#because the sun is rising and peach is leaving in the morning and he's going with her no matter what it takes

[chloecherrysip]

Mario's (nearly) successful training run

[pandoraslxna]

Special friends – Chapter 3

adult Neteyam x female omaticaya reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: You just look so pretty when you sleep.

Warnings: explicit smut, friends with benefits, heavy corruption kink, innocent / virgin reader, manipulative behavior, somnophilia, body worship, cum play, thigh job, mild dub/con (because there’s somnophilia duh)

It’s four in the morning.

Neteyam had learned how to tell the time from his father at an early age.

The Na'vi loosely determine the time solely by the rising and setting of the sun, as well as the beginning and end of the eclipse. It was morning when the sun rises, evening at the beginning of the eclipse and so on… It wasn’t very specific.

Of course it was hard to tell the exact time without the use of the sky peoples technology, but his father had taught him the approximate reading of the time based on the exact position of the sun and the moon. And right now, it was probably four in the morning. Maybe five, but that didn’t really matter.

What mattered was, that it was about two hours until sunrise and Neteyam was wide awake, tossing and turning in his hammock and unable to doze back into dreamland, how he so desperately wanted to. Back to the false reality he was so abruptly woken up from, by himself. Where he was with you, touching and kissing and licking and finally filling you up to the brim, stretching you wide on his cock and—

Why did he have to wake up now?

He felt betrayed by his own body.

It was four in the morning and he knew that he should probably go back to sleep– he really wanted to. But he just couldn’t. Not anymore. Not like this.

Neteyam couldn’t ignore how hard he was, flashes of his dream coming back to him in pieces and leaving him hissing as he snakes a hand down under his loincloth to palm at his cock and mutter a quiet curse.

He could definitely take care of this on his own. It wasn’t like he couldn’t just jerk himself off, his minds eye providing him with dirty little images that should be enough to finish quickly and then go right back to sleep, hoping he would dream about you some more.

He knew that’s what he should’ve done.

But his mind is still working on half speed, riddled with sleep and want, the arousal taking precedent over any logic and sense and throwing all caution to the wind. It felt like he was still dreaming when Neteyam found himself at the door to your marui at around four thirty in the morning, his body moving like it had a mind on its own.

When he steps inside, his nostrils flare at the sweet scent of you. You always smelled so nice, he remarked. His sweet little peach. Sweet to touch, taste and smell. He wanted to devour you right then and there.

You were sleeping, obviously. Blissfully unaware of the presence of your best friend in your home.

Neteyam smiled, moving quietly to settle down next to you and brushing a strand of stray hair behind your ear. He knew he should let you sleep. You’ve always been a little late sleepers and it was still so early, not even the sun was beginning to rise, so it would’ve been cruel of him to wake you up just for this.

But he’s so painfully hard and aching, growing more desperate with each second that he doesn’t do anything to quell the burning arousal within him.

There had to be another way, he thought. Another way of getting his release without having to do it himself. A way of feeling you, getting you to help him out without actually waking you.

Neteyam had been the perfect gentleman all this time, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back. You looked so beautiful like this, laying on your back, your hair splayed around your head. You looked like an angel and part of him wanted to see that pure expression on your sleeping form change into something sinful.

His gaze wanders over your body for a long moment, his eyes feasting on every curve and every inch of skin, knowing it like the map to a treasure that he had studied for his entire life. A hand then reaches out for you again, caressing your cheek. His innocent touch soon turns into something more, curious hands gliding along your shoulder and arm, feeling your sides, your soft hips and waist. He doesn’t hesitate to dip down even lower, playing with the strings of your loincloth, loosening it so it falls off of you ever so slowly, like you were putting on a little show for him and he groans at the sight you unknowingly provide.

You were so wet, he couldn’t believe it, soft folds glistening in the dim light of your room. Naughty little peach. What where you dreaming about that could have you this wet? Or was that just because of his hands on you? Neteyam chuckled to himself at the thought.

He had to chew his lip just to prevent another, even louder groan from escaping when he reached out to continue feeling you. His thumb brushed over your clit gently, feeling the little nub twitch right under his finger. It’d be so easy just slip at least one finger into you, with how wet you already were, fill you up so, so nicely…

Neteyams other hand moves further, to massage the squishy flesh of your thighs, feeling your silky soft legs up and down. You were so sleep-warm and pliable, so willing to be manhandled, he thought to himself with a smile.

But then his dream comes to him again.

With a tingling feeling, like lightning up his spine, Neteyam remembers what woke him in the first place. The dream that felt so real, he was sure he would cum in his loincloth at any second. His body was over yours, lips sucking purple hickeys to your neck, while he pressed his cock in and in, filling your tight pussy until there was no space left and you were so wonderfully full of him —your first.

Neteyam lifts his eyes to peer at your sleeping face again, noting your pinched brows and parted lips. He was sure you were still dreaming of something, so deep in your slumber. Breathing deeply, you hadn’t moved or reacted other than a few soft sighs, since Neteyam had started touching you.

All at once, Neteyam feels another flash of heat go through him, when an idea settles in his brain.

Maneuvering your legs, spreading them so he could settle himself between them, might’ve been risky, but he didn’t really have it within him to care. His cock was throbbing with need when he freed it from his restraining loincloth, pumping it with his fist one, two, three times before he moved even closer to you.

He was quick to get into position, desperate, without anyone to tease. Normally, he liked to draw things out with you, liked getting you all worked up and whiny until you were practically begging for him to just do something, but you were so blissfully unaware of any of this right now. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t take it slow.

You nuzzled at your woven sleeping mat and the innocence of your mannerisms and the sight of your cunt made his heart and cock throb all the same.

Neteyam then drapes your legs over his shoulders, your ankles resting against the back of his head while he hugged your legs. He was trying to keep his breathing even as he pushed his hips forward and with that, his hard cock between the soft of your thighs.

"Ohh.. fuuck", Neteyam sighed quietly.

It felt heavenly— the warmth of your skin, soft flesh enveloping his length in the same way a tight pussy would. He could feel your slick covered folds pressed against the underside of his erection, your arousal smearing between your thighs and his cock and oh eywa—

Nothing was ever going to compare, not to you.

Not to your perfect body, as if every part of you was there just to bring him pleasure.

"Fuck, peach", Neteyam breathes out, his voice low and nothing more than a whisper to himself, "You feel so good, I’m- I won’t last. You’re gonna make me cum like this… holy shit."

With an increasing pace, he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking the space between your legs. To his own delight, you had started to moan quietly in your sleep, as the underside of his cock brushed against your clit over and over again.

At the sound of your first soft moans, his gaze immediately lands on the downright precious scrunch of your face. Brows furrowed, your cheeks now flushed red and bottom lip protruding in a way that almost seemed petulant. You were too fucking cute for your own good, he thought, hoping that your dreams were as sweet as you are.

Neteyams gaze wanders back to the space between your legs, watching how the tip of his cock appears and disappears between them. A short glimpse to your soaking wet pussy has him swallowing back a moan.

Poor thing, he thinks to himself. He seems to have gotten you all worked up. Unable to get what your body was begging for, with the way he was hugging your legs, squeezing them together for his own pleasure. His ears perked at the sweet little whine that trickled out of you when his hips snapped against the underside of your thighs just a little harder.

He was still careful, but there grows a force behind his thrusts, a need desperately restrained because he doesn’t want to wake you up.

Neteyam was gritting his teeth in order not to groan too loud. He could come so easily like that, rocking back and forth, his cock trapped between the plush of your soft thighs, your slickness lubing his length enough to make his movements more fluid. It was perfect, so good. If he closed his eyes for a while, he could imagine you in this exact position, but instead of your thighs, he would fuck your tight little cunt.

Neteyam felt his abs flex at the thought, hips stuttering for a moment because his mind drifts to images of you waking up with him buried deep inside you. He imagines your moans, soft mewls and cries, begging him to make you cum, to fuck you rough and hard, trying to convince him that you could take it, how easily you would cum from his penetration alone– how easily you could make him cum, just from sinking his cock into you.

If your thighs already felt this good, he couldn’t imagine the way your wet, warm and velvety-like walls would feel around him, squeezing him tight and sucking him in. How it would feel like to be the first to stretch you like this, so incredibly tight, you probably couldn’t even take his whole length at first try.

He could feel the last bit of his sanity slipping from his body, his mind going blank as his orgasm approaches at a quick pace. Neteyam watches you the entire time, waiting for signs that you’re waking up, but none of that happens. You were still sound asleep, splayed out before him like some peach flavored desert.

The sound of his cock sliding between your wet thighs was downright obscene and he could practically feel your neglected clit aching for attention, warmth slowly pooling into the pit of his stomach. And with that, he angles his hips to put more force behind his trusts, his length gliding through your folds, the tip of it pressed snugly against your clit, bumping harder against the little nub with every stroke.

Soft mewls turn into moans the harder he fucks your thighs and you begin to squirm in your bed. Neteyams toes curl when he feels your thighs flex and he can’t hold back the deep groan as the pleasure nipped at every sensitive nerve in his body.

Suddenly, and that was purely his own fault and the inability to keep quiet, you begin to stir and squirm. Your hands come up to your face, fists rubbing at your eyes, rubbing away the remaining sleep so you could finally pry them open and figure out what had woken you this early.

"T-Teyam?", a soft voice calls out for him, two big, round, innocent eyes look up and bore right into his soul. Your brows are drawn together, a puzzled look on your face making his heart skip a beat or two.

"Shh, it’s okay peach", Neteyam coos, one of his hands coming to rest on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin and you instantly lean against his palm. "You’re doing amazing, making me feel so good. Just… just keep still for me, yeah? Don’t move, just stay like that."

With half lidded eyes, you nod obediently, your cheeks flushing a darker shade of red than before and Neteyam groans loudly. Now that you were awake, there was no reason for him to hold back. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts increases, rocking you back and forth on your sleeping mat, punching little moans and huffs of breathe out of you.

"S-Say you love me, c‘mon say it", Neteyam pants heavily, a little short of words as he feels the pleasure rise in his body, "Wanna hear it from my favorite girl. You look so pretty like this, you know that? Feeling so good, fuck, oh fuck, yes."

Both of his arms are back to wrap themselves tightly around your legs again and he turn his head slightly to kiss your calf that’s still draped over his shoulder.

"I love you, Teyam", you whine softly, "L-Love you so much." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears it loud and clear, his cock throbbing and twitching between your thighs at your honest confession.

"I love you too. So much", he groans, letting his head fall back against his neck and squeezing his eyes closed shut, "M‘gonna cum, peach. Oh great mother, you have no idea how much I just want to– to– f..fuck, nghh, oh shit!"

His body is shaking and trembling with euphoria as his cum splatters along the inside of your thighs, covering your soft stomach up to your navel. Neteyam hears your little gasp of surprise and feels you clench around nothing, slick wetness mixed with cum making the inside of your thighs even more slippery. He lazily thrusts between them just a few more times, until his hips begin to twitch and the overstimulation becomes to much to bare.

Neteyams chest was raising and falling rapidly as he tried to collect himself. He felt incredibly warm and satisfied, his body feeling boneless and flushed with euphoria as he took in the sight of you, while placing your legs back down to the ground. They felt a little numb, all blood rushed to your core at the position they were in the whole time.

"M‘sorry", he finally sighs. But before you can respond, a sheepish grin spreads over his features, fangs poking out between his lips, "Just needed you and you looked so pretty while you were asleep that I really didn’t want to wake you up. But you’re not mad at me, aren’t you? I mean, friends always help each other out, right?"

Neteyam tilts his head to the side, his braids swaying over his shoulder, even more so when he leans down to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You shake your head no, eyes fluttering close for a second to relish into the feeling of his lips against you.

"You’re the best. I love you so much, peach. I really do", he says, kissing the tip of your nose next and you giggle. "I love you too, teyam."

"Hmh I know", Neteyam grins even wider, before he sits back up. "I made quite a mess, huh?" He muses with a soft chuckle, running his hands over your stomach as if he attempted to rub his still warm cum into your skin, like it would soak in and ultimately mark you as his.

Your face heats up, a blush spreading over your cheeks once again as you begin to squirm at the sticky feeling of his hands running all over your naked body. Neteyam chuckles lowly when he realizes, his hands coming to an halt at the soft curve of your hips, where he squeezes the subtle flesh playfully, causing you to laugh softly.

"Let’s get washed up, yes?", Neteyam then smiles warmly at you. "I‘ll help you clean yourself and then we‘ll go and get something to eat for my special girl, how’s that sound?"

Images of you bathing in the river, with his hands all over you, begin to flood his mind on an instant. It was almost comically how fast he could feel his cock hardening again. Looking down on you, your pussy still glistening in arousal, pretty lips all swollen and begging to be touched, he’s reminded that you hadn’t finished. A chuckle rose in his chest by the thought of how needy you would be because of this.

Neteyam raised to his feet and reached a hand out to you, the excitement barely hidden on his face, knowing he was about to start a day that will most likely be filled with many, many begs and please for him to make you feel good and so many more moments of you returning the favor to him, because you really were his special girl.

[anchoviiies]

Can I request a nice domestic Zolusan fic? Where they're all married and just having the best life ever? Bonus points if they adopt a kid. Bonus bonus points if the kid is a girl.

tw. fluff, fluff, fluff.

domestic zolusan, with a daughter. ❤️

⭐️🍎⭐️

Quiet life.

In the morning, the first to wake up is Sanji.

He looks out of the kitchen window and lets the sun chase away the sleep from his eyelids, he holds a cup of coffee in his hands and the first cigarette of the day between his lips.

The sun lazily rises through the tree branches, and the grass surrounding the house is still wet with dew, just like the slide and the swing attached to the peach tree.

Calling it a swing is even too flattering for Sanji: it's a wooden plank held up by two ropes, and he wonders how Lilie manages not to get splinters every time she uses it.

But it's a gift from Usopp, and Lilie adores it.

Luffy does too, and that's enough for Sanji.

But he grumbled to Zoro that it’ll become firewood, at the first scratch.

Shortly after, Luffy joins him, stumbling over the leg of the table as he tries to sit down.

Sanji can’t help but laughs, while he asks what's for breakfast as his stomach rumbles.

Zoro and Lilie are the last to wake up, when the house is already filled with the scent of pancakes and melted chocolate. Luffy has honey-sticky fingers, and the kiss he leaves on Lilie's cheek tastes like sugar and warm milk.

Then Zoro clears the table, Luffy rushes out of the house to do who knows what, and Lilie reaches out for Sanji, letting herself be picked up.

In her room, he arranges her red hair, helping her choose the day's dress: blue, with plenty of frills, folds, and lace. The skirt is so extravagant it makes her feel like a princess, and Lilie loves it.

She loves feeling like a princess, with also a plastic tiara and a magic wand, of course.

Zoro shakes his head gently when he sees her return to the kitchen all dressed up.

"How can she play dressed like that? She's just going to get dirty, and washing that is a hassle."

“She has elegant taste, unlike someone else," Sanji retorts. Zoro rolls his eyes but is smiling.

Sanji's favorite mornings are the ones that start slowly, with the alarm clock still ringing in the quiet house because Zoro doesn't hear it, and Luffy can't be bothered to reach for the bedside table to turn it off. He enjoys peering into the little girl's room, watching her sleep for a few moments under the colorful blankets, with her hair scattered on the pillow, a faint smile on her lips, wondering if she’s dreaming and what, she's dreaming about.

These leisurely mornings are followed by even slower days, that smell of melted butter on popcorn and baked apples, with a sprinkle of cinnamon on the top of them and a dollop of honey.

For Luffy, they smell like wheat, sweat, and fresh grass: the grass he lies on while Lilie sits beside him, engrossed in making a daisy crown or letting a snail crawl on her hands.

"If you touch their little horns, they hide them, look," Luffy says, extending a finger toward the snail, and Lilie watches with sparkling eyes.

Zoro rests his head on Sanji's shoulder and closes his eyes. The sun on his face makes him drowsy, and Sanji's clothes always smell of soap and cleanliness, which makes him even sleepier.

He's glad Sanji stopped using that cologne that made his nose itch and he thinks it's a good life, nevertheless.

The wind carries the scent of the sea and salt their way.

It's easy to feel nice.

[j0kers-light]

Hi! how do you think Joker would feel if reader was a runner? I’m not quite there yet but I hope to run a marathon at some point, so I end up having to spend a lot of time running. Which I don’t mind... but I get up before the sun rises and immediately go out to get my run in. Which I feel like J couldn't handle if he slept at the readers apartment that night. And I wonder if he'd be worried about reader being outside alone for long periods of time. I feel like races would be lonely for reader since he obviously couldn't just show up and cheer her on </3. And on a more personal note- I also wonder if he'd or if he'd notice the absurd amount of race t shirts i have 😂. And this is kind of a stupid thing I do, but sometimes I run when I’m sick. Even If have the flu or something I will still try to run it off, which I figure he wouldn’t approve of reader doing. And I’m very injury prone (very). So he might notice notice my slight Advil addiction lol

Sorry for the Kind of random a request. Maybe not a lot to write about, but I feel like I’ve never seen a story/headcannon about a reader who runs 🤔? I had this thought because the running shoes I like are soo expensive (especially when you have to buy them regularly 😵) and I thought of a scenario where he steals reader some shoes in bulk 😅. Anywho you don’t have to write all or any of this if you don’t care (this is basically a self insert of myself so change what you want) , I’m kinda rambling so this may not make any sense. And I love your stories btw 🩷

Hey hi anon!!!!! 🖤✨

You weren’t rambling love, I understood everything you said! AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH A SELF INSERT its why I'm here lol 🤭 thank you for sharing those tiny details, I shall follow them to the letter! Ah! Thank you for reading too!

Disclosure: I am not a runner and I have no idea about this topic so forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Did I drop what I was doing to fill this head canon? YES you're worth it! Representation matters so don’t hesitate to be self indulgent!

I hope you enjoy beloved! Keep runnin'! 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

With the clash of schedules-- Joker usually arrives at your apartment when you're stepping out for your morning run. You pass right by him and he's bewildered on where you're going this early in the day. The sun hasn't even risen yet and why aren't ya wearing anything?!?!! Your sports bra and jogger pants makes him seethe in anger. You look too sexy to be leaving the building!!

This poses a huge safety risk in Joker's mind because Gotham City is never safe but he knows by experience that this is the worst time to be out, alone! Why. Are. You. Out. Running. In. The. Dark? Looking like a defenseless snack? 👀 He flips out when you come back all sweaty yet energized. Whatever that means.... you still look hot. An easy target for sure.

He yells at you for putting yourself in danger until you explain that you're been training for the past few months and nothing has happened. How is it he’s just now noticing? Then you sheepishly explain the odd hours that you run. Mornings and/or nights with no protection whatsoever and Joker.exe stops working.

Joker takes no chances and assigns your security team to follow your training/run route effectively immediately. And as for your skimpy running attire? Girl.

You thought you owned enough race shirts. HA! Joker buys steals you modest running outfits but they do little to conceal your peaches (wink) or your killer legs, much to his dismay. You can wear a trash bag and still look sexy. He begrudgingly allows you to wear your tight outfits because they’re practical.

He stares you down anytime you do a warmup stretch before a run. Oh he'll stretch you out real good.... AHEM! Uh moving on..

Joker most definitely notices your hoard of running shoes. Just how many do you need and why are they so expensive? You explain that they wear down so quickly by running so you constantly need a new pair. Joker takes it upon himself (being the supportive partner that he is) to buy steal the entire store's supply of shoes in your size!

Imagine coming home to a mountain of shoe boxes and Joker's head poking around the corner. 😃 He's so proud of himself but you feel the oncoming headache. He's expressing his love through illegal, over the top gestures.... again. You love this idiot.

And speaking of grand gestures, since J can't attend your races— at least not publicly, he has become rather creative in showing his support. He bribes threatens people to cheer you on in his place or sets up unauthorized checkpoints along the route with banners, balloons, etc. with messages like ‘GO Y/N!’ or ‘Run faster, Bunny!’

It’s so embarrassing when the marathon speakers are hacked and the song, 'Track Star' by Mooski plays because Joker does not know the true meaning behind the lyrics! He just hears, 'she's a runner, she's a track star' and thinks it’s a compliment.

You almost forfeited the race when the urge to hide in shame hits you. The clown dedicated the song to you! Joker means well but this ain't it. The fireworks he rigged to go off when you won the race however were a sweet touch.

Little did you know— if you weren't expected to win, Joker had laughing gas on standby to poison the other runners so you could gain the lead as they fell behind laughing to death... His Bunny will win, no matter what. #SupportiveCrazyBF

Joker does not predict you sabotaging your own chances by running while sick. He doesn't understand your logic of ‘running your flu off.’ It doesn’t make any sense so he’s troubleshooting a plan to help you.

How did you sneak out!?! You should be at home, getting rest and fluids yet you’re knocking back Advil and pressing on like everything is fine. Let's just say Joker is more than furious with you love.

You knew Joker would eventually find out where you were. You shook off your security detail the moment he left and made it to the check in booth for the marathon while still under the weather.

It was just a seasonal flu. No biggie!

Joker was acting like a mother hen thinking you shouldn't lift a finger while sick and he even dressed up like a nurse to further prove just how serious he was about your health. He ordered you to stay in bed and rest— not sneaking out to attend a race. You knew he would be furious but what could he do once you started the competition?

They didn’t perform wellness checks so after everyone got into place and the starter gun went off, the race began.

It was Joker’s fault that he left his patient unattended. The race would only take a few hours and you would be back long before Joker returned from who knows what.

In hindsight, you didn't expect J and his goons to storm the pavilion where the registration booth and spectator zone were set up.

People were none the wiser when multiple vans pulled up, got out, and blended into the crowd. Only when Joker’s goons yielding guns and other weapons started wreaking havoc halfway into the race did things get crazy.

In the midst of the chaos, Joker casually walked up to your upcoming mile marker and waited for you to run by.

He'd only seen you run a handful of times but his keen eye instantly noticed you were more sluggish and less enthusiastic today. You were just going through the motions and looked ready to pass out.

No doubt because his Light was hardheaded and ran a marathon with a flu.

Good thing Joker was good at handling brats. He had no problem plucking you from thin air and hauling you (kicking and screaming) into his van. He hit the wall and it sped off back to your apartment in record time.

If you weren't sick maybe you would've had the energy to fight back more but Joker was able to swat your punches to his face away like a fly.

"J?! What the.. What is your problem!!?! You just ruined a charity race!" You coughed into your elbow as Joker watched in silence.

His face was unreadable and the both of you just swayed with the van's motion as it barreled through Gotham traffic.

Not a peep from your lover. This wasn't good. You were, in essence, in the principal's office. Joker went out of his way to snatch you— in broad daylight— from a public event and he had nothing to say. His intense gaze spoke volumes.

You immediately backtracked to save your skin.

"That wig looks great on you, J. It uh.. *cough* ahem, accentuates your features." You said weakly.

"Don't play with me, Y/n."

Oh. Government name. You f__ked up.

Joker ripped off his ginger wig and fluffed out his own hair underneath. It was a scare tactic, one that was working very well. He was prolonging the inevitable and you knew he was holding back the full severity of his anger.

Finally he licked his lips and spoke. "You wanna know whhhhhhhy it’s a bad idea to, run, while you’re sick hmm? Let’s see.. Respiratory problems, dizzy spells— tch, your accident prone a** can trip on thin air and crack ya head open. Do I need ta go on?"

He waved his hands at you until you shook your head meekly.

"Good! Now... if my Bunny had listeneddd to me.. and stayed in bed, your uhhh charity marathon? Wouldn't have been sabotaged. What's that saying of yours? Play stupid games, win stupid prizessss."

You turned your head in embarrassment but Joker reached over to turn it back towards him. Gone was his stern gaze and replaced with a much more softer expression.

"Think of it this way, Bunny. I came and supported my girl at her uh race." Joker cracked up laughing.

That was not the support you had in mind.

[mtap-comics]

Here comes the next fill in for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder (Pre-Relationship/Getting Together)

Summary: Elenya's lungs haven't betrayed her this badly in a long time, so why did it have to happen now in front of her crush, the Civil Corps captain, of all people?

Word count: 5368

Prompt: Asthma Attack

Author's note: The idea for this was actually the reason I got a bingo card in the first place, so I'm glad I finally got the idea down on paper.

Please don't expect this to be medically accurate. I have read a lot about asthma (and have a mild variant myself), but have never had an attack myself, so I have written this to the best of my knowledge and hope it makes somes sense.

Warnings: Asthma Attack (who would have thought)

Read on AO3: Link

Training for the Flying Pigs

Autumn in Portia was cold, much colder than Elenya was used to from Barnarock. It was already approaching winter, the leaves of the trees decorating the ground more than the branches, and if the air had not been so dry, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the first snowflakes were already falling.

It was one of those cold mornings, the sun barely rising, when Elenya wrapped herself in her warmest sportswear. She still could not believe what she was about to do!

Arlo had asked her yesterday if she would like to work out with him one morning. She knew that since the fall had started, he had been working out much harder than usual. He often passed by her workshop in the morning and threw her a cheery "good morning" and she knew for a fact that she could never keep up with him. However, he had looked at her with such anticipation and eagerness that she just couldn't say no.

She just couldn't refuse those deep blue eyes and soft voice. And secretly, she was also looking forward to spending more time with him, even if she will make a fool of herself in front of him. She was good with an axe, pickaxe and even a sword, but when it came to endurance, it really wasn't her strength.

But now she had to go through that. She quickly slipped into her sports shoes and then stepped out of her house. Directly she was greeted by a cold gust of wind and she shivered slightly, but the run would hopefully warm her up quickly.

With a soft smile on her lips, she made her way to Peach Place where they were to meet and could already see Arlo waiting patiently for her in the distance. With swift steps, she caught up to him.

"Good morning, Elenya. Ready for our run?" The soft chuckle that escaped him sent a pleasant shiver down her spine and she could feel her cheeks flush.

Damn, what was this man doing to her? Hopefully he was blaming the redness on the cold.

"Good morning, Arlo. Yes, I'm ready. Lead the way, I'll be right behind you." With a gentle smile, she instructed him to go ahead and he didn't need to be told twice.

Arlo started directly with a fast but steady pace and Elenya tried to keep up. They jogged past her workshop towards the river and then turned left towards the waterfall. At first she could keep up with him quite well, but the cold air started to sting in her lungs and it got harder to breathe.

Damn, they had just started running, why was she already out of breath?

She tried to adjust her breathing, but it felt like a belt was wrapped around her chest. Her breathing got shallow and started to sound more like a wheeze and panic rose in her. 

Fuck, why coulnd’t she breathe?

It took a moment before she could place the symptoms.

An asthma attack!

Oh God, why did this have to happen now? She had often struggled with it as a child, but for the past few years she'd had little more than a coughing fit now and then, and since she'd been in Portia she'd had no problems at all. The salty sea air had been perfect for her lungs.

Completely out of breath, she stopped and called desperately for Arlo. His name came barely more than a gasp from her lips, but he must have heard her anyway, because only seconds later a strong hand grabbed her upper right arm. 

"Elenya! What's wrong?" Arlo's voice was laced with concern. He could probably hear the unnatural sound of her breathing, and with difficulty she brought the word "asthma" past her lips. The band around her chest grew stronger and a strangled cough escaped her.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Panic resonated in his voice, but he seemed to catch himself quickly. His second hand closed around her other upper arm and he bent his knees slightly so he could look her firmly in the eyes. "Hey, it's going to be alright. I'm going to help you sit down now, okay?"

Elenya could only nod. Her heartbeat quickened and everything around her blurred. The only thing that remained were the deep blue eyes in front of her that held her gaze captive.

Numbly, she followed his lead until she was sitting on the ground, her legs stretched out in front of her. 

"Great, just like this. I'm going to sit behind you now, okay? I'm going to help you breathe, just follow my voice."

The blue eyes disappeared from her sight and immediately the panicked feeling inside her intensified, making it even harder to breathe.

Damn it, she needed to calm down! Panicking was about the worst thing one could do during an asthma attack.

Fortunately, before she could panic any further, a warm chest pressed against her back and a warm hand came to rest on her chest, pushing her back.

"Lean against me. I need you to sit as upright as possible so your airway can open up."

She tried to follow his calmly spoken words.

"Yes, just like that. You're doing great, sweetie. Now breathe in through your nose, as deeply as you can. Then exhale through your mouth while pursing your lips as if you were going to whistle."

Arlo's voice was calm and warm next to her ear and she really tried to follow his instructions, but her chest just wouldn't expand. Desperately, she reached for the hand that lay gently at her waist and clutched at it.

"I... I... can't..." Another strangled cough escaped her and she couldn't suppress a soft whimper.

God, that hurt so much.

"Yes, you can. Follow my breathing. Inhale...," he inhaled exaggeratedly so she could feel it in her back. "And exhale, two, three, four."

Strained, she followed his breathing, focusing on the warm legs that framed hers, the large warm hand at her waist, and the hand that still rested gently on her chest instead of the terrible burning in her lungs.

"You're doing great. Inhale... Exhale, 2, 3, 4." 

Like this, they sat for a while in the middle of the path just before the Portia Bridge, Arlo's warm, soothing voice all the while a firm anchor for her to cling to. Little by little, the band around her chest loosened and breathing became easier with each conscious breath.

Arlo's voice trailed off as it became certain that she could breathe on her own again, and for the next few minutes she did just that. Breathing. Until she finally felt ready to speak again.

"Arlo?"

"Yeah?"

"I think my butt is frozen to the floor."

The deep laugh that followed her dry statement flooded her with warmth and expelled the last bit of tension in her body. Exhausted, she let herself fall a little more against Arlo.

"I think mine is too." Laughter and relief resonated in his voice and he gently squeezed her waist. "Do you think you can get up? Your breathing sounds better, but we really need to get you to Dr. Xu."

Good question. Did she dare to stand up?

The band around her ribcage had loosened again, but the cold air still stung her lungs with every breath and she was already dreading climbing all those steps up to the clinic. What if it started all over again right away? She wouldn't withstand another asthma attack today.

Arlo seemed to notice her hesitation. "We don't have to yet. Take as much time as you need, sweetie." His voice was warm and soothing right next to her ear and he gently squeezed her waist once more.

There it was again!

She thought she had imagined it earlier, but this time she certainly hadn't misheard. If he noticed what he called her? And did he mean it the way she thought?

With a slight shake of her head, she drove the thought out of her mind. She was far too exhausted and exhilarated to think about her feelings now and instead leaned even more into Arlo's embrace with relief. Dr. Xu could wait a little longer.

So they continued to sit on the ice-cold floor, Elenya concentrating on her breathing, trying to match her breaths to Arlo's. His chest at her back was warm, as was his breath brushing her cheek now and then, and after another 5 minutes she finally felt ready to stand up.

The fact that she was frozen to the bones by now had nothing to do with it.

With a quiet, regretful sigh, she leaned away from Arlo. Immediately her back was hit by the morning cold and she couldn't suppress a slight shiver, which of course didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, are you freezing? Wait, let me help you up, I've got something for you." 

Before she knew what was happening, Arlo was already standing in front of her, both hands stretched down to her, waiting. Confused, she looked up at the redhead, but put her hands in his and let him help her up.

Her legs didn't want to carry her at first, but Arlo's quick reflexes fortunately kept her from crashing back down to the ground again. His arms wrapped around her back in a flash and he pulled her tightly against his chest.

Damn, she had forgotten how exhausted she was after such asthma attacks.

"Don't worry, I've got you." Arlo's voice was just as sure as the arms holding her up and, relying on his strength, she gave her body a moment to gather enough energy to support her own weight.

Once it did, she disengaged herself from Arlo slightly and looked up at him apologetically. Now that she could think a little more clearly, guilt made its way inside her. 

Why had she even gone along with him? Just because she wanted to spend more time with him?

The only thing it had gotten her, was making a fool of herself in front of him and ruined his training on top of that. She hadn't even managed to run a fraction of his normal distance.

"Thank you... And, I'm sorry..." 

Embarrassed, she looked down at her feet until a warm, rough hand softly cupped her cheek and gently pushed her head up. Confused, she looked up into soft blue eyes, a furrow appearing between them.

"Hey, you don't have to apologise for anything. I'm sorry I talked you into this. If I'd known what was going to happen, I wouldn't have asked you to come along. But enough of that, you're still freezing and we need to get you to Dr. Xu. Everything else can wait."

He took a step away from her.

"It probably doesn't smell as pleasant anymore, but it should still be better than freezing." Puzzled, Elenya watched Arlo take off first his white jacket and then the grey sweater he wore underneath. She couldn't help but stare at his now exposed, muscular arms, as he stood in front of her in only an undershirt, until they were covered again by his jacket. 

"Here, this should warm you up a bit." Embarrassed, she quickly looked back up into his face to just catch him lifting the grey sweater and pulling it over her head. Immediately she was enveloped in wonderful warmth and an even better smell. Contrary to what he had said, the sweater smelled amazing to her. There was a slight smell of sweat clinging to it, but it wasn’t pungent, instead giving off a wonderful smell of Arlo.

She quickly slipped her arms through the sleeves and then buried her cold nose in the warm fabric, inhaling its wonderful scent. The deep inhale didn't please her lungs at all, though, and sent her into a painful coughing fit.

Immediately Arlo was at her side again, one hand on her upper arm supporting her while the other gently stroked her back.

It took almost a minute for her to catch her breath and she was briefly afraid that the attack would start all over again. But then the stuck mucus finally loosened and she was able to take an almost full breath.

Once she got enough oxygen back into her system, she looked gratefully up at Arlo, who was still gently stroking her back, looking at her full of concern. " Thank you, again... But aren't you cold now?"

A soft smile spread across his lips. "Don't worry about me. As long as you're not cold." His smile didn't last long, however, and the furrow between his eyes returned. "Think you can make it up to the clinic? I'd get Spacer, but I hate to leave you alone..."

A slight blush rose to Elenya's face. She still sometimes couldn't believe how sweet and considerate this otherwise very stoic man could be. And to have this kind-heartedness fully directed at her did things to her heart that were not normal.

She quickly pulled herself together, though, and braced herself for the way ahead. "I have no choice if I want to be able to breathe properly again today..."

"We'll go as fast as you can. If you need a break, please let me know right away, okay?" Arlo's look was serious and at her nod, his right hand placed itself supportingly against her lower back and they started walking towards the east gate.

Fortunately it was still early enough that there were hardly any people on the streets. Only Mars was already preparing his store for the day and he immediately gave them a worried look. Somewhat ashamed, Elenya hid a little more behind Arlo. It was already bad enough that Arlo saw her in such a weak condition, it didn't have to spread all over Portia.

Arlo must have silently communicated something to Mars, though, because after a moment's hesitation, the latter turned back to his store and acted somewhat exaggeratedly as if he didn't notice them at all.

Gratefully, she smiled briefly up at Arlo. Climbing the stairs was going to be bad enough, she really didn't need any more prying eyes on her.

As expected, the climb was going difficultly. The first few steps were fine, but then her lungs contracted painfully again and she was plagued by another coughing fit.

Arlo immediately reached for her upper arm again to support her and stroked her back soothingly with his other hand until the coughing subsided again. 

That's how it went all the way to the clinic. After just a few steps, Elenya needed to pause again and again to either cough it out or catch her breath. Arlo's warm hand on her lower back and his gentle encouragement were the only things that could get her to keep walking.

She was so exhausted by now and her chest hurt so much that she would have preferred to just curl up on the floor and sleep. To forget her damn lungs for a moment at least.

How she hadn't missed this shit at all.

Arriving at the clinic, Arlo's arm had meanwhile moved from her lower back and wrapped around her waist to support more of her weight. Elenya's head was leaning heavily against his shoulder and she was barely bearing any of her own weight, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Like that, the two of them stepped through the door to Dr. Xu's clinic, where they were immediately greeted by the doctor with a worried look.

"Elenya, are you alright? Are you hurt?" The doctor stepped quickly around his desk towards the two, but before he reached them, Elenya was overcome by the next violent coughing fit, the rapid change in air temperature around her, another strain on her lungs.

This time, however, it didn't just stop at coughing, but the band around her chest tightened up again and she was left wheezing.

She only vaguely noticed how she was led to one of the hospital beds. Strong arms lifted her up onto the bed and then there was the warm hand on her chest again, pushing her into an upright position.

Blue eyes pierced through her green ones and she strained to follow Arlo's counting for her breaths. This time, fortunately, she didn't have to wait it out as long, because shortly afterwards Dr. Xu also appeared in her field of vision, a vial of brown liquid in his hand.

"Here, this should help quickly." With trembling hands she reached for the vial, but Arlo quickly took over for her and held it gently to her lips.

Through her gasping breath she managed to drink the bitter liquid and tensely the two men waited for the medicine to take effect.

Over the next 2 minutes, Elenya felt the tightness around her chest gradually ease until she could take a somewhat decent breath again. Relieved, she slumped down and took a few careful deep breaths.

Her lungs were still aching and the coughing reflex wasn’t gone, but she could finally expand her chest fully again and gratefully she threw the doctor an exhausted smile.

"Very good. That was a mixture of highly concentrated caffeine, that will help your bronchial tubes to dilate again. Now I'll make you another mixture of thyme and ribwort. That should help the inflammation go down and hopefully you'll be able to breathe unhindered again soon. It will take a moment, so try to relax and breathe evenly for now."

Dr. Xu threw her a reassuring smile and then hurried to his small laboratory table to begin the tincture.

"You heard the doc. Here, let me help you again. Lean against me and follow my breaths." While speaking, Arlo sat down next to her on the bed, put his right arm around her shoulders, and with his left hand he reached for her right one to guide it to his chest.

The movement caused her upper body to turn in his direction and she found herself snuggled against his side. His large, calloused hand was warm over her cold one and she could feel his strong, steady heartbeat beneath it.

After a moment's hesitation, she let herself fall into his embrace. 

If he pulled her to him, then that was okay, wasn't it?

The caffeine in her system drove her pulse up, but Arlo's warm presence and pleasant scent enveloping her calmed her and she concentrated fully on his breaths under her hand until hers matched.

The even breaths actually helped reduce the burning in her lungs and relieved and grateful she looked up at Arlo.

"Great, just like that. Just breathe, nothing else matters." A warm shiver ran through Elenya at Arlo's soft, humming voice, the vibration flowing through her body and bringing a slight blush to her face.

Oh how she wished she could stay like this forever. 

In Arlo's strong arms, surrounded by his warmth and scent. But sadly, she was not his, as much as she would have liked to be. So she tried to enjoy the moment as long as she could, until something else came to her mind.

How long had they been here now? Surely he had much more important things to do than help her breathe!

Guilt ran through her and reluctantly she detached herself from Arlo. He let her sit up, but kept her hand in his and squeezed it anxiously.

"Are you alright? Can't you breathe again?" Deep concern was written on his face, and Elenya made an effort to calm him quickly.

"No, I'm fine. It's just... Surely you have much more important things to do than sit here with me...? I don't want to keep you..." Sadly, she looked down at her dangling feet. 

She didn't want him to leave, but he was the captain of the Civil Corps. Portia needed him much more than she did.

Without saying anything, Arlo let go of her hand and stood up. Her heart contracted painfully, even though she had just told him herself he could go.

But then two warm hands enveloped her face and, surprised, she looked up into two soft blue eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to just concentrate on breathing? Please don't worry about anything else. I want to be here. I need to know you're okay. Beyond that, I want to make sure you get home safely." His voice was serious, but gentle. Just as gentle as the touch of his thumb caressing her cheek, into which she leaned happily.

He really wanted to stay with her?

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me. So, what are you doing now?" A teasing smile tugged on his lips and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Breathe?"

"Exactly." 

Arlo sat down next to her again and pulled her into the same position as before. Happily, she snuggled back up to him, not noticing the knowing, if somewhat exasperated, look Dr. Xu gave them both.

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They were in the clinic for almost another full hour. Dr. Xu gave her the freshly brewed mixture of thyme and ribwort, which effectively reduced the burning sensation in her lungs.

After that, Dr. Xu set out to find the cause of her sudden asthma attack. He asked her specific questions about how they used to occur, when she stopped having them, and what was different about today.

As she already knew, he also came to the conclusion that it must have been the dry cold air. While the air in Barnarock was also very dry, it was never as cold there as it was in Portia. Thus she now came into contact with this trigger for the first time.

To prevent her from not being able to work properly throughout the winter, Dr. Xu promised her that he would contact his master in Seesai to find out more about asthma. In the meantime, she should always carry a vial of the concentrated caffeine with her in case of an emergency.

In addition, she should drink thyme tea as often as possible and do steam inhalations with thyme to prevent additional bronchial inflammation. In addition, he will also make more of his medicine for her.

According to him, if she followed his plan, she should be able to get through the winter without any worries. Only if she plans to hunt monsters outside, for example in the Collapsed Wastelands, she should go with an escort.

Arlo sat close to her the whole time and listened to Dr. Xu's words with high concentration, as if he was memorising every single word. She was very touched by his concern for her health and already knew who she would ask when she ran out of blue leather again. Not to mention the fact that, judging by his serious expression, he won't let her take one step into the Collapsed Wastelands alone.

With a small supply of the brown liquid and a big thank you to Dr. Xu, Elenya left the clinic with Arlo and took a careful breath of the fresh, cold air outside.

To her delight, this didn't immediately send her into the next coughing fit, and relieved, she snuggled a little deeper into Arlo's jumper, which she still wore.

"Ready to go home?" Arlo's eyes looked down at her gently and, blushing slightly, she nodded.

"Yes, I'll be glad to lie down for a while. The caffeine is the only thing keeping me going right now and that probably won't last much longer. These asthma attacks are really more exhausting than one might think."

"Then we should ride with Spacer. I don't want you to have to struggle any more today." His gaze softened even more if possible and, embarrassed, she bit her lower lip, avoiding his gaze.

If he kept looking at her like that, she'd end up doing something foolish, like kissing him!

"Are you sure he won't mind? Won't we both be too heavy for him?" Concerned, Elenya looked over at the Civil Crops' stall where Spacer was calmly chewing on his hay.

A short, deep laugh escaped Arlo and he looked down at her teasingly. "Don't worry, he won't even notice such a small lightweight like you."

She pouted playfully. "Hey, I'm not that small!"  While she was quite comfortable with her height, even if she sometimes wished she was a little taller, she didn't have to rub it in Arlo's face right now.

Another wonderful laugh escaped him and with a gentle press to her lower back, he led her over to Spacer.

With skilled movements, Arlo buckled the saddle around Spacer's back and a blink of an eye later, she suddenly found herself on the horse's back.

"What...?" Wide-eyed, Elenya looked down at Arlo, who was grinning teasingly at her again.

"See? Small and a lightweight."

This time completely out of breath for a different reason, she continued to stare at him. She had been lucky enough to catch sight of his arms earlier, but she hadn't expected him to be so strong that he could just lift her up like that.

Damn, what else was hiding under those clothes?

Hoping Arlo didn't catch on to her thoughts, she quickly twisted her lips back into a pout and turned away from him, arms crossed.

As hoped, his warm laugh sounded again and automatically a soft smile crept onto her face as well.

"Please don't be angry with me. You are perfect the way you are." There was still humour in his voice, but in the second part, it became gentle and serious. 

Oh God, had he really just said that?

She felt her face turning bright red and the fact that Arlo quickly squeezed her knee softly, before unceremoniously swinging up onto the saddle behind her and putting an arm gently around her waist didn't help at all.

"Comfortable?" 

"Yes, thank you..." Her voice was just a shy whisper and she couldn't tell if her "thank you" was just in reference to his question or also to the compliment so easily uttered, but it was definitely sincere.

She was more than comfortable. Arlo's strong chest was like a warm wall in her back again, his legs gently pressed against hers, his arm around her waist a comfortable weight and on top of that she was enveloped in his warm, comforting scent.

She could have stayed like this forever.

Only her body seemed to take that as an opportunity to let go of its last bit of energy and her exhaustion returned in one fell swoop. 

As if a doll had had its strings cut, she slumped and her head came to rest against Arlo's shoulder. Immediately she tried to straighten up a little, not wanting to lean on him so much, but the arm around her waist tightened and Arlo's voice sounded softly beside her ear.

"It's alright. Get some rest. I've got you." To emphasise his words, he pressed her even closer and a little hesitantly she snuggled up to him.

A pleased hum rumbled in Arlo's chest and then he finally took the reins with his free hand and in a slow trot they set off towards her workshop.

Could it really be that he enjoyed her closeness as much as she enjoyed his?

Happy and exhausted, Elenya turned her head to the side and buried her face in Arlo's neck, inhaling more of his calming scent and noting that this was only possible because she was so much smaller than him. 

Being small definitely had its advantages.

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Arriving at her workshop, Arlo helped Elenya off her horse and then gently led her into her home until she could sit down on her bed, exhausted. She would have loved to snuggle under her blanket and sleep all day, but she had to change at least and, more importantly, Arlo was still standing in front of her and looking at her with such a warm look that it made her blush again.

God, can't he finally stop doing that? Her heart was about to jump out of her chest!

She tried to cover her embarrassment with a slight cough, which turned out to be a bad idea as Arlo's look immediately turned back to concern.

"Are you alright? Do you feel okay or are you having trouble breathing again?"

Guilt spread through her and quickly she reached for Arlo's hand that was hovering uncertainly in front of her and squeezed it reassuringly.

"I'm fine, Arlo. Please don't worry."

A deep sigh escaped him and, letting go of her hand, he sat down to her left on the bed.

"Sorry, you just gave me quite a scare earlier. Still a little tense, I guess." He threw her a crooked smile and she looked at him in surprise.

She had scared him? He had seemed so composed and knew exactly what to do! Much faster than she, who should actually know what to do in case of an asthma attack. 

That thought brought her to the question that had been haunting the back of her mind all the while.

"I'm sorry, Arlo. But believe me, it didn't scare me any less. But how did you actually know exactly what I had to do? Most people usually freak out first when someone has an asthma attack. You knew how to help me faster than I knew how to help myself, and I grew up with it."

Curious, Elenya looked up into the blue eyes that were looking at her so warmly again that she would have loved to just lean over and kiss him. With difficulty, she restrained herself and instead concentrated on his answer.

"Well, I more or less grew up with it too, but because I had a childhood friend who also struggled with asthma. That's how I learned a lot about it, especially how to help him should he have an attack. He and his family moved away from Portia a long time ago, but that knowledge has remained, thankfully. I'm glad I was able to help, I'm just sorry it occurred at all because of me..."

Guilt now crept into Arlo's voice as well, and exasperated, she reached for his hand that rested next to hers on the bed. She hadn't thought he was serious about the nonsense from earlier.

"It wasn't your fault, Arlo. How were you supposed to know? And I'm actually quite glad it happened this morning during your workout. I don't want to know what would have happened if I had had the asthma attack somewhere all by myself, for example among monsters in the Collapsed Wasteland. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to control the attack because of sheer panic. But now I know what to expect this winter and can prepare accordingly."

Calmly and with a gentle smile, she looked him firmly in the eyes, hoping her point had gotten through to him.

The guilt did not leave his face, however, and at his next sentence she had had enough. 

"If you put it that way, I'm really glad I was there but still...mpfh."

With her free hand she had grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her, gently placing her lips on his. This silenced him successfully and after a moment's hesitation, he returned the kiss just as gently. His left hand came up to cup her cheek and neck and a happy little sound escaped her.

After a wonderful moment, Arlo broke away from her again, but didn't move far, leaving her cheek cradled in his palm.

"What was that for?" His voice was just a whisper and he smiled softly at her, a slight blush standing on his cheeks, probably not unlike hers.

Her heart overflowed with love for the selfless man before her, and she couldn't believe he actually returned her kiss.

"Thank you, Arlo. For everything. For staying with me, and for getting me home safely. I really don't know what I would have done without you." 

"If you want, you never have find out."

With that, he lowered his lips back down to hers and brimming with happiness, she let herself fall into his tender kiss, her exhaustion forgotten for the moment.

[bloody-peach]

@festens-oc-hangout

Okay okay just a thing I thought of this morning about Marcus and Peach.

Warning: very NCFS but very wholesome and sweet

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Imagine if Marcus was Peach's first.

We all know Peach had fun with Sun/Moon, but that technically doesn't count because it's essentially the same as using a dildo.

So imagine Peach and Marcus start to grow close and then they're finally in bed together, nude and ready for the act.

She confesses it was her first time with a 'real' man, so she asks him to not be too rough with her. (She explains the whole Sun/Moon thing)

Can you imagine what would go through Marcus's mind at that moment?

She chose him as her first. No one else. He now had the chance to truly claim her, to make her his. The thought of being the first man to enter her, to ravish her til he filled her to the brim with his seed. She'd finally be all his.

Motherfucker would be salivating.

He'd just love to go feral on her, but not now. He had to be gentle.

He lines himself up and slowly sinks his cock into her, causing her to cling onto him and whimper.

M: "Are you okay?"

P: "T...Too big.."

M: "Does it hurt?"

P: "A..little.."

M: "I'm here, it'll be okay. Just hang in there for me til it's all in, ok?"

P: *nods*

He keeps sliding in, and once he's fully inside, he doesn't move an inch, wanting to get her used to his size.

M: "How ya doing?"

P: "A..little better.."

M: "I'm sorry for hurting you.."

P: "It's okay..it didn't hurt that much..it's just...a lot to take in.."

M: *nuzzles her neck and leaves soft kisses on it* "It'll be okay, cheonsa. I'm here. It'll feel better in a bit, I promise."

It's not too long before he says..

M: "I'm gonna start moving now. Is that okay?"

P: *nods* "Mhm.."

So he starts to move, doing slow pumps, pulling everything but the head out then slowly sliding it back in. It felt so good to him, but what made it even better was hearing Peach's slightly pained whimpers turn into sighs and soft moans of pleasure.

P: "M...more...please...more.."

He started to pick up the pace once he heard that. He couldn't believe how tight she was, how hot it felt inside. He was trying so hard not to cum right then and there. There was so much that his balls were starting to ache. But he had to wait, he had to wait for her to finish first. It'd feel so much better then.

He bent down and held Peach close, pulling her up into his lap.

M: "You're doing so good, naekkeo..I'm so proud of you.."

P: "R..Really..?"

M: "Yeah..you're amazing.."

P: "I...I love you..I love you so much..!"

M: "I love you too, Peach."

He so desperately wanted to say more, but he said it in his mind, 'Please be mine forever...'

It felt like an eternity had gone by before Peach finally said...

P: "M..Marcus..I..I think I'm...I'm gonna..!"

M: "Cum for me, naekkeo..please...let me fill you..it'll feel good, I promise..please.."

P: "P..Please cum in me..I..I want it..I want all of it!"

And after putting her in a position to ensure she wouldn't lose a drop, a few more pumps was all it took for them to lose themselves.

It was impossible to describe the kind of pleasure the shared orgasm brought them both.

Feeling her clamp hard on his cock was Marcus's limit, so he finally let it go, letting his hot seed fill Peach as much as humanly possible. The slow thrusts he did as he filled her made Peach orgasm a second time.

After leaving their highs and cleaning up, they just held each other so close, like if they let go, the other would cease to exist. They kissed a few times until they finally fell asleep together, wrapped in each other, ready for the sun to rise on them both.

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

languor (m)

❥shigaraki tomura x fem!reader

❥warnings: incest, noncon somnophilia, dry-humping, mentions of thigh-fucking + masturbation, degradation, humiliation, drunk!reader, misogyny + slut-shaming

❥word count: 3.6k

❣︎note: i had this written up a while ago but because it’s tomura’s bday here’s a fic🥳i think she deactivated but thank you to @.koiibito for helping me with the ideas for this fic. i miss her </3 but happy birthday shigaraki!!

it was always just you and him. y/n and tomura- there wasn’t a need for anyone else. family, friends, associates- nobody else mattered because all shigaraki knew was that he had you, and you only had him. it was pretty much an ego boost to be the centre of your world. nothing mattered in comparison to him, the sun and the stars and the moon didn’t shine as bright compared to him, your precious little otouto.

until it changes. shigaraki isn’t sure when it did, but the realisation came too late when you stumbled into the abandoned bar just a mere hour away from sunrise. you’d stumbled against the wooden door, giggling into the sleeve of your coat as shigaraki watched you with his crimson eyes, taking in your dishevelled hair, the lipstick smeared across the corners of your swollen lips, the purple bruises scattered down your throat, disappearing under the low neckline of your tiny bodycon dress. he hadn’t spoken to you for a week after that and his neck had bled from how he’d clawed at it. but you didn’t care. you didn’t clean up the little scars he’d itched onto his own throat or give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and tell him to stop worrying so much, you just simply went out at nightfall and returned in the early hours of the morning, drunk and high on pleasure again and again.

to put it simply, you’d become a slut. his precious, pure, kind neechan is a slut, shigaraki decides as he stares at your sleeping form sprawled across the bed. you’d passed out as soon as it seems; makeup still painted on your face, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared across your chin, your tiny little dress riding up your thighs enough to reveal the tiny lacy thong that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from. there’d been a strong smell of alcohol clinging to you when you came in, and he clearly saw the hickeys along your neck when you’d plastered drunken kisses over his cheeks, a bit too close to his lips pressed in a grim line. what had you been up to?

you’re too deep in sleep to stir when he sits at the end of the bed beside you, gazing at you carefully. he could almost see it- see the stranger who you’d knelt for, batting your lashes as he took out his cock. you must’ve been such a whore you must’ve been moaning when he shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face as tears ran down your cheeks and drool spilled from your lips. you probably let him simply slide your panties to the side, let him stroke your wet folds to feel how fucking soaked you were, let him swirl your clit and fuck you, biting and sucking hickeys along your throat, groping your tits fuck-

sheer hot, red anger floods shigaraki as he stares at you. you look so innocent, so carefree as you sleep but he knows that’s all a lie. that you’re disgusting and cheap and you’ll do anything to have a cock down your throat or in that cunt of yours, and he hates you for it. why do you need so much attention from men? you were desperate for it, always joking around with dabi and mr. compress and you were proud of it- he’d heard you telling toga all about your secrets on how to charm men because you’d know exactly how to do so. you’re such a stupid, needy, attention-seeking bitch and he hates it.

or maybe it’s jealousy. maybe his own imagination has spurred him on too much because shigaraki can’t push away the visceral images of you getting fucked in some back-alley behind a club, your dress hiked up to your waist and legs wrapped around some stranger’s waist, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you messily and slick dribbling down your thighs as you let him fuck your pussy. he hates the thoughts- but he can’t push them away, not as blood rushes to his cock and he can feel it harden in his pants. he gazes at you again, taking in your peacefully sleeping face, your tits pushed up in that padded bra and the curve of your plush ass- it’ll serve you right. you’ll never know and it’ll serve you right to be used by your otouto, to make you into a disgusting, sick little pervert.

you don’t move as he crawls into bed beside you, slotting his body against yours. you’re warm and soft, smelling of alcohol and your peach body wash mixed together, familiar enough for shikagaraki’s eyes to flutter shut as he inhales it in deeply. your chest rises and falls with your slow, steady breathing, body still and warm as he slides an arm around your waist, pushing you flush against him. a small groan falls from his lips as he feels the softness of your ass pressing against his crotch- his dick is hardening, growing stiffer against the tight restrains of his pants and a low soft moan escapes him as he slowly starts to grind his hips against you. you don’t move. nothing. it’s the perfect chance for him to continue as he starts to rut against you faster, the layers of fabric providing friction to rub his hard, sensitive cock against. warm pleasure runs through him, permeated with a sick thrill. this is what you deserve, his dumb, attention-seeking nee-san who thinks she can get away with being a whore, with going out every night with random men and acting like he doesn’t exist. this is what you deserve, to be used by your little brother in a sick, disgusting way.

shigaraki groans as he buries his face into your hair, your soft strands smelling so much of you as it tickles his face. you’re so warm as he presses his hardened cock into you, rubbing it against your ass faster, the bed shaking slightly against the headboard as the coil in his stomach grows tighter and tighter- and it snaps. his moans are muffled in your hair as he climaxes, hot cum spurting out into a sticky mess in his boxers, the front of his pants darkening as he gasps.

and you’re still sleeping without a care in the world of how sordidly you’ve been used. of course-  shigaraki knew you’d like this.

it only seems to encourage him more. it’s so easy when you’re so deep in sleep from your regular night-outs that the moment your head hits the pillow you’re fast asleep, a small, peaceful smile painted on your face as shigaraki watches you from the doorway. your chest heaves with every slow breath and your dress always rides up, tits pushed up that he’s already palming himself as he creeps towards your bed. and it seems with every high he needs more and more. rutting against you in his sweatpants till he’s creaming them soon turns into him tugging them down, spitting on the palm of his hand and groaning lowly as he strokes his cock. you don’t stir as he pumps his dick to your sleeping body, not even when he tugs down your dress enough for your pretty tits to pop out, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. and when he’d gotten tired enough of that, he easily moved on to more. guilt became dull when he’d started to ignore it enough- after all, morality is just a myth. and the ugly heaviness in his chest that made his skin crawl was easily overpowered by the pure euphoria flowing through him at sliding his cock between your soft thighs, fucking the smooth skin and feeling the warmth of your cunt glide over his stiff cock, the growing wetness warm against his veiny skin, to bury his moans into your body and spurt cum all over your skin, leaving it to dry into hardened crust by morning. your sleepy whines were always so cute, little sighs and the corners of your lips twitching as shigaraki used your body, as he pinched your swelling clit and your sensitive nipples- but you never stirred, too lost in the abyss of sleep, lost in dreamworld. maybe your dreams were just as perverse as reality- that you were only getting wetter because your mind was filled with the image of your little otouto using you, of keeping you to himself, because you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  

and you’re none the wiser. you wake a hazy, groggy mess, giving shigaraki a sleepy smile as you’re making your morning coffee whilst he watches you with a gleam in his crimson eyes.

“did my little otouto sleep well?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and pressing a kiss to them which makes him scoff as he shoves you away, toga and dabi trying to hold back their snickers.

“what about you, nee-san? did you sleep well?” your smile is so innocent, so unsuspecting as shigaraki’s lip curls under his mess of blue locks.

“i slept like a log. best sleep i’ve ever had in a long time.” his cock throbs with the thrill as he watches you pour your coffee and sigh as you take the first sip. you know nothing- know nothing of how your lewd little brother uses you to get off, how he fucks between your thighs, gliding his cock along your cunny and drools all over your hardened nipples till he creamed all over you, how you probably still have his sticky cum clinging to the inside of your thighs underneath those sweatpants, how you’d mewled and sighed as he used you without your knowledge. how disgusting you were. how sinful and degenerate and gross you are.

but the thing with vices is that they’re addictive.

shigaraki releases a low groan as he slides into your bed. you’d come home earlier tonight, still smiling lopsidedly as you stumbled through the bar, pressing yourself into him in a hug with your chest squished against his.

“my little tomura,” you’d giggled sleepily, locking your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. “you’re such a sweet little brother.” he’d taken you to bed before you’d passed out in his arms, your eyelids drooping and by the time he’d pulled the bedsheets over you, you’re fast asleep. your chest heaves with your slow, deep breathing, a peaceful smile grazing your lips as your eyelids flutter with fantasy dreams. peaceful. and still. it makes his cock throb.

you don’t stir as he peels off your tiny little dress, the cool air making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples pebble, before he reaches for your skimpy little panties. entirely naked- the sight makes him inhale sharply, his stiff cock hardening more than he thought possible in his sweatpants as he ruts his hips against your thighs. you’re completely still as he leans close to your face, a slight twitch apparent when his blue hair tickles your cheek but you smell so soft, even after a night-out surrounded by alcohol, by gross disgusting men sweating all around you. he could see it right now- how you’d been such a cheap whore, kissing strangers, letting them grope you through your clothes, letting them grind their cocks against your ass. what other dirty things had you done? but never mind that, shigaraki thinks as he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes lingering on those plump lips of yours, painted with lipstick. it’s nothing compared to the way he was using your slutty body, the way he was ruining you in the most perverse, degenerate ways and like the dirty whore you are, you like it.

your lips taste of alcohol when he presses his to them, kissing you for the first time. but they’re addictive, making him groan against you as he grips your jaw, prising it open enough to be able to force his tongue through. he licks along your still tongue, against your mouth and in your sleep you barely make a sound as he makes you a drooling mess, finally pulling away for your red lipstick to be smeared across the corners of your lips, lips swollen and wet.

“dirty slut.” shigaraki mutters. your mouth is open, enough for him to stretch it out further with two fingers against your tongue. you start to salivate already, his fingertips growing wet with your drool before he spits, the wet globule landing down the back of your throat. you cough slightly, still lost in sleep and it makes the corners of his lips curl into a dark smile. “fuck, you’re filthy. aren’t you?” he pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, ghosting them down your skin which pebbles with goosebumps, a little shudder pulled from your sleeping form, till he reaches your nipples.

a soft mewl falls from your lips as he pinches them, gritting his teeth as his dick throbs in the tight restrains of his pants, and your sleeping face relaxes as he begins to rub them. slow at first and he knows even though through your sleep, you’re sensitive still. so responsive, it makes disgust leach into him.

“you’ll take any chance to be used, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to your chest. “you love being a whore this much?” he groans a little as his lips wrap around the other bud, sucking and flicking his tongue over it whilst you groan, a little crease appearing between your brows as you twitch. you’d never been this responsive before- but after all, this is the first time shigaraki’s using you so much. and yet all your little noises, your little movements- you love this. you love your gross little brother touching you in such perverse, degenerate ways.

he releases the bud with a wet pop, travelling down your body to push your legs apart, revealing your cunt. he’d played with it plenty, but never once actually used it and the anticipation was making him desperate already, a groan stuck in his throat as he begins to rut against you. his hand trembles as he reaches out for it, fingertips tapping against your swelling clit at first before sliding down to your folds. it isn’t hard to pick up on the wetness slickening his fingertips or the little sigh that falls from your lips as he strokes your pussy, your head turning on the pillow with a soft moan.

“fucking slut.” he hisses. still fast asleep, you groan as he slides a finger into your tight little hole. your walls clamp down hard, wetness growing as he pumps it. “your whore cunt’s getting wet already and i’ve only put a single finger in it. how greedy are you?” he still adds a second, fucking them faster whilst his thumb presses to your clit, your face contorting through your sleep. your walls grow tighter, clinging to his fingers as he curls them, rubbing along those deep spongy walls, watching carefully as your slick dribbles down his hand. “do you like your otouto touching you this much? is your little brother better than all those men who you whore out this slutty cunt to?” his fingers thrust hard but he knows you won’t wake- you never do, too drunk to even stir as he uses you as he pleases. in that sense, you’re the best nee-san- the best, dumb, slutty nee-san he could ever wish for. “you’re creaming already- god, you’re disgusting.”

wetness seeps down his hand as your throbbing walls convulse around him, soft mewls permeated with sleep falling from you as your legs quiver slightly. he fucks his fingers into your cunt through your climax, wondering if reality is bleeding into dream. are you thinking of him? is your mind filled with him spreading your legs, fucking your dirty pussy whilst you moan for him?

shigaraki’s hand is drenched in strings of your slick when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, your hole fluttering with the sensitivity of your orgasm. he groans at the feeling of the hot fluid on his skin, not waiting any longer to rip down his sweatpants and wrap his wet fingers around his stiff length. he moans as he strokes it, rubbing the red, leaking tip as he lays down beside you, hooking an arm under your leg and pulling it to his chest, leaving your wet cunt exposed.

“fuck- it’ll be a miracle if this sloppy, whore cunt is even tight anymore.” he grunts as he slides his cock along your folds, cockhead nearing your entrance before he sheaths it in, slow and deep. warmth envelopes his dick, your tight walls clamping around him, your body shuddering at the sensitivity as his nails pierce crescents into your thigh, his hips stuttering as he resists the urge to fuck into you as his cock throbs, filling up your cunt entirely. you’re so tight, so warm and wet it makes him groan as his eyes roll to the back of his head, savouring the feel of his nee-san’s pussy fluttering around his cock.

“dirty slut.” it’s a low hiss, permeated with a moan, when shigaraki rocks his hips into you, fucking you slow and deep. your walls quiver around him with each thrust, little, quiet, sleepy moans falling from you as he fucks into you. “you love having your little brother fuck you? you like having your disgusting slutty cunt used?” he scoffs as your walls clench around him, making him groan as warm pleasure floods through him, his cock pounding into you faster, rubbing against your spongy walls, the long prominent vein and the curve hitting those deep, sensitive spots.. “you’re disgusting- a stupid, degenerate whore getting all wet from her brother using her. you’re this greedy for cock you’ll take anyone’s, won’t you?” his moans are choked in his throat, mind hazy as all he can focus on is the pleasure as he drives his dick into you that he doesn’t even register your movement till he feels the gentle fingers caressing his dampening cheek.

shigaraki freezes as his eyes meet yours, wide and open. his heart pounds as he stops his thrusts, his cock still buried deep in your cunt as you raise your brows, lips pursed as you take in how he holds your legs open, how he’s fucking you before you blink slowly.

“tomura?” his cheeks burn and no words can form from his lips as all he can still focus on is the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around his throbbing dick, even when hot tears sting his eyes. “aw, tomura, what’s wrong?” you’re smiling and it angers him more, a scorned hiss escaping him as the embarrassment leaches into him. “are you embarrassed because you got caught fucking nee-san’s cunny? it’s okay-” you’re cooing and giggling at him like he’s a child, pinching his cheek and cupping it tenderly. “nee-san feels good, don’t i? that’s why you’re so hard-” you moan- sinful and loud and euphoric- as he resumes driving his hips into you, his cheeks hot with the wet tears streaming from his crimson eyes, his grip tightening into a bruising hold onto your leg.

“shut up.” he growls. “you’re a- you’re a fucking whore.” you’re moaning unrestrained, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you, the lewd sounds of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin filling the room. he can feel your wetness dribble down his cock, down your thighs. “you’re so disgusting.”

“mm, and you’re the one fucking me. you’ve been doing this for ages, taking advantage of your drunk nee-san in her sleep. it’s okay,” you smile at the bitterness on his face, moaning sinfully when he slams into you harder. the bed rattles against the wall, his cockhead almost bruising your cervix. “i know you’re a dirty otouto. a gross, degenerate, little pervert- it’s okay, nee-san still loves you. it’s okay, you can kiss me.” he hates that his cock throbs between your wet, gummy walls but he grips your face as he kisses you, wet and messy with his tongue thrashing against yours, drool spilling from the corners of your connected kips as he continues to still fuck into you. your hand snakes down your body, your hot, breathy moans melding with his deep groans as you rub your clit, walls tightening around his dick.

“tomura- tomura- that’s it- right there! make nee-san cum!” your back arches as you cum, walls squeezing tighter as wetness gushes from you and it feels euphoric for shigaraki, his groans loud as he rocks his hips faster, pushing himself to his own orgasm. the tears are bitter and stinging in his eyes, shame and humiliation hanging heavy in his chest as he feels nothing but scorn but your warm, tight cunt feels so good, milking his cock. “cum for nee-san, tomura.” you coo, brushing his blue locks out of his face. “go on, i know you want this. you’re a sick, nasty boy, aren’t you? you want to cum deep inside your nee-san’s cunt, right?”

“shut up, you stupid cumslut.” he growls, reaching over your body to slap his hand against your pussy, making you gasp as your body jerks, walls clenching tight around his twitching cock. he moans, heavy and loud, when he cums, his warm sticky release flooding your cunt as he ruts into you till he’s spent, panting and oversensitive with his body twitching before he pulls away. his skin is damp with sweat and he can barely meet your eyes as you lie naked on the bed, panting with a smile tugging at your lips.

“little tomura’s all grown up now.” you taunt as you reach for his softening cock, rubbing the sensitive head whilst he whines at the oversensitivity, gripping the bedsheets whilst you laugh. “you wanted to make nee-san all yours this bad?” he hates how humiliated he feels, but he can’t stop his cock from growing hard again when you sit up, kneeling to his crotch and darting your tongue out to lap at his cum-stained dick.

[plush-rabbit]

Uncertainty in the Household

Picture Perfect Series

TW: talk and action for miscarriage, slight manipulation

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: I wanted to explore the reader and Danny’s relationship in this chapter, so i hope you like it, first part is p rough with the whole miscarriage, so you're free to skip to after the second - if you're uncomfy with that

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Tears fall into your palms as your fingertips dig into your scalp, your belly- while still early in the pregnancy, still feels as if it’s protruding, and you sit on the shared bed, a faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingers in the air and you’re alone. For now, at least. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it were Danny who was the father. You want to kid yourself, to tell such lies that he could be the father, that sleeping with- that being forced into whatever sick game Ghostface has with you- that he didn’t impregnate you. You blame yourself. You should have taken the morning after pill, you should have purged yourself of everything and anything to make sure that you didn’t let yourself have his child. Your stomach twists and turns, a thin veil of acid on your tongue and you wonder how to explain this to Danny. If you even should. It’s still early, maybe you could get rid of the child before anyone has to know. Your eyes widen and you sit up, your eyes scanning the room and you let out a breath, nodding to yourself.

You can get rid of the child. No one knows. You made sure to throw away the pregnancy tests in a dumpster at a park and rip the receipts before anyone could ever see. No one has to know.

Loneliness, while always being your aggressor, has finally worked in your favor. You rush to put on your clothes, ignoring the burning desire to cry, your purse in your hand, you walk to the front door, pausing to leave a note to your partner.

“Went out, I’ll bring dinner.” Something short and simple. Marked with a little heart at the end that makes you feel a bit sick, like it’s something like a lie that you’re telling him. You place the pen down and grab the car keys, rushing down the steps. Each step down the stairs is something that feels heavy, chains around our ankle and the child- no, you can’t call it that. You know you’ll get attached. You’ve heard about the tactics that are used to pressure vulnerable people into keeping their unborn children, and you won’t be one of those. You can’t. Not now and you’re sure not ever. The car purrs to life, the steering wheel a bit too hot from being under the sun and you wait, letting the cool air fan against your already hot body and you reverse out of the parking lot.

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You return with tuna, alcohol, fenugreek, a peppermint and aloe vera plant, a thin bag that is filled with peaches, different varieties of caffeine that you can already taste, and pineapple. Your hands ache, the base of your fingers sore from the heaviness of the bags that you stubbornly carried up to the apartment. You were not going to make multiple trips, that much was certain about your day. You hear his voice before you see him, a greeting cut off as he realizes just how much you’re carrying. Danny’s eyes widen, and he rushes off the couch, taking bags away and your palms are redden from the indents of the bags.

“Are we having a feast?” His hands are inside a bag and he pulls out wrapped fish, and he stops, turning to you, a tight smile on his lips that you don’t recognize. “I didn’t know you liked fish.” He places it down and watches as you carefully place a clinking bag down onto the table. “Alcohol too, huh? What-” he turns to you, a nervous chuckle filling the space of his words- “Did I forget a special date?”

You shake your head no, already biting into an unwashed peach, trying to ignore how many hands and bacteria have touched the fruit before you. “Just-” you speak with a full mouth and turn your head, covering your mouth with your hand and taking another bite. You swallow and take a gulp of air. “I was just craving fish is all. Why? Do you not like fish?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that I- I just wanted soup, and-” your smile falls and he shakes his head. “I can get soup tomorrow. How long until the fish is down?”

“Actually-” you reach into another bag and pull out two containers- “I was able to buy some sushi on the way home.” You pull out a pack and slide the container to him. You spare him a glance as he stares at the sushi with an odd, angry feeling. “Oh, I’m uh, I have tomorrow off, by the way.” You meet his eyes for a minute and he gives you a nod, allowing you to continue.

“You’ve been throwing up lately,” he adds, taking a bite from his plate. Your heart sinks and you try to mask your emotions, turning around to grab a bottle opener from one the drawers. “I’ve been worried, you know. Maybe-” the chair squeaks and when you turn, he’s sitting down, an unopened beer beside his plate- “I should take tomorrow off too and we can go to the doctor. Just to see if you don’t have the flu or-” he tilts his head, his lips twitching- “if it isn’t anything else.”

A part of you wants to tell him your fear. You don’t want to be pregnant, and you hope that if you manifest it enough, it’ll be true. But you also fear that he wants a family and you’ll be the one ruining it for him. Maybe you aren’t even pregnant. Maybe it’s just needless worry over a few faulty exams, but you can’t risk it. Not now. Not if it has the chance to be someone other than Danny’s.

With a bottle opener in hand, you walk towards Danny, his eyes on you the entire time. You place the bottle opener beside his drink, a hand on his shoulder and the other brushing back his hair, combing it to the side. His hands leave his meal and rest against your hips, his gaze up at you and there’s a hint of a smile at his lips, and you lean down, pressing your lips over his scar that adorns his forehead.

“We have bills to pay Dan,” you mutter, “at least one of us should be responsible.” You close your eyes tightly to avoid tears spilling over, the hand on his shoulder tightening and when you pull away, he looks unbothered for a moment before giving you a forced smile. “Let’s eat, okay? You can tell me about your day.”

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All it takes is one doctor appointment to confirm that you are not pregnant. It was just a scare. And as if life and everything else in control of you wanted to laugh, you bled through your underwear on the ride home. The vomiting in the morning was your body simply pretending to have the signs, your mind so strong that it created a falsehood of pregnancy, just because you were so scared and sure of it.

Life is odd for the moment. You tried so hard to get rid of the unwanted child and they were never there to begin with. You had to go through with the nervousness that consumed you. The call to the doctor, the waiting, the glances that Danny gave you as if he knew something. You wonder if he did know. He isn’t dumb, a bit dense when it comes to your feelings, but he’s smart in a way that matters. You hope that he doesn’t know, for both your sake and his. The little scare will be something that you take to your grave, hoping that it’ll remain just that.

The fan is turned on with a simple swipe of your hand against the light switch, the room filling with white noise. You sit on his couch, your body stiff as if it were the first time that you had visited his home. You still remember how it was. Dirty. You hadn’t expected that from him. There was trash all over, a sort of musty smell and an empty fridge. He hadn’t seemed embarrassed, but rather mildly inconvenienced even though he was the one to invite you over. However, now the place is as clean as it can be, the musty smell now replaced by a slight twinge of alcohol and tobacco, but with an overlapping floral scent from one of your candles. You can’t help but wonder if he minds that you added bits and pieces of yourself into his home. He calls it your home too, almost too eager to make sure that you know that you belong here, but even so, it doesn't feel like your home. It’s too empty, too devoid of your touch. You still feel as if you’re a guest, waiting and cleaning, tending to him when he needs it.

The simple fact of the matter is, this isn’t your home. Your stuff, your personal items that you decorated your home are still in boxes shoved under the bed. You miss your home. “I miss my home,” you say to yourself, tears pricking in your eyes. The rent was cheap, and the landlords were kind enough, but it’s gone. The place scooped up by some stranger and the thought has your stomach rising.

You’ve thought about leaving here. Perhaps not Danny, but maybe that would be a consequence of you leaving. It was too rushed. You were too scared of Ghostface invading your life again. You made a rash decision that the both of you now have to pay for. He lost his space, his privacy and you can tell he holds some resentment, the way he slams the doors close, how he locks the rooms and won’t speak to you until he needs something, until he’s pressuring you to kiss him with a half-hearted apology on his tongue.

You glance at the coffee table, old and cracked, the paint on the wood chipped and revealing the unfurnished finish. The photo frame is cold, a slight layer of dust over it, concealing your nervous smile and Danny’s wide one. He isn't happy, but he’s smiling. You both only have a few pictures with each other. It isn’t much, and you’re surprised that the photographer wouldn’t want more, but it can’t be helped.

The photo is placed back on the table, and you lay down on the sofa, grabbing at the throw blanket that you added. Your arms act as a pillow underneath your weary head, and you stare at the photo, training over how his arms are wrapped tight round you and how close that he holds you.

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Daniel walks into his shared apartment with you, and he immediately spots your shoes in a different position than when he left. He frowns, walking further into the apartment, his eyes scan the room, his eyes landing on a crumpled bag of fast food on the table, the drink creating a water ring on the table. It isn’t like you to be so careless.

The drink rattles in his hand, nothing but cold liquid is inside the container. His bag is heavy as he leans it against the wall on the floor, and he finally finds you. You’re asleep on the couch, your body curled with the decorative throw blanket covering your body as the fan spins above.

He lowers himself to watch you, your soft breaths and the way your face is relaxed. You’re asleep and it brings him back to a time where you were under him, where night concealed him and he was able to hover above you. It’s much different now, you’re still scared but he’s able to kiss you, to have you rake your nails down his back and hold his hand as if it’s the only thing to keep you sane.

A calloused hand cups your cheek, your skin soft and blemished with faded scars that he’s studied meticulously night after night. You wake up with his fingers tracing over your face and he doesn’t make a sound, everything about him is stoic and he wonders how you are seeing this situation in your eyes. Are you scared? Do you know? Are you pregnant? What are you thinking of him at this very moment? You blink slowly at him and he’s reminded of a cat, watching and tired, and there’s a burning desire in him that wonders what you would do if he strangled you right now. Slowly, his hand lowers, his knuckles brushing over your cheekbones and down your jawline, touching against your pulse on your neck and he feels it quicken. Your eyes never leave his and he doesn’t look away. He’s sure that he could convince you that it was a joke or that maybe it was just a dream that you had. It’s been a while since you had such a vivid dream.

Your hand creeps from under the blanket and you hold the back of his hand, moving it back to your face, letting your lips press against the side of his palm in a soft kiss. “Danny,” you say in a sleepy voice as your eyes close. “How was work?” Your hand that holds his becomes limp and he watches as it slides down his hand, catching on the cuff of his sweater until it dangles off the couch.

It wasn’t smart of him to invite you to live with him. He was too reckless, too needy and desperate to have you beside him that he just wasn’t thinking. Even if you are naïve and easily pulled into a false sense of security, he can’t just explain his costume, he can’t explain the knife and all the careful cleaning kits that he has. This is all too risky.

But he can’t throw you out either. He’s become attached. You’re like a pet to him now, and as every disgruntled man says on television, don’t name something or else you’ll get attached. And now he’s fallen victim to it. It’s nice to have such an easy fuck around, to know that he cold do whatever he wanted to you and you’ll stay here with him, because the other option is much scarier. The corners of his lips pull upwards and he pulls his hand away, fixing the blanket above you and he rises from his knees with a sigh.

“Another dead body,” he says with a chipper voice that he can’t seem to hide. “All signs point to our residential serial killer.” It’s much too risky to have Ghostface visit you, you thought this as your safe haven, you have to know and think that it still is, but fuck does he miss your fear and how pitifully you cried. “You never told me why you hated him so much.” He has to bite the inside of his cheeks when your brows knit together. “I know he’s a killer, but did he ever hurt anyone close to you?”

Your eyes shift and you pull the blanket closer to you, the folds stretching across your frame and showing the curves of your body. “I’m not sure, I just-” you catch his eyes and he sees you visibly shrink away from him- “I’m scared of his mask.”

His mouth fills with saliva as he thinks about just how frightened you are. “What a shame, I was hoping to get into roleplay.” He could think about you know, how you'd hit and scream, how he could pretend that it was all part of the act and just hold you down, thinking about how you would put the pieces together and sob.

“That isn’t funny,” you say in a high-pitched voice, already cracking and sitting up to lessen the distance between the two of you. He rolls his eyes in response, standing up from his crouch with a hiss between his teeth. “People are dead,” you whine, as if he hasn’t been keeping up with the news with you. “He killed people.” You’re much more emotional than he thought, but you’ve held your mouth for so long, suffered in your silence and in your vulnerability; it's only natural you would have such strong emotions.

“Relax, it was a joke.” He takes off his jacket and tosses it beside you, watching as you pull yourself closer, further away from his jacket and only staring at it with confusion, as if he dared to have the audacity to throw something your way.

“A dumb one,” you say with with a pout, gripping tighter onto the blanket.

“I said relax,” Danny says in a stern voice, already done with the conversation. He may have been the one to start it but he was hoping for a more playful one, or rather one where you go along with him rather than try to fight him.

“Whatever,” you huff, and he sees you bundle the blanket in your arms, pushing yourself to the further end of the couch, looking at the wall with furrowed brows as your hand tries to discreetly cover your pout.

“Great,” he says sarcastically, turning around and walking towards the fridge. “Now, you’re angry,” he says loud enough for you to hear.

He rises back up with a bottle in his hand, toying with the cap, letting the ridges play against his fingertips. You don’t respond and he can feel his anger start to rise, something thick that lodges in his throat and makes it impossible to swallow. You aren’t answering him. Usually this would be a good sign, something that means he still has you wrapped around his finger, but it feels different. You aren’t moving from your spot, and you aren’t apologizing to him. He puts the bottle down, and runs his hand down his face with a heavy sigh.

“I think,” your voice is small, and he can barely hear it, but he can, “we both rushed into this… relationship. We should have taken it slow.” When you turn to him, he sees that your eyes are wet and you try to take steady breaths but to no avail. “I’m happy with you, but I don’t think we were thinking clearly when we chose to-” your eyes glance around and you look away from him- “to do this.”

His jaw twitches and he watches you, anger boiling inside of him, white-hot that makes it impossible to think and if he could, he'd grab the knife on the counter and stick it in your back but he can’t. Copper fills his mouth and he turns on his heel, the bedroom door slamming behind him, loud enough that he can hear your yelp and loud enough that it makes his ears ring. He wonders what the neighbors would think of it, but he can’t really bring himself to care. He’ll find an excuse, he always does.

His name is muted through the door and he rummages through the closet, pulling out a worn backpack and knocking a few clothes off the anger that he steps on. You enter the room just in time to witness him opening your drawer and throwing your things inside without a care.

“Danny?” Your voice sounds so fearful and it makes him stop for a second, and when he looks at you, your foot slides back out of the room. You’re terrified of him right now. “Danny, what are you doing?” You ask in a small voice, as you take a tentative step inside the room.

“You want to leave right?” He asks in a condescending tone, stepping closer to you with the back held tight in his hand. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll help you pack.”

“I didn’t-”

“Didn’t you say that we rushed into this?” With every word he stalks towards you and he tosses the backpack onto the bed, only to miss and have it slide down, the contents inside spilling onto the floor. You look away from him and that only adds fuel to the fire that is tarnishing him from the inside. “Didn’t you?” He shouts, slapping his hand on the dresses, rattling your bottles of perfume and creams. He stares at you, his nostrils flared and jaw tight as he tries to keep a sense of composure. “Did you or did you not?” He asks, his voice eerily calm as he lets his nails drag along the wall. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m sorry, Dan,” you cry, your eyes spilling over with tears. “I wasn’t thinking. Please, I promise, it was just a long day and I’m sorry.”

You’re pathetic and not in the way that he wants you. He turns around and you grab his arm, latching yourself around his forearm. His name is on your tongue and before you have a chance to finish it, he turns around, his hand raised, and mouth pulled into an ugly snarl. You let go of him immediately and try to shield yourself, but he aims for the wall instead. His palm stings and you let out a choked sob.

He can’t think. Not with you here. Not with his emotions running so high. Not when his palm stings and there’s something dark brooding inside of him. He takes a deep breath and he forces himself to look at you. You stare up at him with worry creasing your features.

“It's okay,” his words are still tense, but your body lowers its defenses slightly, and he knows he’s on the right track. “I was angry.” He pulls his hand away from the wall and rubs it with his other, the palm of his hand a light shade of pink. “Why don’t we have dinner, huh?” He tries to give you a charming smile, but it falls flat. “We’ll talk about it over dinner. You know-” he reaches for your hand and grabs it in both of his- “like couple’s therapy or some shit. How does that sound?”

You break away from his gaze, glancing at the floor, and he knows your habits and tics by now. You’ll scan the floor, and look up at him and smile and nod. You play your part so well, and if he had to be honest with himself, he can’t lose that. Not yet. Not when you’re so dependent on him and him on you. He waits for our smile, to give you his own to show that he’s okay, that his anger has subsided for now, but you never give him that. Your mouth parts open and there are tears in your eyes, your hand shakes and grows clammy in his. He calls your name, but you don’t respond. Your breath is ragged, sharp inhales and shaky exhales, and he follows your gaze to the floor under the bed.

In the corner of his eye, he spots white and his nails dig into your skin. “Go get me a beer, I’ll-” he looks down at you and your eyes are stuck, glued to the floor where you can see the face that has haunted you- “I’ll clean up, okay? Just give me a moment.” It isn’t enough, you’re still looking where the mask lays, the bottom half of the face peeking from under your undergarments. Your mouth opens in a silent question and when you look back at him, you’re scanning his face. His body runs hot, his mouth going dry and he says the only thing that can come to mind. “I told you I wanted to try roleplay.”

“I thought you were,” you hesitate, and your tongue peeks to wet your lips, “I thought you were kidding,” you say breathlessly, your words slow as if you were hypnotized and the truth of the matter is, is that you are. You’re ruined by the mask that lies on the floor, the mouth of it the only thing that you can see. You peel away from him and have your back turned to him, your arms coming up to give yourself a hug. “I’ll go get you a beer,” you say in a daze, and when you turn back, your smile is weak, and you can’t look at him for long, your eyes magnetized to the mask on the floor.

He’s left alone in the room, his nails digging into the palm of his hands and red in his vision. The worst part of it all is that he can’t go out tonight. Not when you saw his mask. You’re naïve, and easily spooked, but even you could put two and two together. Even your suspicions would start to rise as you questioned why there was a murder the night he went out. Why Ghostface hasn’t come back for you. You’d suspect him and he can’t have that, not when you’re already so fearful of him.

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

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It’s here!! Thank you all for the support of this universe, it truly means so very much to me. Every time I get a comment, or get to read the fan fiction you all write, see the art you create...it just fills me with so much joy. I’m so excited to share the Sweater Weather sequel with you, Vaincre! Go Lions!

cw: brief mention of past injury and past abuse

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part i: July

I’ve been holding my breath

I’ve been counting to ten

~

The media wasn’t kind. There were network shows and blogs. Magazines and papers and podcasts. Not to mention Twitter.

Remus had heard his name on all of them, even if he wasn’t listening. It was part of Alice’s job to make sure he knew what was being said about him. It was his job to tune most of it out. Some outrage. Some elation. Some confusion.

This is my question, one podcast asked. I mean, I’m happy for Black. Lupin, too. I’m happy for the hockey world to have this happen, it’s about time, I mean, tune it, come on, and all that.

I’m confused about the, you know, ‘let’s put the PT on the roster.’ I’ve seen college clips, like, those have been released, we know that he got injured, we know all that. He’s fast, we know that, too. But a lot of guys are fast.

Just…what a move by Coach Weasley. A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Remus had always loved to run. It cleared his head. It had been one of the forms of exercise he had been able to do first once his shoulder had healed, before weights or any sort of strength training. His therapists had recommended it. Endorphins, they had said.

But Remus liked it because it was the closest he had been able to get to gliding on the ice, even when he still couldn’t stand to even look at a rink.

A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Remus was used to not knowing. He was beginning to think he thrived on it. Would he play hockey again? Would he ever find love? Would Sirius want him?

Was this really happening?

He didn’t think of dreams as coming so late, but, then again, why should dreams be put on any sort of time schedule?

Now, he banged out the screen door and onto the rickety, well-loved porch of the lake house that had been passed down through his family for years. His mother and her brothers split it up in the summer, overlapping for a week or so, and there were always little gifts left behind for each family at the trade-off. A bottle of the best maple syrup, or some of the local honey. They were small, but Remus smiled when he saw what his uncle and aunt and cousins had left for him and Sirius after his parents and Julian had given them the month of July with the house to themselves. A little flower arrangement with two hockey sticks, carved out of wood, sticking up in the middle.

Sirius had plucked one from the dirt, twirled it over in his fingers, and smiled.

“Your family will never stop surprising me.”

Green Lake was deep, prime for fishing, and gorgeous. The smell of the water, of the soil and sweet summer air was as good as home to Remus. He breathed it in now as he bent to lace up his sneakers. He could smell the fire pit that they had lit last night, one that he and Julian had roasted thousands of marshmallows over.

“I showed Jules how to roast the perfect marshmallow here,” Remus had said that first July night, leaning back against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius had blew out his burnt-black one. “Like this?”

Remus had scoffed. “No, you heathen.”

Sirius looked good here, surrounded by the woods and rusty cabin, wearing the old fleeces that never seemed to leave this place for when the sun had yet to warm the chilly mornings. Some mornings, they’d make their coffee, tangle their socked feet together on the small couch until the sun began to get high and they’d strip it all off in favor of swimsuits and sunscreen. Other mornings, Remus would rise, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius’ sleeping face, and take to the dirt road that ran around the lake.

Sirius, just off of the hard won playoffs, needed to rest. Remus needed to train.

A good move? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

They would leave in two days for Pascal’s Cup Day celebration, and then to meet Remus’ parents, his little brother Julian, and Regulus back in Gryffindor for Sirius’ Cup Day. And August training. Remus stretched his hands to his toes and closed his eyes. A strange type of adrenaline filled him whenever he thought about practicing with the team, about the fitness tests that would come first. He’d have to prove himself again and again. He wanted to. But part of him wondered what would happen if he couldn’t.

The screen door squeaked open and shut again, and Remus jumped, looking up to find Sirius, still sleep rumpled, standing there in running shorts.

Remus laughed, reaching up to trace a pillow crease in his cheek. “You’re supposed to be sleeping in while you can.”

Sirius let out a grumbly sort of yawn and gathered his hair, long from the summer and just brushing his chin now, back into a small half-up bun.

“I can’t believe you do this before coffee.”

“Too acidic. Gives you running stitches.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius sighed, and threw his arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked up the steep driveway to the road.

Remus kissed his wrist. “I’ll miss being here with you.”

Sirius smiled. He was tan from the summer, hair dark as ever and his skin sun-kissed.

Remus leaned into his shoulder. “I mean look at you. I like seeing you this relaxed.”

Sirius bit his lip as the rounded a bend, waving at Mrs. Barrow, who was tending to her garden.

“I don’t think I knew I could be this relaxed,” Sirius admitted. “It was always train, train, train, you didn’t get a Cup, try harder.”

Remus was familiar with the notes that appeared in Sirius’ voice now from years of Sirius’ small slips in conversation, even when, to Remus, Sirius had only been they youngest captain in the league, cold and reserved from even more years of his father’s abusive, relentless attitude towards hockey and Sirius’ skills. Even when Remus had only been the team’s physical therapist, closeted, crushing on Sirius, and surprised by the cracks Sirius showed when he had gotten his ankle smashed by Severus Snape, Captain of the Slytherin Snakes—the Gryffindor Lions greatest rivalry. Pain, it had seemed, and fear of never stepping on the ice again, had given Remus his first glimpses into a different Sirius beneath it all, a boy who was filled with much more than just a need to win, but for whom the want of winning only made him love his sport, and his team, more.

“And now that you have a Cup?” Remus asked. “How’re you feeling?”

They came to the road and Sirius balanced on one foot, stretching his thigh. “Now that I have you,” he said. “I’m feeling just fine.”

Remus snorted. “Yeah, the Stanley Cup Champion part has nothing to do with it.”

Sirius laughed, but took Remus’ face between his palms. “If I didn’t have you, and I had only a Cup, all I would be doing right now is thinking about another Cup.”

Remus put a hand on his chest, fingers finding the number twelve pendant that rested there.

“Now, there’s more,” Sirius said simply, and leaned down for a tender kiss. “Like your mother’s peach pie.”

Remus punched him in the arm as Sirius laughed loudly.

“You’ll have to beat me if you want a slice of that!” Remus called as he took off.

Sirius made a wounded noise, but sprinted after him until they were side by side again.

~

“I don’t think I can leave this beach,” Leo mumbled into the lounging cabana they were spread out beneath, and Logan looked down at him from where he was reading—trying to read—one of the books Finn had given him. He didn’t know how many books Finn had tried to get him to read over the years, but he knew he never made it through more than a few pages without looking up, getting distracted, or having to go back.

“Non?” Logan asked.

Leo shook his head. “The sun. The sea. I’m in heaven.”

“What about hockey?”

“Brr.”

Logan laughed and settled back into the pillows, setting the book aside and rolling towards Leo to feel his sun-warmed back and leaned down to kiss his temple. A private beach definitely had its perks—and so did three hockey salaries.

“We’ll just stay here, then.”

They’d had a good summer. Leo’s Cup Day, Finn’s, his own, all in their hometowns and accompanied by large parades and fanfare. Logan had finally gotten to take Leo home to his sisters and parents for the first time. It had been nice to see Finn around his family again, too, after what felt like eons of avoiding him in that small gap between being at Harvard and then them both making it to the NHL, and to the Lions.

Leo’s sleepy smile up at him melted Logan like ice in the sun.

“Okay, good,” Leo said, then his eyes went behind Logan. “There’s the ghost-on-toast with our drinks.”

Logan snorted and looked up to see Finn—and Finn’s tiny blue swim shorts that he insisted weren’t see-through—walking towards them through the sand from the resort bar with a tray of drinks in his hands.

“Hey, lover-nuts,” Finn said as he set the tray down in the shade. “Got us some snacks, too. That bar tender loves me.”

“You are so pale,” Leo laughed. “I love you, though, please put more sunscreen on.”

“Keep your sandy feet off my towel,” Logan nudged Finn’s foot with his own as he reached for his drink. Finn just smiled and nodded at the book.

“How is it?” Finn asked.

Logan just looked at him.

He laughed and ran a hand through Logan’s salty, damp hair. “I know. I’ll read it to you later. I just thought you might want something for the beach!”

Logan held up his cocktail. “I have something for the beach.”

They settled back under their cabana, the thin, white linen curtains fluttering around them in the three o’clock breeze. Maybe Logan, as he closed his eyes between Leo and Finn, Leo’s hand still on his thigh, Finn’s arm pillowing the back of his neck, never wanted to leave this beach, either.

“Back to Gryffindor tomorrow,” Logan said.

“Group chat says most guys’ll be back this week,” Finn said, squinting at his phone over his sunglasses. “We gotta be back for Dumo’s, and then Cap’s Cup Day. That’ll be nice, man.”

“I like that they’re bringing it to Gryffindor Pride,” Leo said, rolling onto his back. “Should have thought of that. Or, I guess…” Leo trailed off and Logan frowned. They couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least. Leo caught Logan’s expression and rested a reassuring hand on his thigh. “I’m glad we get to go, even if its for them on the surface. That’s real thoughtful of them, you know?”

Logan nodded. It was thoughtful. When Remus and Sirius had brought it up to them, he’d found himself getting a little choked up.

“We want you guys to be able to experience that, too,” Remus had said. “If you want. No matter what you decide to do public-wise in the future.”

Finn clicked his phone off and chucked it to the side. “Hey, don’t take me off island time yet. We’ll order to the room, eat on the deck, hike up and stargaze…”

Finn rattled off the perfect list, tilting towards Logan until their lips met.

“And then we’ll go win another Cup.”

Leo and Logan punched him at the same time.

~

Thomas sat in the shade with Kasey as they watched Alex try to take on Natalie and Noelle at pool basketball.

“I really think they’re going to accidentally drown him,” Thomas said thoughtfully.

“He probably thinks that, too, and is just too competitive to stop,” Kasey replied.

Thomas laughed, and held out his beer to cheers.

“This is a nice house the O’Haras have, man,” he looked at the sparkling ocean beyond the steps and fence, and at the pool with the grill and lounge chairs. They’d only come up for the weekend, between training and visiting their own families, and before returning to Gryffindor for the season.

“Tell me about it.”

“Cheating!” Alex spluttered from the pool as Natalie put all of her weight on him to dunk him under the water. Alex pointed very seriously to the foot marker on the side tile. “We agreed from that to Thomas’ chair, I was too far away!”

“Too bad!” Noelle shouted as she made another basket.

Thomas didn’t think it was the alcohol that made him feel a little fuzzy at the edges as he looked over her in her swimsuit. She was all curves of tanned muscle, softened the summer around her stomach and arms. Thomas was a goner. But she seemed pretty gone, too, so he guessed it was all right.

“This moment’s always rough,” Kasey said softly from beside him, and when Thomas looked at him questioningly, he gestured vaguely with his beer. “The end of July. One more month, but not really. Alex’ll go back for training, you know? It’s like a trick. I always think, I get three months with these two. But it’s more like two and the first week of August.”

Thomas nodded. “I know. Noelle, too. Her training camp starts on the eight. I’m just…”

Kasey sighed in sympathy.

“At least you have Nat, you know?” Thomas said. “Not that I’m saying you have it easier, I just…”

Kasey shook his head. “I know. Believe me, I’m thankful for that every day. But…when you miss someone, you miss someone.”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, exactly.”

Last season hadn’t been too bad. His relationship with Noelle had been new. They only really knew FaceTime dates, and squeezed in weekend flights that sometimes left them more exhausted than sated. They had been taking it slow. Thomas had been kissed by Noelle—a lot. Enough to make him dizzy with it. Only, then she’d met him at the airport in Quebec, they’d spent a month with her family in France…

And Thomas wasn’t sure he knew how to do just FaceTime anymore. There was a new yearning, knotted just below his heart. He knew what her skin felt like under his hands now, knew what she looked like right when she waked up, even her skincare routine before bed. It would feel like being away from the ice for too long, the knot pulling tight. He thought this year was going to be harder. Maybe he knew it, but if he did, he was pretending it might be easy still.

“T,” Noelle called, floating on her back, dark hair fanned out in the water. “C’mere!”

Thomas smiled, setting his drink down. He would come, whenever she called. Wherever.

~

Cole Reyes didn’t know if Adele Dumais staring at him the way she was was a good thing, or a bad thing. He was nervous enough without the seemingly disapproval of Pascal Dumais'—the Pascal Dumais of the Gryffindor Lions, oldest player in the league—teenage daughter.

“Don’t you talk?” Marc, one of his sons, asked.

Cole blinked. “Uh. Yeah. Yeah.”

Adele waved her brother off. “They’re always super nervous at first. Remember Sirius?”

Marc scoffed. “I was a baby.”

Cole let out a breath. Now they were casually talking about Sirius Black, who had lived in the very room Cole had been sleeping in for a week now when he was a rookie, too. It was the same with Logan Tremblay. He felt like he needed to keep the room pristine, like he was living in some Hockey Hall of Fame museum that he had not earned the right to be in yet.

“You’re still a baby,” Adele shot back.

“Kids,” came Celeste, Pascal’s wife’s voice from where she was setting the table. “Come on now.”

“Sorry, maman,” Marc said softly.

“Sorry,” Adele sighed more reluctantly.

“Go help your father with the grill, you two,” she said. “Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Katie, Celeste and Pascal’s youngest daughter, perked up from where she was sitting beside Cole, drawing. Not Pascal, Dumo—Cole kept having to remind himself that he could call Pascal by his nickname now, that it was all official, that he was a Gryffindor Lion, too. Katie hadn’t left his side since he arrived a week ago to billet with the Dumais, and he still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Even the Cup?” she asked.

Celeste laughed. “Oui, ma cherie. Cole? Would you mind going to get the flowers for the table? They’re on the kitchen counter, just inside.”

“Oh, sure, Mrs. Dumais,” Cole nodded, glad for something to do. The thought of the Cup arriving gave him the chills. He’d have to be careful not to touch it. He was scared to even look at it, to be honest. His mom would be laughing at him right about now. He wanted to call her afterwards, tell her everything.

“Call me Celeste, I told you, please,” Celeste smiled. She was lovely, with her dark hair twisted and clipped up and a summer dress as green as her eyes, silky against her olive skin.

Cole flushed, but smiled. “Celeste.”

Cole made his way through the sliding door from the back yard and through the dining room. The kitchen was one of the biggest rooms in the house—and it was a big house. Beautiful copper pans hung shining above the island, along with some herbs that Celeste grew and dried herself. It looked like something out of a magazine to Cole, and it was nice, but it wouldn’t beat his mom’s kitchen in the small apartment they shared in Boston. The small space would fill up to the brim with the smell of spices, or cobbler. The thought sent a pang right to his heart. He missed home, that was for sure. After being away for so long, for so many hockey camps, he’d hoped he would be more used to it by now.

The flowers were right where Celeste had said they would be, and he was reaching for one when the back door that led to the garage dinged open. Cole froze, sure that he was about to run into captain Sirius Black completely unprepared, when a girl stepped through instead. She was dressed in denim shorts and a white tank top, had dark brown skin, and a Gryffindor College hat over her hair, which was plaited back into many small braids.

She smiled when she saw him. No sign of surprised, or of the nervousness Cole felt when he met basically anyone.

“You must be Cole,” she said.

Cole nodded. The girl was gorgeous. Cole was a mess of nerves already. He didn’t need the stare of the teenage daughter of one of his idols, but he especially could not handle a beautiful girl right now.

“Yeah,” Cole said. “No, yeah, um. Yes.”

The girl strode forward, setting her bag down on the counter, along with a water bottle decorated in stickers. He caught a few Lions ones. She offered her hand, which was slender and had two golden rings on it. “I’m Layla. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Cole took it, trying to place her. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I babysit for the Dumais family,” she said in explanation, then waved her hand. “Well, this year, at least. I’m actually—we’re going to be working together.”

Cole blinked. “You mean the Lions?”

She nodded. “I’m in the middle of my undergrad for physical therapy. Dumo’s amazing and he got me an internship under the new PT. You know. I’ll probably get you stick tape or something,” she laughed. “Congrats, by the way.”

Cole tilted his head and she raised an eyebrow.

“On making it to the NHL?”

“Oh,” Cole laughed. “Oh, I, yeah, thanks. You, too—or…yeah.”

Cole was going to stay in his room in the basement and never come out.

“I gotta—Mrs. Du—Celeste wants these flowers outside,” he said, picking the vases up.

“Sure thing,” Layla smiled.

“Layla,” came a shriek, and a moment later Katie Dumais came sprinting into the kitchen and wrapped herself around Layla’s legs and smiled at Cole. “This is my new hockey player.”

Cole couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t have a lot of experience with kids, but Katie sure was cute.

“Yours?” Layla gasped as she smiled at Cole. “He’s all yours, is he?”

Katie nodded. “Like Tremzy and Sirius. His name is Cole, like when Santa Clause doesn’t like you.”

Again, with the casual mentions of Logan Tremblay and Sirius Black.

“Oh, of course,” Layla laughed. “Well, I’m sure Santa Clause has never not liked you, babes. Let’s go let your mom know I’m here, okay? Your new hockey player can come with us, too.”

“He’s yours, too!” Katie insisted. “You’re here all the time, so he’s yours, too, don’t worry.”

“Oh, good,” Layla said. “I was worried.”

When Katie looked at Cole expectedly, Cole managed, “I guess everyone does need a hockey player?”

“Exactly!” Katie squealed, and Cole could only follow them outside, heart pounding.

~

It was good to be back in Gryffindor. Remus and Sirius had dropped their bags in Sirius’ entryway, said hello to Regulus, showered, and then hopped right back in the car to get to Pascal’s house.

“You two look disgustingly happy,” Regulus said, leaning forward from the back seat.

“We are,” Sirius grinned at him in the review mirror. “I am also happy,” he stroked the leather steering wheel of his Range Rover. “To be back with this baby.”

While Sirius’ hair had grown longer, Regulus had shaved his short. The curls were barely curls at all anymore, but Remus was happy to see that his seemingly ever-present dark circles had receded some.

“Why, thank you, Regulus, you look happy, too,” Remus snorted. “When do you leave for NYU’s orientation?”

“August 23rd,” he said. “Been texting with my housemates, too. They seem cool.”

“Maybe one of you will pull a Finn and fall in love with each other,” Sirius said.

“Twice,” Remus laughed, and Regulus did, too.

“I think I’ve had enough romance drama to last me a life time, thanks,” Regulus smiled. “But, yeah. I’m just…I’m focused on friends right now, I think. Normal, non-hockey creatures like you two. But that’s not to say if something came up…or I guess someone. Who knows.”

Sirius’ smile was softer this time. “Focus on whatever you want, Reg. You deserve it.”

Regulus just grumbled something about hockey gods, and then they were pulling up to the Dumais’. There were silver and white balloons lining the driveway and the fence to the backyard where, as Remus slammed his door, he could already hear laughter. A zing of excitement shot through him.

“I missed this team,” he sighed as Sirius took his hand.

Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple. “Your team.”

“Our team.”

“Jesus Christ,” Regulus said, and gave them a shove forward.

Thomas gave a loud woop when he spotted them coming out to the backyard. Regulus immediately made a B-line towards Leo and the Cubs.

“Yes! The Captain!” Thomas said and pulled Sirius into a hug. “Missed you, man.”

“You, too, T,” Sirius said. “Ready to tear it up?”

“You know it.”

Remus smiled as Thomas hugged him next. “I forgot you two train together before pre-season.”

“You two?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, the small gold hoops in his ears glinting in the sun. Remus noticed he’d shaved three stripes into one side of his head. They were a little wobbly. Maybe Noelle had done it. “You’re not coming with us?”

“You know how this one is about his routines,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist. “Wouldn’t want to mess anything up.”

“Please,” Sirius said. “I want you there more than I want a second—”

Remus and Thomas punched him at the same time.

“I know you weren’t just about to say that,” said an accented voice from behind Remus, and they turned to see Pascal standing there. He looked as he always did, smile lines around his eyes, gray streaks at his temples. He wore a white t-shirt and had Katie on his hip. She was definitely getting too big to be carried around like that, but Remus couldn’t see a time when Pascal would ever refuse her. He’d probably carry Adele around like that, too, if she’d let him.

“Dumo,” Sirius smiled, and took the two beers he was holding out, handing one to Remus. He kissed Katie’s forehead. “Good summer?”

“The best,” Pascal laughed, and nodded towards the edge of the yard. “Especially with the promise of seeing that thing again.”

Remus followed his gaze, and his breath caught, just as he knew it would. The Cup stood there, its guards near by with drinks and plates of food in their hands. It sat proudly on a table, surrounded by white tulips—no doubt Celeste’s doing.

“I’m excited to see you two bring it to the parade,” Pascal said. “That will be a wonderful day for everyone.”

Remus glanced at where Logan, Leo, and Finn were standing with Kasey Winter, Gryffindor’s goalie, and his partners Natalie, with her long blonde hair, and Finn’s brother Alex, who played for Tampa Bay.

Sirius’ smile lit up his face. “It will be.”

Remus peered around him. “Is that our rookie?”

Sirius scoffed. “A rookie can’t call a fellow rookie rookie, rookie.”

Remus blinked. “What did you just say?”

“That’s Cole!” Katie said. “I love him.” Then she turned and shouted his name again. He looked up from where he was standing quietly beside Jackson Nadeau, another player, and Remus suppressed a smile at the way his eyes widened when he saw Sirius.

“Oh, here we go,” Sirius mumbled.

“Oh, hush,” Remus said, and sounded far too much like his mother to himself. “You’re going to be throwing hands for him the second someone gets close, and you know it.”

“I don’t know how to tell rookies I’m just a person!” Sirius whispered as Cole began to make his way over. “They act all…”

“Star struck?” Thomas offered.

Sirius just glowered at him.

Cole Reyes did not look as young as he was. Even at 19, he was jacked, and tall, with light brown skin, green eyes, and a stripe shaved into one of his eyebrows. His hair was shaved at the sides, but longer on the top and in tight curls.

Remus glanced somewhat self-consciously down at himself. He could only put on more muscle healthily so fast. He thought he’d been doing well, but looking at Cole…

“Hello,” Cole said hesitantly and Pascal set Katie down and clapped Cole on the shoulder.

“Reyes, meet Sirius. Sirius, meet the boy who is a much better billet than you ever were.”

Sirius snorted, and Cole laughed—nervously.

“Hi, Cole,” Sirius said, and held out his hand. “I know we spoke briefly over the summer, but it’s nice to officially meet you.”

“You, too,” Cole said, smile slight. “Thanks for the call. My mom freaked out. I mean—well, me too, but my mom…” Cole stuttered out, wincing.

“Loves me?” Sirius laughed. “I get that a lot.”

“He’s so humble,” Remus shook his head jokingly. “Hi Cole, I’m Remus. Welcome to the team.”

“You too…?” Cole said hesitantly. “Well, the roster, I guess.”

“Cole,” Katie said, taking his large hand in her small one. “Come meet Tremzy. He’s my best friend.”

Sirius feigned a pout. “What about me?”

Katie smiled sheepishly, throwing herself at Sirius’ legs, “You, too!”

“Always one-uped by Tremblay,” Thomas laughed, shaking his head. “How’s it feel, Cap?”

“Wonderful,” Sirius said dryly and then looked down at Katie, petting her head. “Go on, go show Cole your best friend.”

They watched her lead Cole through the crowd for a moment before Sirius huffed.

“See?” Sirius whispered to Remus. “It’s like he’s scared of me.”

“I’ve never heard you use the phrase spoke briefly in my life. Who are you, Alice?”

“I was trying to be professional!”

Remus laughed. “Why?”

Sirius just rolled his eyes and dragged him over to stack their plates with food.

The party went well into the evening, the sky pink and blue in the setting sun. There were lanterns floating in the pool where Evgeni and Jackson were playing chicken with a delighted Marc and Louis, or sometimes one of Coach Arthur Weasley’s boys, on their shoulders. Logan was sitting with Cole and Finn, cradling a sleepy Katie against his chest, Leo and Regulus laughing with Kasey and Alex.

Remus found Sirius again standing alone in front of the Cup. His hair was falling into his face, the curls gentled by the evening breeze and the Cup’s silver surface reflecting the silver of Sirius’ eyes. Remus went to stand beside him, and neither of them spoke for a moment.

“I’m nervous,” Remus broke the silence.

Sirius nodded. “I know, mon loup.”

Remus sighed, resting his head against Sirius’ arm. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” Sirius switched his drink to his other hand so he could run his fingers through Remus’ hair. “This is…big.”

“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” Remus whispered. It felt dangerous, to say the words aloud. “It’s everything that I lost. Last time.”

Remus could still feel Fenrir Greyback rip at his shoulder, even if it was years ago now, while they were still at college. Being in the NHL meant that Remus would have to play against him again whenever they met Vegas.

Sirius turned towards him, hand on his cheek.

“You will have this,” he said earnestly, and then smile, reaching into his shirt for his necklace, the one Remus had gifted him last Christmas. He brought it to his lips. “Loops.”

Remus smiled at the now familiar sight, touching the pendant when Sirius’ let it drop.

“You know,” Remus said. “You’re everything I’ve always wanted, too.”

Sirius’ smile was one of Remus’ favorites, and he tucked him against his side. Remus followed his gaze to find him looking at Cole again.

“I’m not happy with the way it happened,” Sirius said softly, and Remus knew he was thinking of the pictures that someone had leaked of them kissing. The pictures that had upturned their entire lives. “But I’m glad I get to hold you like this in front of new faces. I wasn’t thinking about trades—I try not to—but getting Reyes, if things had been different, would have meant we were back to square one at parties like these.”

Remus nodded, taking a drink. “And he seemed okay with it. With us.”

“I was thinking we should invite him to train with us. With me, you, and T. Maybe Dumo would join, too. I know he usually goes with Sergei, but Sergei might be with Kuns and Nado, even though they usually like it just them. The Cubs—”

“Okay, Captain, okay,” Remus laughed.

Sirius pressed a hand over his eyes, laughing. “I just don’t like it when they’re nervous around me. Like Leo was. It’s so much better now that we’re friends.”

“You’ll get there with him,” Remus said. “Yeah, invite him to train with us. The more the merrier.”

Secretly, Remus wanted to see how Cole trained. He couldn’t shake the analytical side of him, the physical therapist side. Cole was built for such a young age.

“If I didn’t know better,” Sirius said softly, mouth close to Remus’ ear. “I’d say you were checking him out.”

Remus spluttered. “I’m not! I want to know his routine!”

Sirius cracked up. “This is your superstition, isn’t it? Cracking other player’s codes.”

Remus just shrugged, smiling into his cup.

“Have you cracked my code?” Sirius asked in the low voice he used that made Remus not want to be surrounded by people.

Remus looked up at him. “Maybe. It certainly has nothing to do with a piece of toast at five o’clock.”

“My pre-game toast is very important to me.”

Remus leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “No, you just like honey and cinnamon.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m going to talk to Reyes now.”

“Catch him if he passes out.”

Sirius just glowered over his shoulder as he stalked across the grass. Remus looked around at the back yard, at the team, together again. His team.

[jkoo-njoo]

6:58 AM

pairing : boyfriend! Jungkook x girlfriend! black fem reader

summary : “Let’s just stay in bed, like this, a little longer.” // “Kiss me again, I want you.”

genre : 100% full fluff and comfort

word count : 1,135 words

warning : none ^^

author’s note : I wrote this fic for those that struggle to sleep and are in need of comfort and love. Reader has long dreadlocks/locs. Even though I paired it with Jungkook, no name is explicitly mentioned, so you can imagine someone else :) Also, it’s my first time going over the 1k mark, let’s gooo !

It’s been a little while since you’ve been up, blinking softly and staring at the ceiling. Absorbed by your thoughts, you lost track of time.

You check your phone. 06:58 AM

The city lights were slowly giving their place to the orange sun, timidly making its way through the curtains of your room. You feel how the other person sharing the bed with you is shifting a little, still asleep. You wanna feign sleep too but you’re already up, no matter how hard you force your eyelids shut. It seems like your body has had enough rest.

You tried to get up from the bed when you noticed a strong pull at your waist : you were imprisoned in a tight embrace, leaving you no room to move.

Laying next to you was your cute lover, breathing softly and very much asleep. You two have always been hard sleepers, but he definitely had more trouble waking up than you did.

You stayed there, watching as the very faint sunset illuminated his mesmerizing features, leaving you endeared at the sight in front of you. His broad topless chest rising and falling peacefully with his soft breathe was easing your mind.

For a few moments, you were laid on your side facing him, just admiring the view in front of you and enjoying the comfortable and relaxing stillness as much as possible. The urge to smoother his face with kisses grew larger and larger. You figured you would have to escape his grip to go brush your teeth.

So you caress his arm holding you, ever so softly, and being the needy baby that he was, he pulls you closer to him.

Your face now in the crook of his neck, you whispered “hey baby boy... please let me go ? I need to pee”.

Of course in reality you didn’t need to pee, but you wanted to be sure he’d free you. He cooed at the nickname you gave him — it was his favorite — but he held you even tighter.

“Let’s just stay in bed, like this, a little longer.”

His raspy and silky morning voice ran chills down your spine. God... you wanted to kiss him so bad. He just had to let you go.

“I promise I’ll stay as long as you want to. But let me just go to the bathroom.” there was a hint of urge in your voice, but you were still sweet and not pressuring. He shifted a bit more to the side and released the hold he had on you, giving you room to stand up and do your thing.

While in the bathroom, you quickly did your morning routine, brushed your teeth, applied vaseline to soften your lips, and removed your bonnet so he could run his hand through your locs. He loved massaging your scalp, and smelling the sweet scent of the oils you use to take care of your hair. In addition to the coconut oil you already applied on your face, you also put a little touch of vanilla perfume on your neck, just because you know it will make him melt.

When you were done, you went back under the blankets and laid on top of him. He instantly closed his arms around your figure. His heartbeat calmly vibrating through his rib cage and the warmth of his hands slowly running up and down your back was soothing you.

Even though you wanted to spend the morning kissing him tenderly, you felt like you were about to go back to sleep.

Then, it was his turn to pretend a pee urgency to go to the bathroom and do his morning routine, your delicate scent waking him up. Also, since he wanted to spend the morning lazily in bed, he figured he might as well freshen up too.

He came back smelling like peach and roses, and you swear your whole body turns into a puddle.

As he exited the bathroom you were looking at each other, but as he approached the bed you turned around. You sometimes did this to “tease him” but deep down you knew it was because his fierce gaze was intimidating you.

He was very aware of that fact and that’s why he immediately understood your shyness.

When he got on the bed, he put you on your back, hovering over you and forcing you to look at him.

“Ah.... you’re still so shy and intimidated whenever I look at you right in your pretty eyes.” he sighed, full of contentment. It meant she still loved him, as strong and as new as if it was on day 1.

His look on you right now.... you knew it too well. His eyes are full of love, joy and pride of you being his lover. He was so grateful to have the chance to experience a love this strong and this passionate for you. He will never be tired of loving you, and he wanted to prove this to you as much as he possibly can.

You felt all of this, just by him locking his pretty doe eyes on yours. And you received his feelings right in your heart. Heart that’s going to explode by how fast and loud it was beating in your chest. This was all becoming a bit overwhelming to you, so you moved your head to the side in an attempt to ground yourself.

It was funny to him seeing the effect he had on you. You’re a very strong and independent woman, but you’re also very soft and cute for him. And the way you were never scared to show both sides to him always made him smile and feel giddy with love for you.

He took your head in one of his hands, put it back in place and grinned at you, his dimples at the side of his mouth greeting you good morning.

“You’re so adorable doll.”

Then, he pressed the softest kiss ever to your sweet plump lips.

It was slow and passionate. You kissed back ever so slowly before he parted his lips and started deepening the kiss.

You thought you were floating...... as a matter of fact you were on cloud nine right now. Your guts filled themselves with a satisfying tug. it’s the butterflies... you thought. Feels like heaven.

After a few more seconds, you two separated to catch your breathe.

He was back at staring right into your eyes, this time caressing your cheeks too. Then he started giggling softly. It was definitely music to your ears.

He broke the silence.

“I will never get tired of kissing you.”

Your hands, who were previously on his chest, found its way around his neck and your fingers ran through his hair.

“Then, kiss me again... I want you.”

masterlist <3

[nightjung]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

Married Couple!Jaehyun x reader

63. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

88. “I’m up for it if you are.” 

warnings: impreg kink

a/n: here ya go @plump-peach​!! repost with the pic of your request bc tags weren’t working (not surprised tho) when i posted and replied to it, but sorry it took so long, hope you like it bby!! 

[ 2.1 k words ]

It was your first Christmas together as a married couple. The year gave you such a headache, from performances to sneaking around with Jaehyun, hiding from Dispatch, you finally had the weekend to yourself. No one said it was easy being married to an idol, you had met him coincidentally when you were studying dance in the local college and were asked to become a backup dancer for NCT. The rest is history. 

Before spending Christmas day with both of your families, Jaehyun wanted to reserve a secluded winter cabin and spend time with you before the hectic holidays with your families and his members. You promised no gifts for each other but just the presence of one another.

“Are you liking it?” Jaehyun asked, his head propped up on his arm on the bed.

“Yeah I do,” you turned to smile at your husband, “thank you for such a wonderful time here.” 

“Of course-” he leaned into you, “-I hated sneaking around Dispatch, this is the least I could do after what I put you through.”

“And I’d do it again,” you smiled, closing the space between both of your lips. 

Maybe it was bad, but ever since you two arrived at the secluded cabin, you couldn’t get enough of each other; hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled together, and the room saturated with the smell of sex and sounds of pleasure. You blamed it on the freezing weather and the home-like feeling the holiday always brought. 

Jaehyun’s lips moulded perfectly with yours, he brought warmth to your legs, the quivering feeling making you pull them together. He noticed and scoffed at your avoidance to accept your arousal. With his lips nipping your bottom lip, he pulled away earning a sigh from you as you followed your gaze from your lips to his eyes, the subtle slyness in his eyes eliciting goosebumps on your skin. That’s when you knew tonight was going to be particularly different, especially when Jaehyun lifted his weight from you and held your hand, hoisting you up and taking you to the living room. You managed to grab the light blanket around you before he fully pulled you out of bed, still being naked. You quickly wrapped your naked body before the cold air got to it. 

“W-what are you d-doing?” You sputtered, sex was always fun with Jaehyun because there was always something new, but he always told you and asked you beforehand. 

Jaehyun sat himself in front of the fireplace with you before him. His breath hitched when he glanced at you, your skin glowing gold before the flames of the fire and your hair perfectly framing your face, falling on your naked shoulders. Your eyes held a sense of innocence and curiosity for his actions, making him gush. “Just wanted to try something new.” 

You tilt your head to the side, getting a good look at the fireplace. You chuckled when you realized what he was implying, “in front of the fireplace?” he nodded, his dimples divoting in his cheeks. you bent forward until your lips were barely touching Jaehyun’s, “Well, I’m up for it if you are.”

And of course he was into it. In a swift motion, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your body, gently setting you on the floor, not even bothering to put a pillow under you. He was so excited, so excited to just feel you, feel your skin against his, feel your nails scratching his back, and feeling your pussy swallow his throbbing cock.  

You noticed the giddiness in his eyes and the small smile on his lips and you couldn’t help but ask, “has this been a fantasy of yours?” Jaehyun nodded again, his dimples making an appearance, once again. You poked them and perched yourself on your elbows to kiss his cheeks. 

“Let me take care of you tonight, hm?” he was kind in asking you, but you still sensed the dominance in him creeping up on his hands, one of them now sitting on your breast. 

When Jaehyun squeezed the flesh in his large hands, your lips parted, letting him know that whatever he was doing, it was working. He massaged them before pinching your perking nipple between his fingers, which ultimately made you arch your back. Feeling his fingertips trace down to your stomach, brushing over your navel, and down to your clothed pussy. 

You hitched your breath from the edging feeling of his touch, earning a playful smirk from Jaehyun, “you like that? Just wait until I take you tonight,” his lips brushing your ear. 

Your eyes widened and you inhaled a sharp breath when his hands maneuvered to your womanhood after throwing your underwear to the side, his long fingers not even bothering to coat themselves in your essence but instead harshly entering your pussy. Your eyes rolled back from the sharpening feeling, immediately stretching you out. 

Unlike the other nights, Jaehyun was riled, he wasn’t being soft, but instead being so hard and quick. He was quick to get hard, his tip just brushing against your thigh as he bent forward to kiss you aggressively, sucking your bottom lip and drawing it out with his teeth. 

“Look so pretty tonight,” he groans, his eyes failing to leave your lips between his teeth. 

“Please stop playing around,” you whine when he finally lets go of your lips, “please, Jae, just-”

“Spit it out, tell me what you want, baby” Jaehyun sighs, his biggest wish is to hear you beg.

“I want you, I need to feel you- my gosh just- FUCK!!” You jolted forward, lurching your arms trying to grab ahold of Jaehyun, trying to just grasp onto anything as he thrusted into you, his tip hitting the spot that made you see the stars. You tried your best to narrow your eyes at him at his failure to warn you, but you couldn’t even keep your eyes from squeezing shut.

“Why didn��t...you say so...before,” Jaehyun grunts as his thrusts become harder, deeper. 

Instead of replying, you cry out, tears brimming your face as your back arches, the pain of the wooden floor unsuccessfully bringing your head some sort of comfort. Jaehyun noticed you slightly hitting your head on the floor from the upbringing feeling of your climax, that’s why he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt and to bring you closer to me. 

“Are you going to answer me?” He asks you, who timidly makes eye contact with him, your jaw dropped. 

You shyly nod, biting back a moan, “I...I d-don’t know.” 

Jaehyun shakes his head, a grin appearing on his face almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, “fucking you so hard, you can’t even come up with the words. Fucking you dumb.” You couldn’t reply to his dirty comment because you were too busy rolling your eyes to the back of your head, exactly proving his point. 

The moment Jaehyun grabs onto your legs and wraps them around his waist is the moment where you absolutely lose it. The new angle brings a different, a deeper feeling of his cock hitting the spot where you could almost taste the euphoria on the tip of your tongue. The tongue which dances with Jaehyun when he bends down to plant a kiss, the lewd sounds of him ramming into you and tongues and teeth clashing are louder than the crackling of the fireplace. He moans into the kiss when he snaps his hips into yours, knowing that you’d be incredibly sore the next morning, which makes him thrust even harder. 

In the midst of your intimate moment, a sudden thought comes to your mind; a new position. You two weren’t really to explore unnatural positions, but you just needed to feel all of him, you wanted to feel closer, more intimate. Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from Jaehyun’s waist with him giving you a questioning expression. You reassured him with a kiss that you knew what you were doing. In a calm matter, you spread your legs open as far as you could, thanking your flexibility from all of those years of dancing. 

A glint of lust filled Jaehyun’s eyes as your legs spread farther open, giving him more access to push into you, “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

“Guess I have all of those years of dancing to thank for,” you smile up at him. 

Albeit the position, Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to slow or quicken his pace, he’s careful because it’s an area you two never explore. Which he figured that you two should do more often because he never knew that just the spread of your legs could give him more access to shove his tip in deeper. He groans from the way your pussy swallows his cock, the sounds of the lewd act, and the way you squirm under him, telling him how good he feels in you. 

“Go faster,” you pant, hands grasping his shoulders. 

Quickly, Jaehyun increases the pace which makes you tremble in his arms, tears quickly spilling from the corners of your eyes. The rapid speed of each other’s hips shoving into one another makes the pit of your stomach warm and your throat tighten. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jaehyun smirks, you only nod to his question as your feet curl. 

Jaehyun was always thoughtful in offering to take care of you and making sure you come at least three times, sometimes four. To be honest, he really didn’t think you’d pull through, but you always manage to amaze him. He finds a moment in time to admire your beauty; the red and purple marks scattered across your neck, collarbone, chest, lead down to your stomach, and when he looks up at you, your hair is splayed against the wood floor, some of it sticking to your forehead and the side of your face from sweat. He swears he can come right then and there. When his gaze switches to your face, it holds a golden glow on the rise of your cheeks, making you look like the sun, his world. 

“God you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his head falling back as his hands find their way to your clit, quickly rubbing circles. 

You sobbed in his touch, his thrusting cock, everything drove you into another dimension as he kept pounding into you relentlessly. Thank goodness for the isolation of the cabin or else you know you’d be dealing with calls from the neighboring houses. 

“Cum, cum for me love. Want to feel your cum all over my cock,” Jaehyun lowly said, his eyes dark and determined to make you come undone. 

After a few more thrusts, the arising feeling grows in your pussy, immediately clenching when you climax with screwed eyes and clenched fists. Jaehyun holds onto your jerking body as your limbs thrash against the overwhelming feeling. 

Focused on your sensitivity, he rides you out as your legs fall limp into their regular stance, “that’s it baby, do it for me.” 

You know what he’s doing, “it’s okay, I can take it,” you stroke your hand through his hair, letting him know that he can chase his climax also. 

Jaehyun’s gentle when he begins rocking into you again, chasing his own euphoria. You praise him as he does, aware that it turns him on and makes him come quicker. 

“Cum for me, baby. Want you to come in me...want to carry your baby, let everyone know how well you knocked me up,” you whisper in his ear, your voice full of sultry. 

“Ohhh, you’re so good for me,” Jaehyun groaned, “you’re mine. All mine. Want to have my baby? Let everyone know I knocked you up? Fine. You’re so dirty, so have it your way, princess.” 

And soon, Jaehyun’s hips stutter and his groans become higher pitched as he reaches his orgasm. His body shakes as he bends down, his body weight pressed on top of yours as he hides his face in your neck, nipping the warm skin. You peck his temple as he manages to calm down, his breath becoming steady again. 

With strong arms, Jaehyun lifts you into his embrace and carries you back to the master bedroom. The room is cold from the missing human heat, but when Jaehyun slides next to you to bring you to his chest, everything is restored. 

With a dimpled smile and whiskered cheeks, Jaehyun plants a passionate kiss on your lips, making both of your hearts swell, “Happy holidays, my love.” 

[beigehearts]

mmm this does intrigue me... A LOT I love the crazy hillbilly vibes fem!reader

CW: corpses(very descriptive!), blood, kidnapping, puking

It's an early morning, and the dew on the grass shines when the sun hits is. Mother is helping the servants make breakfast and father has gone into town for work. It's not often that you wake up so early, and you would like to enjoy your time outside. Mother does not like when you wander around outside because you always come back with the hem of your dress dirty and tattered. In order to avoid the wrath of your mother, you put on some pants that one of the stable boys let you borrow. Oh but if mother ever saw you in pants when not riding, then you would have to pray for your life.

You lay down in the damp grass, trees providing some shade, but sun still covering your body. It's a beautiful day, you think you may go horse back riding later. Your favorite horse, Tim Tam, would be excited to see you.

Wind blows, rustling the grass around you, sending a chill up your spine. You can just barely see your house in the distance, you walked quite a ways.

The sound of a horse clopping nears, stomping in the grass and surely leaving tracks. You sit up and look around, but can't find the source of the sound. One of the stable boys must have taken a horse out for exercise. Without warning, a horse leaps out of the trees, it rears in front of you and lets out a bellowing neigh. You gasp and scatter backwards.

The horse brings it's hooves down with a loud 'thump'. A man sits atop the horse, tall and intimidating. He dawns dark clothing, between farm clothes and noblemen clothes. There is no other way to explain it. His hair is tied up in a pony tail, and it is quite long. But that's not what catches your attention. It's his eyes. Dark and hollow, endless, hypnotizing.

You clear your throat and stand up, patting the dirt off of your pants. "Hello sir, what brings you around here?"

His voice is flat, monotone, and unchanging. "Get on."

"Excuse me?" You ask, completely baffled.

This scene reminds you of an old story your mother told you. Somewhere in Greece there are two gods, a dark one taking the woman who is amongst the flowers.

He seems angry, only slightly furrowing his brows. It's his eyes that tell you he's frustrated. He leans down, and grabs you by your bicep, gripping it tightly.

"Hey! That hurts!" You yelp out.

There's no time to react when he yanks you from the ground, seating you in front of him on the saddle.

"What are doing?!" You exclaim, unable to move with one of his arms holding you against him. He digs his stirrup into the side of his horse, and with one hand holding the reigns, rushes off.

No matter all of your screaming and crying, there is no escape or answers. Eventually your throat is raw from the yelling, and you fall silent. It feels as if you speak that blood would fill your mouth. Soon enough, a fence comes into view. Beyond the fence you can barely make out a farm house across from the acres of fields. The horse jumps the fence, and trots contently towards the house. As you get closer, you realize just how big this house is. It must be three times as big as your own house. There's a barn to the side of it, it's doors wide open, but it seems that there are no animals inside.

A servant is waiting outside of the house, and when the both of you dismount the horse, he leads it to some stables. The man who abducted you grips your wrist tightly, enough that you know there will be bruises. He remains quiet, and you do the same. The doors are grand, and he pushes through them. He leads you through the foyer and to what must be the Great Chamber of the house. Sitting in a love seat with a round wooden table in front of her, is a tall woman dawning a fascinator, and an elegant dress.

Without turning to look at you she says, "I see you obtained her Illumi. The servants are waiting in her room." So his name is Illumi?

"Thank you mother." He returns.

He leads you up excessively tall stairs and down a hall to a door with locks on the outside of it. He pushes you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the room there are three women, standing in a line with their heads bowed. "Welcome my lady." Says the woman in the middle. The woman to the left follows, "We are to wash and dress you." The woman on the right adds, "Please allow us to do so."

Soon enough, you're sitting on a chair in the nude, the women using cloths on your body. They dip them into the bucket with soapy water, and rubs the cloth up and down your body. You're dressed in under garments, and then in a round gown. Your face is covered with powder, some light lip balm rubbed against your lips, giving them a rosy tint. Lastly, your hair is styled in a way that it never has been, it takes two hours.

It's dark by the time the women unlock the door and leave. You wander around the room, examining the furniture. The curtains are drawn, so you look outside. It's hard to see anything in the dark, the light from the barn being just bright enough to see in the distance. There's a thump from below you, and you peer down closer to the house. Someone is dragging something off of the deck, but as they get further away from the house, you are unable to see them.

If being abducted weren't enough evidence, there is definitely something wrong here. When you try to speak, all that comes out are quiet whimpers and squeals. It's painful to the point you wish you had never tried to speak.

You realize that the bedroom door is cracked, leading to the dark hallway. You make your way over to the door and peek your head out, looking both ways down the hall. It's almost pitch black, the only light from a window, shining bright moonlight. You step out and find yourself wandering to the end of the long hall. A room with two doors which are wide open presents itself. A man sits on the unusually large bed, examining your every move.

He calls out to you in the darkness, "Come in. I don't bite."

You tip toe towards him, standing in front of the bed where he sits. He's large, the moonlight reveals his muscles, and glowing blue eyes. "You will make a wonderful wife." He leans forwards, and pets your face, holding your chin in his hand.

"So strong, so smart. Yes, a wonderful wife for my son." He says. You would protest but there is no way you could produce sounds from your mouth. These people are fucking crazy. "Go on now, explore your new home."

You happily do as he says, pulling your face away from his hand and scurrying out into the hall, and down the stairs. Have these people not heard about candles? They have servants, so they must be able to illuminate their house.

The house is eerily still, the air stiff. The front door, you'll go out pf the front door. But you have a feeling if you try to escape there will be someone on guard.

You push through the heavy doors, needing to put all of your weight and strength in order to open it. The door slams behind you, and you let out a sigh, wiping sweat off of your forehead. Yes, they are neurotic.

This is where you saw the person below you dragging something. There's a path in the grass where something has been pulled through. It's flattened it, leading far away.

You pick up your dress, stepping down the stairs and following the path. Eventually your arms get tired and you drop your dress to the ground, allowing it to be tainted. Your feet begin to hurt as well, so you pull off your shoes and carry them. The grass is wet, and makes a gross squelching sound when your feet meets the ground.

Soon enough a light can be seen, it's the barn. The path leads directly to the barn. Your dress is muddy, the beautiful peach color having turned into a gross black and brown color at the hems.

Your heart begins to pound as you begin to near the wooden structure. You debate turning around and going back to the house, or even trying to escape... but something compels you to continue.

The doors are shut, before they were wide open. Once you step onto the concrete in front of the doors, you wipe your feet on it. Trying to get the gross muddy feeling off, not accomplishing this. You take a moment to gather yourself, and grab the handles of one of the barn doors. Similarly to the house, the door is just as heavy. Your feet scrape against the ground as you pull on the door, causing them to bleed. Quickly you slip inside the door before it shuts on you. Your feet sting and your hands burn from the effort.

It stinks, it smells absolutely rancid. It smells like rotting bodi-...

Humans. Corpses. They hang from the ceiling upside down, being drained of their blood as farmers do with chickens. The ground is covered in blood, a puddle of it that you could swim in. Some people are pinned against boards or walls, just as Jesus was. There's a large bin in the back where bodies are piled into, hands and feet and legs and arms hanging out of it.

The smell is overwhelming. The sight is overwhelming. You fall to your knees and hang your head back, looking at all the nude corpses. Mortifying. Their faces seem to hang off of their head, as if they're melting. Well, those of them that still have faces. Some are blue and purple, some are missing arms. There arms hanging down from the bodies, as if reaching out to someone for help.

Who could do such a thing. What man would do such a horrible thing. You fall forward, holding yourself up on all fours. There's a pile of hair underneath you, and can feel the bile rising in your throat. You can't help it, everything you've eaten in the past week comes pouring out. But at least it smells better than the bodies.

A hand pats your back, and weakly you turn your head to look up. There, 'Illumi' stands, watching you with emotionless eyes.

He looks at the travesty in front of him and back at you. "It would have been best that you stay in the house." He walks forward, and reaches out, touching the hand of one of the hanging corpses. He grips the hand and rips it off of the body, but there's no blood left in that body to come out. It's bloated and diseased, but he throws it into the bin of bodies.

"Go to bed. I will send breakfast and medicinal herbs to your room in the morning." Before waiting for an answer or a reaction, he leaves, leaving you leaning over your own puke.

You would stuff your face in the puke if that meant not smelling the rot anymore. Instead you hurry out of the barn and collapse on the concrete. 'Oh god, oh god please spare me' repeats in your head. It can only get better, right?

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Also, we talked a mill years ago about an Inuyasha AU? You wanted to make G wear the necklace etc. Which OBVIOUSLY is a fantastic idea and I really which you would, please 🤣😘💗

Okay, so this isn’t exactly the necklace bit, but it’s the most Inuyasha crossover thing I could think of at the moment! Also I’m sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for so long! <3 Oops!

Geralt turns into a human one night a month, during the new moon.

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TW: emotional Geralt whump, angst with a happy ending, pining

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“Stay in the room,” Geralt instructed, glaring Jaskier down from his place near the door. The bard nodded obediently and made a show of pulling his recently acquired book from his travel bag. 

“I might go down and perform for a bit, but I promise not to bring anyone back and I promise not to start any fights.”

“I’d rather you didn’t leave the room at all,” Geralt grumbled, “But I suppose the coin wouldn’t hurt.”

“Where are you going, anyway?”

“Next town over. Nightwraith.”

“Why can’t I come with you?” the bard pouted. His lower lip stuck out slightly and his eyes crinkled so cutely that it always made the Witcher question his ‘human’ parentage; there was a siren’s power in the way he turned up his nose and fluttered his pretty lashes. “Surely I could sit incredibly high up in a very sturdy tree and watch my glorious companion in all his… glory?”

“Excellent word choice,” Geralt rolled his eyes. He hefted his swords over his shoulder and shot the bard another meaningful look.  “I’ll see you in the morning. Stay. Safe.”

“Yes, Milord,” Jaskier sighed dramatically, flopping back against the pillows and opening his book. “Return to me in as few pieces as possible, dear heart.”

“Hmm.”

And with that, Geralt disappeared into the late afternoon light. 

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There had been several distinctive changes to Geralt’s physical body after the second round of experimental Trials; his hair, of course, and his ghostly-pale skin were the most obvious. His greatest secret, however, and the strangest of all the Trials’ side effects, were the temporary changes he underwent on the nights of the new moon. His Witcher strength and senses abandoned him and his body returned to its pre-Trial state. He became, for all intents and purposes, a normal human man. 

He hated it. He hated himself. There was no power behind his punches on his human nights and while he remained graceful and competent with his swords, he lost his speed and dexterity. It left him feeling helpless and alone, and an onslaught of emotions (which he was usually able to suppress or ignore) flooded his mind, pulling tears from his eyes and putting a ruddy redness on his cheeks and ears that he found ugly. No doubt Jaskier would find him just as hideous. And useless…

If he couldn’t protect the bard, the handsome young human who smiled at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be friends with a Witcher, then what good was he? Keeping Jaskier safe, keeping him alive and smiling like that, was what motivated Geralt to slump his way back to their room even when he wanted nothing more than to drop to the ground and pass out from exhaustion. Making sure Jaskier was okay (and, alright, getting his wounds fawned over and his hair washed wasn’t too bad either) was what kept him alive.

I can’t believe I forgot to keep track, Geralt berated himself as he set up his small campfire just inside the mouth of a cave. I almost revealed my secret to Jaskier. 

Geralt wasn’t sure which outcome he feared more: Jaskier seeing him in his less horrible state and rejecting him completely for keeping secrets/being a true monster, or Jaskier finding his human body attractive and being even more disgusted by his Witchery appearance. Geralt wouldn’t be able to stand either outcome, so he disappeared into the woods or back to the Path (if Jaskier was stuck in a town, teaching or performing) whenever the night of the new moon arrived.

He sighed and crossed his legs, resting his elbows on his bent knees and setting his chin on one upright palm. He glanced up at Roach and grumbled out an excuse: “I just don’t want to lose him.”

Roach whinnied quietly, reproachfully, and Geralt nodded. 

“You’re absolutely right, I should tell Jaskier about all of this, but if I tell him now, after travelling together for so long, he’ll think I don’t trust him. And I do trust him! I trust him as much as I trust my brothers, maybe more considering their pranks… But I don’t want to scare him off, either. I’m such a fucking coward.”

As the last light of day slipped away beneath the horizon and darkness fell, Geralt felt his hair grow coarser and heavier atop his head. His eyesight dimmed and his knowledge of the landscape - every scent and sound - disappeared from his consciousness. The scars on his skin faded away into nothing as his pupils dilated into circles, the irises shifting from honey-gold to a deep, forest green. 

From a nearby bush, Geralt heard a familiar voice mutter, “Holy shit.”

He leapt to his feet and backed against the cave wall, throwing his arm across his face to hide it. “Dammit, Jaskier, I told you to stay at the inn!”

The bard took a nervous step forward, away from his hiding place, and waved bashfully. “Sorry, dear heart. Are you really- is it really you in there, Geralt?”

“Yes?” the Witcher-turned-human raised an eyebrow, lowering his arm back down to his side with no small amount of shame. “Who else would it be?”

“Well,” the bard said, taking a measured step forward. “I wasn’t sure if this was, like, a reverse-werewolf type deal. I didn’t know if you’d have the same memories as before or- or if-”

“It’s still me,” Geralt blushed, actually blushed, and dipped his head down to avoid Jaskier’s curious gaze. “I’m sorry for not telling you before, but-”

“Don’t.”

Geralt glanced back up, even more confused, his emotions playing havoc with his pulse. “I- Don’t I owe you an apology?”

“No,” Jaskier said, settling down on the rocky ground across the fire and gesturing for Geralt to join him. The flames lit up his face, highlighting the roundness of his cheeks and the softness in his eyes. So youthful, yet so determined. “If you’re still Geralt in here” - he tapped the side of his head and grinned playfully - “then you’re still my best friend.”

“Hmm.”

“Oh yeah, my Witcher is definitely in there somewhere,” Jaskier laughed brightly. The sound wound down and he wiped a tear of glee from the corner of his eye. After a long, sobering pause he asked: “So is this what you looked like before… they did all that stuff to you?”

“Before the Trials? Yes. This is what I looked like fifty years or so ago, when I was young and mortal. My shoulders are wider, of course, but that’s just old age.”

Jaskier made his way slowly around the fire, inching closer to Geralt, who had finally taken a seat on his bedroll. When the bard was right next to him, close enough for Geralt to feel their combined body heat through his shirt, he took a lock of Geralt’s hair in his hand. “It’s… it’s not as soft, like this. But it has curls! And it’s almost red!”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier looked overjoyed at the change, and every one of Geralt’s fears flashed before his eyes. He was tempted to wrench away, to fling himself up into Roach’s saddle and ride hard until they both needed a rest. 

But Jaskier had begun talking again, and Geralt did his best to pay attention. “It’s different, but not bad. I think you’re only slightly more handsome when you’re a Witcher, but  your eyes are a lovely shade of green and I’d love to do up your hair someday… if you’d like that. If you’d let me.”

Geralt made a startled noise and turned his head sharply, his eyes boring into Jaskier’s very soul. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course!”

“You don’t- you aren’t mad? Or scared? You don’t think I’m more approachable like this? You wouldn’t prefer me to be like this - like a human - all the time?”

Jaskier shook his head, a sadness Geralt often noticed but didn’t understand falling over his face. “Oh Geralt, you silly, silly, wonderful man. I don’t lo-” - he paused, took a deep breath, and continued - “I love you, okay? As a Witcher. Like this. I have always loved you and I will always love you, regardless of what you look like, but I fell in love with the White Wolf. The man whose reputation needed mending and whose heart… whose heart is so incredibly large despite how often the world tries to harden it.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt gasped. He clutched at his chest, the ache he felt there intensifying a hundredfold under Jaskier’s steady gaze. “I love you, too. I never thought-”

“You often don’t,” the bard teased, closing the space between them with careful, intentional slowness. “Now, keep up the good work and stop thinking entirely. Just kiss me, Geralt. Please?”

“Would you like it if I kissed you?” the Witcher asked, incredulous. Jaskier lifted one delicate hand and slid a lock of Geralt’s curly hair back behind his ear. He pressed a soft kiss to Geralt’s cheek and smiled. 

“Very much, darling.”

“Alright,” Geralt breathed, closing the space between them. It felt so much more intense like this, with his heart beating as quickly as Jaskier’s, threatening to burst from his chest because it was overflowing with happiness. His hand, smooth and unblemished in its current state, cupped the peach-soft skin of the bard’s cheek. He ran his thumb over the hinge of Jaskier’s jaw, feeling the bone and joint working as their mouths moved together. When they finally pulled apart they were both beaming broadly, “Was it okay?”

“You’re very soft like this,” Jaskier noted. “But I miss your eyes and your hair… when will my Geralt return?”

“I’m still yours, Jaskier. Even when I look like this,” Geralt frowned. Jaskier took one of the Witcher’s hands in both of his and held it flat over his heart.

“I know, my dear. And I’m always yours, of course. It’s just… odd. I’ll get used to it the more often I see it, I’m sure. How long does it usually last?”

“I’ll be back to normal when the sun rises.”

“Until then?”

“Come here,” Geralt held up the corner of his blanket. Jaskier shifted so that they were cuddled together, side-by-side. “Better?”

“Now that I’m with you? Of course.”

[sunflowersseemhappy]

The Arcana | Little Romantic Gestures Headcannons

Asra

A lot of Asra’s little romantic gestures are aimed at getting you to smile, he spent so long watching you struggle after he brought you back that all he wants is to see you happy.

Ever since he started travelling Asra has always brought souvenirs from his trips. Things he thinks you’ll like. Although he knows you so well that what he brings you never fails to make you happy at how thoughtful he is. It’s only after the whole ‘saving the world thing’ that you realise this was a gesture of his affection for you all those years.

Tied in with bringing you souvenirs Asra loves to spoil you every once in a while with a outfit tailored to you. Clothes that make you look stunning in the most modest of ways, leading to everyone else complimenting you. Asra has a critical eye when it comes to fashion and making the love of his life look good.

His goofiest gesture is probably making heart shaped foods for you, this only began after his confession of love (before then he made little animals and flowers from the food he gave you). Its an intricate process, but Asra definitely has the patience.

Once every-so-often Asra will ask if you want to bathe together, there is generally no other reason than he wants to pamper you/feel you close to him. Asra will draw a bath and cradle you in the water, and you’ll both just talk and give each other soft kisses.

When the night is waning and the candles burn low Asra will ask to cuddle in close with yo u and puts his head against your chest listening to the beating of your heart. He doesn’t consider it his anymore, he gave it to you, therefore it is yours. But he hopes the connection between your hearts will always be this strong.

Julian

Julian can be a little distracted when if comes to romantic gestures, big ones get lost in his planning for them. The little romantic gestures Julian gives you have no plans, just him and his complete adoration for you.

It’s like clockwork. Julian is awake as soon as the sun rises and quickly brings you morning coffee/tea/or whatever you favourite morning wake up beverage is. It’s simple and maybe you do or don’t notice it, but it’s always fresh, like he knows exactly when you’ll wake up and makes it just before you do. If you manage to catch him after he leaves it on your bedside table you give him a good morning kiss (he deserves it).

If either of you are out and separated from each other for the day Julianhides lovely little notes in your pockets. Poems, quotes, even simple ‘I love you’’s. One is always there, you save each and every one in a box under your bed and look through them while he’s gone. You plan to one day stuff them all in his coat as both a prank and a grand romantic gesture. He has the same idea, so right now it’s a waiting game to see who gets to it first.

He doesn’t necessarily do it on purpose or even in your presence, but Julian absentmindedly sketches little portraits of you in the margins of his books/scrolls/whatever paper is on hand. He’s committed you to memory and when he realises Julian gets flustered, is it weird that he just does that? After you discover a whole sketchbook of you, you pretend not to know even though you secretly love it. He can show you when he’s ready.

If he’s drunk or sober Julian will shamelessly flirt with you when he knows you need some love. He loves it when you do so back. Most of it is PG, but if you want him to Julian will most certainly compliment you on your finest assets *wink, wink*.  

Anywhere and anytime Julian will just stop, look into your eyes, smile and honestly tell you how much he loves you. It’s probably the most beautiful gesture of love you can think of, its just that pure. 

 Nadia

The moments spent with Nadia would usually be considered mundane to most, but that’s what makes them so pleasant. As a countess and former princess, Nadia doesn’t usually get to enjoy ‘normal’ so the moments spent with you are the best sense of normality that she can get.

Nadia is such a busy bee that by the time you wake up she’s off doing her morning duties, so she (like Julian) leaves you little love notes, usually accompanied by breakfast. The notes are always written in her hand, on scented paper and laid with a beautiful flower. On more than a few occasions her notes have made up mini scavenger hunts, just to keep you on your feet and lead you to where she is in the castle at a later time.

If she can avoid morning duties Nadia will spend time helping you with hair and makeup, she likes making you feel beautiful/handsome/gorgeous and just looking at your face brings a smile to her lips. Her skills always seem to make you look better and you wonder how she’s so good at it.

As anyone would Nadia finds your magical abilities fascinating and loves to watch you work on spells and the like, she also asks about things genuinely interested in what you are doing and how you do it. She thinks possessing such a skill as magic is like an extension of you yourself and she loves all of you (therefore she loves your magic). Given the chance Nadia could watch you work all day, alas palace duties call but she always asks you later in the day how that spell you had been working on went. 

Nadia is forever inviting you on long walks through the palace grounds at the end of her day. There’s nothing more relaxing than walking though the palace grounds and just talking about each other’s days. She’ll always let you talk about your day first, no matter how dull it may have been. She likes to find things out, figure out ways to entertain you while she is busy and plan out activities the two of you can try out together. She also just really likes listening to you, she’s had people talking AT her all day. It’s a nice change of pace to actually have a person to talk to about everything.

Tied in with doing your hair Nadia can’t help but play with your hair,she only usually does it in the privacy of your room but when she does you’re on cloud nine. Something about her hands trailing though your hair is so soothing that it sends you to sleep, which isn’t a problem in itself. The problem is; you fall asleep on her, and Nadia hates waking you up. So she just lies there and accepts her fate with a smile. 

 Muriel

Muriel doesn’t necessarily realise he’s making his little romantic gestures, to him they just feel like a normal part of his day but he’s glad to do them. They make him feel close to you and make him more comfortable with being in a relationship.

Muriel can cook, but he’s spent so long making meals that just state his hunger he forgot food could taste good. Since living with you and learning about you Muriel has discovered he quite likes making your favourite meals, not only because they are tasty but it’s nice seeing the smile on your face when you realise he made the meal just for you. Also you seem to like his way of making your favourites rather than your own.

It’s normal for Muriel to do his own chores around and out of the hut, and although you usually tell him to leave your own messes for you to clean up later Muriel can’t help but get itchy fingers. Doing your chores for you, he thinks he might as well, what’s more he wants to. You’re so busy running the shop, buying nice things for him and just making his life brighter, its only fair to lighten the load.

Even Muriel knows people like flowers, and what’s more you give flowers to the people you love. So Muriel finds flowers everyday and gives them to you, it might just be a single rose or a bundle of forget-me-nott’s but each flower he picks out is carefully chosen and perfect. It took him some time but Muriel soon figured out the perfect combinations of flowers to give to you, sometimes they say things better than he can.

Being the big shy boi he is Muriel remains pretty quiet when the two of you are out and about among other people. Even among your friends he can get pretty uncomfortable when trying to love and dote on you, therefore it’s not uncommon for Muriel to pull you aside to compliment you. It’s easier getting words out when it’s just the two of you and he wants you to know that he does notice things. Like how shiny your hair looks and how well your clothes suit you, it’s not just physical things either. He might mention how kind you are after helping a lost child find their parents or that he just really likes being with you. 

Once he’s gotten used to them being enveloped in a Muriel hug is probably always a great feeling.You don’t actually notice at first but he holds you in that embrace for a little longer than a normal hug (especially when you’re leaving to go on an errand, etc...), when your arms loosen his own take a little longer to do so. He gives you a gentle squeeze and sighs in his head, he wants to hold you longer. Forever, maybe. He’s too afraid to ask though, but when you finally do notice his hesitance and think back on all the times he was the last to let go, it clicks. You can be late opening the shop, as long as Muriel knows that you love him as much as he does you. You both hug each other a little longer. 

 Portia

Portia romantic gestures almost make it seem as if you are married already, her little gestures are comforting and you’re always aware she does them because she always states; ‘I’m doing this because I love you!’ She needs to make sure you know because she loves love, and loves you.

A good meal never goes amiss when it’s with Portia, you know how a lot of people leave the best thing on their plate till last? That’s what Portia does. However she always offers the last bite of her food to you, even if you’re eating the same meal. If you’re in the same room, eating at the same time Portia will lift her fork to your mouth and offer it to you. It’s usually quite funny because she kids around, making silly noises as she puts in your mouth or teasing you by holding it just out of reach.She’s a good cook, Portia’s peach cakes are to die for. 

She’s aware of how much you like her cooking, so when you’re off to work in the shop for the day she will pack you a hearty lunch and send you on your way with a kiss on the cheek. She want’s to make sure you have a balanced meal ready for you when you need it, it helps that she makes it because it’s irresistible! The first time you made a packed lunch for her (because damn this girl works hard, and how does she make the time?) she burst out crying saying how happy she was that you loved her enough to make her lunch. You figured out that that was one of Portia’s romantic gestures that day, now you make packed lunches together. 

Days off with Portia are full of sunshine and relaxation, most of which is spent in her veracious garden tending to the plants and chatting away about your week so far. It’s a peaceful pastime, when the sun is highest in the sky and it becomes too hot to work you and Portia take up residence beneath the maple tree she has growing on the fringes of the garden. There the two of you lay back and feed each other berries/fruit/veg from garden, there’s always something ripe and fresh that tastes like sunshine and rain. It’s got to the point where it’s become a part of your day, where Portia and you just flirt and kiss and enjoy the mundane parts of your lives. It’s her favourite thing to do.

She wouldn’t be Julian’s sister if Portia wasn’t a shameless flirt, she’ll do it anytime, anywhere and in front of anyone. She gets a certain kick out of seeing your cheeks redden, but she’s careful to keep it at a comfortable level for the situation. You wouldn’t think a simple ‘I love you’ could sound so... flirtatious but Portia may just be better at this than her brother.

Even Portia doesn’t realise she’s rubbing your back for no reason until she’s actually doing it. It’s not always a situational thing, but it often happens when your uncomfortable/scared, or when you’re relaxing. It makes the both of you feel better, you’re both together standing by each others side and figuring things out together. She’s glad the two of you can be there together, but she’s still not sure why she does it. After mentioning it to Julian, he says something about how their mother used to do it to the two of them when they were upset. Their mother had always whispered ‘I love you’ as she did so, Portia figured out it was her subconscious way of saying ‘I love you’. It was a strange time when you did it back, because for a moment she felt like she had her mother back. For a moment you made her feel complete. 

Lucio

Lucio’s extravagant, and so are his ‘little’ romantic gestures (it scares you to think what his big romantic gestures must look like). But whatever he does it’s with good intentions that become skewered when he goes over the top. You’re his king/queen, he intends to treat you as such.

One day Lucio, left alone as you tend the shop, thinks back to your conversation about favourite meals. He remembers you saying about a dish you loved but could never find a certain ingredient, so a scheme forms in the back of his mind. How better to express his love for his dearest by making their favourite meal. He debates getting the servants to make it, but... When you come back Lucio is nowhere to be found, you search everywhere and almost pass by the kitchens. There are audible crashes and some swearing, when you step in you find Lucio covered in flour. He’s very embarrassed, but explains that he found the ingredients and wanted to make it himself. He got confused and ended up making a mess instead, you can’t laugh because it’s almost too sweet that he tried. The next day you spend together is teaching Lucio to cook the dish and enjoying the fruits of your labour.

Lucio just so happens to like your face a lot, so he brings in an artist and commissions a portrait of you you. Only problem is he want’s it to be a surprise, but the artist can only paint what he can see and you’re not there. The end result is a culmination of his terribly drawn doodles and the vague descriptions he gave the artist. You’re horrified when you find it in your room. Lucio instantly throws it out and begs you to pose for the artist this time, he just wanted a really nice portrait of you so that even when you’re gone he can see your beautiful face. You insist that he poses with you and you get a much better portrait of you and Lucio.

You often humour Lucio while listening to his stories time and again, and he’s kind of aware that he’s probably told you a story before. He does about 90% of the talking in this relationship, but when you tell him stories he hangs on every word. While you let him ramble non-stop Lucio is always politely asking you to elaborate on things because he wants to hear more! No matter what Lucio has never once told you that he’s 'heard that story before'.He’d be fine with you saying it to him, but he could never do so to you. All he wants is to hang on your every word and see your face shift into different expressions, happiness, sadness, excitement and disgust. He wants to see it all because knowing every part of you as a person makes him happy and love you all the more.

Lucio believes the most romantic thing ever is people dancing together (at a point he thought it was fighting together, but the two are close enough), the way he saw people at his masquerades dance together made him long for the perfect partner. Although Nadia was always a good dancer it never felt natural with her, when you came along he found his true partner. There have since been many times where he has led you into and impromptu slow dance. No matter when, where or who is present, its like a natural part of your lives, Lucio loves it. Twirling and dipping you and making you feel like the centre of the solar system, because to him he is just a planet and you are his radiant sun.

I had a lot of fun writing this, but what I really want is you lovely people to send in requests to my ask box! Don’t be shy, I accept any type of request (fluff, angst, smut, etc...) for any of the main six. Anonymous is on, but if you’d like to request with your handle that would be great!

Lots of love! XOXO 

[jeonsjiddies]

Certain Things (m) | myg

original photo by snowmari on picsart

summary- you were in love with min yoongi, because he was a good person. You never thought he’d feel the same. F2l

rating- explicit 18+

word count- 5869

pairing- yoongi x reader

genre- fluff, smut

Warnings - oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, daddy kink, slight rough sex

Title inspired by Certain Things by James Arthur. <3

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was the dreamiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. 

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was skilled in just about everything 

You did not fall in love with him because of the way his body moved when he danced, almost like telling a story. 

It wasn’t the way he remembered your coffee order or the way he stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. It wasn’t the look of concern in his eyes when you had a rough day. It wasn’t the way he could (almost) always tell what you were thinking. 

No. 

You fell in love with Min Yoongi because he was a genuinely good person. The kind of person who made you want to be better too. 

The way he’d do good things, the way he’d help people, especially when he thought no one was watching. You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many times you’d sat at your window and watched Min Yoongi help an elderly woman carry her groceries up the stairs, or insisted on taking the single mother's trash to the dumpster as she wrangled her child in the other arm. The times he’d fix things the apartment complex neglected to get around to, not even leaving a note. He never asked for any glory. 

The only time Yoongi sought out recognition was with his music.. His kind words and actions often went unnoticed or unappreciated by others. Yoongi didn��t mind that no one noticed, except you did. You noticed everything he did. 

The day Yoongi moved in next door a year ago, you noticed his minty green hair and his contagious, gummy smile. You’d smiled back and welcomed him to the neighborhood, offering to help if he needed it. Yoongi had politely refused your offer, telling you he did not wish to bother you. Hours later when you showed up with freshly baked cookies, he did not refuse those. That was the beginning of your friendship with Yoongi. 

After that, you two were almost inseparable, you were in his apartment or he was in yours. You talked and laughed and watched movies and got to know each other. The few moments you didn’t spend at each other’s side, you found yourself watching Yoongi every chance you got. 

Just last week, you had perched yourself at your window and watched with a fond smile as your neighbor and now best friend comforted a little girl who’d approached him with tearful eyes and scuffed up knees. 

Yoongi looked around for her mother, the single mom with too much on her plate, and when he didn’t find her he scooped the small girl into his arms, and gently distracted her with stories of a princess  he once knew who fell off her bike too. The little girl snuggled into Yoongi’s chest as he walked around looking for her mother, telling her how the princess got a special band aid that made her booboo stop hurting immediately, like magic. 

The mother darted over to Yoongi, spewing out apologies and thank you’s. She’d only turned her back for a moment and her toddler had disappeared. Yoongi shook his head, telling her it was nothing to apologize about and that he always enjoyed the young girls company.  Min Yoongi was, in your opinion, a literal angel. 

You smiled fondly, walking away from the window and stirring the soup you'd begun cooking earlier in the evening.  You often shared your food with Yoongi, knowing that if you didn't, the stubborn idiot would exist on nothing but instant noodles and americano coffee. As you stirred the pot, you let your mind drift off with thoughts of Yoongi. He had texted you late the night before while he was struggling to compose lyrics for his new song.

He sent you voice clips of him rapping verses and asked your opinion on lines for the chorus, and you'd helped him get through his little slump until he was so in the zone he forgot to reply. You'd woken up this morning to an apology text and hugged your phone to your chest, reveling in how sweet he was and thinking it was just as good as a good morning text. You knew it was stupid to pretend these interactions with Yoongi were more than friendly, but sometimes you couldnt help yourself from getting lost in the idea of being his. 

You wanted so badly to wake up to good morning texts from him. You wanted the hugs to last longer. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted to kiss those shiny, plump lips. Feel those veiny hands on your skin. You wanted to stay with him always, every time you parted from him a part of you seemed to dim. It was as if Yoongi was the sun and you were the moon, his warmth and energy reflected off of you and fueled your own.

Your entire life didn't revolve around Yoongi, not in the least. You had other interests and friends and hobbies. But it seemed like lately, he had wiggled his way into your heart so deeply, like a budding rose, the roots of your love for him were ingrained inside of you. Lately he had taken up more and more room in your heart, occupied more and more of your thoughts. You sighed, shaking off the empty feeling inside your chest and scooped the soup into two bowls.

You made your way over to Yoongi's apartment and balanced the soup so that you could knock. Yoongi opened the door a few moments later, wearing only grey sweatpants. Your mouth went dry and your grip on the soup wobbled as you stared at his exposed chest. Yoongi reached out to steady your hands and took the bowls from you, setting them down on the coffee table by the couch.

''Sorry I just got out of the shower. Let me go put a shirt on.'' Yoongi blushed, scurrying down the hallway and leaving you speechless at the entry.

You collected yourself, slowly shutting the door behind you and grabbing two spoons from his kitchen before sitting down on the sofa. Yoongi reappeared, fully clothed. You weren't sure if you were thankful or disappointed.     

''This smells amazing!'' he praised. ''I was just about to make some instant noodles but this is so much better. Thank you!''

''How many times do I have to tell you that you can't survive on instant noodles and coffee?'' you rolled your eyes.

''I don't know how to cook.'' he shrugged.

''I have offered to teach you a million times.'' you threw back at him.

''But if I learned how to cook you wouldn't cook for me anymore.'' he pouted playfully , knocking his shoulder into yours. 

''Big baby.'' you muttered, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. ''What would you do without me?''

''Probably die.'' he laughed. ''You're my best friend, I kind of need you.''

''Awww, Yoongi!'' you hugged him.

''Yeah yeah.'' he laughed, wrapping an arm around you in return. ''Just don't go anywhere, okay?''

''I won't, I promise.'' you grinned. ''Who else is going to feed you?''

''My point exactly.'' he winked, spooning more soup into his mouth and closing his eyes happily. “Ugh. Marry me.” He joked.

“You wish.” You laughed, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. 

You wished. 

You chucked your coat off and threw it haphazardly on the coat rack then flopped onto the couch with a loud groan. You should have called in. You'd woken up late, your alarm didn't go off. You didn't have time to do your makeup if you wanted to shower, which you really needed to. So you'd gone to work looking like a troll, and things only spiraled downhill from there.  

Your boss had called you out in front of everyone at the staff meeting for being late to work, using you as an example for the new attendance point system. Snide remarks were tossed your way from various grumpy people which you attempted to take in stride. Then, in the breakroom you'd spilled coffee all down the front of your peach colored dress. 

You had texted Yoongi about your less than stellar morning and asked if he was having a better day. He talked you through your meltdown, trying to convince you that the universe wasn't out to get you  and the world wasn't cruel and unjust. He'd been the reason you made it through the work day, albeit by the skin of your teeth. Your whole body dragged on the way home and all you wanted was to see Yoongi's smile but he had promised a friend he'd go drinking with them. 

You flung yourself off the couch and changed into a baggy t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. You put on your favorite avocado face mask and relaxed with a lavender candle burning on the coffee table. You'd taken about two deep breaths when you heard soft tapping on your front door.  You whined out loud and got up, padding over to the door and flinging it open.

The poor teenager standing at your door jumped in surprise, almost dropping the pizza he was holding. Eyes wide, he stepped back a bit. Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Sorry. Can I help you?” you asked as sweetly as you could, guilt flooding your chest.

“Large pizza for Y/N Y/L/N? ” he questioned nervously.

“But I didn't order any-” you began to explain before you were cut off.

“Sorry! Sorry I thought I'd be back in time!” Yoongi huffed, jogging up to you and the poor delivery kid. 

Yoongi took some cash out of his wallet and paid the young man before thanking him as he took the pizza and turned to you with a smile. He was also holding a white paper sack you couldn't identify and you shot him a quizzical look.

“Hey there Shrek.” he laughed at your bright green face mask which you had honestly forgotten about. 

You were thankful it hid your blush as you swatted at his arm in protest.

 “I thought you had plans.” you stated, ignoring his comment.

“I cancelled them.” he shrugged, moving past you to enter your apartment and set the pizza down on the coffee table.

“Why?” you asked, shutting the door and following him in.

“Sounded like you needed some cheering up.” Yoongi smiled, opening the paper bag and pulling out your favorite wine.

“Ugh, a man after my own heart.” you joked.

Yoongi just chuckled and uncorked the bottle, walking into your kitchen and pulling two wine glasses from the cabinet like he lived there. He poured you both a glass and sat next to you on the couch.

“I am fully aware that I am going to regret this decision, but I have decided that to cheer you up, we can watch whatever movie you want.” he told you.

Your eyes widened in excitement.

“Any movie I want?” you confirmed, “you won't complain?”

“One time only offer. Whatever movie you want.” he grinned at the childlike response.

“Harvard here we come!” you giggled, snatching up the remote and selecting Legally Blonde.

You glanced over at Yoongi, waiting for a snarky comment. He only gave you a pained smile. You snuggled into the couch with your wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, feeling content and happy. Yoongi had turned the worst day into one of the best, simply by being who he was: kind and thoughtful.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you said softly.

“No need to thank me. That's what friends are for.” he smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulders and leaning in for a quick squeeze. 

Yoongi left his arm around your shoulder while you two watched the movie, and you had never been more comfortable than you were snuggled into Yoongi's side with your wine and pizza and strong leading female character centered movie. With Min Yoongi by your side, maybe the world wasn't so bad after all.

Today was Yoongi’s birthday. He’d gone to lunch with his family the day before and had planned to spend the day with you once he got off work. You looked over at your coffee table, grinning at his gift that you’d wrapped perfectly, even put a pretty bow on top. You’d baked him a cake, which was iced and ready for candles. You opened the drawer, but did not find candles. 

Cursing under your breath, you checked the time before rushing out the door and running over to the small shopping center across the street from your apartment complex. You gave a friendly wave to the cashier, a college aged girl who worked there three days a week. You grabbed candles and a lighter then made your way over, making small talk with her and asking about classes.

“Thank god finals are almost over. They’re killing me.” She whined as you swiped your card. 

“Hang in there, it’s almost over!” You encouraged her and she groaned but laughed.

You made your way back to your apartment complex, thinking about Yoongi and his face when he inevitably saw what you’d bought him. You didn’t notice the clouds turning an angry gray. You did notice however, when the rain immediately started pelting down, drenching you in seconds. You squealed, holding your shopping bag above your head and jogging towards your apartment. 

Suddenly, the rain stopped assaulting you, and you looked up to find Min Yoongi laughing as he held an umbrella over both of your heads. Despite his eyes being the darkest color you’d ever seen, they shone with kindness. 

“Yoongi.” You grinned in surprise, “you’re home early!”

“Yeah, they let me go early for my birthday.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Well let’s party!” You beamed up at him. 

The two of you ascended the staircase and made your way into your apartment. You shrugged off your soaked jacket and hung it up. Yoongi cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I-uh... your shirt.” He mumbled, apples of his cheeks dusted with a light pink flush. 

You looked down, cheeks burning as you realized your white t shirt was soaked through, revealing your lacy pink bra. You squeaked, arms darting out to cover your chest. You disappeared into your room, embarrassment flooding your face as you changed. Reappearing in front of Yoongi fully covered, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” He comforted you with a hand on your shoulder. 

The skin there burned. When you didn’t say anything, Yoongi pulled you into a hug, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his warm chest. You let the warmth of his embrace comfort you for a moment before pulling away and putting the candles in his cake and lighting them before walking it over to him.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Yoongi! Happy birthday to you!” 

Yoongi’s gummy smile graced his lips before he closed his eyes and blew out the candles. 

“What did you wish for?” You asked, leaning in and wiggling your eyebrows. 

“If I tell you it won’t come true!” He chuckled.

You sighed dramatically with a smile and cut the cake into slices, handing him the biggest one. Yoongi took one bite and threw his head back with a groan. 

“This is delicious, Y/N. Thank you so much.” He praised. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you grabbed the neatly wrapped present from beside the couch, holding it out to him. 

“I told you not to buy me anything.” He glared jokingly at you. 

“Just open it.” You giggled. 

Yoongi took his time opening the gift, carefully peeling back the paper in an attempt to keep it whole and make less of a mess for you, thoughtful man that he was. He froze when he saw the box. 

“You didn’t.” He gasped.

Your giddy laughter was your only response. 

“These are... they... theyre too much, Y/N. I can’t accept them.” He sighed regretfully. 

“You can and you will. You deserve something special on your special day! It’s about time someone pays you back for everything you do.” You smiled encouragingly. 

“The cake was more than enough.” He argued, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the box in his lap. 

They were the wireless noise cancelling headphones he’d been drooling over for months, ever since the promo came out on Instagram. He’d been salivating when he showed you the ad for them, and you started picking up a few extra shifts here and there to put back money for them. They were a couple hundred dollars but you would’ve saved up thousands just to see the look that adorned Yoongi’s face in that moment. 

“Thank you... so much. I’ll pay you back for these. I’ll take you to dinner. I’ll-“ he began but you cut him off. 

“Don’t even think about it. Just take them. If you really wanna pay me back, write me a song.” You grinned. 

“I will.” Yoongi promised, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Thank you.” Left his lips in a whisper over and over. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

He pulled back and held you at arms length, eyes trained on your face. His gaze roamed over your features, drinking you in. His eyes searched yours for a moment before his gaze flicked to your lips. You waited with bated breath. 

“Y/N?” Yoongi's voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned quietly, carefully. 

“Please.” 

His hand came up to gently cup your cheek. He angled his head and closed the distance between you. The moment his lips pressed against yours, it felt like coming home. He held you close, and you’d never felt so safe. Your heart hammered in your chest as your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers gently threading through his hair. Yoongi’s arms found purchase on your hips and he pressed himself closer to you, his tongue sneaking out and gliding along your lips. You parted them, and he deepened the kiss. You weren’t aware that your grip on his hair had tightened until Yoongi pulled back, resting his forehead against your own with labored breathing.

“I’m trying really hard to be respectful and not to push you, but you’re making it kinda hard pulling on my hair like that.” he admitted breathlessly. You could feel the thickness of him pressing into you.

“What if I want you to?” you asked quietly, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

Yoongi sucked in a surprised breath, his eyes searching yours almost frantically for a sign of doubt. When he found none, he interlaced his fingers into yours.

“Are you sure?” he pondered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything or anyone.” you admitted, biting down on your lip nervously.

“Is this- Are you- I don’t think I can do this if it’s just a one time thing.” Yoongi sighed remorsefully. 

“I don’t want it to be.” you reply, gently running a hand up and down his arm comfortingly. “Yoongi I want you. In every possible way. You’re my best friend. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while.” 

“I’m in love with you too.” he whispered, like a secret he’d been dying to tell you. “Be mine?”

“Oh Yoongi baby, I’ve always been yours.” you giggled, pulling him in for a tender kiss.

Yoongi kissed you back, slowly. He took his time, exploring your mouth, relishing in the taste of you. You tasted a bit like the cake you’d both consumed not long ago, but also just distinctively...you. Yoongi loved the way you tasted, and he wondered idly if other areas of your body tasted just as sweet.

Gripping you by the hips, Yoongi pulled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you towards your bedroom. Your hands gripped his biceps and he barely had to look where he was going, so familiar with your apartment since he practically lived there. He hoped to become as familiar with your body and how you ticked as he was with everything else about you. You could feel him pressing up against your core as he carried you, the friction causing arousal to pool. 

Yoongi placed you on the mattress gently, his body moving to hover over yours. He gazed down at you with longing in his onyx eyes, but it wasn’t just longing. He yearned for you, needed you, you knew this because you felt it too. The way he looked into your eyes mirrored your own expression. You were so desperately in love with Min Yoongi, and by some miracle, he felt the same way.

“I have dreamt about this moment for so long.” he admitted sheepishly, “I almost can’t believe this is real.”

“Me either. I can’t believe you’re here.” you giggled, letting a hand come up to softly caress his face, then push his hair out of his eyes.

“I’m not going to lie, I thought I was going to have to leave when your shirt was wet and I saw your bra. I didn’t want you to see my hard-on.” he laughed.

You covered your face and giggled in embarrassment, but Yoongi’s hands covered yours and pulled them away from your face, holding them on either side of your head.

“Don’t hide from me. Don’t ever hide any part of yourself from me. You are so beautiful, Y/N. I adore everything about you.” Yoongi cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“Did you know…” he ghosted his lips to the other cheek. “That…” his tender assault moved to your forehead as he placed a kiss to it. “I…” his lips brushed the tip of your nose.  “love you.” he smiled, kissing your lips.

“I love you too, so much.” you  giggled, kissing him back and moving closer to him, his warm embrace cradling you. 

Something shifted, and Yoongi’s kisses got deeper, needier. His body lowered to lay flush against yours, but he was careful not to squish you. His erection pressed firmly into your core as he slowly rutted his hips into yours. A quiet moan left your lips at the swivel of his hips against yours and Yoongi’s kisses began to descend, his lips now working against the skin of your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh. 

His fingers crept up to the hem of your dress, and he tugged gently on it. You lifted yourself, tugging it off and tossing it across the room. Yoongi had seen you in bathing suits that had covered the same amount of skin, but this was different and it had heat flooding your cheeks. You took a deep breath and willed all of your courage and unhooked your bra, letting it slip down your shoulders before tossing it aside as well, leaving you only in your panties. 

Yoongi’s jaw went slack as he stared at your breasts. You wanted to cover them, wanted to hide, but this was Yoongi. You trusted him with every part of you. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he stated in awe.

His head dipped down and his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the nub. Your back arched and your whimpers got louder when he began to suck. His large hand reached up to knead and tweak the other breast. Your body responded immediately, hips bucking up into Yoongi’s. You gripped his shirt and tugged, mumbling “off.” Yoongi obliged, tearing the fabric off and tossing it away in one fluid motion.

Your mouth watered, eyes roaming his ivory skin, the smooth planes of his flat stomach, poofing out just a little. He was perfect. Yoongi’s cheeks were dusted pink again and you leaned up, placing soft kisses to his tummy. Yoongi wound his hands gently in your hair, watery eyes watching you as you worshipped his body the way he deserved. Your lips ghosted over his chest and you could feel his heart racing beneath your touch.

“You’re so perfect.” you cooed.

Yoongi covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, and you grinned up at him. His hands came down to cup your face gently, and you leaned into his touch before urging him backwards until he was lying on his back. You made quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his slacks down and tossing them haphazardly away. You watched his face for a reaction, and he bit his lip to conceal a nervous smile. Your heart fluttered in your chest at how adorable he was. 

Despite the fondness filling your chest, you couldn’t help but feel warmth farther down when your eyes roamed over the tent in Yoongi’s boxers. You reached out and cupped your hand over his hardened member, palming him over his boxers. Yoongi let out a low groan at your actions, his hand gripping at the duvet cover. You slowly pulled the boxers off his body, 

Yoongi’s length sprung free once his boxers were removed and it rested against his stomach, thick, hard, and leaking.  You peppered soft kisses along the vein, bringing a groan out of Yoongi. Your tongue snuck out and cautiously slid across the tip of his penis, and his breath stuttered. You smiled to yourself, then took him in your mouth. Yoongi couldn't tear his eyes away from you, mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock. He'd had a million dreams about this very moment, but none of them compared to the way it felt to have his cock in your mouth. 

It was almost too much for Yoongi, the way you were bobbing your head along his length, twirling your tongue around, massaging his balls with the perfect amount of pressure. It wasn't all sensual, he could see the adoration in your eyes. It made his heart swell with joy.   Other parts of him were swelling as well as he neared his high. His hips involuntarily jerked, apologies tumbling from his reddened lips but you didn't slow down. You wanted to make him feel good, reward him for all the things he did for everyone else.

“Y/N, I..I'm gonna-” Yoongi warned.

You took the opportunity to take him deeper down your throat, swallowing around him. That sent Yoongi over the edge, echoes of your name falling from his lips, his body twitching as he spilled his seed down your throat. Yoongi took a shaky breath and gazed down at you in awe as you licked your lips clean after swallowing his load. 

 “Your turn.” He smiled, guiding you to lay on your back while he settled himself between your thighs, placing teasing kisses along the skin there.

He pulled your panties down your legs and licked his lips at the sight of your soaking cunt presented to him. Yoongi didn’t waste any time, bringing his lips to your folds and letting his tongue dart out to lick at your clit. You gasped, spreading your legs further apart, inviting him in. He slowly slipped one finger in your heat, working it and curling to hit that sweet spot that had you drooling. 

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked before using his tongue to attack the sensitive bundle of nerves. You knew Yoongi could move his tongue quickly based on every rap you’d heard him recite and you’d daydreamed about how that would translate to eating you out but his skills surpassed your imagination and he had you close to cumming in under a minute. He slowly worked more fingers in, stretching your tight hole while he seemed to recite spells on your clit with his tongue. 

No sooner than Yoongi added a third finger, you were careening off the edge, pleasure washing over you and Yoongi worked you through it, drinking up all of your juices and leaving a soft peck on your clit as you came down, which had your body jolting.  He reached down to his jeans and pulled out a condom. 

“Are you still sure about this?” He asked tentatively. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” You said with absolute certainty. 

Yoongi crawled up your body, leaving sweet kisses as he made his way to hover over you until you were face to face.  He bit his plush lip, looking into your eyes with so much longing it almost hurt to return his gaze. He reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, leaving his large hands on your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. You leaned up and captured his lips with your own, and he melted into the kiss, immediately deepening it. His hands travelled down your neck, his fingertips tenderly brushing against the skin of your arms until he found your hands, resting beside your head. He interlaced your fingers together as he finally, finally entered you. 

You gasped into his mouth, squeezing his hand while you focused on the feeling of finally being filled  by the man of your dreams. Yoongi felt perfect inside of you, filling you up perfectly as if he was made for you and you were made for him. He stretched you in all the right ways and feeling him pressed up against your walls had your head spinning. 

'' You okay?'' Yoongi asked, stilling inside of you.

''Yes.'' you whispered breathlessly. ''You feel so good, Yoongi. Please.''

Yoongi began to slowly move inside you, taking his time and making sure not to hurt you. His hips met yours as he bottomed out and he let out a shaky breath, watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort. You smiled up at him, pecking his lips quickly. Yoongi was amazed at how brightly your eyes shined when you looked at him. His thrusts started picking up pace, your soft noises spurring him on. 

The two of you shared sweet kisses as he thrust in and out of your aching heat.  Your noises gradually got louder, the faster his thrusts got. The louder you got, the harder it was for Yoongi to keep his composure. While he'd been picking up the pace, he’d remained fairly gentle, but something in him snapped when you groaned his name, sounding particularly needy as you begged ''more.''

His hips snapped into yours in a harsh thrust , knocking the air from your lungs.  Gone was the sweet love making from moments ago, instead Yoongi was plowing into you with everything he had within him. Everything he'd held back this past year seemed to be pouring out, driving him to fuck you harder, faster. If you thought Yoongi's slow passionate strokes were maddening, you were absolutely ruined by his relentless, unforgiving thrusts.  

Your soft cries of his name were now loud moans, he had you writhing and screaming as he drove you closer to the edge with every brush of your sweet spot. 

''Fuck, you take my cock so well baby. I have dreamed about fucking you like this for so long.'' he growled in your ear, leaving hot, wet kisses along the skin below it.

''Me...me too.'' you whined at a particularly good thrust.

''Hmmm, I bet you have.” he smirked, bringing his hand between your bodies to rub lazy circles on your clit. 

“Did you touch yourself here?” he asked, applying more pressure to your sensitive bud. “Did you play with this pretty pussy thinking about my cock?” 

You nodded, overwhelmed with pleasure while Yoongi played your body like an instrument he'd practiced all his life. He knew exactly where to touch, how to rub, how to bring you to the brink of oblivion with a single stroke of his thumb. He was a damn sex wizard.  

“You're cute, baby girl. But  I need you to tell me. Tell me how desperate you were to feel me inside you. How you thought of me while you fingered yourself.” Yoongi coaxed, bringing one nipple into his mouth and making it impossible for you to think as his tongue rolled over it.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi purred, licking a bold stripe across your hardened nipple, then the other. “Who makes you feel this good?”

 “You.” you moaned, walls clenching around his cock as you got closer to release. This response did not seem to satisfy Yoongi and he shook his head.

“What's my name?” he prodded.

“Yo...Yoongi!” you cried out as he rolled his hips harshly against your own. 

“Close... but you can do better, baby girl. ” his words were muffled by the hickeys he was sucking along your skin.

“Fuck… daddy.” you whimpered.

“What was that princess? Louder.” he commanded.  

“Daddy!” you groaned.

“Cum for daddy.” Yoongi demanded.

And you did. Your orgasm crashed over you, the most intense you had ever experienced before. You body arched off the bed into Yoongis and you let out the most pornographic sound Yoongi had ever heard. Your vision went spotty and your head felt light and your face contorted in pleasure. The combined feeling of your pussy clenching around him and the sounds you were making threw Yoongi over the edge and he came shortly after you, spurts of hot cum filling the condom. Yoongi didn't think he had ever cum this much in his life. He tied the condom and threw it in your trash can.

His savage streak gone, the energy drained out of Yoongi and he fell beside you panting. You looked over to meet his gaze and you both burst into giggles. His arms came to wrap around you to pull you into his chest. You sighed contently and nuzzled into his warmth. He stroked your hair softly, leaving soft kisses anywhere he could reach. You pressed chaste kisses to the skin of his chest, too exhausted to aim for anywhere else.

“I can't believe it took us this long to get here. We're pathetic.” you giggled.

“Better late than never, I suppose.” he grinned. 

“Always a bright side, that's one of the things I love about you.” you admitted with a shy smile.

“Oh?” Yoongi smiled, kissing your blush filled cheeks.

“There's certain things that I adore about you.” you explained. “Like how kind you are, and how determined and focused. How you always treat people with respect. How you scrunch your nose up. God its adorable.”

Yoongi covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, his own cheeks now turning a shade of red.

“I love you too, baby. I love how you take care of me. How your eyes light up when you smile. I love how passionate you are. You’re perfect to me.” Yoongi's voice was low and soft while he confessed. 

You hid your face in his chest, willing your racing heart to calm down, but Yoongi always made your heart race, it seemed to beat only for him.  Soon, exhaustion  got the better of both of you. You drifted to sleep in Yoongi's warm embrace, listening to your favorite sound in the world, his heart. And it beat only for you.