#also later i was on top of her kissing her and carding my fingers through her hair and grinding on her bulge and talking soft to her
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“OUR LOVE SHALL LIVE, AND LATER LIFE RENEW”
— domestic family moments with gojo, geto, nanami, toji and sukuna (f!reader)
a/n: i was on vacation my babes; my apologies </3 hope you yall enjoy this
GOJO SATORU:
it is no secret that your husband thrives off physical affection, so it surprises no one when he is latched onto you like a koala to a tree, especially at home.
the past couple of days were filled with more missions than gojo would’ve preferred, so to make up for lost time, he spent the entirety of last night cuddling you.
that cuddling session continued to the morning, and satoru couldn’t have been happier.
you, fast asleep and looking oh so pretty, and him, happily burying his face in your chest: the perfect combo.
your husband, however, failed to remember that there is somebody else who would fight day and night for your affection.
that someone comes in the shape of his grumpy little son who is currently standing at the door with a stance that is supposed to be intimidating.
the little boy pouts and is about to yell when satoru—reluctantly—detaches himself from you and stares at him.
“what do you want, s/n?”
your son makes his way to the bed and climbs it up with much struggle, but it doesn’t matter to him since he is satisfied he is finally face to face with his dad.
he crosses his arms and huffs, “I want to cuddle with mom.”
satoru quirks an eyebrow, and his fingers slowly card through your hair. your husband replies with a smirk, “well, I want to cuddle with her too. I miss her!”
“dad, don’t be mean!” your son argues, “you had her yesterday!”
satoru shrugs and lies back down, and you cuddle into his side.
he can’t help himself as he presses a kiss to your head first then looks at s/n, pleadingly, “but I was working a lot this past week; can’t you let me have her just a bit more?”
your son ponders a bit, before settling on a solution that should satisfy both ends. satoru has been away for quite the while lately.
so, s/n simply throws himself on satoru’s chest, making the older man groan. the boy buries his face into his dad’s chest and guides his hand into his hair.
satoru smiles, hand immediately getting to work, patting his son’s head. he sighs blissfully, “you really are my son.”
s/n nods slowly, and he starts drifting off to sleep. satoru is thankful that he closed the curtains yesterday and that he is granted another chance to sleep in with you and his son.
s/n murmurs a soft, “love you, dada.”
it makes satoru’s heart nearly burst as he looks at his son. he immediately replies softly, “I love you too, buddy.”
s/n slowly replies, “you better,” before falling asleep. your husband gently pulls you closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
satoru whispers a soft, “thank you.”
he starts rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and leaning his head more towards your own. it is a few moments that pass before he asks, “also babe, are you seriously still asleep?”
“no, I am awake, you silly buffon; you two have never heard of inside voices.”
GETO SUGURU:
the slow creak of the door signals to everybody in the house the arrival of suguru, long before his voice does. little hurried steps rush down the stairs as your husband takes off his shoes.
he looks up with a smile and chirps, “I am home!”
“daddy!” your two girls squeal as they tackle their dad in a big hug. he quickly hugs them back and picks them both up.
they each press a kiss to his cheek, and he returns them tenfold causing them to squeal yet again.
he finally relents before asking them, as he gently twirls around, “how are my pretty girls doing?”
the little girls look at each other then smirk. they both yank out the papers they kept hidden in their pockets before saying simultaneously, “we made drawings!”
suguru face noticeably lights up, and he coos, “these are so pretty! are those supposed to be us?”
the girls nod excitedly, and they each start explaining the details of their own respective drawings.
he listens to both of them intently then asks, “you made sure to make mommy extra pretty, so it can actually look like her, right?”
“yes yes!”
“mommy is the prettiest!”
“I gave her flowers!”
“daddy, daddy, I gave her flowers and a dress!”
your husband laughs lightly, “well, that’s good; both of your drawings are amazing,” he looks around.
with a confused tilt of his head, he looks down at his girls, “speaking of which, where is your mama?”
the girls yell out, “follow us!” then sprint towards where they last saw you, the living room. he quickly makes his way towards you, and he feels his heart soar when he finally sees you.
you see him in the corner of your eye, and as you turn to greet him, your girls throw themselves at you and squeal, “we missed you!”
“you girls just saw me 5 minutes ago!” you chuckle but, nonetheless, hug them back and pepper their faces with kisses.
you hear your husband huff before he picks up the girls by their shirts making them scream and thrash about.
“daddy, put us down!”
“mama, help!”
he throws them both on the fluffy beanbag and pulls you into a hug, “how’s my favorite girl?”
you giggle as he presses soft kisses across your face. his arms wrap around your waist and he squeezes you a little.
you hug him back and gently pat his back, “are you playing favorites, suguru?”
“very much so.”
you hear gasps from your dramatic girls, and you see each one of them arming herself.
your husband purposely ignores them and buries his face into the crook of your neck. you mumble to him, “you are going to get jumped.”
“I know.”
your eyes flit to the girls then to your husband again, “they seem really angry.”
“I know, but at least I am hugging you.”
you quirk an eyebrow, “you okay dying as long as I am hugging you?”
“that’s like the best way to die, love.”
your girls let out a battle cry.
“daddy, you meanie!”
“suffer!”
NANAMI KENTO:
your husband groans, and his hand rises to see what the weight on his chest is. his hand finds a head and a bed of hair that he is all too familiar with.
he slowly opens his eyes and sees your dear daughter laying soundly asleep on him.
a small smile appears on his face, and he lets out a small sigh of both content and relief. he turns his head slightly towards the nightstand and reaches for the alarm.
it reads eleven in the morning, which kento deems the proper time to finally wake up.
so, he looks back at d/n then at you. he remembers how hard you’ve been working the past few days and decides that leaving you to rest a bit more today.
he also decides to prepare breakfast for you but not without his little helper. he pats her head gently and tries to wake her up, “d/n.”
she doesn’t respond, so he calls out again, “d/n.”
she groans and buries her face deeper into his chest. he lets out a small chuckle then rubs her back and says, “come on; we have to make breakfast for mom.”
“but I am tired,” she argues, voice muffled.
“well, mama is tired too, so we need to be nice and make her breakfast. don’t you think so?”
she groans, “yes, but…”
“d/n?” he urges.
the little girl huffs and pushes herself up and looks her dad directly in the eyes—albeit her eyes are squinty and barely open.
it makes him think that she is going to huff then get up to wash her face, but she simply pushes herself off him so she can land in your embrace.
your arms wrap instinctively around her, and she immediately nuzzles into your chest. he stares at the two of you for a bit, rather dumb-founded. then his expression turns into one of fondness.
he turns his entire body towards you.
he is finally face to face with you, and he puts his arm around you to pull you closer. he hears his daughter’s whines and complains about how he is crushing her, but he only smiles.
he looks down at her and hums, “there is plenty of space on the other side of the bed, if you don’t like laying between us.”
she quickly backtracks, “no, no, no; I will stay.”
he nods before looking at you again. he presses a kiss to your forehead and feels his body relax. he murmurs, “just five more minutes, and nothing more.”
your daughter pouts, “not even ten?”
“not even ten,” he says, kissing her cheek, “but I will make it up to you by making pancakes; what do you think?”
she nods happily and mumbles, “we will make the best breakfast.”
“yeah,” he murmurs, joining you in your slumber.
you end up waking up before him but can’t escape your husband’s solid grip. you even look down to see your little angel—maybe—giggling and squealing, happy that you’re finally awake.
of course, it wakes up your husband. but oh well.
TOJI FUSHIGURO:
“stop being a brat and get me the flour.”
“stop being rude first then I will get it for you.”
“what part of what I said was rude, you—”
that’s how it has been for the past hour. toji and megumi had decided to put their differences aside to surprise you with something: breakfast in bed.
it’s quite simple.
they were supposed to make some sausages, eggs, pancakes, and everything they could find really. they wanted to make it a five-star breakfast.
despite their constant bickering, they managed to finish everything, save for the pancakes. it was finally getting closer to the—usual—time of you waking up, so toji was on edge.
he wanted to at least do this correctly.
he thinks of it as a little something to start repaying you for everything you gave him—which he thinks is impossible to actually repay but oh well.
he moves around the kitchen rather clumsily, partially because of his size and partially because of his absence in the kitchen, for good reason, though, megumi would argue.
“dad, the sausages are burnt.”
“shut up.”
“mom likes her eggs a little bit runny.”
“I know.”
with furrowed eyebrows, toji finally gets to mixing the batter. he hears megumi call out, “dad.”
he is a little irked, to be honest, but he responds anyway, “what do you want now?”
“is…”
toji immediately notes the shift in his son’s tone, causing him to give megumi his full attention.
the little boy fidgets with his shirt a little before speaking up, “is there a chance that mom would disappear?”
your husband looks down at the still batter in the bowl. he sighs. it’s a question that he thinks about, at least every week. this haven that he managed to be a part of, is it really permanent?
he has been unlucky all his life, and things are going way too well nowadays. is that the universe’s way of preparing him for the biggest scar of his life?
taking you away?
he closes his eyes for a brief moment, and he finds his hand resting on the top of his son’s head. the little boy’s eyes widen, and he looks up at his dad.
toji frowns slightly and looks away, gently ruffling megumi’s hair and finally saying, “no…I will make sure of that.”
toji locks eyes with megumi, and the two can tell that it’s a silent promise. the boy blushes a little red, embarrassed at the unusual display of affection by his father.
his father grumbles and goes back to making the pancakes.
“my oh my, never thought I would be lucky enough to see you in a kitchen apron,” you tease from the doorway.
megumi instantly runs to the door at the sound of your voice. your son hugs you tightly, mumbling a small, “good morning.”
“you ruined the surprise,” your husband complains as you walk towards him.
you press a kiss to his cheek, which he immediately reciprocates, “I am already plenty surprised.”
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
a giggle leaves your lips as your daughter carefully climbs her father and perches herself on his shoulders. it is amazing how much sukuna lets you and your daughter get away with.
some would argue that your husband has, overall, mellowed down, but then they would get sliced down instantly.
he is still the big, feared king of curses, and people cower in his presence now more than ever, but those—uraume and the servants—who see him with you two can see the difference, even if it is slight.
that can be evident right now considering your husband who is deliberately ignoring your little girl’s antics.
your girl takes it as the okay to what she is doing, so she continues her quiet laughter as she gently starts placing flowers from the basket on his hair.
feeling the movement, your husband groans then looks at you, “what is that brat doing?”
she spreads the flowers out a bit, so they can fill his hair, meanwhile your husband’s annoyance rises.
the assortment of flowers that she placed actually matches well with his hair, and you feel the need to commend her, “you’re doing amazing, d/n!”
she grins as you sit in front of your husband. you look at your little artist doing her thing then smile, “she is making you pretty.”
he scrunches his nose, “by putting flowers on me? I ought to teach her a lesson.”
one of his hands reach for her, and he grabs her by the back of her shirt. she starts squealing and kicking, “daddy, I was almost done!”
he dangles her in front of his face and frowns, “who gave you permission to put that stuff on my hair? who do you think you’re dealing with?”
her face softens, and she mumbles softly, “you’re my dad…”
you coo at her but are quickly silenced when sukuna pulls you to him and nestles you in his lap. he keeps glaring at your daughter—who is trying her best not to cry because he said that it’s for the weak—then he sighs.
he lets go of her, and she screams, flailing her arms around. however, she safely falls in your arms. she whimpers slightly and buries her face in your shoulder.
your husband looks down at her small form in your arms and slowly raises his hand and puts it on her head.
“good on you for not crying,” he lightly ruffles her hair, and your daughter slowly looks up at him, wide-eyed.
he grumbles and looks away, “don’t look at me like that.”
“you love me!” she squeals, and he simply grunts in return.
she quickly gets off your lap and goes to run around the garden. your little girl starts screaming about how her dad praised her, and you feel a grin slowly rise on your face.
but, you suddenly feel your husband’s head lower down and his lips brush against your ears slightly.
you can even hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “looks like you want another one.”
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ok. can we talk about going with ellie to the mall because i think it would be… interesting.
(fluff ‘n a little bit of smut so mdni! 🎀 also wrote this ages ago and it’s so bad so excuse me!!! and reader is v fem)
౨ৎ when it comes to ellie williams— i believe she will throughly let you walk her like a dog. quite literally following you around the shops hand in hand— to the point where you’re merely dragging her around. at first, she’d be super chill and relaxed, but one hour later after seeing you try on the same dress three times already— she’d start groaning on and on. “babe… do we really have to go fucking zara again?”, when you tell her that you just regret not buying a certain top, she’d be so adorably pissed off, her eyebrows all furrowed together, just thoroughly confused. she would probably want to stop and eat some food every 5 seconds. “zara… or mcdonalds” ,weighing the two options on her hands and clearly placing the mcdonalds option way higher.
౨ৎ if there’s an arcade— you know her ass is fully stopping in her tracks, begging you to come and play some games with her. obviously, you oblige, because she’s giving you the biggest and cutest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, and maybe she’d stupidly jump up when you say yes. she ends up beating you in every single game— and it's so painfully obvious that she’s been there about 17 times already.
“ellie, you’re only winning because you’re here every single day. you’re like a totallll loser” you defend, after she’d been gloating about her winning streak for 5 minutes straight. unsurprisingly, she just denies it. 
“i swear— ive never been here before, babe”
“els, be honest” you warn.
“okay— been here like once with jesse”
“once?”
“once… plus like five” and at that— she turns around, and places her hand behind her back, so you can intertwine it with yours. she’s sooo beating you in bowling.
౨ৎ while you’re browsing through clothes — shed be hugging you from behind tightly, as she kisses on your neck and silently begs for your attention.
“this skirts super cute, right?” you chirp, pointing at the plaid mini skirt and slowly tracing the soft fabric with the pads of your fingers.
ellie has her chaste lips right on your pulse point, and she’s barely even looking.
you pick it up, and she moves closer behind you with her hands still clinging on to your waist. “cute, right?” — you can feel ellie’s smile slowly form on your neck.
“yeah, babe… you’re very cute. thought you knew that already, though”
౨ৎ when you pull out two pieces from the rack (amethyst purple & floral purple) and ask her which color will fit you better, she just rolls her eyes and huffs. “babe… you cannot be serious they're the exact same”, to you, they are NOT. but ellie fully doesn’t get it at all.
౨ৎ put her in a gamestop— and it’s like she won the lottery. browsing through the different controllers, now its your turn to tease and tell her they’re all the exact same. put her in a NINTENDO shop and its literally over. her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and shes borderline skipping through the store trying to find cool figurines. when she sees a bowser plushie (her mariokart main, duh) she picks it out so fast, and then tries to find you a plushie too— a princess peach or a kirby or whatever you want. she goes to pay, and when you leave the store with your two adorable new plushies inside the bag— ellie fully side eyes you. she has something to say, and you know it. she sighs deeply— “think theyre fucking in there?”
“if they’re anything like us… theyre fucking in there— oh my god, babe… bowsers humping her ass, look” —
she’s literally moving them inside the bag.
౨ৎ okay, so you’re done paying at zara (with her credit card but let’s not… talk about it), ellie left about 15 minutes ago because she was tired of looking at the clothes and she said that place looks like a mental asylum. you’re walking out of the shop with the bags in your hands, and you see her sitting on one of the random mall couches with a random grey haired middle aged man. weirdly, they seem to be in the midst of an incredibly intense conversation. you twist your face because what the fuck and;
“waiting for the wife, huh?” she asks him, manspreading on the chair with her hands resting on her thighs. they’re both staring at the store’s entrance, both sighing heavily. “that i am…” the old man huffs, and ellie chuckles to herself. “me too man… me too”
౨ৎ five minutes later — you find them talking about fucking bathroom tiles.
“i told her i wasn’t going to do marble— but she fucking insisted on it”
you walk a little closer, and ellie is still heavily rambling about floor stuff (?) you have absolutely no clue about.
“els…? ready to go?” you chirp, smiling warmly at the stranger. “gimme a sec” ellie looks at you from the corner of her eye, and keeps going. they’re exchanging numbers because they need to start thinking about how to build a new patio, and he has some “awesome fucking tips, man”
౨ৎ ellie places her hand on your shoulder as you’re walking away, and squeezes. “he was such a cool dude” she remarks, with a stupidly dumb, satisfied smile.
“ellie… he was like, sixty five”
“so? we bonded, babe” she shrugs.
“about floor tiles?” you ask her, and she begins rubbing little circles on your shoulder as you both stray further away from the shop.
“amongst other things” ellie chews on the inside of her cheek. should she say it?
“what things?” you smile sheepishly at your girlfriend, who’s seemingly nervous for some reason.
“you know… his wife…” she bites her cheek even harder now. she should definitely not say it. “my wife” okay— there it is.
her wife.
ten whole seconds of absolute radio silence pass. ellie thinks she might have said too much, but ellie doesn’t know you’re fighting for your life trying to hold on to your tears that are threatening to erupt.
her wife.
“you’re proposing here then, i assume?” you’re trying not to sound emotional, trying not to sound like your hearts about to burst out of your chest and start doing cartwheels on the malls pavement.
“nah… definitely somewhere way classier. like… bora bora, or the food court”
“food court?”
ellie has to stop. ellie has to stop and hold your hand.
“yeah… so i can hide the ring inside your burger n’shit. then you like… choke on it, then i save you… then not only am i a fuckin’ hero, i also get to like… marry the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and she has to say yes—” there’s no point in swallowing down your toothy smile now. “cause like… i saved her life, y’know?” as much as ellie’s joking, ellie’s cheeks are burning up.
“will you… say yes, though?” she balances her weight from leg to leg, and averts her gaze. mmhm— what an interesting sign!
the way you place your hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard— that’s definitely a yes.
ellie won’t propose to you in the food court, though. in fact, she has this elaborate plan she has been thinking since about a month into your relationship. that, you’ll never guess.
౨ৎ mall ellie is ALL pda. she doesn’t let go of your hand like ever and constantly needs little kisses on the cheek. she bought you a cute new top? kiss on the cheek. cute dress? kiss on the cheek and on the nose. she doesn’t want you to say your thank you’s, she’d much rather you show them.
౨ৎ when you’re at a lingerie shop… suddenly she comes fully alive. its literally as if someone infused her with seven shots of caffeine and she can’t seem to be able to stop handing you different bra’s, panties, and sexy little nightgowns.
“that’ll look so fucking hot on you” & hands you the sluttiest thong youve ever seen. “that— will drive me fucking crazy” & hands you a sheer bra she can imagine your nipples poking out of.
“wanna eat you out in that” as she hands you a little nightgown and you’re like “ELLIE!” and slap her arm her because a 60 year old woman literally just heard her and looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.
“actually— wanna eat you out in that… and in that too… and in that— oh my god look baby they’re crotchless” wiggling her eyebrows and swaying the fabric in the air.
౨ৎ obviously… she wants you to model them for her. it’s funny, how she didn’t give a fuck when you tried a cardigan on or a hat or saw a cute purse, but now she’s demanding to go inside the dressing room with you and stare you down in the mirror like a perv. she watches you strip out of your clothes and you purposely do it extra slowly, taking your time removing the bra… and now, she’s just leaping out of her sit.
“nope— doing that for you…” she unclasps it, stands behind you and immediately gropes your tits. she gives you sweet little kitten licks and kisses on the neck, whilst maintaining full eye contact with her hands on your boobs from the mirror, and you can’t help but whimper when she takes your hardening nipples between her fingers and rolls them in her thumb. “ellie… were in public” you hiss, bucking your ass onto her crotch.
“we’re not in public, were in a dressing room…” she whispers, like she knows best.
“plus, i gotta test these little panties out… s’for you, y’know?”
ellie makes you sit on her lap to watch it up close, until she’s fully satisfied and is sure that they fit just right, and that she can see herself peeling them off of you. “give me a little wiggle, babe”, she rasps, as her hands roam over your naked waist.
“a wiggle?” you giggle, and burry your face in the crook of her neck.
“like… grind yourself up against me. gotta test the fabric, make sure you’re… comfortable” and— of course you do. you grind yourself up against her thigh until you forget what you even came to the mall for.
ellie’s eyes are fixated on you, taking in your little silent whimpers as you “test the panties” out.
“think… fuck— think we gotta buy them now… soaked ‘em all up, huh?” ellie pants, as she helps you grind your body back and forth. when ellie looks down on her thigh, truly just to watch how your pussy lips swallow the drenched material, ellie comes to an extra conclusion as well. there’s a sticky wet patch, almost heart shaped, over her denim jeans.
“shit… babe, look at that mess…”, she holds you by the back of your neck, and guides your head down. “mhm… gotta buy me some new jeans” your breath cages inside your throat as you begin to stutter, “sorry, el… didn’t mean to”
“oh fuck no… it’s… shit— so fuckin’ hot”
anyways, mall ellie is a menace.
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James Wilson- Pretty in Pink(smut)
I got really fucking busy and it’s only getting worse! 💃 SMUT TIME!!!
Requester- @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf (I hope you enjoy sorry for the wait)
7-19-23
Words-3.3k
Kinda edited?
Wilson’s pov-
I closed and locked the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and tomato was in the air, telling me that (y/n) cooked. I did come home a bit late, only an hour. House took my keys, wouldn't give them to me unless I looked at his patient, and then still wouldn't give them back to me. I stole them back and now I'm home, thank god, though I’m expecting him to show up at my door.
I took off my suit jacket and threw it over the couch, looking into the kitchen as I did so, (y/n) wasn't there, but food was. Then the door to the bedroom opened, the door creaks a bit so it's easy to tell which room.
"Honey?" I asked out loud hearing her steps getting closer.
"You're late." (y/n) said as she enetwred the living room, she had her long black robe on...it use to be mine. A smile crept to my lips as she walked over.
"I am so sorry, House was pinned on this diagnosis and wouldn't let me leave till I consulted the patient and did-" she cut me off, her hands coming up, holding lightly to both sides of my jaw, her lips pressed against mine. A kiss to shut me up.
"It's fine." She whispered against my lips, my hands finding their place on the curve of her waist, unconsciously pulling her closer to me. The underneath of the robe on her hips felt a little bulky, I brushed it off as her lips touched mine again. Her soft lips moving with mine, her fingertips grazing down to jaw to clasp together behind my neck. My hands moving from her waist to hold against her lower back , pulling her body against mine even closer. As I felt my pulse speed up a few beats, her fingers carded through the back of my hair, taking hold of the longer hair against my crown, pulling my lips away from hers.
"Wanna eat?" She asked, pulling away from home, her hands on my shoulders.
"What's on the stove or in front of me?" I asked, my lips curling into a slight smirk and she giggled lightly. my right hand snuck back to the front of the robe, grabbing one of the tied ends, only to be stopped by a hand now on my wrist,"come on."
"You should eat first." She suggested once more,"you said you didn't get lunch."
"I can eat later." I pulled my hand back, pulling the end of the tie. The bow tied on the front of her stomach coming undone. I kept my eyes on her, her cheeks tinting pink, and that cute sheepish smile on her face forming.
"James-" she held the robe by her chest, her right palm flat against the black fabric.
"What are you hiding?" My brow raised, smirk now turned grin plastered on my face. He gaze averted from me, now looking towards the wall. My left hand came up to grab her right wrist, pulling it away from her chest.
It fell open just the littlest bit. Showing mostly skin, put also pink fabric along her rib area and hips. Right as I was about to grab both sides of the open middle of the robe, she quickly turned around. Darting back to the bedroom.
"(y/n)!" I chuckled, quickly walking the path she took.
The door was shut, but not fully so I pushed it open. What I saw kneeling in the middle of the bed, will forever be carved into my brain. I will see it when my life flashes before my eyes.
"My God." I said in complete awe. She was in Lingerie decorated in baby pink floral lace.
The bra that cradled her breasts was baby pink, with floral lace. The lace skirted out from the band of the bra, only hanging enough to cover the top of her ribs. A gold heart kept the bra together in the front, and two small pink bows were tied where the bra straps connected to the bra in front.
She sat up more, sitting up a bit taller, moving her hands behind her back, letting me see more of the bottom piece. The panties were secure by a band around her waist, another golden heart just under her belly button holding the band in front, It was decorated with the same Lacy fabric, which was skirted out to the sides of her hips. Two smaller bands connected to it, holding onto the bit lace that covered her pussy.
"Do you like it?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room.
"Do i- psssh." My hands sat on my hips as I looked at her, I was speechless she looked so damn good,"come closer."
She crawled to the end of the bed as I walked over. she sat back on her calves, her thighs flushing out more and I couldn't wait for my head to be between them. My right hand cradled her jaw as my eyes looked her up and down. Taking in the design more clearly on the lingerie. I peaked behind her, seeing the back of the bra and panties were secured by a bow tied with a ribbon the same shade of pink.
"How long did it take you to tie those bows?" I asked, coming back to look at her gorgeous face.
"Not even two minutes. It's easy." She giggled and I shook my head.
"That's a women's skill." My thumb brushed over her pink tinted cheek and she sat up fully. her hands grazing up my sides, to her hand gliding flat along my chest to wrap her arms around my neck,”you always look so pretty in pink.”
“Its my best bedroom color.” She giggled, I felt her playing with the collar of my shirt.
“That and blue, red- you could definitely rock a neon green set-“ she cut me off with her lips, and I let my hand fall from her jaw. she wasted no time to get hot with it. My left hand sat on the curve of her back, my right hand buried into the back of her hair holding against her scalp.
She ran her hands down my chest, I felt her tug at my tie. She loosened it before she focused on the buttons of my shirt, her lips still moving quickly and perfectly with mine.
She tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her lips pulling away to bring the tie over my head, tossing it away. I unbuttoned the wrist of my sleeves as she kissed at my jaw. Her hands pressed against my chest before sliding the shirt down my arms, the white fabric dropping to the floor. her lips moved down to my neck.
My right hand sat on her hips before I took the skirted part of her panties in between my thumb, middle and index finger. Kinda felt like those decorative lace curtains your grandma has in her living room, though you could tell by the fine details and the softer feel of the lace that it wasn't cheap.
"When did you get this?" I asked as her lips neared my collar bone, my left hands creeping around to the curve of her back.
"Awhile ago. Around new years." She said against my skin. She left a final kiss on my neck before pulling away,"figured it was about time."
"So my birthday wasn't the right time?" My right hand slid up her side, I started undoing the bow on the back of the bra.
"No, that's why I just went naked for your birthday." That was an enjoyable day, we were snowed in. Nothing else to really do but watch movies and have sex.
I pulled the bra down her arms, taking a few seconds to look at it a bit more before tossing it to the floor. My attention returning back to her. I took a step back, taking a mental picture for later, which she giggled at.
“Sit on the edge.” She moved off her knees as I got down on mine. I pushed her legs open, and she leaned back on her propped arms. She moved a bit closer, almost giving me a face full of boob, which I wasn’t far from already. My hands slid along the sides of her thighs, and onto her hips.
“Pretty girl.” I placed a kiss just below her sternum. I slid my right hand behind her and grabbed and end of a ribbon, pulling the bow apart slowly.
I noticed how her left hand lightly held onto my right forearm, the way she pushed her chest closer to me as I kissed up the valley between her breasts.
“Come on James.” She urged in what was barely a whisper. My hands held onto her waist, my lips still not leaving her skin. Placing kisses on her chest, collarbones, neck, anywhere I could reach on my knees. I took her right breast in my left palm, massaging it with my finger tips as I kissed her neck, her head falling back. I pulled away, grabbed her right arm and pulled it forward. She gasped as she fell onto her back, a little giggle erupted from her.
I took hold on the waist band of the panties, she lifted her hips and I pulled them off, joining the bra on the floor. She was quick to put her legs over my shoulders, propping up onto her elbows, looking at me with a smile which no longer held any innocence, her eyes filled with lust. I could feel how hard I was getting my pants.
“This what you want, Baby?” I asked, obvious to the answer. She nodded with a hum, my hands held onto the top of her thighs. I trailed messy kisses up the inside of her left thigh, slowing down when I got closer to her pretty pussy. She dug her heel into my upper back, trying to pull me closer.
“You mind?” I looked up at her, raising my brow. She rolled her eyes and laid down on her back, her leg relaxing again. I placed a Kiss above her clit before letting my tongue dive in between her lips. Revealing just how wet she was. She rolled her hips up into me, not much, just urging me for more which I gave.
I started slow, kitten licking her clit, gaining those small whines from her throat as my tongue sped up, changing from lapping at her clit to circling it.
“Aaah James.” She sighed out, her thighs already tightening around my face. I grabbed them harder and held them a bit more open for my own sake, she can crush my head later.
I circled her core with my tongue, dipping my tongue in and then licking back up to her clit, and back to her core. She tasted sweet and heady, the type of taste you wanted to keep on your tongue.
I felt her thighs twitch lightly each time I licked her clit, so I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked at at. A broken moans ripped out of her lips, and her hand shot into my hair, her nails immediately catching at my scalp. I groaned as she tugged my hair, I still kept sucking her clit, licking it as I did so. Her thighs tight and quivering around my head. I looked up at her, propped up on her left elbow, head back, lips parted, and back arched.
I let go of her left thigh, and wasted no time on sliding my middle finger into her core, and started pumping it, I stopped sucking her clit and started circling it with my tongue again. I watched her reaction, the way she curled up, jaw dropped allowing those pleasure filled moans fill the room before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, I shot her a wink, and she collapsed back onto her back and I slid in my middle finger. Curling both as i pumped faster, making sure to hit that soft spot each time. My tongue lapped from her core to her clit, her breathing was fast and her abdomen was tightened, her walls were fluttering out my fingers, I could tell she was close. The whines that we’re able to escape from her were high pitched, definitely close.
“I-Im gonna cu-um.” Her voice shaky and volume low, i didn’t leave her. I kept licking, sucking, and pumping. I didn’t have that much of a choice, I was trapped in her thighs, though I was still keeping a firm hold on her right thigh. A long and loud whine escaped from her throat, almost like a teapot when it’s reached it boiling point. Her orgasm hit her, and she rode it out on my lower face and fingers.
I slowed down when her thighs loosened. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face and hand off and I stood up; her legs falling from my shoulders.
“You’re fantastic.” I smiled, catching my breath as she sat up fully. She didn’t say anything, she just quickly undid my belt, then the buttons, the zipper. I gathered her hair in my hand as she did so, wrapping it around my fist and then letting it go as she slid my boxers off. Complete relief. I stepped out of them, and gave my cock a few strokes, and she patted on the bed.
“I wanna ride.” She stood up and I sat down. I grabbed her hips as she straddled my lap.
“Well go ahead baby.” I ran my right hand up and down her side as she grabbed my cock, tugging it lightly as she positioned it right under her wet core. I planted my left hand behind me into the mattress as she held nto my shoulder for more support.
I watched as she lowered down onto my cock, her pussy slipping around me perfectly, . She took my tip and a bit more in one go,her walls squeezing me perfectly. She let out a whined sigh and I groaned. Both her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second when she took me fully, my tip coming in tight contact to her gspot.
“You feel sooo good.” She wasted no time to start moving. I sat forward, both hands holding her hips. She rose up to where my tip was only in before coming down halfway, back up, then down fully. She never wasted her time going slow when riding, she always kicked it right into gear.
Your pov-
A few minuets later-
My hips rolled down onto James’s, my hands planted on his chest as he was laid down on the bed. My hairline, spine, and the back of my knees were damp. the inside of my thighs getting wetter. Each time I came down, his tip pressed harshly against my gspot, rubbing against it perfectly when I grinded my hips down onto his. Small moans left my open lips every time I came back down, groans snd sighs leaving his.
“Good girl.” He praised, his hands giving my ass a hard squeeze before sliding back to my waist,” so good.”
He looked amazing underneath me, he always does. His hair messily finger brushed back, his abdomen muscles tightening, the way his body rolled when he bucked his hips up. His arm muscles tight, finally showing their definition.
“Jaaamess.” I sped up, planting my hands into the mattress by his head. his hands gripped my waist harder, helping to lift me up and drop me down,”oh Go-od.”
“That’s it.. wooow.” His eyes were locked on my chest, which was right over his face. My breasts swaying with the rocking of my body. He had a huge grin on his face and eyes full of lust and amazement.
“Mmmm Fu-uck.” I moaned, my eyes closing. my body was heating up now, I could feel the blush on my skin forming. My breathing was fast and shallow, matched up to the rhythm of my hips moving up and down. I could feel my head getting dizzy and my pace starting to falter,”oh god.”
“I got ya.” I gave him control as I could tell he was controlling me more then I was. Instead of keeping pace,he stopped me. Sitting up as his left arm wrapped around my lower back the other on my upper.
He stood up, I held onto his shoulders, his cock never leaving me, and then he laid me down on the bed. I held my legs around his waist and my heels dug into his lower back as I kept my grip on his shoulders. His right hand now planted at my head, his left arm still holding my lower back, keeping my hips angled to his perfect. He rolled in his hips into mine, and he looked so good doing it, it only made my orgasm approach faster.
“Faster.” I tired to grab further down his back, my nails scratching against him as his body moved. His tip punched right into my gspot, not too hard but just right. His left arm slid out from under me, his thumb making contact with my clit, rubbing it in a circle quickly which only made my legs tighten around his waist and my Nails scratch deeper, and my pussy squeeze him.
“So fucking good.” He spoke into my ear, his breath hot against my shoulder and neck,”squeezing me tight.”
My back arching up more to him, almost spasming, I felt was wall fluttering around him, my core tightening, and my moans Basically uncontrollable but I tried to keep them down.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonnafuckingcum!” My nails digging into his back, he sharply inhaled and groaned out the breath in response.
“Give it to me baby, give it to me.” His tone low and lust soaked. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He kept fucking me as my orgasm crashed through me, my eyes clamped shut, mouth stuck open as moans and gasps came from it.
He groaned my name, his left hand now grabbing my thigh as his pace slowed down just a bit, rhythm a little more messy. I felt his cum shoot into me, mixing with mine and I felt it drip down my ass and coat the immediate areas of my thighs and lips.
He slowed down after a minute or so, making sure he fucked us both through our highs. I held his back tightly and he came down onto his forearm. I gasped for air into his shoulder and felt his breath against my neck. Iight scrapped up his back and into his hair, just holding the back of his scalp before sliding down to his neck. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder as he pulled out of me, I felt more cum drip down my ass and onto the comforter below me.
“Exactly what I fucking needed.” He said as he laid down on his back next to me. I rolled onto my side, resting on my left forearm.
“I hoped so.” I smiled, leaning on to press a kiss to his chest, my right hand sitting on his ribs. I felt his right hand against my upper back,”will you go eat now?”
“After, gotta clean you up first.” His left hand came and held my cheek and rolled my eyes as a smile overtook my lips,”pretty girl.”
“Shut up…” I shook my head as I sat up,”you sexy fuck.”
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S2: The Bad Batch (13)
Chapter Thirteen: Pabu
Gif by @im-no-jedi
Hunter x femaleJedi!reader
Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you're having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.
Chapter Summary: The life on the run from Cid isn't working out and so Phee offers to bring you all to her home away from home.
Masterlist for S1
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Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)
Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, very minor moments of unwanted advances, mild injury description, mentions of food and drinks, instances of innuendo, SMUT (non-explicit descriptions of kissing and making out, light biting/marking, light bondage, oral (m & f receiving), brief f. masturbation, fingering, unprotected P n V (be safe in reality please), grinding, multiple Os with hints at overstimulation, Hunter talks you through it, a flash of cum eating), mild angsty thoughts but lots of fluff and feelings too, reader do be scheming, and my usual points of going slightly off-plot and the Force doing what I need it to
Word Count: 8.8K
Author's notes: Two panic attacks and two academic essays later lol, I finally have this chapter! I am so sorry it has been such a long wait but I hope you all enjoy!
You were feeling more like yourself. You still didn’t know what had set you off, and it did remain a lingering thought in the back of your mind, but it wasn’t having a negative impact on you anymore. A fact you were grateful for because doing this mission with Phee required you all to be focused.
You had been briefed by her before heading into the bar, with Tech remaining as your getaway driver. Omega would make the deal alongside Phee whilst the rest of you split up and took inconspicuous spots around the space.
You drowned out the general chatter from the bar patrons and ignored the gentle thrum of the music as you stayed on guard whilst you went to your positions and waited. Hunter sat by one of the card tables, you had taken up home by the bar and Wrecker sat amongst another group at another table. Phee and Omega were at the top booth and sitting across from Phee’s contact- Crowder- who had two of his men on either of him as well as scattered throughout the bar.
You pretended to nurse a drink as you played your part. One downside of your spot however meant you were having to wave away those that believed they had a chance with you. One such person was now stood directly in front of you.
“Not interested.” You replied coolly before he had a chance to speak. Much to your surprise, he just shrugged and walked away. You doubted that would be a common theme, but you’d take it, nonetheless.
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The meeting between Phee and Crowder seemed to be going okay but you knew nothing was certain in these situations. You were also having to balance keeping an eye on them and still seeing off those that still approached you and it was time to do that again as another man stood in front of you.
“Come here often?”
You just sighed and shook your head and looked past him.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” He waved a hand in front of your face.
“Look, I’m really not-” You stopped abruptly as you saw Hunter stand and throw his blade in the direction of Phee- it looked like his target had been the Kouhun bug- and stand up tall. You were glad you were still sitting down because- had you been standing- you were sure that you would’ve just melted to the floor after seeing him do that and you had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping open. Gathering yourself, you got ready to act since it looked like your services were going to be required after all since Crowder’s men were on their feet with their guns drawn in the directions of Hunter and Phee.
“I’ll be taking the artifact now. You should’ve brought more muscle than that, Phee.” Crowder sneered.
A deep chuckle got his attention, and it was then he saw another man stand up tall from one of the tables. He towered over his men.
“She did.” Wrecker said as he cracked his neck.
You patted the newest arrival on the shoulder. “Yeah, this is the part where you might want to head on out.” You whispered to the now taken aback man beside you. You pulled out your blaster and stepped away from the bar and focused your stare on the enemy ahead of you.
“Now it’s getting interesting.” Phee said.
Wrecker made the first move and the club descended into chaos. Customers ran out screaming whilst the rest of you dealt with Crowder’s men and took cover from their blaster fire.
You flipped a table and crouched behind it and spoke urgently into your comm, “Tech, we need a pickup.”
“On my way.”
Crowder’s reinforcements had arrived and there wasn’t much more the rest of you could do. You had the credits and the artifact Phee wanted, there was no sense in staying.
“I think it’s time to go!” Omega called from her position.
“Wrecker!” Hunter signalled to his brother as they both threw a smoke bomb to give you all adequate cover to leave.
Tech arrived with the Marauder just as you all exited the club and with a few defensive rounds of blaster fire, you were able to safely get on the ship and get outta there.
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“You have to stop doing things like that in public.” You murmured as you walked beside him into the cockpit.
“Hmm?” He glanced at you.
“The thing with the knife. The thing were you just look so damn competent and capable.”
“You mean my job?” Hunter teased.
You shot him a look. “Well, you need to stop doing your job like that. Because every time you do, I get distracted by thoughts I should not be having on missions like that.” You sighed irritably leaned back against the wall and crossed your arms.
“Yeah?” Hunter tilted his head and smirked at you. He looked down the hallway to see Phee, Wrecker and Omega still talking and a look back at Tech told him his brother was not paying either of you any attention. He took a step closer to you and crowded you further into the wall. He brought his lips to your neck and gently traced your skin as he whispered, “It’s not just you, believe me…” He trailed off and planted a series of soft kisses against your neck and jaw.
You allowed yourself to enjoy it for a moment before you affectionately pushed him away from you. “That’s not helping.”
“Do I wanna know?” Phee asked. She had entered the cockpit just as you had created the distance between you and Hunter.
Hunter cleared his throat, and you just shook your head and you both focused on regaining your composure.
You stayed where you were as Phee took the seat next to you and Hunter situated himself on the one just behind Tech that faced one of the other control panels.
“Now that was a fun mission.” Omega said gleefully as she and Wrecker remained down in the main part of the ship.
“You got that right.” Wrecker said with a chuckle.
Phee peered back at the young girl before she addressed the rest of you. “You know, Omega was pretty impressive back there.”
“Her training’s paying off.” Hunter said as he turned his seat to answer.
“Oh, I know she’s got the whole soldier-thing down. But don’t you think she should learn some other skills?”
“What other skills?” Tech asked as he too now turned to face Phee.
“Omega spends all her time with you four. She needs friends. Ones her own age and who don’t share her genetic profile.”
“We never had such a thing. I do not see the issue.” Tech said dismissively.
“No kidding.” Phee said with a small, exasperated smile. She looked at you. “You get what I’m talking about, right? You had your own life before these guys.”
You didn’t really know how to answer that. Your upbringing hadn’t been that different from theirs but even you had to concede that she had a point on that one. It wasn’t exactly the most typical environment to grow up in so it probably wouldn’t hurt if Omega could experience a different side of life that wasn’t always about when the next dangerous mission was going to be. Before you could answer, Tech spoke again.
“We’re receiving a transmission. It is from Cid.”
You shared a mildly concerned look with Hunter. It had to happen sooner or later. She wouldn’t let you guys get off that easily.
Hunter stood up. “Let’s hear it.”
Wrecker and Omega joined the rest of you to hear the message.
Tech patched the message through, and Cid’s holographic image filled the cockpit.
“So, it’s been 20 rotations and no word. You better be dead because your absence has cost me a few scores. Remember our mutually beneficial arrangements, and how well we know one another; if you know what I mean. You’d do well not assume I am just threatening you boys.” The transmission ended.
A beat of silence past before Phee filled it. “You didn’t mention you cut ties with Cid.”
“Our mutually beneficial arrangement wasn’t so beneficial, mutually.” Hunter said sheepishly.
“Figured that out, did you?” Phee sprawled back in her chair. “I’ve known Cid a long time. She’s a useful ally, but not someone you want to cross. Do you have a plan?”
“You’re looking at it.” Hunter said.
You could tell he was mildly embarrassed at not being to offer anything more. You knew he didn’t like the aimless nature of what you all were doing right now. You squeezed his hand in reassurance.
“In that case, you all are coming with me.” Phee stated.
Hunter angled himself to face you as he sought your input.
You shrugged. We can’t keep doing what we’re doing, and you know that. If Phee is offering a place for us to go, there’s no harm in taking it. At least for a little while.
Phee watched you and Hunter do that thing again. She figured now was good a moment to put her plan into action whilst the two of you were focused on each other. “You guys ever get sick of their silent communication style?”
“Nah, she does it with all of us.” Wrecker said absent-mindedly, not realising his mistake until he’d finished speaking and saw all sets of eyes on him. “Um, I mean…”
“With all of you, huh?” Phee said curiously, angling her face to yours. You didn’t conceal your wince quick enough. That definitely confirmed that what she’d seen between you and Omega on Nal Hutta was the same thing that occurred between you and Hunter. “What does he mean by that?”
“Nothing.” You said defensively, crossing your arms as you stood on guard.
“Not an option for an answer. I’ve noticed this thing you got going on for a while. I won’t back down on this anymore.”
“Phee…” Hunter cautioned.
“Come on, Bandana. If I’m to take you to a place I keep close to my chest, I should be told about this. Haven’t we established some trust here? (Y/N), I promise I won’t tell, whatever it is?”
You glanced to Hunter who shrugged. “It’s not my secret to tell. If you want to, you can.”
Your eyes flickered over to the others who all- along with an apologetic smile from Wrecker- nodded in agreement with Hunter. You inhaled slowly. She had been helping you all out when she didn’t have to. You could do this for her. You focused on keeping the nerves out your voice as you spoke. “I’m a Jedi, Phee. What you’ve so keenly observed is me talking to the others without speaking out loud. They’re hearing my voice in their head.”
Phee’s jaw dropped. In all her travels, she’d only ever had the luxury of learning about your kind. She’d never been fortunate enough to meet one and she’d never have guessed you’d be the person to finally let her achieve that. “A Jedi?” She repeated in a hushed tone. “You mean you survived?”
You shifted on your feet awkwardly. “I mean sure, technically I did, but I left the Jedi Order long before the purge and this lot didn’t find out until after so my survival story is a bit different. Don’t really think it counts as one to be quite honest.” You added quietly, more to yourself than anyone else.
Hunter cleared his throat at you in gentle reprimand.
Phee nodded and didn’t want to press you for further information. She gathered your past would be a sensitive area, so she moved on. “So, what does one have to do to get in on that level of communication?” She asked eagerly.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, liking the person is a start.” You teased light-heartedly as you saw her frown. “That and time spent together helps strengthen the bond I need for it.”
“And where am I at in the process?”
“I’ll let you know.” You said nonchalantly.
Phee let out a grumbled sigh, but she accepted this. “I meant what I said, your secret is safe with me.”
You did find yourself believing her.
“Alright then, with that business taken care of, let’s get going!” Phee said cheerily as she walked over to Tech. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Head to these coordinates, brown eyes.”
Tech, taken aback by the placement of her hand, did as she requested.
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“Welcome to Pabu, my home away from home.” Phee said happily as she led the way off the ship. “It’s a hidden sanctuary of sorts.”
When Phee had offered to take you all with her, this was the last type of place you expected to end up at. The island was serene and beautiful. The sun was warm and shone brightly, highlighting the greens of the plants and the blues of the ocean. You were immediately filled with a sense of calm as you stepped down the stairs.
Phee gestured to the large building ahead. “That’s the Archium. It’s where the artifact will be stored. It holds treasures from all over the galaxy.”
“My analysis indicates that this so-called artifact you recovered is of very little to no monetary value.” Tech informed from his datapad.
“Treasure can mean many things.” Phee countered. “Most of the villagers on Pabu are refugees. Many of the items I recover are remnants of their cultures, and that’s worth preserving.”
You realised how poorly you’d judged Phee. There was far more to her than you’d realised. You opened your mouth. “Phee, I’m-”
Phee just shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s like I told you in the beginning, I am a liberator-”
“Liberator of ancient wonders.”
You all turned in the direction of the new voice to see a cheery looking man walking over with a young girl you assumed to be his daughter. You watched as he walked over and embraced Phee.
“About time you showed your face around here.”
“Miss me, Shep?” Phee asked with a smile as she stepped back.
“You’ve got some competition.” Wrecker taunted Tech.
You bit back the laugh that threatened to leave you face at the bewildered expression on Tech’s face at Wrecker’s words.
“Auntie Phee!”
Phee knelt down and hugged the young girl.
“What’d you bring this time?” She asked eagerly.
Phee showed her the artifact.
“Looks like one of a kind.”
“Good eye.” Phee complimented.
“That’s not all you brought, I see.” Shep said as he examined the group behind her.
“This is Shep Hazard, Mayor of Pabu, and his daughter, Lyana.” Phee introduced them both as they walked over to you all. “Shep, Lyana, meet, Omega, Hunter, (Y/N), Wrecker and Tech.”
Shep went up to each of you one by one to welcome you.
Lyana walked up shyly to Omega. “Phee’s never brought any friends here before.”
“Never? Not even Cid?”
“Nope.” Phee answered.
“So why bring us?” You asked her.
“Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
“She must really like you.” Lyana muttered to Omega.
“Alright. That’s enough out of you.” Phee scolded affectionately.
“Then it’s settled. You’ll join us for dinner.” Shep declared.
“There’s no saying no to Shep’s famous feast. Lots of food, drink and general merrymaking. You two’ll probably hate it.” Phee kidded at you and Tech.
“You’re not helping your case.” You reminded her with a roll of your eyes, but a smile graced your lips.
Phee raised her hands before she half-turned to Shep. “Lead the way, Shep. I’ll catch up.”
You all made to follow Shep, but you couldn’t help but notice Tech linger to look back at Phee and it warmed your heart. You just wished he would clue into the part of his brilliant brain that would realise he and Phee had potential.
“Leave them alone.” Hunter whispered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to turn your gaze away and focus on walking behind Shep.
How are you not more invested in this?
“It’s not that I’m not invested but I know my brother, and this is something he needs to take at a very slow pace.”
You conceded the point with a nod. “You’re so good.” You knew he was right. You focused instead on taking in your new surroundings.
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The more you got to see of Pabu as you walked, the more you loved it. Everything was so pretty and letting Omega run ahead with Lyana felt completely safe, there wasn’t a threat to be found. It felt natural to be here.
“Upper Pabu is the oldest part of the island.” Shep informed you all as you paused to take in the magnificent view of the island and its crystal-clear blue waters. “As we’ve grown over the years, we’ve expanded the wall into Lower Pabu.”
You leaned over the wall to take it all in.
“Hi, Shep!”
“Hi, Mr Eenta. How are Sari and Micha?” Shep replied warmly to the old man that had approached them.
Mr Eenta let out a cheery high-pitched laugh. “They’re doing good. Thanks for asking, Shep. I see we got some newcomers here too. Although we haven’t had some quite as lovely as you join our community in a long time.” He added with a kind smile in your direction.
You smiled in thanks at the man and elbowed Hunter playfully. “Gotta up your game, I might just run off with him.”
“Ha ha.” Hunter replied drily as he drew you into his side and pressed a soft kiss to your hairline.
Mr Eenta laughed at your words. “I best be off but welcome to the island! Feel free to stop by anytime!”
“Nice to see you!” Shep waved him goodbye.
“Uh, do you know everyone here?” Wrecker asked Shep.
“Of course. We’re all like family. Now, if you’ll continue to follow me, I can show you were you and (Y/N) will be staying.” Shep said to Hunter. “I have a place for the rest of you too and Omega can go to either house, but I gather it would be best to show that to you after dinner?”
“Staying?” Hunter repeated.
Shep paused for a moment. “Well, I imagine you two’ll want some privacy before dinner tonight. There’s plenty of time. Unless I’ve read things wrong, or you want to stay as a group-”
“You have read things correctly.” Tech said without looking up from his datapad.
“Tech-” Hunter started.
“Yes, please, take them somewhere far away from us.” Wrecker said in an exaggerated manner.
You punched his arm.
Shep paid little attention to the teasing insinuations. He remembered what it was like to be young and in love. “We’ll pass my home on the way anyway so you can see Omega get settled and join us in an hour or so?”
You and Hunter glanced at one another before Hunter nodded his agreement and you both walked beside Shep trying not to look too eager or walk too quickly.
--
You didn’t remember much about the place you were staying. All that really registered with you was the discarded pieces of armour and weapons by the door and the short route from the doorway to the bedroom. From what you did recall; it was very cosy and homey, but right now your focus was on the fact you were sat across Hunter’s lap at the edge of the bed. Your kisses were slow and deep, there was no residing worry of being interrupted or needing to be rushed and the two of you were perfectly content with not rushing things, both too intoxicated by the feeling of your lips on each other’s skin and the noises leaving your mouths.
“I want to call this in.” You panted against his lips as your fingers traced the red scarf.
Hunter groaned as he felt you grind against him. “But I-”
“I want to call this in.” You repeated seductively as you lifted it over his head and pulled back to look into his eyes. “Please.” You murmured as you pressed delicate kisses along his jaw.
“Let me see you come undone first.” He rasped as his fingers twisted in your clothing to keep him grounded.
You were confused for a moment.
“Just like this.” He emphasised as he took a hold of your hips and moved you against him once more, relishing the soft sigh that left your throat. “Do this for me and then you can have your way.” He negotiated with a kiss behind your ear.
You nodded before you placed the scarf on the bed and threaded your fingers in his hair. Your lips met his once more and as you moved your hips with more purpose, your kisses grew more desperate as each of you swallowed the moans that left your lips at the sensations happening right now. With his help, you were able to find the angle that had your breathing and heartbeat quickening and your grip on his shoulders tightened, your fingers coiled in his clothing.
“Hunter-” You said through a gasp as that familiar feeling started to rise in your body.
“Let it happen.” He encouraged as he kissed you again and gently bit down on your lip.
You finished with a groan and your head fell into the crook of his shoulder as you caught your breath.
“Did so well for me.” Hunter whispered as he stroked your back.
You sucked a small mark in his neck as you got your bearings back. You sat up properly and maintained eye contact with his as you let your hand trail down his chest. Your hand found the edges of his shirt.
Hunter lifted his arms up and let you pull the item of clothing over his head. He then reached for your top layer and delicately pulled it off you.
That process continued until you were both out of your clothes and lying on the double bed. It certainly made a change to the bunk on the Marauder, there was room to move without feeling constricted and it was far more comfortable too.
You stopped kissing him for a moment and instead focused your ministrations on the skin of neck, your teeth scraping slightly against his skin, whilst you reached beside you and brought the scarf into view. You looked down at Hunter who- amidst the rough breaths that left his throat- nodded his consent. You moved off his lap and sat back on your heels and motioned for him to sit up.
Hunter did as you requested, and he felt you bring his wrists behind his back, and he felt the soft fabric against his skin. He tested the knot and found it to be secure enough that he had no chance of getting out unaided, but it was not uncomfortable.
You pushed him back down and straddled his lap again. “Okay?” You asked as you stroked a finger down his tattooed cheek. “You just tell me when to stop.”
Hunter was enraptured by the sight of you above him and so could only manage to nod once more.
You smiled lovingly down at him before you kissed him once more, this time more teasing, leaving him chasing your lips as you parted from him too soon.
You kissed your way down his chest, paying attention to every nick and scar that was on his skin. You loved every part of him every time.
You delighted in every gruff and depraved moan that left his lips. How you loved it when he got the chance to switch off like this.
And you could take your time.
As your mouth wrapped around him, his fingers had a deathlike grip on the sheets since that was the only thing he could do with his hands behind his back like this.
Fuck, you were good. You knew just what to do to drive him crazy. You took him so well every time. The slight hum of pleasure told him he’d voiced that last thought outload. His head pressed even further into the pillows.
The sounds he was making were so divine, you just couldn’t help yourself.
Upon hearing the small moan from you, he risked glancing down and regretted it immediately. Your hand was between your legs and a noise that was scarcely recognisable- it sounded like a wrecked whimper- left his mouth.
You paused what you were doing upon hearing him. You bit your lip as you saw the ruined expression on his face. You removed your hand and held your fingers up to his mouth but when he lifted his head, you drew them away at the last second and put them in your mouth and groaned alluringly. You didn’t give him long to cope with that before you went back to him.
He released a pained breath at the sight. He needed to touch you. To taste you. To feel you. It had been too long, and he wasn’t about to let it be over like this. “St- stop.” He managed to get out.
You did as he requested and angled your eyes up to him.
Hunter very nearly lost it at the sight of you tidying up your mouth and the playful smirk that graced your face. “Untie me.” He said as his chest heaved.
You crawled your way back up and kept your eyes focused on him. You gave him enough room to get vertical enough for you to reach behind him and undo the knot.
He rolled so that you were beneath him now and he kissed you passionately whilst his hand slid down your body.
Your eyes fluttered closed and your hips bucked into his touch and a quiet groan fell from your lips as his fingers curled and pleasure shot through your core.
He noticed you were holding back. It was something you were both used to. Fear of being suddenly interrupted or accidentally overheard was a constant in moments like this but that wasn’t the case here. Here, you could let go. And fuck did he want you to let go. “I want to hear you.” He uttered against your lips as he started to move down your body, leaving bruises on your neck as he did so. “Let me hear you, sweetheart.” He all but begged as he sped his fingers up.
That was all the permission you needed. An unrestricted moan left your lips as your body tingled and you let the waves of pleasure wash through your body.
Hunter worked you through it and once you had come back down, he left a path of kisses down your body, biting and sucking as he went, to do what he’d been wanting to since the possibility of being alone had become an option. He kept a steady grip of your hips as they jolted under his touch.
He didn’t need to rush this. He would get to take you apart in the way he always dreamed of. He could take his time. Learn knew things about your body he hadn’t had the pleasure of discovering yet, life on the road with missions every other day made these occasions a far more hurried event than either of you would’ve like. But here, he didn’t have that worry and if he wasn’t addicted to you before, he most definitely was now. The noises you were making were beautiful and it had been too long since he’d had you like this, and he was reminded of how much he missed it. He moaned appreciatively at the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair as he took what he wanted from you.
Your limbs felt limp and heavy, and your breathing was laboured but you didn’t want to be done yet. “Hunter, I need you.”
“One more. Give me one more.” He breathed against you before he continued with what he’d previously been doing.
“I can’t. Just-”
“Yes, you can, sweetheart.” He urged as he focused on the spot that he knew would get you there again.
A hoarse cry left your throat as he sent you over the edge once more. You were pretty sure there were stars dancing across the ceiling right now.
Hunter let you catch your breath and just revelled in the sight of your dishevelled state. His lips traced your stomach as he worked his way back up to you.
You clawed at his back to bring him down closer to you. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His eyes were dark, and his bandana was slightly askew. “I need you.” You whispered again as you cradled the side of his jaw.
He was now all too happy to oblige.
Your hands tightly intertwined- with the backs of yours being pushed into the pillow by your head- as he moved into you, both of your breaths hitching at the sensation.
Every time you were reminded of how perfectly you fit together both here and out there. Everything just felt so right.
Hunter paused for a moment, and he lifted a hand to brush a small strand also to give himself a chance to breath.
You knew he’d held back long enough. You pressed your lips into his palm before you placed a featherlight kiss to his lips. “Come with me.” You murmured against his mouth.
Hunter nodded and started to move again, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and judging by the way he could feel you tightening around him, you weren’t either.
It wasn’t long before a broken cry left your mouth, and it was the sight of you catching the necklace you’d gifted him in his teeth that finished him. He released a gutteral groan as he collapsed on top of you and breathed a relaxed sigh as you weaved your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” He uttered quietly into your neck. “Always.”
“I love you too.” You replied tenderly. “Always.”
He reluctantly pulled out and laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. There was still time before you needed to go to Shep’s so the peace and quiet could be enjoyed a little while longer.
After a few minutes of you both just taking the time to stay close to each other and regroup, you huffed out a short breath at the realisation there was still the dinner to attend to.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can barely feel my legs lying here. How am I supposed to get up and shower and then walk back up some of that hill?”
Hunter let out a low chuckle. “Whilst I take that as a compliment, I’m sure your Jedi training had you overcoming worst challenges that this.”
You heaved a sigh and turned on your back and sent an affectionate glare in his direction. “Yes, but that doesn’t stop things from feeling so far away right now.”
Hunter merely hummed and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before moving down your body.
You propped yourself up on your elbows. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up.” He crooned as he settled between your thighs once more.
Your head fell back against the pillows. “You heard me- heard me say shower, right?” You protested as he left tender nips to the inside of your thighs.
“You said that you can’t move to go shower.” He countered as he slowly moved his lips towards the apex of your thighs. “I’m solving half the problem.”
“This- this won’t help me stand up.” You attempted to sound strong, but you were not about to stop him.
“I know. I’m solving the other half of the problem first.”
--
Now properly freshened up and decent once again, you and Hunter arrived at Shep’s home to see the others happily socialising and enjoying their time.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Phee greeted with a knowing grin as you both walked in.
You simply smiled and turned your attention to Shep instead. “The place is great, Shep, thank you. Do you need any help?” You asked as he emerged from his house.
“No, we’re almost ready. Just make yourselves at home!”
You and Hunter joined the others in taking in the breath-taking view, but that sight was interrupted by the chittering of a monkey-like creature that had scaled down one of the poles.
One jumped on your shoulder before more joined and a small group of them gathered by the table.
Omega knelt down to get a closer look at them.
“They’re called moon-yos.” Lyana explained. “The elders say they’ve lived here since before Pabu was inhabited.” She welcomed one of them onto her back.
Omega chuckled happily as that same one moved from Lyana onto her shoulder.
You watched on fondly. Everything here was so carefree and easy. You couldn’t remember the last time she’d really been allowed to be a kid like this.
“I have not heard her laugh like that in some time.” Tech observed.
As soon as he’d said that you started to think about how long it had been and the very fact you couldn’t remember told it had been far too long. As Omega and Lyana followed the moon-yos over to the wall by the gate, you and Hunter approached Shep as he brought a dish out for the table.
“Phee said the villagers here are refugees.” Hunter said.
“Many, yes.” Shep replied. “Pabu has been a safe haven for those forced to flee their homes during the war and others after.”
“And you’re not worried the Empire will show up?” You asked.
“Why would they? We’re a remote island with limited resources. But if they do, we’ll manage.”
You and Hunter both glanced over to where Omega was playing with one of the moon-yos.
Shep noticed this and placed a hand on both of your shoulders. “Some come to Pabu looking for a clean slate. A chance to start over. As a parent, you couldn’t ask for a better place to raise a child.”
You were pretty sure you didn’t do a great job at concealing the taken aback expression on your face. You had clocked Hunter’s paternal instinct right from when he’d first met Omega, but hearing Shep put you in that same category with him was something that had never really occurred to you.
Shep gave you both a supportive smile before he made his way back inside.
Before either of you could speak, Omega came over.
“(Y/N)! Can you come do that thing you do with the moon-yos?” Omega grabbed your hand and started to drag you over to the troupe of creatures.
“If you can think of a believable reason why they’re suddenly even friendlier than usual.” You said with a raise of your eyebrows.
“You’re gifted at bonding with animals.” She replied simply. “Please?”
“Okay, okay.” You said with a laugh, and you let her pull you over. You took notice of the fact that you were not worried about pretences here, even a reason as broad as the one Omega was providing felt secure enough.
Hunter watched you go and felt Phee approach his side.
“Something to think about, isn’t it?”
“You’re suggesting we all stay on Pabu permanently?”
They both followed the sounds of laughter to see you now with two moon-yos on your shoulders and the others were crawling all over Lyana and Omega.
“Omega seems to like it here and this is the most relaxed I’ve seen your girl. A little stability might do you all some good.”
You half turned and caught Hunter’s gaze. You left the girls to it and walked over to him.
“You made some friends.” Phee said with a nod to the animals on your back.
“Wasn’t that hard.” You said with a grin as you internally told on of them to go onto Hunter’s shoulder. You chuckled at the sight.
Hunter let the creature crawl over him for a few seconds before he passed it back to you. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
You nodded before you scratched each on the side of their faces. Okay, go back to the kids. You let them jump down and they ran back over to Lyana and Omega.
The two of you went back over to the wall where you wouldn’t be overheard by the others.
You leaned your head against Hunter’s shoulder and breathed in the clean sea air and admired the stunning view over the wall. Pabu was growing on you rather rapidly.
“Can we have this?” Hunter said quietly to you. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being here. He wasn’t used to feeling so calm, so at peace. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. There were people out there who were continuing the fight like Echo and Rex. Was feeling this way allowed? Was having a place to leave the chaos of the galaxy behind on the cards for him? For all of you?
You lifted your head to face him. You understood what he meant. Feeling this content was a foreign concept but it didn’t need to be. “You have been looking after this family for a long time. You’ve done so much for the galaxy already and our circumstances have changed ever since Omega became a part of our lives. I think the chance to create something, to have a place to come back to that is safe and offers the chance to settle down is perfectly okay.”
Hunter got ready to reply but was interrupted by Shep’s voice.
“Food’s ready!” Shep announced as he brought the final dish out.
You and Hunter turned to see the others moving to the table and you bit back the laugh that threatened to appear at the fact that Wrecker seemed to be the most excited out of everyone. We can talk more about this later, for now, let’s just enjoy tonight. You took his hand and you both made your way to the table.
--
Phee had not been exaggerating about Shep’s dining experience. The drinks continued to flow, and you had eaten so much food you could barely sit up straight which is why you were grateful for the man next to you who let you slouch against him whilst he kept an innocent hand on your thigh.
“You have your own boat?” Omega asked excitedly.
“Uh-huh. You wanna take it out and watch the sunset?” Lyana offered.
“Really?” Omega gasped.
“That sounds like a great idea, doesn’t it?” Phee said with a look at you and Hunter.
“Can I go?” Omega asked Hunter eagerly.
Hunter glanced down at you to see you nod before he looked back to Omega. “Have fun.” He granted his permission sincerely and was happy to see her go somewhere looking so thrilled.
Oh, my goodness, you smiled.
“I smile all the time.” He protested down at you.
“No, you smile with your mouth. It rarely reaches your eyes because there’s too much worry behind them. That, was a proper smile.” You said with a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. A groan from beside you got your attention and you saw Wrecker rubbing his stomach. “What’s with you?”
“I’m full. I am never full.”
“Feels good right.” You said with an understanding nod as you were now able to sit back up.
“I will note the date and time to commemorate such a momentous occasion.” Tech added as he brought out his datapad.
You huffed out a laugh at Tech’s antics and at the look on Wrecker’s face as he got distracted by a platter that Shep had just brought out.
“Hope you saved room for dessert.” Shep said as he lifted the lid to unveil a platter of delicious looking fruit.
“I love this place!” Wrecker yelled happily.
--
“It’s almost time.” Phee said.
“For what?” Tech asked without turning his sight away from the screen in front of him.
“See for yourself.” Phee stood and beckoned for him to follow her over to the wall.
Tech looked over the wall but saw nothing different. “I am not seeing anything.”
Phee rested a hand on his arm. “Just wait. It’ll be worth it.”
Tech did as she said and watched as the sun went down and all the lights surrounding the island lit up the homes all at once.
“Pretty spectacular, right?” Phee said.
Tech found himself not wholly understanding the significance, but he also didn’t want to anger or disappoint her in his reaction either. “I suppose that is one way to quantify it.”
“You’re scheming.” Hunter whispered into your temple as he saw the way you were studying the pair.
You made no move to deny it. “What if I just…” You trailed off and mimed using the Force to make Phee fall into him.
“No.”
“But-”
“No.” Hunter repeated again with a loving kiss to the crown of your head.
“Do you remember what they did to us? We were locked in a storage closest for 3 hours one time!”
“Yes, but Tech is Tech. He’ll get there on his own… eventually.”
“What are you two talking about?” Wrecker asked as he finished the last piece of fruit.
You just pointed over to Tech and Phee.
“Ooohhh right. Yeah, we won’t be much help. He’s just gotta use that brain of his to figure it out.”
“Men are hopeless.” You muttered with a sigh before you stood up and wandered over to where you animal friends were.
--
You weren’t there for very long before you started to sense their unease but to your eyes nothing was wrong. You let them run off but before you could raise any sort of alarm, you noticed the look on Hunter’s face as he braced his hands against the wall. “What’s wrong?” You asked as you jogged over to where he, Phee and Tech were now standing.
“Something’s coming. We need to-” He didn’t get to finish his thought for an aggressive rumble ran underneath the island, leaving you all unsteady on your feet. Luckily, it didn’t last long but he was sure that wouldn’t be the last one. He reached for his comm. “Omega, come in. Are you two okay?”
“We’re fine. We’re headed back to shore now.” Came her reply.
“Everyone alright?” Shep shouted down to the rest of the island.
“Well, that was different.” Wrecker commented as he got to his feet.
“Uh, a small tremor. It’s nothing to worry about. Part of island life.” Shep explained.
“I don’t think it’s over yet.” Hunter warned and sure enough another, more violent tremor occurred, leaving cracks in some of the buildings. “That was not a small tremor.”
“No, it was not.” Shep said fretfully.
Tech analysed his datapad. “Hunter, I believe this island is at risk for a significant sea surge.”
“How much risk?” He asked.
“Highly probable to imminent.”
“We haven’t had a sea surge in more than three decades. If we were at risk, the early warning system would’ve activated. And-” Shep was cut off by the blaring of a siren.
“And I take it that’s the system?” You asked with a grimace.
Tech took the macrobinoculars that Shep passed him. “The water has already begun receding.” Tech stated as he stared through the lenses. “We must evacuate all of Lower Pabu.”
You caught Hunter’s arm in a panic. “Hunter, Lyana and Omega-”
“I know. I’ll grab our ship and get them. You five, move everyone in town to higher ground.” Hunter ordered.
You nodded before you all parted and got to work.
--
It was mayhem.
Everyone was screaming and stampeding to get to higher ground which meant they were paying little attention to the safety of those around them.
“Knock on every door. Check every home.” Shep told the four of you before you split up.
--
Tech and Phee had ensured their area was clear and they were now making for the higher ground, but the crowds were overwhelming, it wasn’t going to work this way.
“There are too many trying to get through at once. They will not make it before the surge hits. We must use additional means to get them over the wall.” Tech said hurriedly.
“We can deploy the rescue ladders.” Phee replied.
“Where?”
“They line the top of each wall.” She pointed up to where she was talking about, and they both ran to get closer to the side of the wall.
Tech aimed his grappling hook and once he felt it catch, he signalled to Phee to come closer to him. “Hang on!” He took a secure hold of her waist and scaled the wall.
“You take those ladders. I’ll handle these.” Phee directed.
Tech tried to release the ladders, but they wouldn’t budge. “The mechanisms are rusted through. We will need to manually unfurl them.”
Phee was able to use her blade to get her ladder free. “This way!” She called down to the people below.
Tech was also able to launch his and he and Phee kept an eye on them as they climbed to safety.
--
The siren continued to bellow around the island, a daunting reminder of how little time was left. You rounded the corner to see Mr. Eenta just sitting outside his house. “Wrecker, Shep! Over here!” You ran over to the old man. You kneeled next to his chair and spoke as calmly as you could manage. “Hey, Mr. Eenta, remember me?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, you’re the lovely lady who Shep brought over. Can I get you something?”
“Maybe later, but we gotta get out of here first.” You stepped aside to let Wrecker pick him up.
“Huh? Why? What’s going on?”
“Everything will be fine, Mr. Eenta.” Shep reassured him as the four of you set off for the high ground.
--
Your pace faltered behind Shep and Wrecker as you were sure the house you just passed had someone crying in it. You worked your way back and as you peered through the window; you caught side of a young Rodian child, she had to be not much older than six, frozen to the spot in the corner of the room and it looked like some kind of dresser or shelf had fallen in front of the door. You looked ahead to see that the other three were too far ahead to call back and they had Mr. Eenta so you needed them to be safe. The siren sounded again but you couldn’t move. You had time… you had to have time. “Hold on, I’m going to get you out of there.” You called through the window before you made your way to the door.
You tried kicking it down and barging into it, but it would not budge. Fuck it. You called on the Force and you were able to successfully push the door open.
You stepped over the shelf and other loose belongings and carefully made your way over to her. You took a knee in front of her. You knew if you appeared nervous or panicked then you weren’t going to get anywhere. “Hi there, little one. My name is (Y/N), do you have someone looking after you?”
She gave you nothing. She just stood there shaking as the siren continued to blare.
“Okay, it’s okay.” You cleared your throat and tried again. “Do you have a father? A mother?” You were sure you saw her head perk up slightly at that word.
“Mother?” You double checked and saw her nod again. “Okay, that’s good.” You reached your hand out to her. “How about we go find her? I can help you. Does that sound alright?”
You breathed deeply as she cautiously took your hand. “There we go. Let’s get outta here, alright?” You helped her over the debris and once you cleared the house, you picked her up and started running.
--
You could hear the wave now. You reached the bottom of the ladder and altered her position, so she was now on your back. “Hold on.” You scaled the ladder quickly and handed her over to someone waiting at the top, the sound of the wave getting closer by the second and you could feel the cold spray nipping at your heels. You were halfway over the wall when you felt part of the wave crash into your back, toppling you over the rest of the way.
You laid on the grounded, winded, before you felt a light tapping on your shoulder. You opened your eyes to see the kid staring worriedly at you.
“I’m good.” You panted as she peered at you. You straightened up and got some more air into your lungs and took her hand once more. “Let’s go fine your mother.”
--
You squeezed the young girl’s hand. “Hey kid, I think we’ve found her.” You jutted your head over in the direction of the distressed female Rodian anxiously scanning the crowds of people. Your suspicions were proved correct by the delighted squeal the child emitted at the sight. “On you go.” You nudged her gently in front of you and kept a careful eye on her as she ran up to her mother. When you saw her get picked up and held tightly, you knew your job here was done. As the young girl pointed at you, you waved goodbye, but you saw that her mother was walking over to you, so you stayed where you were.
“I went out for a few seconds but then the tremors happened, and I got caught up in the crowd- I tried to work my way back but- but there were too many people, and I couldn’t! I wasn’t sure- oh I thought I’d never see her again!” She cried tearfully as she buried her face into her daughter’s neck as she held her close.
You rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re both safe now. That’s all that matters.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
You nodded your head in acknowledgement before you got to work on finding your own family.
--
“Wrecker, where’s (Y/N)?” Hunter asked urgently as he noticed everyone was there but you.
Wrecker looked around him. “She was right behind us when Shep and I knew everything was all clear.”
“She was with you as you got to safety?”
“Well- um- I can’t exactly remember.” Wrecker stammered.
“She probably just got caught up in the crowd.” Shep offered as he placed Lyana back down.
“Yeah, she’s going to be fine.” Phee added.
Their words didn’t mean much. He needed to know that you were fine. “We need to-”
“Turn around and breathe.”
A deep sigh of relief left his lungs as he heard your voice. “You’re okay?” Hunter asked as he turned to face you.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you all okay?” You addressed the wider group who all nodded and parted to give you some privacy.
“Where were you?” Hunter asked.
“You’re not the only one who can save a kid every now and then.” You said brightly as you hugged Omega before she went off to join the others.
“You’re wet.” Hunter noticed as he embraced you.
“Gee, save that for later, sir.” You kidded.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“The wave caught some of my back, but I’m fine.” You explained.
Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Exactly how close did you come to getting smashed off the walls of Pabu?”
“Best not think about it.” You said airily before you regrouped with the others.
--
The sunrise did little to lighten the spirits of Pabu’s civilians. They’d lost their homes, the best you could do was offer your sympathies and supplies to people.
“I’m sorry, Shep.” You said kindly as you came to stand next to him and Hunter as they both stared at the destruction below.
“We got everyone out in time. That’s what’s important.” Shep responded.
“Based on my estimations, it will take several rotations to rebuild the damage sustained in Lower Pabu.” Tech revealed as he and Phee joined the three of you.
“Yes.” Shep said with a dejected sigh. “Property was destroyed but my people are resilient. We’ll band together and rebuild.”
“I was thinking.” Hunter began hesitantly. “We could stay and help out with things.”
“I had the same idea.” Tech concurred.
“Did you now?” Phee teased.
You threaded an arm around Hunter’s waist and subtly nudged him as you saw the smile Tech offered Phee at her words. He merely squeezed your side in acknowledgement.
“That is, if you don’t mind us sticking around for a while.” You added as you looked to Shep.
Shep chuckled softly. “You would be most welcome.”
The group of you set back towards the crowds of people and, for once in your life, you had a good feeling about this.
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Surprisex2
It was Rafe Cameron's birthday, the kook prince, the boy who had everything. You had bought him the new PS5 since it just came out, with two controllers, and you made him a custom one with your nudes on it. You also bought him gift cards to his favorite place and a signed golf ball from his favorite golfer. And this morning you added one more present to the list.......a baby. You sat on the bathroom floor holding the positive pregnancy test in your hand a small smile breaking onto your face. Luckily, you and Rafe talked about kids the other day and how you both want two. You guys have been together for 8 years and both of you are 24 now and ready. Rose had also been asking about grandchildren.
You were so excited to surprise him and he was out for breakfast with Topper and Kelce so you took the opportunity to go out and buy baby clothes and an 'I love my daddy' onesie. You arrived home quickly placing the clothes in a bag covering it with tissue paper and placing the pregnancy test in a card putting it in an envelope taping it to the bag. You placed it with his other gifts then you heard the house door close signaling he was home.
"Baby!" He cheered jogging up the stairs and opening the door to your shared bedroom smiling at your figure on the bed. "Happy birthday sweetie." You got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "Thank you, baby." He placed his hands on your ass pulling you closer and making you giggle. "How was breakfast with Top and Kelce?" You kissed his jaw and he tilted his head up letting you kiss down his neck. "Hm it was good missed my girlfriend though." He smiled his hands resting on your hips.
"I missed my boyfriend too." You kissed his lips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Y'know what I was thinking?" He asked twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. You hummed tilting your head to the side and looking up at him. "I wanna make you my wife." He whispered leaning down to kiss your lips softly making you smile into the kiss. "I want you to be my husband." Your hands were running through his hair admiring all of his features. "I love you, Mrs. Cameron." He teased pecking your nose. "I love you more Mr. Cameron." You watched as he took his shoes off and laid in bed with his arms open. "Come give the birthday boy cuddles."
You jumped into bed next to him cuddling up next to him wrapping your arm around his torso as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair. "How many people are coming over later?" "About 30." He groaned turning to face you and pulling you into his chest resulting in your nose pressed against his chest not being able to breathe. You pulled away slightly rubbing his back. "I know baby but it'll be fun and I promise it'll the best birthday." "If it's not you owe me." He teased pinching your waist playfully. "Deal."
After a few minutes he fell asleep and you squirmed out of his tight grasp decorating the house for the party and baking about 70 cupcakes. It took you an hour and a half to decorate the house and you put your apron on before gathering all the ingredients for the cupcakes. While you were mixing the frosting you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a head placed on your shoulder. "What can I do to help?" "Nothing love, there's a golf tournament on go watch it." You smiled up at him it was his birthday you weren't going to let him do anything. "Oooooo can I lick the bowl?" He picked up the bowl containing leftover cupcake batter and you giggled at his childish behavior nodding. "Of course Rafey."
A few hours later people started arriving at your house for the party and you and Rafe were currently cornered in your kitchen stuck in a conversation with Rose. "So you two have been together a long time, when can I be expecting an engagement or baby?" She took a sip of her margarita and you and Rafe looked at each other neither of you knowing what to say. "Soon," Rafe smirked making you look at him questionably.
Once everyone left you and Rafe were sitting on your back porch your legs draped over his as his hand rubbed your thigh and you guys were talking about the party and everything people said or did. “This was the best birthday thank you baby.” He kissed your cheek and you smirked knowing it wasn’t over. “I have one more surprise for you.” You giddily jumped up going upstairs to retrieve the bag with the big surprise in it. You walked back outside looking down into the bag to make sure everything was all good. “Happy” You started dropping the bag when you looked up.
“Oh my god,” You gasped hands flying to cover your mouth as you saw Rafe on one knee in front of you an opened box in his hand with the most beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you with my whole heart I knew you were the one since we were 16. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried kneeling in front of him grabbing his face and kissing him passionately both of you pulling away tears down both of your faces. He slipped the ring onto your finger kissing you again before grabbing your hands and standing up. “It’s beautiful Rafe, absolutely gorgeous." Your hand was extended in front of you your eyes fixated on the ring as you watched it shine.
"I'm glad you love it." He wrapped his arms around you from behind massaging your hips and kissing your neck.
"I love you." You tilted your head to the side giving his more access as your hand reached behind you to play with his hair.
"I love you more." He wiped the tears from your eyes kissing your cheeks. "Alright open your gift baby. Do the envelope first!" You cheered handing him the bag and he sat down on the patio chair pulling you down to sit on his leg. He took the envelope off the bag taking the card out and his eyes widened when seeing what was inside. "You're pregnant?" He looked at you with a dopey grin on his face as you nodded happily. "You're pregnant!" He exclaimed grabbing your face and bringing you in for a kiss and you felt tears hit your nose. You pulled away to see tears falling from his eyes placing his hand on your belly.
"You're gonna be a daddy."
"You're gonna be a mommy." He got on his knees lifting your shirt and placing kisses all over your stomach. "Hi, baby I'm your daddy. I love you so much already." He whispered making you giggle and smile knowing he was going to be the best father in the world.
#rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe x reader#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey
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I sent this ask to @sinsmockingbird previously, but I hope you enjoy it as well, I might make something of it for a future fic on Ao3 or such, but either way here is my idea.
P.S. This is over 2k words of filth, hope you like it lol. I will also have a bonus at the end for you.
Picture this, Female chief reader decides to try and raise morale and funding for the bureau by running a maid café for the Sinners, with the food being prepared by Kelvin and Ignis with her handling the front.
Though the readers outfit is a little risque, the skirt is a bit too short and hugs their hips just a little bit too tight, and the top barely covers their breasts, with each movement making them jiggle.
One by one the sinner girls come to the café, intrigued by the idea of it, they wind up staying out of a desire to not embarrass themselves by leaving with either noticeable damp stains or noticeable bulges in their clothing as the reader dances around as they hand out their food and drink.
Sometimes they lean in and entrap the Sinners arms between their breasts, the warmth of their bosom and the sensation making them jolt as they lean in and purr in their ears in a breathy tone just what it is you think they would like, each syllable annunciated with a sinful purr that makes them shudder in delight.
An act that left Dreya silent and still as she struggled to contain her desires to pull her guide into her lap and savor her then and there, though she was able to content herself with the knowledge that later on she would make sure her guide paid for this teasing in full.
At other times you hand them their drinks and ask them if they would like something extra with the drink, maybe a little milk? Serpent winds up going crimson as the reader puffs out their chest as they say this, the action nearly making their breasts slip out of their top as the faintest edge of their areole becomes visible to her.
P.S. Imagine Serpent is snake like in that she has a pair of hemipenes, that is to say she has two cocks that are now trying to imitate the Eifel tower as she struggles to hide them.
At another point Zoya decides to try a special deal being the reader sitting on Zoya's lap, straddling her thigh and purposefully grinding their own plush thigh against the growing hardness between Zoya's legs as she leans in, pressing her breasts again Zoya's chest as she feeds her.
Truthfully though, Zoya is more focused on the damp spot left on her leg, evidence that the reader is not wearing any panties as she sashays around after feeding Zoya, the reader looking over her shoulder to wink at Zoya as she leans forward enough that the faint edges of her ass cheeks and what lays below are visible to the aching wolf.
Shalom feels she is in paradise as she gets a special deal that involves the reader kneeling on her lap, legs spread enough that the dampness is pressed against her skirt, as she holds a milkshake between her breasts.
The former Hush finds herself both blushing and fighting the urge to pounce as the Reader delicately puts her hands behind her head and guides her to drink from the straw as they card their fingers through her hair and purr soothing words to her, telling her she is being such a good girl and that she looks so good with her face between their breasts, and it feels wonderful to have her drinking from their chest.
It is safe to say that when the reader gets off her lap, carefully plucking a cherry to give to Shalom via a kiss as a finale, the Hush falls back silently with a glazed look in her eyes as she fights the urge to slip her and into her skirt and relive the ache your actions gave her.
Coquelic winds up having to hold Sumire and Garofano back from pouncing, her flowers fit to go out of control as the reader pushes herself against them, her nipples poking through the fabric of her top as she takes her time to carefully guide Garofano through the menu, pausing but to dip in an lay kisses at her ear, gently prodding it with her tongue as the Garden Tailor begins to whimper as she presses her thighs together.
Sumire, poor Sumire, she winds up with the reader offering to let her drink from her breasts like Shalom did, the Ikebana artist is left with her head spinning even more when the reader leans in and purrs into her ear that maybe she can even have some milk from the tap if she is a good girl for her.
Coquelic, already planning just how she is going to get the reader back for this, is hit with the reader crawling across Sumire and plopping herself on her lap, grinding herself against her as she reads the menu to her.
That the reader drops the menu on 'accident' and has to bend over and dig under the table for her it, their naked ass and sex on full display as they sway their hips here and there in search of the thing Coquelic is still holding is but fuel for the fire.
That the reader has the audacity to say that it is Coquelic that is teasing her for not telling her she still had the menu, and that they then lean in and whisper in her ear that she is such a minx as they grab it from Coquelic, certainly helps to make the normally pale Mentor's cheeks gai some color.
Garofano is further tempted to say to hell with decency and decorum when the reader looks her in the eye and says that if she wants to, she has a very special cherry that they can have as desert later on as they take her hand and guide it down the valley of their cleavage, down their stomach, and to lightly dance over where their clit is hidden by their skirt.
The reader leaves the table with three sets of eyes fixated on their swaying hips.
Chelsea, lovable idiot that she is, finds herself as hard as the gems she loves when the reader sits astride her lap as they sway to and fro as they pause their reading of the menu, to tell her that they were tempted to go with a cat café instead of a maid one, they even had a tail and ears picked out, though they do still have a cat.
The reader leans back, pushing their chest out as they through an arm back to pull Chelsea in to where their breath caresses her ear as they tell her that maybe they can show her the kitty later on, that it is a Pussy that loves to have its itches scratched by good girls like her, especially when it's wet and the good girl has such nimble and gentle fingers like she does.
Hamel finds herself enraptured as the reader grinds atop her lap, swaying to and fro as they shamelessly show her a dance the likes of which she has never seen before as part of a deal that she chose.
The Dancer of Dis is left longing for more when the reader leaves her with a parting promise of sharing another dance with her soon, one of the more private variety, unless she wants an audience to it, the last sentiment leaving Hamel a puddle of longing as she watches the reader gravitate to where Adela sits.
The woman known as Mad Shears, finds herself biting her lips such that she worries they will bleed as the reader tells her what is on the menu and they would love to scissor with her, oops that came out wrong, they meant to say they may need some scissors for something later on, how silly of them.
Adela can only wait for the reader to sashay away, with a promise of brining her tea to her soon, to part her legs and lean back with a sigh as she wonders if this is a dream or a nightmare.
Star Gazer is certain it is a dream come true when her 'Little Monster' presses their breasts together as she purrs into her ear that she has had a drink brought from White Sands just for her, along with some special sweets for her to enjoy as well, her words broken but by lovely moans as she allows Star Gazer to fondle her rear for a few moments before parting ways to retrieve her gift.
That the drink is a tea known to boost ones libido and the treats are her favorite sweets is somewhat overshadowed when the reader sits on the table, their legs spread enough that were it not for the bowl they now hold just over it, their dripping sex would be visible.
Still, Star Gazer can see the pearlescent fluid that leaks out from under the throbbing nub that is the readers clit, the engorged bead resting on the edge of the bowl as though it were a special treat for Star Gazer to savor for last.
That she takes care to dip the sweets in the readers arousal and to slowly lick them clean before eating them as she gazes into the readers lidded eyes is something that both enjoy greatly.
That when the reader leaves she calls back to them and tells them that she hopes they know what is waiting for them in the near future, only for the reader to look at the tent of her arousal and smirk at her in answer is something that makes Star Gazer lick her lips in anticipation.
Rahu is left a blushing mess beside Cinnabar when the reader pretends to have dropped something and bends down to pick it up, exposing her sex and rear to Cinnabar as they look near Rahu's feet.
The reader stage whispering that they may need something thick and hot and heavy to help them, the reader looking up from between Rahu's legs as they sway their hips with their hands lightly ghosting Rahu's thighs as they ask her if she has anything like that for them, before they claim to have found what they were looking for.
Though the reader does not get out from under the table, and instead lays their head on Rahu's thigh as they spread their legs enough for Cinnabar to see a droplet of their arousal fall to the floor as the reader takes their order.
That she she rests her notepad on top of Rahu's aching hardness as she writes out their orders nearly makes the masked woman snap.
The pair are left crimson and aching as they watch the reader walk away to get their orders, what they ordered they do not know, only that they hope it is delivered in as wonderful a way as their orders were taken.
Raven is left flustered beyond imagining when the reader perches on her thigh, spreading their legs just so that the faintest hint of their sex is visible, as they lean in and ask her what they need to do for a good review from the amazing journalist.
The reader telling her they are willing to do 'anything' she asks and to accommodate her every wish if she gives them a good review when she leaves.
Poor Raven is left writing down on her notepad as the reader leaves her table, though what she writes is known but to her and her alone, it seems to make her cheeks grow yet darker still.
Cabernet finds herself in a similar situation, enticed to offer a glowing review in exchange for a 'meal like no other', the readers parted thighs as they straddle her thigh and lean back against the table showing off said meal, and what ever other services she wishes for, in exchange for her promise of a good review.
As the reader walks away, Cabernet can't help but anticipate the meal to come.
Even Nightingale is not spared, for the poor adjutant finds herself with the Chief rubbing her shoulders as they press their breasts into the back of her head, all while telling her they have just the thing for such a loyal and hardworking woman like herself.
Something that guarantees her a truly happy ending to the day if she agrees to test out their message offers after she has her order.
All in all, the reader considers the café a huge success and eagerly anticipates the next time they host something like this, though if the sound of the door locking as Langley and Eirene look at her hungrily as she hears the others rise to their feet and begin to encircle her is anything to go by, it might be a while till they can walk long enough for the next one.
And now for the Bonus!
Imagine Rahu being edged by Chief!reader throughout the day, vibrators attached to either her cock, her ass, her nipples, her pussy, or all of the above, the setting just enough to drive her mad, but not enough to let her cum as she goes about her day.
By the end of the day she is pent up, ready to pounce on the reader the first chance she gets, only to be told that they have gone on a business trip and will be back in a few days, and that they left a note for her.
The note reading, "If you keep them on and in you while I am gone, and don't cum, then you can do whatever you want to me when I get back. Be a good puppy till then, okay?"
Cue a long and torturous few days as Rahu behaves like a good girl and keeps the vibes on and in and powered up till the reader comes back, and when she sees them again, sitting on their bed with their legs spread and a collar on their neck, she pounces.
Hope everything gets better on your end, till next time stay safe and take care.
I’M— ?????? WITH RESPECT, MY LIEGE, HOLY FUCKING SHIT ?????? normally i put most [nsft] utc but we’re well past that now omfg shshshsjjddkwlls
ACTUALLY frothing at the mouth on that shalom section………….. my little meow meow blushing 🥺🥺��� maybe this is physiologically inaccurate but shalom’s weaker consitution might mean that when she blushes it’s like a FULL ON red face red ears red neck kinda blush and HSHSJDJHDS this is SO tasty i have this idea between my teeth and shaking it like a crocodile death roll
IM LOOKING (DIS)RESPECTFULLY AT THE RAHU EDGING………… i’m so weak for the toys under clothing trope u don’t even know 😭😭 rahu having to keep her straight, stern business face when all she wants to do is roll her eyes back and let her mouth drop open as she pants…… LORDDDD but speaking of edging, in the hypothetical sequel to red lights there’s gonna be a lotttttt of that on rahu’s end LMAO reader’s gonna ride her ‘til she’s cryin’ and so fucked out she’s shooting empty, because law of equivalent exchange or whatever i didn’t watch fma
ANYWAY, RAVEN ??? 10 bucks says she’s not writing down a review but a laundry list of what she’s gonna do to you once she’s done LMFAO raven’s probably the switchiest of the sinners imo, but best believe she’s topping the fuck out of you once you’re done, like she can run her mouth on a story and on your pussy you know what i mean??
teasing zoya….. aight rip reader, they ain’t walking for the next 3 business days LMFAO (totally worth it though) thank u for this my liege, i will proceed to Brain Rot about this for the remaining 4 hours of classes that i have 🙏🙏🙏 i owe you my life
#sev.responses#[nsft]#path to nowhere#nomorefstogive#MAYHAPS i will expand on this#when im free and not having to actually focus in class skdhdkdjfjej
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thinking of babea au again…
bea going to the movies for the first time with mary and it’s like 2008, so they’re going to see Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
bea frets and spends daaaays agonising over it because she wants to go see the film in her padawan robes that one of the sisters helped her sew and she wants to bring her toy lightsaber, but she’s also terrified of standing out. doesn’t want people to stare at her, because it’s not very jedi-like to hide in mary’s jacket while she orders popcorn.
and it’s shannon who finds her haunting the chapel, coming in barefoot, sore, a little dab of blood still on her neck, which bea points out to her with a soft fingertip as shannon settles into the pew next to her.
“that was ketchup,” she tells bea, swiping at it with the heel of her palm.
“you shouldn’t lie in a church.”
they sit in silence, votive candles and their soft puttering, casting spear-tip shadows up the stone walls.
eventually, shannon yawns, “so hey, sister agatha said you disappeared before lunch. it’s 7pm.”
“i know what time it is.”
“never doubted you for a second” - shannon reaches out to tuck a rebellious strand of hair behind bea’s ear - “but my point was more about you and me maybe going to the grocery store to get some stuff to eat? we can get those instant noodle pots and add M&M’s. have you ever tried that?”
a perturbed frown, “noodles with M&M’s?”
“yeah, the pretzel ones.”
and bea senses, then, that shannon’s trying to rile her up and slip through the cracks formed by her frustration, so she settles back against the pew, folds her hands in her lap, “no thank you.”
but a moment later she’s clenching and unclenching her small fists, staring fixedly at one of the crucifixes. it’s her favourite, apparently, because instead of nailing his feet to the cross, the sculptor gave jesus a little shelf to stand on. ‘that’s actually a little cruel,’ beatrice told her once. ‘without the asphyxiation, it would take him much longer to die, unless the centurions were feeling merciful.’
“bea,” she says, soft. “you know you can tell me what’s wrong. i’m not saying i can fix it, but i’m not going to say it’s stupid.”
bea’s silent for a minute. “but it is stupid.”
“more stupid than noodles with M&M’s?”
her brown eyes are almost blackened by the shadows in the chapel, irises laced with faint impressions of candlelight.
“mary’s taking me to a movie tomorrow.”
“i know,” shannon reaches into her pocket, produces two slightly-crumpled pieces of paper. “i picked up the tickets this morning.”
“oh.” bea squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s trying not to cry. “it’s just… i don’t think i want to go.”
and she tells shannon why, taking out her plastic lighsaber (blue, of course) from under the pew, holding it.
shannon kisses her forehead and takes her through the convent to her room, where her armour rests on its stand in the corner. someone’s already cleaned up the blood.
she lets bea touch the gauntlets, the links of the mail bumpy-smooth under her fingers. tells her, “i felt ridiculous wearing it, in the beginning, but then it saved me from a stab to the chest and i realised” - she huffs a laugh - “that i’d rather be alive, and myself, than one hundred percent comfortable all the time.”
she puts a hand on bea’s shoulder, “you should wear what you want, bea.”
so she does. holding mary’s hand with the sleeve of her padawan robe slipping up her arm, passing kids wearing darth vader helmets and carrying lightsabers just like hers. a couple of them wave at her and say “hi Obi-Wan!” and she buries her face in mary’s jacket, but she’s hiding a smile.
she has a short lightsaber fight with another kid in the lobby while mary’s ordering popcorn; a girl who shows her a pack of Top Trumps cards and tells her she thinks C3PO should be more powerful. bea gives a soft sigh of appreciation whenever Obi-Wan appears onscreen, and afterwards shannon picks them up in the van and bea falls asleep against her ribs as mary drives through the dark streets.
S.O.S. not shannon showing bea her armour and getting her even more invested in warrior nunnery
#ask#'anon'#with the steel chair#warrior nun#babea au#sister beatrice#shannon masters#shotgun mary#long post
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I already took my sleep meds for the night, so if this sounds nonsensical in some ways that is why. Still, have some sleepy happy fluff to read before bed <3
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It's stupid.
Ellie knows it's stupid, and Joel probably thinks so, too, but he also sits with her no matter how long it takes.
Sometimes, her bad nights turn into bad days, and they leave her with an overwhelming desire to do everything but return to her bedroom at the end of the day - and so she doesn't. No matter how tired she gets or how many yawns have her closing her eyes for minutes at a time, she vehemently refuses to leave her chosen place on the couch.
She has never asked Joel to stay with her on those nights, it's not like she is already plagued by nightmares, resisting her body's need for rest is just somehow the least maladaptive way of regaining control over herself that she has. There are blankets to keep her warm and hot chocolate in a thermos on the coffee table, and eventually she does go to sleep. Once her body feels so heavy, she runs the risk of passing out in the living room because waking up in a place she doesn't expect only increases the chance of having another bad day.
The first time it had happened, more or less involuntarily, it had taken her several tries to somewhat explain the line of thought that had gotten her to her conclusion, but once she had, Joel had simply settled down next to her, only getting up once she did. Since then, he has never once gone to bed before her.
Ellie slides an arm over his stomach and rests her head on his shoulder, and Joel adjusts his hold on her, rubbing slow circles into her upper arm. The exhaustion she has been fighting all day is clawing at her bones and weighing her down, lashes fluttering every few minutes, and she has no idea what the hell the movie they're watching is even about. She does know, though, that if she were to close her eyes now, she would be caught in a blood-red blizzard for the rest of the night.
Maybe pushing herself to the point of exhaustion isn't the most effective way of solving this problem, but it's what she has.
Joel presses a kiss to her hair the next time she yawns twenty minutes later, her jaw popping when it stretches, and the flickering screen is nothing but a blurry veil of light by now. When she lets herself slip, no longer bothering to keep herself upright, knowing very well Joel would never let her fall, she ends up with her face pressed into his stomach, the soft darkness a welcome change.
"Bed?" he asks, gently carding his fingers through her hair, and the even beat of his pulse against her nose is enough to elicit another yawn, this time muffled by his shirt.
Ellie attempts to check in with herself, trying to locate the usual source of darkness somewhere in the back of her mind, but her fingers flow apart like drifting candle smoke, and her body slips from her awareness more and more.
"Mhhh, bed."
Her complaining grumbles about being jostled go ignored when Joel gets up to switch off the television and lights, but he makes up for it by carefully picking her up, his arm supporting her head, and pressing her close to his chest.
"Bed time, baby," he whispers, and she only then realizes how far gone she really is, his voice a swirling, color-changing light bouncing through her chest. The swaying rhythm of his steps is enough to carry her right to the edge of sleep, and by the time Joel sets her down on top of his sheets, she is pretty much fully asleep.
Grasping for the joyfully chattering dream fragments presenting themselves to her, Ellie barely pays attention to anything else, only turning to curl up against Joel's chest once he lays down next to her.
"'ight, Joel."
It's more of a content sigh than anything else, but Joel understands, he always does, and he brushes one last kiss along her hairline.
"Goodnight, baby girl."
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COMFORT MY CHARACTER. (from this prompt list) + jestiny +☀️ - a nice day outside (requested by @simplegenius042) + 🧸 - a soft plushie (requested by @blissfulalchemist) + ✋ - a hand carding gently through their hair (requested by both!)
notes: hello hello, look who is coming in three months later to finally answer these. i am sorry for the delay and ofc no pressure to read, but i decided this would be good to pivot and post for valentine’s day. also, avoiding spoilers but if you want a visualization on 🧸 you can find it here. this is set in hook, line, and sinker verse, but the only context from it you really need is that john and jestiny are fake dating.
wordcount: 2.3k
warnings: animal death, fleeting detailed fantasies of violence against humans, and threats to do violence to humans. pretty tame all things considered.
A gentle breeze kicks up to ease the heat settling into Jestiny’s cheeks and tickle her jaw with the feathery ends of her hair, and as she draws in a deep inhale of the scent of pine carried on the air it dawns on her that this truly is her definition of a perfect day.
The sun beats down on the back of her neck to bake the skin and draw a pleasant coating of sweat that flushes cool with the wind. The glittering waters of Snowshoe Lake lap gently at the thick heels of her boots stuck into mud.
Three trout float defeated and bled dry in the cooler she pulls a fresh beer from, a fourth cutting ripples into the water as it moves to flirt with her hook. The glass on her bottle of Two Hearted Ale kisses her inner thigh with its crisp coating of frost as she props it against her leg.
Hank is tucked away in the bib pocket of her overalls and firmly in the grips of a food coma courtesy of the extra scoop of bait Adelaide threw in for him, pointy pink fingers still curled around the batch of crickets he grew too full to finish.
And any threat of tranquility stagnating to tedium is kept at bay by the sudden plop of her bobber to sink into the water, causing Jestiny to perk up and brace herself just in time for the satisfying tension of weight pulling against her rod.
Jestiny licks her lower lip as she begins to reel, muscles of her arms tensing and tugging on instinct with the perfect amount of pressure to meet the force of the fish in a smooth, elegant dance — a back and forth quickly rewarded as her catch leaps from the water. An opportunity she gladly seizes, reeling it to its doom.
She feels Hank begin to slowly stir against her chest as she pierces her knife through the fish’s brain, his head poking from her pocket for his whiskers to brush against her chin as she drops the trout into her cooler.
A somehow still surviving cricket leaps from Hank’s clutches as he unfurls his fist in a waking stretch, landing at the top of Jessie’s head as the rest of the insects fall lifelessly into the depths of her pocket.
“Hank,” she chides without malice, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she grins down at the opossum. “What did I tell you about goin’ and wastin’ bait?”
Hank claws his way up Jestiny’s chest as she rewards herself with a hearty gulp of beer, climbing over her shoulder to cling to the back of her head and reach to pluck the cricket from her hair and plop it into his mouth.
And to Jessie’s relief he doesn’t scramble back down to grab for the bait she slides onto her hook, instead remaining perched on her shoulder as she casts her line, his fingers tangled in her hair.
Hank combs the fingers through short locks as Jestiny leans back to settle in and watch the water, his snout nudging against her as he sniffs for more bugs, licking to groom out anything he finds.
His sharp little claws send a relaxing tingle along Jestiny’s scalp as they rake along the skin, gliding down her spine to ease the tension from her shoulders.
Yes, in Jestiny’s mind it is truly a perfect day. And with the bright blue of the sky stretching out without a cloud in sight, she felt certain that nothing could happen to ruin —
The low rumble of an engine tears Jestiny from her thoughts, followed by the thud of a car door slamming that tells her the driver is close.
“The fuck,” Jessie mutters under her breath as she glances to her phone. “Shouldn’t be a fuckin’ soul around here but —”
“Ah, there’s the fisherwoman I’ve been looking for!” a devastating familiar voice calls, the surface of the water suddenly busy with the ripples of fish swimming away.
“No,” Jestiny says before she’s even turned around. She jumps to her feet to face the man strolling towards her and shout louder, “No. Absolutely not!”
“You certainly know how to give a lover a warm welcome,” John replies as he plants himself in front of Jessie.
“Never fuckin’ call yourself that,” she says with a grimace, taking suspicious note of the giant, glossy gift bag slung over his shoulder. “Never call anyone that,” she tacks on, a disgusted shudder texturing the words. “And never fuckin’ bother me when I’m fishing,” she snaps. “How did —” she runs a frustrated hand through her hair, pushing it back into the face of the opossum still clinging there. “How did you even find my spot?! You stalkin’ me now?”
A sharp grin carves itself into his face to push back the modest rounds of his cheeks and deepen the sag of his laugh lines, his eyes lighting up with an irritatingly proud twinkle.
He slides a hand beneath his vest, pulling out a sleek smartphone with a cross insignia on its case. “Scathing negative reviews of Snowshoe Lake suddenly popped up last night on Fishbrain, FishHub, ANGLR — even AllTrails and 27 Crags mentioned the nearby mountain pass being subpar.”
“You saw somewhere with shitty reviews and figured you belonged there?”
“I figured it was the work of my clever, reclusive little angler slyly marking her territory.” A slow, dramatic bat-batting of his eyelashes punctuates the statement. “And lo and behold, here you are.”
The hinge of her jaw; her nose twitches. “I like my privacy,” she drawls slowly, so that he may understand. “Now that we’ve gone over the how, maybe we can move on to why the fuck you’re here? And when you’ll be fucking leaving?”
If it’s within the next ninety seconds, perhaps she can still salvage her perfect day.
“Why, you haven’t been keeping track?” His tongue clicks against his teeth with a furrow of his brow in a contrived display of woundedness. “We’re celebrating our one month anniversary today!”
She snarls and bugs her eyes. “Great! Our fake relationship reached a fake milestone I wouldn’t even celebrate if it was real!”
“Do you think that attitude could have been a contributing factor to the death of your real relationship?”
She thinks how beautiful her fishing knife would look lovingly buried to the hilt in his jugular, the sweet glug glug glug he would make choking on his own blood. She thinks about how pretty he would look with that sharp grin sliced to gape and droop like a catfish’s mouth.
“I think interrupting my fishin’ time is about to be a contributing factor in your death,” she settles on. “The only way you’re gonna be any good to me around here is if I chop you up into little bits and use you as bait for my fucking hook.”
“Well, for all that empty posturing you’d think you would better understand the importance of keeping up appearances,” he muses as he rifles through the bag at his side. “We’re pretending to be a happy couple — the kind that would spend their anniversary together.”
“Well, nobody’s here! So how ’bout we don’t and say we —”
Jestiny is interrupted by a hand shoving a bundle of red roses against her chest, full enough to block her vision so that she must snatch them by the tissue paper and ribbon wrapped stems to lower enough for her to glare at the man stepping back to gaze at her with a self-assured smile.
“Aw, John,” she coos with a sweet flutter of her eyelashes and beaming smile. “You shouldn’t have,” she fusses as she leans in to stick her nose in the petals and inhale. “You really shouldn’t have. Because anyone who’d actually been dating me for a month would know —” she hurls the bouquet to the ground, stomping a foot down atop it. “That I! Fucking! Hate! Getting! Flowers!” she screams as she grinds the blossoms into the dirt beneath her boot.
“Ah, well,” his unaffected sigh draws her attention to the repetitive shuttering sound filling the background. “Luckily, I don’t think anyone would suspect as much from looking at you.”
She looks up from crushed petals to see John holding up his phone with screen pointed towards her, her own sarcastically smiling face as she clasps a bouquet greeting her.
“And image is what matters,” he purrs, stepping back and tucking his phone into his vest pocket just as she swings for it.
“Then how about you get the fuck out of here before I wreck that phone and that pretty face of yours?”
He positively glows at the threat. “Come now, you didn’t really think I’d call it quits at a puny dozen roses, do you?”
“I’ll shove the next bouquet so far up your ass your mouth is gonna win an award for best rose garden!”
“Not roses,” he replies, holding out a bright red heart-shaped box.
“Great,” she grumbles, snatching the box. “Another thing I don’t fucking wa —”
He catches her hand as it moves to throw the box to the ground. “Just open it.”
“I don’t fucking like chocolates,” she replies, holding no particular distaste for chocolates. “Especially this stupid fucking February 15th drugstore clearance aisle —”
He lifts the lid himself with a huff.
She sees there are in fact no chocolates in the container. Instead, its five sections are filled with a menagerie of bait — a tangled ball of earthworms in the left round at the top, a school of dried minnows in the right, one pile of crickets and one of grasshoppers in the center, and a cluster of doughballs at the pointed bottom.
“Mm,” she grunts in begrudging appreciation. She pinches the leg of a grasshopper between her fingers, lifting it above her head to offer up to Hank before she grabs the lid from John to place back atop the box.
“Doesn’t make no goddamn sense to have doughballs and insects in the same damn container — where am I finding catfish and trout together outside of a stocked pond?” She snorts with laughter at the ridiculous thought of fishing at a stocked pond before clearing her throat and setting the heart-shaped box down by her cooler. “Still, I guess it keeps me from using you to bait my hook.”
That proud glow of his brightens until he’s absolutely luminous at her walking back of the death threat.
“Don’t oversell the proclamations of love, Jessie dearest — it has only been a month,” he says with a dreamy sigh, leaning into her as if blooming towards the sun itself.
“You wanna quit while you’re ahead?” she offers with a tilt of her head towards his car.
“Rule of threes, my love,” John answers breathily. “What would flowers and chocolates be without a cute stuffed animal?”
Her eyebrow twitches. “Should have quit while you’re ahead,” she snaps. “I am a twenty-eight year old woman, not a schoolgirl looking for a teddy bear to hug at —”
Another flourish of his hand cuts her off, palm outstretched to display a soft plush of pink and gray.
“Not a teddy bear,” he purrs.
It’s not a teddy bear. Its round little ears are bare felt and marbled pink and black, the beads of its eyes pinpoint tiny beads, bubblegum pink tail curling around its body. It’s —
“An opossum,” she mutters to herself, a small, giddy huff of a laugh passing through her lips against her will. She brushes her fingers against its soft faux fur before she can stop herself, and John’s free hand reaches out to cover hers and wrap it around the plush to hold it on her own before retracting his.
She coughs and shoots him an obligatory glare before looking back to the opossum plush, eyes drawn to take notice of the opening in its middle — finding a second tiny opossum head peeking out.
Her eyes widen, and in spite of herself she laughs out under her breath, “It’s got a baby in its little pouch…”
She pulls the smaller stuffed opossum from its place nestled inside the larger plush, holding both up in proud display to no one in particular.
She feels the scraping of claws and a the tickle of tiny, sniffing exhales against her cheek as Hank climbs down to perch atop her shoulder and inspect.
His clawed little hand reaches out to grasp the smaller opossum, holding it to himself in ownership, then tucking it into the pocket of Jestiny’s overalls before climbing down her chest to curl up beside it.
“Ha!” Another laugh bursts out before she can stop it, looking up with a delighted grin on damnable reflex to check that her company saw the precious sight she did.
Blue eyes sparkling bright with pride meet her. Jessie’s cheeks sear under their unbearable heat.
She clears her throat.
“Well, Hank likes it,” she mumbles, spinning on her heels to turn her back to him as she tucks the larger plush into her overalls. “Gotta keep it, I guess.”
“Is that all it takes?” John asks, his breath falling hot along the back of her neck as he crowds behind her with every step she takes back towards the shore, like a trout chasing a lure. “Perhaps Hank can put in a good word for me, then?”
“Opossums can’t talk, dumbass,” she scoffs in reply as she reaches into the heart-shaped box to pull out an earthworm to slip onto her hook. “And people who expect to be allowed to hang around while I fish shouldn’t either.”
Another dreamy sigh and a rustle of clothing against grass as weight sinks beside her in the mud.
She focuses herself on the pleasant plop of her bobber landing in water, breathing in the crisp mountain air and ignoring the encroaching warmth of a knee casually pressing against her own as she spreads her legs to shore up her fishing stance.
Perhaps her perfect day would have to be chalked up as another one that got away.
An arm stretches out behind her to press its palm onto the ground on the opposite side, its owner’s head indiscreetly turned to the side to stare at her rather than the water, and this time she chooses to blame the heat crawling along her cheeks on the afternoon sun rather than the scrutiny of his adoring gaze.
But a bad day of fishing beats a perfect day of anything else, after all.
#also was my excuse to force myself into playing around in present tense more thinking ‘‘oh this will be quick and easy so’’#three months later……#oc: hank the opossum#oc: deputy jestiny ellen#otp: stop bothering these nice folks#praying to the valentine’s gods this queues correctly
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The Red Thread (04)
pairing: idol!namjoon (third pov) x fem!reader (first pov)
genres: fluff, smut, angst
tropes: soulmate au (red string), magical friends, overthinking and not solving problems
summary:
After a tragic event, you find a letter that gets you out of your comfort zone. Meeting Namjoon seems to be simple, but then you see the thread. The string brings about life changing decisions. Are you both ready for it?
chapter warnings: grief after death
word count: 1.1k
author’s note: first encounter :P
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READER’S POV
It wasn’t until the next week I had finished going through the bedroom. The boxes and furniture were where they were supposed to go and I was back in my condo in Nashville. I looked over the list my mother had left, absentmindedly playing with the locket around my neck. She only had four things left undone, yet they seemed to be the easiest of the hundred to finish. A part of me wondered if she really had left these on purpose knowing full well these were not the easiest for me.
Even though my mother and I had a lot in common, she was a social butterfly who enjoyed outdoors and trying new things. I tended to enjoy being alone inside my condo with plumbing and sticking to things I had experience with. It was almost comical these were the last ones on the list that she had suggested I do. I chuckled to myself as I ran my eyes over the other parts of the list, connecting them to memories over the last five years.
After reminiscing, I changed my focus to the clock, which told me I needed to hurry if I was going to make it to my shift in time at Landia. Thankfully, my supervisor was also an old family friend that wasn’t happy I was coming in so soon after everything. When I showed up, Hollie raised an eyebrow but let out a sigh and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her bohemian-style long dress swished around her boots as she twirled out behind the counter and around the different racks that held tye-dye clothing, several types of incense, and collections of crystals.
She spoke to a group of women animatedly, probably showing off the artwork of moons, stars, and wolves she had made herself. I turned back to organizing the tall counter. It was early, so I wasn’t expecting a rush until later. After a few minutes, Hollie came back to stand near me as I rang out a few items for a customer.
“Are you sure you’re up to being here? It’s only been two weeks, less since the funeral,” she murmured, watching my face. She reached up and touched her necklace, a pink crystal wrapped in silver wire hanging on a thin silver chain. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it out slowly. The familiar atmosphere and routine calmed me, as this was a normal occurrence. Hollie liked to think it helped her get rid of dark energies and open her mind to more positive ideas. Hollie swore the pink changed shades depending on the energy it held, but I had yet to truly see it.
“Yes. I’m sure. Routine is something that keeps me going,” I reply, hearing movement near the counter. I turned, a calm, welcoming smile on my face. At first, I saw a strong, broad chest, and had to tip my head back to see his face. He smiled politely at me and dropped an armful of clothing on the glass top. His skin was the color of soft honey, and the light flex of his arm muscles caught my eye.
“Do you take online orders?” he asked, his deep voice resonating inside my chest. The feeling of physical attraction began to snake its metaphysical fingers around my heart and down my body. I’ve seen a fair share of attractive people in the store, so this wouldn’t be the first or last. Still, it was a surprise feeling after the turmoil of emotions I’d been feeling lately. It hit me hard and fast. I avoided his eyes to keep my heart from bursting from my chest. I cleared my throat as I felt a blush bleed slowly into my cheeks.
“Of course, we have some cards with the information on the counter here,” I answered, a little self-conscious about my rushed comment, gesturing with a quick hand movement before continuing to scan the tags. He had two of everything it seemed. Hollie’s presence appeared next to me, helping me focus on work instead of the hot guy in front of me.
“Hello, I’m Hollie Butler, owner of Landia Clothing and Gifts.” She bumped my hip gently under the counter. I felt her curious eyes glance at me as I kept scanning, then go back to the customer. “I also designed most of the clothing. Thank you for supporting local businesses. I’d be happy to take personalized orders as well.”
I did my best to keep myself busy, only glancing towards him as Hollie and him chatted when I knew he wouldn’t notice. I found myself looking at his butt, and had to turn completely away, face red. I saw a couple come into the store and made a beeline toward them to give myself space. After I helped them, I realized he had left. Letting out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding, I went to the back storage room to get a drink of water from the staff break room. Hollie immediately cornered me.
“You felt that connection.”
“I’ve had a lot of feelings lately, this one just happened to be lust,” I murmured, trying to step around her. “He’s not local, that probably doesn’t help,” I joked, returning her smirk.
“I happened to gather a few things about him,” Hollie kept going. “He’s your age, self-employed, very polite, and kept trying to look at you without anyone knowing.”
“Weren’t you just saying how it’s too soon for me to come back to work? Doesn’t this also go under too soon?” I took another gulp from the water bottle, thinking over her words. He was trying to look at me? Hollie had this gleam in her eye that was a little intimidating, which made me pause in between drinks. “What?”
“Will you let me do a crystal reading before you go home today?” She raised her eyebrows with a pleading look, making her look like a little girl pouting. I had done readings before with Hollie and had gotten the stereotypical answers that you always hear. The intense sparkle in her eye, though, made me very curious if this would be something different.
“Fine, just a quick one,” I answered. “Hollie… my mom…”
“It’s too soon for me,” she answered softly, the mood suddenly solemn. “Too much energy for me to control in that kind of situation. We’ll do some crystal gazing once her energies are more settled.” Hollie patted my arm, blinked away tears, and put on her store owner's mask before leaving the break room.
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“Happy Mother’s Day!” Sebastian announces, the moment he’s been waiting for— for his mom to finally make it to the kitchen where he and Eris made cinnamon rolls and dad decorated the entire kitchen in Erin’s favorite color with party supplies. A giant bouquet of roses sitting on each sides of the table and a beautifully decorated pink cake sat right in the middle for the cookout they’re going to have later, that dad also planned with him and Eris. For now it’s just him and mom. He gets up from the chair where he was drawing and painting, quickly hugging the brunette’s waist then the redhaired boy holds out a homemade card he gets off the table. With some writing on the inside and a big yellow heart and a dove on the outside. “I wrote you a poem.” The eleven year old widely smiles, shyly holding it out to her. The words inside: “A mother loves right from the start, no matter if her children are near or far apart. A mother gives never-ending love. She gives us comfort and peace like a beautiful dove. For us she will always do her best. Even when we put her patience to the test. She wipes our tears, chases away our fears, encourages us to follow our dreams, no matter how far fetched it may seem. Her name is Erin. I am so honored to call her my mother. She is incredibly caring, always sharing and doesn’t falter on taking care of us each. Looking back on another year, I was so lucky to have a mother so dear. So mom, on your special day, relax and enjoy and always know that no one can compete. Know I couldn’t have asked for any other incredible person to call my mother. My beautiful dove, that is my mother. -Sebastian Shiloh Rose”
It’s the smell of food, a familiar combination of sugar and cinnamon wafting through the air, that finally gets Erin to blink her heavy eyelids open. When she was younger, she often took a full night’s sleep for granted, but now that she’s a mother of two, she refuses to make the same mistake and lets herself sleep in from time to time. The only problem with that is the fact that her stomach rarely gets the memo and begins to grumble around nine in the morning. Every single morning. Guided by the mouth-watering aroma, Erin makes her way downstairs. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the warm sunlight, but when they do, she takes in a sharp breath and immediately recalls what day it is. Mother’s Day. “Aww, Sebastian,” she breathes, clearly enthralled by the beauty of all the decorations surrounding the two of them. Balloons, confetti, banners, and all in her favorite color, too. Dainty hand coming up to absently rub any remnants of sleep away from her eyelids, she can’t help but wonder if she’s still dreaming — it does feel like a dream, a dream come true. She tries to take in the flowers and the cake, everything that her three favorite people had bought and made just for her, but she feels overwhelmed, her chest tightening with emotion as her eyes burn with the effort it takes to refrain from crying. She quickly wraps her arms around her son’s shoulders, returning the loving hug, holding him close as she kisses his head a number of times. “What’s all this? Is it all for me? This is so sweet, way too sweet, you guys didn’t have to go all out.” They really didn’t. She almost feels like she doesn’t deserve all these sweet and thoughtful gifts.
“And you wrote a poem? A poem for me? Oh, my goodness! Am I the luckiest mommy in the world? I must be! I have an angel like you for a baby! Come here, let’s read this masterpiece together,” the curly-haired brunette squeals, her voice still groggy from sleep and brimming with emotion. Practically beaming at her sweet son, she reaches down to carefully take the precious piece of paper from his small hands before grabbing him under his arms and pulling him up, sitting him on top of the kitchen island as if he were still a little boy. She kisses his cheek, fingers carding through his strawberry locks as her chest continues to expand. “Oh, my —” She reads the poem quietly, taking her time and marveling at the cute handwriting, gushing over each word and sentence. It’s a wonder her heart doesn’t just explode. It does finally make her tear up, though. How could it not? It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for her. Holding the poem to her chest as tears of happiness roll down her cheeks, she sweetly praises, “Wow, thank you so much, baby. It’s so pretty, the prettiest poem ever written! Mommy will keep it forever. You’re really talented. My talented artist.” Smiling as she gazes at her son with admiration, she softly muses, “Thank you so much, Sebastian Shiloh Rose. Thank you for making me a mommy and for writing this beautiful poem for me, and for being the best son in the world. I love you so much, my baby bear.” And although she always tells him and his sister that they don’t have to do anything special for her, she’s glad they don’t listen to her. There’s a huge grin on her face as she looks at one of the three people she loves the most, doing her best to wipe her tears and prevent them from falling on this heart-melting poem. “I think I’ll put it in my wallet or on my nightstand so I can read it over and over and over again.” And she’ll show it to all of her friends, brag about how talented and sweet her son is.
#rcsechild#crying in the club :))) this is the cutest thing ever#this made ernos entire week :)) thank you so much#he fr wrote A POEM for her#hes 11 and he writes poems for his mommy bye my heart :)))
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Dress Up (CH3 - Lying to Himself)
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Rating: Explicit | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Original Character
Additional Tags (All chapters listed): Established Relationship, hand wavy timeline, Lace Panties, Spanking, Lingerie, Oral Sex, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Character dealing with/avoiding their PTSD, Rimming, Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Bloody Kisses, Polyamory
Guy's still looking for some way to help. Kyle's still trying to barrel towards a sense of normalcy. Guy takes a turn at making their dress-up surprises a thing and it doesn't go the way he hoped.
Guy was hunched over his desk, head leaned in his folded hands as he tried to piece together a question or command to ask the ring for what he needed. The most powerful weapon in the universe was also a storehouse of all the universe’s knowledge for anyone who knew how to draw it out. If I was on Earth, he thought, what would I look for? How would I look?
He leaned back, one arm wrapping around his chest and the other rubbing his chin. He stared at the empty space in front of the desk. He pictured a bookshelf and watched it manifest.
“Alright. Gimme everything you’ve got on human psychology and trauma.” Immediately the bookshelf overflowed with with books, more appearing in stacks on the floor. Stacks began appearing on the desktop, under the desk, in Guy’s lap, anywhere there was flat space.
“Okay. Woah. Narrow it down. Gimme everything specifically on unhealthy coping mechanisms for trauma.”
Most of the books vanished, and the bookshelf refilled with a few more stacks appearing on the floor. Guy pointed at the first one on top of one of the stacks, flicking his fingers towards himself. The book floated in front of him and opened. He reached into his vest and pulled construct glasses from within. After paging through the first book, he slid it unceremoniously off the side of the desk and it disappeared. He repeated the process with the next three.
Looking up at the ceiling and rubbing his eyes he sighed, “This is gonna be a long night.”
Over the course of the evening, the bookshelf refilled over and over. Each time the stacks for a little smaller. Yet, no connection could be made between Kyle’s symptoms. Nightmares and flashbacks don’t present alongside hyper-sexual behavior. They create the opposite problem. Especially in males.
Fuck.
Unless it’s something compound? Complex?
“Show me the definition and conditions for C-PTSD and all known symptoms.” Guy carefully read through the stack of papers that appeared. Long term exposure. Childhood. Detachment. Relationship issues. Negative self-image and worldview. Nothing matched there either. That he knew of anyways. Should probably show this to Hal. “Add this to my notes.” The papers added themselves to a vey large three ring binder that appeared, opened, shut, and disappeared.
Guy leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He needed a walk and some water. He’d have to walk passed Kyle who was still haunting the sofa, pretending to watch TV.
Fuck.
“What would you do?” Guy asked the ring, pressing the cool surface to the skin of his cheek. “For Kyle, I mean. What would you do to help?”
A business card materialized on the desk. 'Leslie Thompkins, Psychiatrist’, it read.
“I remember her. Yeah. Yeah you’re right. How the hell do I get him to go?” A very large pet carrier and a bag of candy appeared. Guy stood up and waved his hands through the constructs to dismiss them. “Get outta here with that,” he laughed softly.
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“You coming to bed?” Guy asked, leaning in the doorway of their bedroom.
“Yeh,” Kyle murmured, eyes glued to the screen.
“Later?”
“Yeh.”
“Okay.” Guy shut the door to block out the light and the noise. He dreamed of Kyle’s laugh and the taste of his skin.
When the door closed, Kyle pulled the bottle of vodka out from under the covers and took a drink. He preferred doing bong rips. The relaxation and elevated mood were a lot nicer than the slosh and brain fog from the booze but it would have to do.
“You’ll have to do.” Ganthet had said.
Should I even be here? Why won’t he sit with me? He’s up my ass all day until I’m sad. Am I becoming a burden? Does anyone else know? He probably wants to fuck. I’m not in the mood to fake it right now. I’ll surprise him with something tomorrow to make up for it.
Kyle propped himself up against the armrest, sipping from the bottle as he watched the DVD he put in earlier. When he and Guy left Earth, he had tried to back up all of his pirated movies and shows. For whatever reason the episode lists played in reverse order but he’s unconcerned. It was nostalgic and it felt good. Firefly played in front of his eyes and his fonder memories with Guy and Hal and John played in the back of his mind. He fell into a restless sleep and the bottle slipped from his hand.
Kaylee is shot. She gasps as blood soaks her overalls.
“Kaylee, stay with me. Can you move your feet?”
Guy look at me. Look at me. Stay with me. Squeeze my hand. Stay awake.
“Are you asking me to dance?”
You wanna hold my hand and skip? Heh, heh.
Kyle staggers to the bathroom and vomits.
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Guy woke up with Kyle wrapped around him. They were side by side, chest to chest. Kyle’s head was tucked under Guy’s chin. Guy felt warm breath on his skin as Kyle snored and twitched in a deep sleep.
The bed smelled like sex and sweat. Kyle had gotten into the habit of coming to bed in the barely light hours of the morning, coaxing Guy awake with light kisses and caresses. Kyle would tuck himself into Guy, urging the bigger man on top. Kyle would writhe and beg to be touched, but his body didn’t always respond.
“This okay?” Guy would ask.
“Hell yeah,” Kyle would groan and Guy would waver between a desire to give his partner what he’s asking for and the guilt for doing it at all.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m with you. This is all I want.” And Kyle would smile with all the warmth and light of a new star.
And until Kyle woke, either kissing Guy and asking about his plan for the day or vanishing without a word, so stood their nightly routine.
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Guy watches the rookies twist and dive through the obstacle course John built. Flight training was one of their favorite exercises. It’s impossible to forget your first real flight. In some ways you never really come down.
“How’s he doing?” John asks.
“‘Bout the same.” Guy answers.
“Hey it’s not worse. One day at a time. You get him to talk to anyone yet?”
“No.”
“Keep trying. Everything’s gonna be fine. And when it isn’t, I got you. Both of you.”
“I know. You took care of me. I don’t think I ever thanked you.”
“You did in your own way.” John smiles fondly, watching the blush creep up behind Guy’s ears.
“‘Suppose so.”
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Guy returned to the apartment. He checked for Kyle and heard the shower running. He sat on their worn couch, next to Kyle’s depression nest. He picked up the mostly empty bottle of vodka, replacing the lid. He picked up candy wrappers and folded the blanket, tossing it neatly over the back of the couch. Kyle’s sketchbook tumbled to the floor with a thud. Guy scooped it up and searched the cushions for any lost pens and pencils. He set the drawing implements down on the end table and sat down with the sketchbook. It’s newer, the cover only mildly blemished with wear and graphite smears. He saw that a little over half the pages are still blank as he thumbed through them. He felt his heart wriggle with a deep joy. Kyle was drawing again. Too many months it seemed Kyle would drink and stare off the balcony, into unfamiliar constellations forever.
Guy popped open the cover, starting from the beginning. He was immediately greeted with a pencil drawing of a poorly wrapped fruit basket. He’d put it together and set it out on the kitchen table with the new sketchbook and art supplies in an attempt to lure Kyle out of his blanket fort. The next page was sketches of John’s face in various expressions, most of them joyful and all from his right. Next was Hal’s face given the same treatment from the front. Then Guy’s own face from the left. They were all smiling, laughing, hands shaping the stories they had been telling. Kyle’s ability to draw from memory was unparalleled.
There were sketches of Oan flowers that grew by nearby waterways. Superman, for no one’s enjoyment. A beagle. Hal holding a beagle, smiling indulgently. One in full color; Guy could make out the blonde hair and the shape of her face—Alex. Then the next one was just a refrigerator in high contrast, pouring out eerie light. Piano keys. A pitched battle scene, Lantern and Sinestro Crops symbols mixed throughout. Guy’s face with bedroom eyes. Hal in his flight suit, sticking his tongue out. A night scene where the only light came from a streetlamp over an empty park bench. Hal’s face, again, his salt-and-pepper hair rendered in loving detail. A young woman Guy had never seen before, wearing overalls and bleeding from a gunshot wound.
The last image sprawled across two pages and the only word Guy could think to describe it was demon. It was the alien that nearly killed him. It was massive—top-heavy and bipedal like Arkillo. It had a serpentine neck and horse-like head with a maw that opened like an eel. Sinewy arms ended in talons with an opposable thumb. Two agile tails whipped behind it, each tipped in a scorpion-like barb.
Alpha Lanterns had simply called them Hunters. They preyed along the Outer Limits. They were solitary, rarely in a pair. No one was sure yet where they came from but they lived up to their name with malicious intelligence. They had some kind of primal telepathy. Guy had perceived it as a push in his mind; just feelings, no images or words.
Guy had been hunched down inside the outpost he and a few Lanterns had been sent to build. The Guardians wanted to set up a way station to increase the range and support of Lantern sweeps in those areas. To look for problems like the Hunters. He had been welding, he remembered. They were piecing together the ventilation system when he heard the first scream. Something that big, that heavy, shouldn’t have been able to move in perfect silence. Before he knew it he had been beaten down and stabbed twice. Poison burned a path though his veins. He had ordered the team to make a distress call and retreat. But Kyle refused to leave his side. He remembered the agony of being run through again, of hearing Kyle scream. Hearing Kyle sob and not being able to draw a breath to say it’ll be okay.
“You remember it?” Kyle asked, suddenly behind him. He was leaning on his elbows on the back of the couch.
Guy startled and caught the sketchbook before it fell, “Uh. Sorry. I shouldn’t be snooping like that. I was just excited, you know. You’re getting back to nor—comfortable again.”
“No,” Kyle sighed. “I’m not. But I really want to.” His shoulders scrunched up and he crossed his arms tightly. “Do we have to look at it?”
“Nah, course not.” Guy closed the sketchbook and set it on the end table without looking away from Kyle’s face. They looked at each other for a long time. Guy could see the emotions rolling through Kyle’s expressions as they both reached for something to say. “C’mere,” he offered instead, holding his hand out.
Kyle took his hand and rounded the couch. He had a hair clip holding one of their shitty bath towels around his waist. He dropped himself into Guy’s lap with a heavy sigh and Guy wrapped him up in a tight hug.
“You warm enough?” Guy asked, laying a big, warm hand on Kyle’s thigh.
“Yeah.” Kyle nuzzled into Guy’s neck, his arms returning to their crossed position around himself. Guy could feel him shiver so he pulled the folded blanket down around them.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna talk to someone?”
“Can’t I just talk to you?”
“Yeah, I mean, you can tell me anything. I’m just not really qualified to help with this.”
“Weren’t you a psychologist?”
“I was a counselor. It’s different.”
“You talked to people when they were at their worst. Didn’t it help?”
Guy sighed heavily. “I wasn’t wheedling the plot out of Hannibal, Kyle. When I worked in the prison, it was mostly a dumping ground for undesirables. I’d ask these guys what was going on and they’d tell me things like how I’m the first person who used their name or asked them what was wrong at all. I gave them respect and sometimes I gave them some hope to hold onto.” Guy looked away as the words sped up, realizing he was rambling. “Didn’t make me a real psychiatrist, though. I couldn’t treat the schizophrenia or whatever that got them tossed into the street. Even if I had the credentials all I’d be able to do is medicate them while they were locked up.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all that up.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I can’t be what you need.” Guy tightened his hold and rubbed his thumb along Kyle’s back.
Kyle felt too warm and trapped under Guy’s big hands. He wanted to get up but feared the look in Guy’s eyes if he pulled away. So he sat and listened to Guy breathe. He tried not to think too hard about being pressed up against the hole in Guy’s side.
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“Alright poozers, listen up. Today we’re working on your speed. You’re going to have to outrun and outthink one of the fastest Lanterns in the Corps.” Killowog addressed the five fresh Lanterns, all sans their Corps symbols and ready to change that today. Each one wore a construct belt around their midsection with two flags hanging from the sides. “Your goal is to remove one of Kyle’s flags before he takes both of yours.”
“That’s it?” One of the newbies asked.
“Oh? Did I mention—they’ll all be trying to kick your faces off the entire time.”
“They?”
“Show ‘em, Kyle.”
Kyle grinned as he held his hands out, crossing his first two fingers on both hands to make a plus sign, “Shadow Clone Jutsu!” Four more identical Kyles appeared, each one photorealistic and moving independently. His clones followed as he leapt into the air, tearing through the sky at breakneck speed. The rookies followed in his wake like a formation of geese. Weak constructs of lassos and nets floated passed as they missed. He laughed, elated at the feel of the wind in his hair and the sun on his face. The world below shrank as he climbed, leaving the weight on his mind far behind.
As he tagged the rookies out one by one, he noticed the squid-like Lantern lurking behind buildings and rock formations. He could feel its gaze studying him as it kept its distance. When it was down to just the two of them, it shot a stream of bubble constructs passed Kyle. They floated by without touching him, but gave him an ominous feeling as they slowly closed in. They were shiny, and he could see his own reflection swaying on all their surfaces like funhouse mirrors.
He’d lost sight of his clones. He shot an energy blast at one of the bubbles and it opened like a doughnut, letting the blast pass through before it snapped shut again. He released his clones and they dematerialized instantly. He formed a Gundam inspired mech around himself and shot a hail of missiles at the surrounding bubbles. They repeated the same trick—shifting, opening, and closing.
He reached behind his back and drew an energy sword, thrusting forward and slashing side to side. Their texture was like slime, his weapon dragging through their cores like trying to cut through tar. His chest heaved and his muscles burned with the effort. The ring of bubbles pressed in closer, their shape throwing the light of Sto-Oa into his eyes, blinding him. He let himself fall through the swinging mech construct, sinking away from the bubbles. A tentacle whip-cracked at his ankle, barely missing as he changed direction and sped off. The Squid-Lantern’s arms spun and it shot forward in pursuit.
Kyle dodged row after row of the creepy bubbles, glancing over his shoulder to track his opponent. He ran his palm over his belt, making sure both flags were still there. Squid-Lantern was missing one. This was anyone’s game. A ray of light shot over his shoulder. He rolled and dove to dodge it. When he faced forward again, he slammed into one of the bubbles, sinking chest deep into its sticky surface. Squid-Lantern landed gently on the surface, its tentacles bowing the bubble’s skin without breaking it. It gently removed both flags from Kyle’s belt. The short, crescent eyelids over its opalescent eyes widened. It lifted all of its tentacles into the air and swayed.
“Hooray! Hooray! I have the winning!” Kyle’s ring translated. The bubble released him and he turned himself upright.
“Wow! Nicely done,” Kyle offered his hand to the victor. Squid-Lantern’s swaying paused as it considered Kyle’s appendage. It stuck half of its tentacles out, mimicking Kyle’s motion.
“Oh, uh, handshake?”
Squid-Lantern’s tentacles vibrated. Kyle flailed his arm and laughed.
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Kyle approached the battery, bathed in its ethereal glow. He’d reluctantly left the cackling pack of rookies behind at Warrior’s. Even their enthusiasm couldn’t drown out the incessant nagging of his ring reminding him that his charge was “Critically! Low!”. He raised his ring hand, making a fist and squaring his shoulders.
The words wouldn’t come.
He tried again. And still nothing. He was just tired. This had been the longest day out of the house in a long time. It was a good tired, his mother would say, from playing so hard. You’ll sleep well.
He lowered his arm. He knew the words—could hear them in his mind. There was no power, no conviction in his voice. Would it charge if he could only whisper? He raised his arm again. He felt stupid. He felt weak.
He nearly leapt out of his own skin when he felt a hand under his forearm, a body pressed against his back. Kyle leaned into the familiar scent of aftershave and whiskey.
“In brightest day,” Hal began, voice warm and unwavering. Kyle repeated the words, gaining strength as they finished the oath in tandem.
Kyle’s ring recharged and he felt the surge of power through his whole body. He was still leaning into Hal. He turned his head to look at his friend, leaving their faces inches apart.
“You okay, kid?” Hal asked and Kyle’s heart pounded. Hal had his mask off and dark eyes glittered in the battery’s light. At 5’10 they were the same height, but Hal was extremely wiry and compact. He was warm and so solid. Where in the fuck was this coming from? Hal lowered his arm to Kyle’s waist to support him.
“Yeah,” Kyle’s body quivered. “Thanks.” He spun around suddenly, shoving Hal aside. “I should go,” he pointed stiffly at the doorway. “Bye.”
“Dude?” Hal asked of the empty room.
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Kyle landed on the balcony. He looked down at his still trembling hands. How was he gonna sneak this thing into the house without Guy asking too many questions. He willed his skintight uniform away, leaving him in jeans and hoodie. He adjusted himself and pulled the hoodie down. Why was it so hard to get it up for Guy like this?
The balcony door slid open about a foot and Guy’s freckled, smiling face emerged. Speak of the devil. “You’re home! How’d it go?”
Kyle couldn’t help the smile that came across his face. God but he loved those big blue eyes. “Really good actually. I thought I’d be more tired but I recharged and uh,” he faltered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I feel pretty peppy now.”
“Good because I have a little surprise for you,” Guy’s expression melted into a naughty grin and he dramatically whipped the sliding door open. He stood in a cheap Halloween sexy-nurse costume, complete with a little red cross cap and white thigh-highs. “I thought you could use a little TLC after you had such a hard day.”
Kyle’s brain flipped to the static channel as he zeroed in on the gap between Guy’s very short skirt and the top of the stockings. “Th-thighs,” he mumbled.
“Get in here,” Guy rumbled, grabbing Kyle’s shirt and dragging him inside. Kyle surged forward, roughly shoving Guy into the back of the couch, and pulled his big man down for a kiss. Guy spread his feet until they were even height making his skirt ride up obscenely over his erection. His plan to soothe Kyle’s stress and gently tuck him into bed was already gone out the window. Kyle kissed him like he’d been gone for months. His hands roved up and down Guy’s thighs, fingers dipping into the tops of the stockings.
“Turn around, lemme see you,” Kyle murmured as he pulled on Guy’s hips. Guy turned, leaning over the couch and raising his ass in the air obediently. He had nothing on underneath the costume. “Goddamn,” Kyle growled, digging his fingers into the backs of Guy’s thighs and spreading him open with the heels of his hands. Guy had shaved everything and his skin smelled fresh from the shower. Kyle rolled the pad of his thumb against Guy’s quivering hole, “You need me to get you ready?”
“P-please,” Guy whispered, his hands moving to cover his face as his hips pressed back into Kyle involuntarily.
Kyle spread Guy open and leaned forward, licking a stripe from Guy’ balls to his tailbone. Guy clapped his ring hand over his mouth to keep the high-pitched sounds from escaping. His other arm braced his weight against the cushions as he lost his footing.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Guy wailed into his palm.
Kyle lapped and rolled his tongue, coaxing every imaginable sound out of his big, broad partner. He pinched and squeezed those thick thighs, only coming up when he had to breathe. He smiled and groaned against Guy’s entrance, thoroughly enjoying driving him wild. His attention had Guy literally on his toes. He glanced down at Guy’s pretty feet, perched on that sexy angle. Feet freaked Guy the fuck out so he didn’t dare mention his obsession. He just quietly scooted all of Guy’s normal shoes into the back of the closet.
Guy’s hips rolled with an unconscious rhythm and Kyle leaned back with his tongue out and let him rub his ass into his face. Guy’s eyes were clenched shut and a deep blush had worked its way down the back of his neck.
“Kyle,” Guy breathed, both hands clenching the cushions now, “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I…um,” Guy looked over his shoulder, beet red, “Will you…?” He glanced at his ass and back up at Kyle.
Kyle leaned over Guy’s back putting his lips against Guy’s ear, “You are so hot, Guy. I can’t get enough.” Guy dropped his face into his hands again. Kyle ran his hands up and down Guy’s back, making the cheap fabric of the costume crinkle with static. “I want you so bad.” He rolled his hips against Guy’s ass and realized with horror that he’d lost his hard-on.
Are you fucking kidding me? Now??
Kyle’s body tensed as he held in a frustrated sigh. He’d die before he made Guy feel like anything about this wasn’t perfectly hot and welcome. He sent a construct hand into the bedroom to grab the lube off of the nightstand. He coated his fingers and rubbed the tip of the middle one against Guy’s hole. “You ready?” Kyle asked as he pulled his clothes off, making a pile somewhere off to the side of the couch.
“Yes, please,” came the muffled reply.
Kyle pressed his finger slowly in, soaking up the desperate sighs escaping his partner. Guy was so good to him. He was gonna make his man come rivers no matter what his body would or wouldn’t do. He fucked Guy open slowly until he had three fingers buried in his tight heat.
“Kyle please, please,” Guy moaned from behind his hands.
Kyle took a deep breath to focus, making a construct around his limp dick. Like the rest of his creations, it was true to life. It even felt warm and twitched if he willed it. He lined himself up and pressed in gently. He had to keep pushing the costume up and out of the way to see what he was doing. “Take this off for me, love.”
Guy pushed himself up, gasping as the angle changed. He crossed his arms in front of himself, grabbing the bottom of the slinky costume dress. He chanced a heated look over his shoulder as he very slowly pulled it up and over his head. Kyle’s eyes flicked back and forth between the inches of sexy freckled skin slowly being revealed and the passion in those gorgeous eyes. His hands chased the hem of the dress, traveling over all the familiar constellations on Guy’s back. Guy’s freckles were concentrated on the tops of his shoulders like a permanent sunburn. They thinned out as they spread down his back, then gathered again at the dips in his hipbones, filling the spaces like a liquid—like someone had poured a galaxy over his body. Kyle’s hands brushed along the back of Guy’s neck, fingertips dragging in his hair. Guy leaned into the touch and groaned. Kyle wanted to lay kisses along the nape of Guy’s neck but he couldn’t reach.
“Alright,” Kyle nudged Guy forward with a hand between his shoulder blades, “Get back down there, you’re too tall.” He felt Guy’s laugh under his hand and Guy leaned down until he was on his elbows.
Guy groaned as he shifted, feeling Kyle still inside him, “Baby, please, I’m so horny.”
Kyle finally started to move, keeping his pace steady and not too rough.
“God, yes,” Guy sighed, arching his back, “That’s perfect. Please, please don’t stop.” He covered his mouth again, embarrassed with how soft he sounded.
Kyle focused on Guy’s voice, his own breathing picking up with the exertion. He wrapped his hands around Guy’s waist and felt for tells in his body—the tremors, the way he’d start to push back, the soft, high sighs when he finally took his hand away from his mouth again.
“Kyle, I—I’m…Are you…?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”
Guy reached back, grasping the back of the couch as he came with a long moan. Kyle feigned a little stutter in his hips, pulling out and pretending to finish himself with his hand. Watching to make sure Guy hadn’t looked up, he sucked his cheeks and quietly spit on Guy’s back.
Kyle stepped back and wiped the sweat from his face. “Wow,” he said, the smile coming through in his voice, “That was hot.”
Guy was still panting, still leaned over the couch.
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” Guy groaned, as he stood up. He rubbed hips where they’d been pressed into the couch, “Just a little sore. M’alright.”
Kyle held his hands out with a bright smile on his face, “Wanna go lay down?”
“Nah,” Guy said looking at Kyle’s hands, “I’m gonna go get a shower.”
“Oh,” Kyle watched Guy walk away. “Oh, okay. Are you coming to bed after?”
The bathroom door clicked shut.
Guy turned the water on full blast and sat on the toilet lid. He rested his chin on his folded hands with his elbows on his knees.
Fuck.
I’m the problem.
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five times reunited: ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. ) - cc & alice !
5 times ... meme ( no longer accepting ) + @chmerical // cc
It's late, isn't it? When she comes back, Alice hanging from the window sill, her fingers carded through her hair just to keep it from falling within her eyes, from making it harder for her to creep through this night. This time, she's been gone for FIVE DAYS - it's kind of a personal best, and she'd be proud if she wasn't sure that come the morning, no matter how cool her re-entrance into breakfast with the rest of everybody, that she's due to get her ass beaten black and blue. Well. At least she made sure to make it count, dropping soundless to the floor, shifting the bag that she's got with her over a shoulder to squirrel away into a safe place. But there's something in the dark, isn't there? Someone, who whispers her name like a teasing pull at the edges of it, and relief spikes where paranoia could have made a home, and she's already bounding into their bed, her face pressed loving against their own. "Oh my sweetest Charlie~" her voice a soft-calling thing. "How I've missed you! I've been on the most fabulous adventure. And even brought back a few treats. We'll split them, you and I, come the morning. But quickly! Tell me. What have I missed?"
Alice and CC. CC and Alice. Always and forever, aren't they? The lock, the key! And always together, the two of them wound about each other like roses and thorns and she can't stop herself despite the way that most of the time, there's a sense of raging jealousy that whips within her veins whenever they feud and break up. Together! And broken. But doesn't she ALWAYS COME HOME? How it's like that, even when she's crawling back from someone else's bed, and she knows they're doing the same - their tastes always so different. They chase after guests, their ephemeral almost nature. She dares to muddy the town, like punishment for the way they always lust and let her flounder. But this morning she comes back from her own apartment, miserable and biting her lip, the first to lay down on top of them within the lofty familiarity of their bed. "Come back, my heart..." her heart wrenching plea. "I miss you, I miss you so much..."
Alice gets her own place as a sort of ode to freedom. She knows that there's a place for her at CC's own space. But it wouldn't be the same, would it? Plus. What about their UPS AND DOWNS, their highs and lows? They need places to cool off and find themselves, but it's also been, like, forever and a half since she's slept apart from them, and it leaves her restless. It doesn't help that she's been too busy to come by, shopping for things, setting it up! And poor CC, they've been at the soldier in command for Gerald's own army, even if they were, for better or for worse, the commander of her own. Her knave of hearts, her king and queen and all in between. It's been a week, and it leaves her so sad for it. Already on the phone, her voice like a calling - "Won't you come by?" feeling their excitement already, it bristles and burns, and it's only 15 minutes later when there they are, and oh, ohhh, Alice loves this part. Her arms wound about their neck, her mouth kissing every square inch of skin, "Baby~" darling, sweetheart, love! "You have to see the place!"
Alice REMEMBERS EVERYTHING. Which is very much a problem, considering the state they find her in, the delirium that swims and sings and sinks her whole! Her heart is a mess, her mind is a maze! And worse still ; paranoia bangs a drum that makes her think she's still in the grasp of that terrible thing, that demon, the devil! Nobody believes her, even when she cries and weeps for it, when she begs them to understand that there is something terrible waiting and coming, it's definitely coming! And she's a woozy, lost thing, sunk beneath the waves of consciousness with a shot to the arm, deployed in a hurry. Still though. It will be okay... it will be, it has to be, and when she wakes, she sees her CC waiting there with everyone. But it's CC she cries for, who she clings to after... wait. How much time has passed again? She hardly knows. It's been forever! The uncertainty of it swirls, consumes, and leaves her stripped bare.
It's a trip, she says. To see family. Which is sort of a stunning thing for her to say so lightly, her smile fixed and bright as always. "I'm going overseas. But I'll be back!" it's a cheery little wave and bop goodbye, no explanation given, no timeline for her return. But it's months, and maybe that's the most UNEXPECTED turn of it all. She'd think they'd all have given up on her, save CC. CC knows she always comes home, they know what it means to have a person as the concept, and that they were it. But it's clear she had things to do, and something to settle - and it's like any other day when the other returns to their cabin, Alice waiting there upon the bed, her grin a tell-tale thing, her legs crossed, apple-sauce, upon the bed. "Your hair's gotten so long!" she'll tease, the look on their face so beautiful. "Come here, my love. I'm home. And so are you. And I've missed you so."
#chmerical#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldom followed it !
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Ok I'll admit it. Spitting in mouths is hot
(Cishet men, minors and blogs without listed ages, and blogs containing cg/l and/or cnc content DNI)
#she spit in my mouth for the first time today and it was really hot 🥴#also later i was on top of her kissing her and carding my fingers through her hair and grinding on her bulge and talking soft to her#and i spit in her mouth and she almost lost her mind#VERY hot to watch a pretty girl open her mouth wide in a silent plea for you to keep dripping your spit in#she was wordlessly begging it was so fucking hot#also very hot to grab a pretty girl by the jaw and force her mouth open to spit in it#and to also make her open her mouth by ordering her to#baby 💖#text
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⋆⁺ [ 034 ] study (date)
note/s & warning/s: eimiko & ayamiya appearance , two college students (read: scaramouche and y/n) yearning for each other's touch, kissing, mentions of foods, fluff, lmk if there's more that needs to be added | w/c: 3.4k (oops, my fingers slipped)
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Scaramouche did not expect to be stuck in traffic. He impatiently taps his fingers on the steering wheel as he turns on his phone from time to time to check if you have messaged him. He sighs in annoyance, knowing that he might be late for your meeting; that's the least he wanted to happen. After all, what kind of friend would he be if he made you wait even one more minute? As much as he tried not to think about it, Scaramouche finds himself thinking about you a lot. It was something that happened when he started spending more time with you and as he got to know more about you. It wasn't really like he could control it; it felt natural whenever he thought about you. So naturally, he was starting to develop feelings.
He knew it was ridiculous to think that he'd fall in love with someone so quickly, but it couldn't help but occur to him anyway. And when he saw your name appear in the corner of his screen, his heart skipped a beat.
Y/N: hi :)
I just arrived and I know that there's a traffic jam right now. don't worry about arriving late but I hope you don't mind if I start skimming through my notes ^^;
His eyes softened as he read your message, a small smile forming on his lips. You were so kind and considerate. Despite all those childish and immature fights he had with you, you were still you nonetheless. You still cared for him no matter how many insults he threw at you, fully knowing that he didn't mean any of those harsh words and just wanted to get a reaction from you. You always check on him, asking whether he has eaten already or how the test was. He loved every second of being around you, but he would not admit it; he lives a life full of denial.
A car honks loudly behind him, making Scaramouche flinch. He curses under his breath before turning off his phone, looking back up at the road once again. This is why he hated driving. Regardless, he was glad that the cars were now on the move again, or else he might miss your entire meeting.
A few minutes later, he finally arrived at Komore Teahouse; it was owned by the prestigious Kamisato family. Wherein only a few people could enter, and that is if you have a membership card with you or you were invited for the sole purpose of a business meeting. But it could also be a hangout place for close friends of the Kamisato family.
He stepped out of the car with his bag full of books, notebooks, papers, and some pens, pencils, and erasers; he brought them not for him but for you—if ever you'd need them. It was a habit he developed after weeks—no, months of spending time studying with you. Sometimes, he can see a little sadness in your eyes, and it makes him worried because he knows that you're worrying once again that you might fail to reach your mother's expectations.
He approached the lady in front of the tea house and showed her his membership card.
"You must be mister Scaramouche?" The lady asked with a smile as she took the card from Scaramouche's hand.
She let out a small gasp, and her smile even grew wider when she read the name on the membership card, "Ah, it's nice to see you again, mister Kunikuzushi!"
Scaramouche smiled behind the mask he was wearing, only for it to fade as he removed his mask. "Hello to you too, miss Kozue."
"It's been long since you've come to visit us. Please come inside and enjoy yourself." She said softly as she gestures for him to come inside. "Do give my greetings to your mothers. I'd like to meet them again soon." Scaramouche only gave a small smile to Kozue.
He was welcomed by a strong fragrance but pleasing smell of air; the owner of the tea house, Taroumaru, was sitting on top of the reception area. He smiled at the dog knowingly and patted its head; the dog leaned in his touch and even barked at him to show his affection back at him. And then it hit him, he doesn't know which room where you at.
Sighing, he slowly retracted his hand back from the dog's head. Taroumaru had quieted down from the lack of affection that made Scaramouche feel guilty for stopping petting it.
After contemplating whether to text you or not for a few seconds, he was caught off guard by Thoma, who gently touched him on the shoulder.
"Hello there. You must be Y/N's boyfriend?" Boyfriend? Did you tell Thoma that he was your boyfriend? Scaramouche was taken aback by the sudden question, which made Thoma laugh a little.
"I'm kidding. Y/N's in the second room by the left. Enjoy your date," Thoma said teasingly and left almost immediately after patting Scaramouche on the back.
He went to the room where Thoma had told him where you were at. When he saw you, he swore he had seen an angel. You looked so ethereal, you were wearing a beige top and white trousers. It was simple, yet you looked breathtaking. Archons know what effect you have on him.
Scaramouche's face was red from earlier's conversation with Thoma, which truly caught him off guard. And you… you were not helping the situation. From the way you tuck the falling hair strands to the back of your ear… he wanted to be the one to do it for you.
Snapping away from his trail of thoughts and daydreaming, he approached your table with his bag slung on his left shoulder. "Hey," he greeted you softly.
You glanced up at him, and his presence brought a smile to your face. He looked stunning in that grey T-shirt and black jacket that he was wearing; you don't even want to get started by how cute he looked with that red bucket hat on him.
"What? Are you going to stare at me forever?" He joked as he sat down beside you, putting his bag to the side. You didn't realize that you were staring at him for a long time. You can't help but chuckle.
"Sorry, you looked cute in those," you said almost too casually. You mentally kicked yourself; why did you blurt that out without thinking?
Scaramouche felt something in his stomach. He ate well this morning; is he sick? However, you noticed the way how the tips of his ears slightly reddened by your comment.
"Oh, Uhm, thanks," he said softly. His gaze is on the table where your stuff has been laid. Two teacups and a teapot were also placed on the table, proving that you already got something for the two of you.
"Oh, I… I still haven't ordered food. Do you want anything?" You inquired.
"Uh… we could get some later." You took notice of how he seemed to play with the hem of his jacket. He seemed nervous and uneasy.
You shoot him a smile, "Right. Let's get started, shall we? We could do what we've always done. Ask me anything if you don't get something, and vice versa. If we don't get something, then we'll work hard to understand it."
Scaramouche only nodded at your words. He had already missed your tender voice, even if you had recently met. Today was the usual, yet it seemed different; perhaps it was because of the tension that still lingered from your previous fight. But both of you know too well that that problem has been solved.
Studying has always been boring for him, even if Childe or any of his friends ask him to study with them because it always ends up with them getting distracted by something else. But you… you made studying much more fun, relaxing, and efficient for him. You share your notes with him —which you deemed messy, but clearly, messy is better than none— you are patient with him, and you teach him if he doesn't understand something in a better way than your boring professors do.
With you, he was willingly studying. He was sure that he won't be failing any of his classes because of you. You make sure that he doesn't fall out of the discussion in classes you share, and you explain everything to him in the simplest but most detailed way possible.
Reading your notes has become a part of his daily routine, and you helped him stay focused on the lesson. It's amazing how you make learning enjoyable for him, even though there were times when he would feel overwhelmed with his studies or when he couldn't focus at all during a lecture. You made everything seem so easy, and your smile never failed to ease his heart.
He knew you were the one he was supposed to comfort, yet he was the one being comforted. But there's nothing wrong if you both find comfort in each other, right? And he hoped that that was the case.
An hour passed, and he was still quiet, probably off to his little world in his mind. You noticed how much he played with his pen more than usual and how he seemed to not concentrate on what he was studying at all.
You clasped your hand and closed your book, which snapped Scaramouche out of his thoughts. You looked at him with a smile plastered on your face. "Let's take a short break. You seemed unfocused. Is there something wrong?"
The worry in your eyes made his heart sink; you shouldn't be worrying about him when there's an exam coming soon. He couldn't help but feel upset for making you feel this way. It wasn't much of a big deal, but he couldn't help but feel like it.
"It's just… I have something— a lot on my mind," he mumbled softly, half of his face hiding through his jacket that was zipped up. You wonder if he's not hot.
"Then, do you want to talk about it? Only if you want to, of course."
"I'm sorry, was I distracting you?"
You shook your head gently, "No, you weren't. You can tell me anything. Uhm… studying can wait. Do you want to talk about it already?"
Scaramouche thought he had misheard what you said. You always put studying on top of anything; it was your number one priority, and your health comes after. To which he didn't like, he would often come up to you and ask, "Hey, brat, have you eaten lunch already?" And if he knew you hadn't, he'd be tossing you a sandwich and say, "Tch. Eat up. I don't want to miss any part of the discussion because I have to bring you to the clinic or whatever."
His demeanor was cold, but you found it endearing; the fact that it was just his way of showing he cared for the people around him even if he gave them the cold shoulder.
"Well… is there something more to say?" He said as he ran his fingers through his purple locks. You found it pretty. The way his hair was soft and silky and how it suited him well. He was pretty.
"What do you mean by that? Of course, we do have something to say," you tried to lighten up the mood with a joke. Your attempt to diffuse the tension, however, fell short. Scaramouche only stared intently at his hands as they fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should call it quits early."
"No— I'm just…" Scaramouche didn't know why he couldn't express himself properly. He spent the whole week trying to rehearse what to tell you once you've met up. How do you go about talking about your feelings to someone? He didn't know; maybe he could've asked his friends, but he didn't want them to tease him nonstop.
You placed your hand on top of his and smiled. "Should we order some food first to clear our minds?" He nodded unconsciously at your question.
You got up from your seat. "Alright, I'll be back," you said softly.
Once you were gone from the room, Scaramouche sighed as he mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. He needs a good talking to about his feelings, he realized.
Minutes later, you came back with snacks in your hand. The way you carry yourself was with such elegance; he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your hair would sway because of the wind and how your face would scrunch in irritation whenever he annoys you; he adored everything about you. You set the snacks down on the table before sitting down beside him.
"You're zoning out again," you stated. Scaramouche blinked his eyes slowly as he snapped out of his trail of thoughts, shaking his head to try to clear the fog that was clouding his brain. You're right; he's spacing out again. What was he even thinking? About how pretty you are inside and out? No, no, he'll never admit that.
"Come on. Try these Dangos," you handed him the tri-colored Dango that you got from Thoma. He took it in his hand; it was your turn to eat your Sakura Mochi. It was tastier than it was before, or maybe it was because it's been a while since you've been here.
The last time you were here was after your High School graduation. Ayaka had invited you to join their celebration for her graduation; she was one of your best friends since grade school. You two would always go here at Komore Teahouse after draining school days. She would always invite you whenever you'd need to complete a project together.
Ayaka was your only friend outside your small circle. She was always the shy type, and you'd do mostly all the talking whenever you'd invite her to join you and Hu Tao at lunch. Although you two started drifting away in high school due to different circles, your friendship with her never faded away. After all, she was also your very first crush.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt something come into contact with your skin. You flinched slightly at first, but you realized that it was only your Scaramouche's hand.
"You're such a messy eater." Your cheeks turned red as Scaramouche wiped something off your lips. His hand lingered longer than it should have, but you did not say anything, nor did he.
Your lips were soft, that's what Scaramouche thought as soon as his skin made contact with your plump lips. He couldn't dare take his hand off your delicate, beautiful face. So he stayed there, caressing your cheek with his fingers. Your skin was velvety; it was almost addicting.
You blushed harder at his touch, unable to hide the fact that it felt nice. You opened your mouth, hoping to say something, but no words came.
Scaramouche leaned closer to you as if you were his space bubble. You could hear his fast heartbeat; it echoed loudly in your ears as he inched closer and whispered, "Can I kiss you?" His voice was low, but his words were clear enough for you to decipher. His breath was warm, causing shivers to travel down your body.
His question was rather straightforward. You hesitated for a moment but nodded nonetheless. His breath mingling with yours made your stomach flip, and your cheeks went redder. He leaned in closer, and you felt his breath fanning over your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. His warm lips touched yours ever so lightly, but it sent shivers down your spine. His lips tasted like the sweet taste of sugar, and somehow it was comforting. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer and deeper into his embrace, deepening the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, enjoying every second of it. The sparks from your lips created fireworks on his. The kiss was soft, tender, and slow. You could practically feel him smiling against your lips. He pulled away after a while and rested his forehead against yours. You looked at him with a dazed expression, and he chuckled, pulling you closer and kissing you again. This time, you returned the kiss as passionately as before, and then you both parted from each other, panting lightly.
"That was…" you trailed, staring into his purple eyes that showed expressions of pleasure.
Before any of you two spoke, someone had cleared their throat. The sound caused you to look behind you, and your eyes widened in shock when you saw who had interrupted. The sudden movement made Scaramouche pull away from you quickly as he also cleared his throat.
Thoma chuckled nervously before looking at the two of you, "Uhm… Sorry for the interruption, you two, but I hope next time you'd close the door before you make ou— Ouch! Yoimiya, what the hell?!"
"Why did you have to interrupt them?! We were like watching a romance movie!" Yoimiya shouted back. They continued arguing for a few seconds until Ayaka spoke.
"Quiet down, you two! Let's not intrude on them any further," she said with a chuckle.
You laughed nervously and called out to them, "Thoma, sorry about that. Is there something you need?" You shifted back to your seat to make yourself comfortable. Your hand made its way back to your knees. The disappointment was visible on Scaramouche's face as he soon lost contact with your skin; Thoma had seen his face, which made him stifle a laugh.
"We didn't mean to barge in like that, sorry. Ayaka said she'd love to join your study session if it was okay with you when she heard from me that you were visiting. But it looks like it's more than that seeing that you two were… uh, doing something in… private so—" before Thoma could continue rambling on, Ayaka had slightly tapped her hand fan on his shoulder, resulting in his stop.
"I told you they're together!" You heard both Yoimiya and Thoma say in unison and laugh as Ayaka joined in with a chuckle.
"It's been a while since we've seen each other, Y/N. I'm glad to see that you're doing fine! Well, then, Yoimiya and I will be in the next room if you need something. See you!" Before you could greet her back, Ayaka had already shut the door close.
Silence reigned the room for a while. You weren't sure how to start the conversation now that the awkwardness had dissipated.
"Y/N."
"Scaramouche."
You quickly shook your head, signaling that he could go first.
He nodded, taking your hands in his. Your hands perfectly fit in his hands. You felt his fingers gently graze your knuckles as he intertwined their hands. His thumb gently traces circles on your knuckle. "I'm sorry for kissing you out of nowhere…"
"No, I said it's okay—"
"…But can I kiss you again?" You looked up from your intertwined hands to his face. He was blushing hard, his face was redder than a tomato, and the tips of his ears were red too.
"Sorry, I kind of blurted that out—" before he could finish his sentence, you silenced him by placing your lips on his and pulling him towards you. You moved your body closer to his, and his hands traveled around your waist as he deepened the kiss.
Your hands moved to grip his purple hair, and he pulled you even closer to deepen the kiss even more. The kiss caught him off guard, but it turned out passionate nonetheless. When you finally pulled apart, you both had a dazed look on your faces.
You tried to steady your breathing, your heart still beating furiously. Your hands reached for his cheeks as you smiled up at him. You leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his lips before whispering, "Don't you think we're going too fast?"
"Hm, are we?" He teased back. It seemed like the old him was back. You liked it better than the quiet side of him. This teasing but loving side of him is endearing.
You pulled away from his hold with a laugh and drank your tea as you opened your textbook. "Come on. Let's finish going through this chapter, then we can go home."
You heard Scaramouche groan in annoyance, "I don't want to study, but I definitely want to go home." You chuckled at his silly response.
"Yeah, alright."
Today was definitely one of the best you've ever had in your whole life.
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a/n: tried writing in 2nd pov, and it turned out better than i've expected lol. will u believe me if i say that i spent a week reading fanfics and stuff just to write the kissing scene properly ksbfksnsks (let's not talk about how awkward i probably had look while writing that because... i'm just not used to it but i know i gotta give yall some fluff lmao). anyways, moving on, i'll (presumably) be adding one more (?) event, then wrap this story up :)
also, i would like to apologize if i don't respond to your replies. i truly appreciate them and read each and every one of them; although, most of the time i'm having trouble expressing what i think/feel through words and sometimes i really just don't know what to say because, to be honest with you, i am actually a very awkward person when it comes to socializing (and i'm also a vv dry chatter...) :'D still, i'd like to thank everyone who takes their time to reply to my posts, thank u 🥺❤
⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?
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[1.06] mingi × reader
⇀ happy birthday, my love
As expected, Mingi's birthday party was a blast. While he couldn't invite all his friends to the dorm, he was glad he could spend it with his group members and parents.
It was the first time you met them so of course, you were nervous and even scared. But to your luck, his parents loved you to bits and his mom even pulled him to the side to tell him that she was very much happy that he was able to find someone like you.
His mom's comment made Mingi pull away from the festivities for a bit. He never really thought about how you fit into his life so much better than he could ever imagine.
The first was with his idol life. Not everyone could keep up with having an idol boyfriend what with the hectic schedule that goes to 5 am and starts at 6 am, then the unconventional and borderline inconvenient dating locations such as his practice room, dorm, and van, and also the constant anxiety of being found out and not knowing how people will react. No matter how much he trusts his fans, he knew that you will still be in danger.
The second was with his friends, specifically ATEEZ. The amount of time he overthink about how you will blend in with the boys before he introduced you to them was insane. He didn't want to have to choose between the people who has been with him through all of his ups and downs and the person who will be there from that point onwards. It was scary when he first brought you to meet everyone. But thankfully, first hour in and Wooyoung had already insisted they re-debut as a 9 member group.
The third was hours ago, when you met his parents. Of course, having spent his youth focusing on his career, he's inexperienced with romantic relations. So when his parents hears that he had began seeing someone, they were initially apprehensive, telling him to be cautious. But not even half an hour later, his mom had told you to call her 'mom' and that she expect to see you in family events. She didn't even care if Mingi also came or not (which made him whine).
So after cleaning the dorms from the festivities, basking in the euphoria from his birthday, Mingi laid you down on his bed and draped himself on top of you. With his head on your chest and your fingers carding through his hair, he was at his most peaceful state yet.
"I love you," he blurted out of the blue. You looked down and grin at him, "I love you too, Mingi. Why so sudden?" You asked, curious at his sudden proclamation. Mingi shifted so his chin is resting on your chest, he gazed at you with such loving eyes that you wanted to just squish and kiss him.
Mingi pursed his lips and shrugged, "Just... for being with me," he reached forward to kiss you fully on the lips. "Having you here is the best birthday present anyone could ever give," he muttered against your lips. You can only giggle and wrap your arms around Mingi and pull him close, "Happy birthday my love," you said in between pecks. "To many more birthdays to come," you added softly without pulling away from him.
With fluttering heart (and swollen lips), Mingi's head floats to the thought of the future with you. And truly, he couldn't wait.
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