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Master and Padawan

Chapter 2

not much to say except i love all sw ocs, ur honor and i probably could have done a better job at editing

24 BBY

There’s a scowl on Jairo’s face that hasn’t eased since they had left Lateron. Jiya watches her Padawan as his eyes squint every so often and purse his lips, a quirk of his when a scene was replaying in his head.

“Thinking of your Twi’lek pirate again?” Jiya asks, resting her head back, and the hood of her cloak hides her smile. She could nearly hear the way Jairo’s neck cracks as he whips his head around. Her eyes flick towards him in time to see the reddish hue that colors his face as his scowl hardens.

“She is not my pirate,” Jairo insists, crossing his arms. His gaze turns away from his Master and settles to glare out the window. The blur of stars zooms by as the ship flies towards its next destination. With an agitated huff, Jairo uncrosses, then crosses his arms again. “She’s…she’s just a pirate. A lying, conniving, pirate.”

Jiya chuckles lightly. “Yes, with red markings on her lekku,”

“Gold,” Jairo corrects without thought. “Well, a dusty kinda gold-” He cuts off with a sharp inhale, again, the red color comes to his face. “I mean-” He starts, his eyes widening slightly.

“Ah, yes, dusty gold markings. Thank you, my dear Padawan.” Jiya remarks, complacent. And closes her eyes, “Get some rest now. It won’t be long till we reach Xerus,” she adds, adjusting herself more comfortably in the seat. She hears Jairo mumble in agreement, and settle back in his own seat. Jiya listens to his steady breathing, and it's not before long that they become light snores. She opens her eyes and takes a look at him with a fond smile.

Over the years, she had the honor of watching him grow and learn through the Force. While there were some times that Jiya felt she may have taken more than she could handle, Jairo was an exceptional student and young man. One day, he would make an exceptional Jedi as well. Reaching over, she pulls his cloak over him more against the cold of the ship and rests back in her seat.

With a deft movement of her hand, Jiya slips a letter from her pocket. It had been hidden and unopened since she arrived on Lateron. She takes her time in unfolding it, being careful as if it would vanish from her hands with one wrong move. Her sister’s handwriting greet her eyes, and her usual fluid motions were scribbled with obvious excitement.

Dear Jiya,

Do you have any idea how hard it is to try and track you down throughout the galaxy from here in Coruscant?

Jiya smiles, she could nearly hear J’lena’s voice snipping at her. If Jiya was able to, now and then, she’d try and send a secret ping to her siblings. One that only they would know was from her. It was their way of letting each other know that they were safe. J’lena, however, had to take it to another step. The youngest of the Deai siblings dedicated herself to learning as much of the galaxy’s map as she could, piecing each ping she received and deducting where Jiya may end up next. If she was right, Jiya would be greeted on the next planet with a letter.

Many letters were lost in trial and error, but as J’lena grew, so did her skill.

If my guess is right (which it absolutely should be,) you should get this letter on Lateron. At least you’re somewhere Mid Rim this time. The Outer Rim is a pain to find you. Anyway, I need to write this letter quickly, because I have exciting news to share with you! Besides Jayven being announced as heir to Deai Inc, (wow, shocker, surprise)

Jiya rubs her hand over her mouth, stifling back the laugh building in her chest. It was painfully hard to miss the sarcasm in J’lena’s writing. While news of her younger brother becoming heir to their family's legacy was no surprise to any of them, Jiya couldn’t help but remember the forlorn look on his face the last time they spoke in person. As the only son of their father, it was a massive weight he’d have to shoulder at his young age. While his mind was brilliant in engineering, Jiya knew her brother’s heart belonged to flying itself. To be free to fly among and pass all the stars. Jiya sighs inwardly and continues to read

Yay for him. But can you guess who was accepted into the First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant? If you guessed your favorite sister, you’re totally correct! I start in a month's time!

Jiya keeps her smile relaxed, though it’s hard to ignore the proud feeling she had for her sister. J’lena was always the first to offer a hand to help those who were hurt or sick. Being accepted at the First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant was the first step in J’lena being able to continue to help and save lives.

Our parents received the news the way I expected them to. Mother was thrilled but then asked if I had any backup plans, aka engineering (you know the backup heir for the company) OR finding a potential husband so I can be a housewife/stay-at-home mother.

Jiya scoffs lightly, turning the page over.

Father reacted…well. Yeah, dad was dad.

Jac Deai was a businessman. Through and through. Even when it came to his family. Jiya had often wondered if he truly left Corellia to follow after his oldest daughter or to expand his shipbuilding business. The more time passed, the more he threw himself into his work. The secret visits from her family over the years had dwindled, from her parents and siblings to her mother and siblings, and now, just her siblings. Even then, the visits were few and far between. Now, their communication seemed to rely on hastily written letters and codes sent from a distance away.

I’m so excited, Jiya, I don’t even care that he doesn’t care. I’m going to become the best physician. I may not be a Jedi, but I want to protect and save lives just like you. You are my greatest inspiration, and you always will be, Big Sister.

I love you.

Always your Little Sister,

J’lena

Jiya reads over the paragraph again, and again. A slight pain of absence seizes her heart for a moment. She longed to properly congratulate both her siblings, to feel them in her arms as she’d hug them close, and truly let them know how much she adored them and how much they both inspired her to continue to protect the Republic. And most importantly, them.

Folding the letter Jiya tucks it back into her robe. She leans back, looking out the window as the stars continue to fly by. She wished they were going home… but each passing star carried them further and further away.

Jairo rubs his eyes and blinks away the sleep that threatened to overtake him. “Master,” He gets out between yawns. “How much longer till the uh…”

“Prime Minister,” Jiya supplies, keeping her arms folded and eyes on the door before them, she casts her Padawan a slightly disapproving gaze as he goes to yawn again and Jairo instead coughs into his elbow.

“How much longer until the Prime Minster shows up?” Jairo asks shuffling his weight from foot to foot. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand for.

Not only was Xerus a planet known for its long nights, but Jairo now knew it as a planet that lacked any basic courtesy. When they arrived they were hastily escorted into a small and dimly lit room of the royal home and simply told to ‘wait’. However long that would be. Jairo couldn’t help but notice the lack of chairs instantly.

Jiya doesn’t answer right away, her eyes scan over the room for what felt like the hundredth time. Jairo watches her, and subtly copies her motion. Jiya’s brows furrow as they settle back on the door. Something was not right. A small unease had begun to rise in her as she first stepped foot on the planet, and now, that unease grew more with each passing minute. “Jairo, stay close to me at all times.” She says instead.

“But-”

“Jairo.” Jiya looks at him, her tone is gentle but firm. It’s one that Jairo has come to learn not to argue with.

“Yes, Master.” Jairo relents.

It’s then that the door finally opens and the Prime Minister sweeps in, a young woman by his side. Jairo’s eyes catch her’s in an instant. Even in the dimness of the room, he could see her brightly colored irises. A shy smile comes to the young woman’s mouth as she gives a small bow of her head as she’s announced. Jairo’s eyes widen as he realizes Jiya bows more deeply and formally. She’s the princess of Xerus. His bow is awkward, and he nearly tumbles as he goes too far. A soft giggle comes from the princess and a sigh from Jiya.

He barely hears the talk between the Prime Minister and Jiya as he dares a look back at the princess.

“I have never met a Jedi before,” Comes the princess's voice as she wanders up to him. Jairo stands upright, fixing his robes hastily. “You’re quite young,” she points out

“Well I’m not a Jedi,” Jairo begins, seeing the confusion that comes across her face, he quickly explains “not yet exactly, I mean, I’m not a Jedi Knight. I’m still training with my Master.” He says, motioning to Jiya.

The princess looks over to the Prime Minister and Jiya. There’s a solemn look on Jiya’s face as she listens to the man before her. Jairo watches them quietly. His catch onto a chain around the man’s waist, where a pendant dangled. Its hard to make out in the dim room, but he’s able to study its shape and pattern.

A beat of hesitation comes over the princess, and her hand reaches out and gently wraps around Jairo’s. His eyes turn back to her. “You must be careful,” She warns in a whisper. “The creature you’ll be seeking out is dangerous. But the darkness of Xerus hides much more,”

Jairo nods slowly, then pauses. “W-Wait, creature?” He questions. Neither he nor Jiya had been given too much detail on their mission for Xerus. Only that a desperate plea for help had come in and they were the closest to answer. The princess nods, and moves to a chiffonier, opening it, she pulls out a lantern. “What creature?” Jairo asks as she comes back. The princess holds the lantern to him. Jairo carefully takes it.

“This will help in the dark, but it’s not just the creature I think we should be fearful of.” She says worriedly. Her eyes flick to the Prime Minister, Jairo follows her gaze and frowns. The unease Jiya had felt began to rise in him as well.

Xerus was a planet of perpetual night. Sixteen long standard hours of darkness. Without the relief of stars or a moon, Jiya and Jairo moved carefully as they could through the terrain. Jiya raises her comm and dials. “Ma’rci, Lola. Jairo and I are on Xerus…” She begins.

Jairo walks ahead, his gaze carefully taking in as much of the surroundings as he could in. The land turned from flat to a small forest. He squints against the inky blackness before him and holds up the lantern. “Master,” He starts, slowing his steps, looking back to Jiya. “there’s a feeling about off of this that I can’t shake.”

Jiya ends her comm call and looks to Jairo. “That would make two of us,” She admits, coming to his side.

The local village they had left not too long ago did little to provide much help. Many of the people were terrified and standoffish. Not that Jiya and Jairo could blame them. The creature had swept through their town so often and slaughtured countless. No one had come to help. A few blamed the royal family, while some remained loyal to them. Oddly, those who were loyal still, seemed to be the ones that suffered. Jairo had nearly missed the symbol of the Prime Minister carved into some of stone houses.

“Especially with the Prime Minister” He points out, looking at Jiya. It felt more like a suspicious guess on his part. But he had to say something. Jiya doesn’t respond, though a thoughtful look does cross her face, her chin dipping a slight nod.

Their search continues, the woods becoming heavier and thicker. Jiya slows her steps, catching the sight of long claw marks against a wall of stone. Her hand catches Jairo’s shoulder, stilling him. He quickly shines the lantern over the stone wall and heart begins to race. “Master, I think we’re not too-” He begins, a loud screech carries through the air, drowining him out. Jiya barely has a chance to turn before there’s a harsh wind. The lantern falls with a clatter and Jairo’s shout is cut short.

Jiya ignites her lightsaber and looks around. “Jairo?! Jairo!” She calls out. There was no sign of her Padawan. There’s a growl and rustle of trees, and the form of Jairo falls down limply to the ground.

Hidden between the trees, a creature dark and terrible lurks. Jiya catches the red of its glowing eyes, and she can make out one of its giant clawed hand moving for Jairo once more.

“Jairo!” Jiya cries, running towards his fallen body. A flash of indigo flies through the dark, and the creature’s hand falls limply to the ground. Jiya doesn’t flinch as the creature screeches in pain and rages her way. She moves protectively in front of Jairo, and glares steadily into the glowing red eyes before her. Moving her lightsaber in a Jedi-ready stance, Jiya keeps her eyes on the creature for its next move. It’s large, much bigger than the Prime Minister had led her to believe. With the glow of her lightsaber, she can see its giant jaw and many rows of teeth.

The creature lunges and Jiya moves Jairo’s body away with the Force, barely dodging the creature’s attack. She’s able to cut into its side briefly. The creature shrieks and makes a grab at her. Jiya jumps from its grasp, slashing at it once more.

Jairo groans as consciousness return back to him, a hard pounding in his head. Blinking away the haze in his eyes, he rubs his head, feeling a slip of blood from a cut, and winces. The sound of a fight echoes in his ears and through the trees, he sees Jiya’s lightsaber swinging and the form of the creature lunging at her. Jairo forces away the dizziness and ignites his own lightsaber, running toward them. “Master!” He calls

With a roar, the creature swings its thick tail at Jiya. She grunts as her body slams into a tree, the branches breaking and snapping painfully against her back. Her body hits the ground with a thud, and her lightsaber rolls from her grip. Jiya winces, her vision momentarily blurred with agony.

“Jiya!” Jairo yells in warning as the creature makes its way towards her again. “Master, look out!” He shouts, running through the trees. Jiya scrambles back on her hands, the feel of the lantern scrapping against her finger. In a desperate move, Jiya swings the lantern towards it. Hoping for a distraction long enough for Jairo. The creature snorts, backing away suddenly, as if repelled. Jiya hesitates for a moment as confusion comes over her. The creature growls and moves forward tentatively. Jiya grunts, swinging the lantern again.

The creature screeches backing away.

Jairo makes it to her side, standing at the ready with his lightsaber. “What was that?” He questions in astonishment. The creature prowls before them as if barred by an unseen wall. Jiya looks at the lantern then to Jairo

“Your gift from the princess,” Jiya says, holding the object to him, blowing loose thick strands of her hair that had fallen from her braid from out of her face. Jairo takes the lantern, looking over it carefully before stilling at the sight of an all too familiar symbol at the bottom.

The Prime Minister’s symbol. Jairo and Jiya share a look, and then back to the creature.

“There’s something about this symbol that keeps that monster at bay,” Jairo says, turning the lantern over, urging it at the creature. It hisses and turns its head. Jiya winces as she finally stands to her feet.

“This seems like a question only the Prime Minister may be able to answer,” Jiya points out, rolling her shoulders. Holding out her hand, she wills her lightsaber back to her grip.

Jairo snorts, holding up the lantern higher. “But is he willing to is the real question?”

There’s a shap sound of a blater, and the lantern shatters in Jairo’s hands. The Padawan yelps and shakes his hands from the broken glass as suddenly, they’re plunged into total darkness. The safety of the symbol, gone.

The creature looms to its full height.

“Actually, I think we need to run,” Jairo breathes, backing away.

“Excellent thinking,” Jiya agrees turning on her heel.

The creature bellows and gives its prey chase.

Jairo leaps over another fallen tree, his feet hitting the ground running. Jiya ducks under more low hanging branches, racing for the end of the woods. The creature remains relentless, despite its injuries. It large form barrleling through the trees. The pounding of its legs comes closer and closer as it gains on them. Finally, they break past the forests edge. But its no where near far enough from the monster.

Jairo half expects the sound of its jaw ripping into them, but it’s the sound of blasters that comes instead. Skidding to a stop, Jiya and Jairo look back. A familiar starship comes into view as it circles around the creature. The creature stumbles from the blasts. Jiya is able spy Ma’rci’s lithe form jumping from the ship, igniting her lightsaber as she sails through the air, towards the creature. The creature bellows loudly when her lightsaber stabs into its back, tearing through his skin as she slides down. Lola salutes from the cockpit and lands the ship.

“Knight Bouchard!” Jairo cheers, throwing a fist in the air as he watches Ma’rci. From a top the creature, she gives him a smirk and wink, swinging another blow into the beast.

Jiya comes to Lola as he friend walks up. “Glad you got my call,” She says relieved.

Lola smiles to Jiya. “Its a good thing we weren’t too far,” She says. The monster’s arm comes swinging their way. Without missing a beat, Lola holds her hand up, blocking it blow with the Force, before flinging it away.

“Easy there!” Mar’ci’s voice snaps, gripping tightly to the monster’s horned head almost falling from the sudden moment. With another strike of her lightsaber, she’s able to bring it down. Jairo feels the ground shake under his feet at the massive weight falling.

Mar’ci skillfully lands after the collide, twisting her lightsaber, and raises it for the last blow.

In its light, Jairo’s eye catches an imprint against thr creature’s neck. “Wa-wait! Knight Bouchard, don’t kill it!” He exclaims. When Mar’ci hesitates, he’s before the monster, blocking it from any other blow. “Master,” He calls to Jiya, pointing to the mark. Jiya’s eyes furrow as she walks over, the closer she walks, the more realization sets within her.

“Very good eye, Jairo.” Jiya compliments. Lola comes by Mar’ci’s side, curiously inspecting what her friends were seeing. “Lola,” She says, turning to her and Mar’ci “How much weight can your ship pull?”

Mar’ci’s face falls in confusion, “I don’t like the sound of that question,” she remarks, glancing at Lola, then to Jiya, crossing her arms

Lola thinks for a moment, looking back to the monster that laid unconscious. “It can pull enough.”

Mar’ci sighs “Well, this will be a fun trek back to town,”

The confrontation of the Prime Minister went as much as any of them expected.

Sourly.

It seemed a coup of the royal family had been in his plans for years. The monster had been an effective way to turn the citizens against them. His symbol being a way of controlling the beast. A nice trick picked up from a witch. Once confronted, the Prime Minister reacted with his loyal followers attacking the Jedi and taking the princess hostage. Jairo took off after them without a thought.

Jiya sighs, wondering if there was such a thing as a simple mission. Jairo sits still as she finishes wrapping the bandage around his arm, his eyes flicking toward her, then away.

“I’m not mad, Jairo,” Jiya says, answering an unasked question. Her Padawan looks to her, for a moment, she sees a chagrined look in his eyes, before he closes them and nods silently.

Jiya watches him assiduous, her student was never one to be so silent. “You allowed some of your choices to be affected by your emotions,” she points out gently. She doesn’t miss the slight cringe that wrinkles his nose and trains her smile to remain straight. “You care for the Princess,” she adds.

Jairo finally looks at her. “Master, I couldn’t just let him hurt her.” He protests. He winces as he moves his arm. He was lucky that the aim from the Prime Minister’s blaster had missed, unlike the shot he took at their lantern before.

“I know,” Jiya agrees. “And I’m glad that you did not. But Jairo, you need to be careful, look at what happened to you.” She says holding a hand to his arm.

Jairo frowns slightly, “What was I supposed to do?” He questions back. “Just stuff down what I know is right to do? How can we do the right things as Jedi if we ignore what we feel?” He continues in his questioning.

Maybe it was the excitement of everything finally catching up, or the lack of sleep taking its effect on him, but either way, Jairo felt his mind swarm with countless thoughts. Confusion the most rancorous of them all. “Sometimes, I don’t understand…” he says off with a tired groan, burying his face into his hands.

Jiya allows a moment to pass, and waits till his breathing settles.

“Jairo,” Jiya says firmly, gaining his attention

Jiya holds his gaze assuringly. “You saved a life today. Many lives, in fact. Mine included,” She says. Jairo’s shoulders straightened a bit at her words but still, his gaze remained unsure. Jiya sits back. “My family,” she starts, her stomach jumping slightly. “Are the reason I do everything in my power to protect the peace we have,” she says. It feels as though all at once a great weight is both lifted and placed on her shoulders.

Jairo watches her, the familiar softness coming back to his eyes. “Do you still…” He trails off.

“Yes,” Jiya says quickly, not wanting to hear the full question.

Jairo accepts her answer with a subtle nod.

Jiya stands, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is a talk to have after we’ve had more sleep,” She states. “Go talk to the Princess. I’m sure she’d like to thank you and have your company,”

Jairo rises to his feet “But what about-”

“Jairo,” Jiya cuts in, a smile finally coming to her lips, “go before I send you along with the party to take back the monster.”

Jairo pauses. “You know, she did say she wanted to talk. But wouldn’t that be…”

“Talking with a new ‘friend’.” Jiya confirms easily, with a knowing look “Yes.”

Jairo grins slightly. “Thank you, Master.” He says, heading off. “Oh!” He calls, turning and looking to her as he walks backwards. “Better take this time to reply to your letter!”

He’s gone and around the corner before she can respond. Jiya stares after his wake.

Yes, they’d have a talk back on Coruscant and a maybe after whole day of sleep, indeed,

#jiya deai #jairo res #marcie bouchard #lola duchamp #it’s gonna get heavy from here on out

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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this isn’t a request but damn can’t stop daydreaming about how after you’ve been with Adrian for a while he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night without you and vice versa how maybe the first over night mission he does since you two got together he doesn’t realize it until he has to actually sleep and he’s just “oh shit, I can’t” to Chris after non stop talking for half an hour to him pissing him off because no ones getting any sleep, Harcourt would probably hear and when Adrian suddenly realizes it’s because you’re not there either Harcourt or Chris would take Adrians phone and just FaceTime you, give him the phone back and turns out ofc you’re having the same issue but eventually you both manage to sleep while on FaceTime to each other and Adrians clutching his phone close to his cheek :’))) ur honor I’m in LOVE-

oh my god i'm so sorry i know you just said this is not a request but i loved this so much it literally made me sweat so i also did write a little thing to go with it i am simply so sorry please forgive me. i'm putting it in this post as penance because you basically outlined the entire thing i just wrote it

🧜‍♂️

only in my dreams

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 1,086

one-sentence synopsis: adrian can't sleep without you, and the 11th street kids would've killed him for it, if emilia didn't figure things out in time to save you both.

author's note: i'm sorry i can't stop writing ofmd fic so i wrote this little drabble as a SWEET LITTLE TREAT for you all because ilysm and also adrian and i want him to hold me. oh my god wait should i write a pirate au. okay wait should i

>>> read on ao3! <<<

"Do you think birds hear like we do, or does everything sound different since they don't have ears?" Adrian asks the room at large.

Chris groans loudly, grabbing a pillow from the edge of his bed and whipping it in Adrian's direction.

"Hey!" John exclaims. "Watch it, dickhead—"

"Sorry," Chris replies. He buries himself back in his remaining pillow and says, "I was trying to get Adrian to shut the fuck up—"

"I don't know why you're all so tired," Adrian says. Chris can hear the springs of his mattress creaking slightly as he shifts around in bed, twisting restlessly.

"Maybe because we've been up for over twenty-four hours," Leota mumbles into her own pillow. "I don't know why you're not tired."

"I dunno," Adrian replies. "I'm just not. Maybe I'm built different."

"Go the fuck to sleep," Emilia snaps from her bed. It's the first overnight mission she's had to bring the team on in a few months, and she really didn't think having them all sleep in one room during the stakeout part of the op was going to cause any issues.

She'd forgotten to account for Adrian being Adrian— though, he's never had this problem before. If anything, he'll occasionally fall asleep in the wrong place and be too difficult to wake up. He is consistently chatty, but not usually at night. This isn't a typical issue for him, and definitely not one Emilia had been anticipating.

Her phone buzzes. With a furrowed brow, Emilia reaches for it, turning it over to read her text messages.

When she sees she has a text from you, she frowns slightly, checking the time. It's nearly three in the morning; you should be asleep, too. You would be joining the op in two days' time; you were the one who had been selected (in that you lost the rock-paper-scissors tournament the 11th Street Kids had held) to go and retrieve the weaponry needed at the tail end of the mission. There's no reason you should be awake; you have a long day ahead of you, and a flight tomorrow night. There's not a lot of sleep in your future.

Still, you've inexplicably sent Emilia a text that says, do you think i could teach myself how to raise chickens using youtube videos?, despite the fact that it's not yet dawn. All of you should be asleep.

"Hey," Adrian says, across the room the team's all sharing. "Are spices all just, like, grown that way? Or are some of them invented? Like, can a spice be made up, or—"

"Oh, my fucking God," Chris shouts. "Shut up, Adrian!"

Emilia squints through the darkness at him, starting to put two and two together. She’s not the one in charge of this little unit now for no reason; she’s smart, for one thing, and a quick thinker, for another.

She also acts fast, and she’s already sighing, starting to climb out of bed, the springs creaking as she stands.

“What now?” Leota demands.

“Get back in bed, Adrian, or I swear to fuck—” Chris starts to threaten.

“It’s me this time,” Emilia says, and he goes quiet immediately. She pads through the darkness to Adrian’s bed, snatching his phone off the charger beside him, swiping to turn it on.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Adrian demands, sitting up blearily, grabbing for his glasses to shove them back on. “How do you know my passcode?”

“Because I know (Y/N)’s birthday,” Emilia tells him. She taps the button to video call you; you pick up within a second. “Hi there.”

“You’re not Adrian,” you say, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emilia immediately responds. “Relax, God. The two of you. Why the fuck are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” you answer simply.

“Yeah, well, neither can he,” Emilia says, and passes the phone down to Adrian in bed. The light glowing on his face from the phone is just enough to illuminate him for you, his features lit by a dim blue.

“Hi,” Adrian says, tugging the phone in close. “What, you can’t sleep?”

“I messaged you, but you didn’t respond,” you tell him.

“I put my phone on to charge!” Adrian exclaims. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were trying to sleep, I thought I’d keep you up when you needed rest!”

“No, I can’t even sleep,” you respond. “I—” “Oh, my God, Emilia, you made it ten times worse,” Chris complains, tossing backwards into bed again. Emilia climbs into her own bed, ignoring them all completely, pulling her pillow over her head.

“Shut up and just— look at each other or something,” John instructs you and Adrian. “Or I swear to God— to God— I will destroy that phone myself.”

“I’d like to see—”

“I’ll help,” Chris agrees.

“Alright, sorry, fine,” Adrian says quickly.

“Sorry!” you call through the phone, too.

There’s a long moment of silence, then.

It takes a little bit, but— really not that long. After a couple of minutes, Emilia starts hearing Adrian and you whispering to each other. You’re keeping your voices low, though, and she can barely hear you both, so she’s not all that bothered, now. Especially since Adrian isn’t talking directly to anyone else in the room anymore, but only to you. There’s just mumbling, for a while. She hears the occasional laugh.

Emilia falls asleep before you and Adrian do, she thinks, but when she wakes up in the morning, the first one to rise, she finds Adrian asleep with his phone still gripped tightly in his hand, the warm screen pressed to his cheek. There’s nothing visible on the camera, but the call is still going, from what Emilia can see, and—

—When she looks closer, she thinks she can see kind of a smudge in the corner, and she thinks you might’ve done exactly the same thing. Sighing to herself, unable to not smile, just a little bit, she takes the phone and plugs it in before giving it back. She knows, if she doesn’t, she’ll hear about it later when the two of you would be unable to text each other all day.

Giving it back, Adrian brings the phone back to his cheek, tucking into it, hands and arms pulling up around it like he’s trying to hold you, though you’re not there. As if in response, you mumble something on the other line, though Emilia can’t make out the words as she buries back into her pillow to sleep a little while longer.

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noodle-anime · 2 years

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i'm trying word of honor and it is DERANGED i'm having a great time

literally the worst sword fight i've ever seen

dramatic stripping while hallucinating the dead ex-boyfriend

multiple political deaths

my guy is coughing blood and only has two years to live

the sets, costumes, and wigs are INCREDIBLY elaborate and actually quite good i think

it's only been half an hour!

this is an action telenovela, that's what's going on

oh also he paints

everybody quotes poetry that i'm sure has great significance but i do not understand that reference

ah i think he's been exiled possibly?

now he's doing the mission impossible mask. my guy how am i supposed to keep track of who's who i just got here

they spend their whole budget on styrofoam rocks and funny hats and the fight scenes are just disconnected slow motion shots of people flailing

the way you identify a ghost is 1. funny hat 2. lipstick 3. red eyeliner 3. other assorted makeup/hair looks

TIME SKIP. MY GUY I JUST GOT HERE, SLOW DOWN.

where do they get these sets??? this is a whole street

SLOW PAN UP THE TEACUP AND GENTLY FLAPPING FAN LADIES AND GENTS LOVE INTEREST IDENTIFIED

ah this girly is cute ur honor

oh she's got a WHIP. nice.

what i assume is supposed to be a teenager out getting pastries for mom: oh! a random guy who sits on the side of the road drinking and knows some martial arts! here's my business card, come stay at my house

my guy: tanned, fit, lies on the street drinking, knows martial arts, unkempt but otherwise just A Dude

everyone he meets: obviously this man is dying

i mean he IS dying but how do you know??? he just coughed. once. maybe it was a gnat. it wasn't even a big cough it was just a little cough. do regular people not cough.

Aaaaaaah good old magic sword man flight aka t-posing to assert dominance over gravity

Magic sword man fighting style two: spinning!

oooh he's got one of them bendy swords

BOAT CABBIE HAS SWORDS!!! GO GET EM DUDE!

cabbie man, dying: pay your fucking tab

cabbie man: in place of silver i will accept you adopting this random child. if you don't i'll turn your bones into soup.

love interest: if you do martial arts in front of me i'll show up to fight you at random, compliment your fighting and your face, and make meaningful intense eye contact with you

"here, eat my dinner. c'mon. c'mon. I'm complimenting you with poetry. eat my bread on a stick."

there is something Deeply Wrong with this love interest 😁

"Look at me aren't I so impressive reciting poetry for you?! I'm handsome and dramatic pay attention to me"

Oh we have a SAVAGE grandma on the scene

"No don't leeeeeeaaaaaave come on a road trip with meeeeeeee"

*wheezing* "you don't understand he's pretty and smart and has nice shoulders I can't NOT fuck him"

EVIL STRING! EVIL STRING!

"I put on a new outfiiiiiiit and I'm sitting prettily next to the road with tea! Randomly! Come sit with me! Oh youre at the river let me recite poetry for you! Wait where are you going come back"

THERE IS NO ROOM IN THIS IN BC SURPRISE! I BOUGHT THE INN

Oh noooo there's only one presidential suite we'll have to share! Oh no!

Oh is he a ghost???? I want to know your secrets stalker man

AHA HE IS HE'S CRACKING THE WALNUTS LIKE THE GHOST DUDE

New fighting style unlocked: smack them in the face with a wet rag

HE HAS THE CONSUMPTION

"Oh mercy me I'm just minding my own business playing romantic flute music on my boat with a famous chef passing by your location for 😊 no 😊 reason 😘"

Has this man ever actually managed to have a drink in his gourd or does he just pull it out to shake upside down when people are trying to make eye contact with him

He done killed a man with a ham hock

Join me in my stalking ways, child, if we both rope him he can't get away!

and that's where i'm stopping for now :)

#word of honor #anime in progress #seems to be my liveblog tag???#and i think i should have a separate tag for non-anime let's call it #anime adjacents #let's use #noodle watches #for actual liveblog posts

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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The One with the Confessions

summary -> bucky comes back from mission with a girl on his arm and little rogers struggles to with their feelings -> read the one with the necklace first!

words -> 3.9k

warnings -> rogers!reader (no physical description used), nicknames (sweet girl/ little rogers / kid) cursing, bucky being an idiot, happy ending! not beta’d

notes -> not to get sappy on the fic notes but i love love love when u guys call me tee in ur comments. it makes me so mushy and soft 🥺

— ➶ —

You’ve got flowers held tightly in your shaking hands. There are nerves fluttering through you at the thought of telling Bucky that you felt the same way for him.

He’ll get back from the mission soon. And he’ll come into the kitchen with a bright smile and a hug while murmuring the words, ‘missed you, sweet girl.’

You felt warm thinking about it. Butterflies and sweaty palms at the idea of his face lighting up when you tell him about how you feel.

You notice her first. A little too close for a friend as she and Bucky walk down the hall towards the elevator. Your heart plummets to the pit of your stomach at the sight.

“Fuck.” You murmur in a complete shock. “Fuck. Fuck.” You drop the flowers in the trash can next to you and turn to run and hide in your room.

Bucky sees you though. “Hey! Little Rogers!” You flinch at the nickname, but turn around slowly with a forced smile. He grins widely and pulls you into a gentle hug.

“Hey! Welcome home.” You try to sound excited, but it comes out in a cracked voice.

He doesn’t seem to notice though, turning to the woman by his side with a smile. “This is Cat. She was one of the agents on the mission with me.”

“Nice to meet you.” You grimace. Bucky’s hand lands on her lower back and suddenly you feel nauseous. Steve steps into the room, finally taking Bucky’s attention away from you.

His eyes snap to yours when he notices the woman, Cat, standing next to Bucky. “I’ve got to go.” You take a stumbling step away from Bucky, who reaches out with concerned eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to ask what’s wrong, but you turn your back on him and rush out of the room.

You let out a shaky breath when you hear Bucky’s call of your name, but don’t turn back to look at him. Bucky was home. Bucky was home and you loved him. Bucky was home, you loved him and he suddenly had a new girlfriend.

“Hold on.” Steve follows after you. His hand wraps around your arm but you shake him off. “C’mon, kid. Just wait-”

You whip around so fast Steve takes a step back. “Just leave me alone.” You hiss.

“Just take a deep breath.” Steve urges in a gentle tone.

It only angers you more. “He’s desperately in love with you. Please don’t break his heart.” You repeat sarcastically. “If you had just kept your mouth shut I would be fine right now.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Steve’s eyes are filled with pity as he stares down at you. Suddenly, you feel six again, crying over the mean boy at school while Steve comforts you. “I think it still would have hurt to see him with her because I think you’ve always loved Bucky. You just didn’t know it.”

The tears you had tried so hard to keep at bay slide down your cheeks as you listen to Steve talk. You’re reminded of Bucky, who at nine years old would see you crying over a mean boy and made it his job to be your protector. Bucky, who when a boy had made a snide comment about your chest, defended your honor.

Your mind is just flashes of Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. You know Steve is right. You’ve always adored Bucky. You remember when his relationship with Dot had sent you into a jealous fit of rage which Rebecca had made fun of your for and Bucky had been confused over. You had lied and said something about missing one of your best friends and he had believed it.

But now, as adults in a modern age, you knew you loved him. Wholeheartedly loved him, more than an infatuation over your brother’s best friend, and true to your core. He knew things about you even Steve and Nat didn’t. He was a part of you, and you loved him.

You always had.

“I have to...” Your body shakes as you struggle to breathe. “I need to go.”

➶

“What a fucking idiot.” You mutter as you take another sip of your drink. The alcohol burns your throat and you hate it, but that doesn’t stop you. “Thinking Steve was right. That Bucky loved me.” You spit the word out in a venomous tone. “Bucky loves Cat. Pretty, perfect Cat.”

“Bucky wants to fuck Cat.” Natasha pulls the glass out of you grip with pursed lips. “Bucky doesn’t love her. Bucky loves you.”

You look at her entirely unamused. “If Bucky loved me, why would he want to fuck to Cat?” You ask deadpan.

“Because Bucky doesn’t know you love him too.” She explains slowly as if she’s talking a child. The words make your lips curl in disgust.

Bucky didn’t love you.

Your eyes narrow. “And he never will, because I’m over him.”

“Over him?” Natasha snorts and you give an affronted look. “After a week, you’re over the all consuming love of your life?”

“Yes.” You sit up straighter when you notice the man over her shoulder staring at you with interest. “Over Bucky, under him.” You grin at the man and offer a flirty wave.

Natasha yanks your hand down and gives you a warning stare. “No. No way. You’re too drunk.”

“I’ve barely had two drinks!” You roll your eyes at her worry. “Besides, I’m just gonna talk to him. Let him buy me a drink or two. Not go home with the guy.”

She looks hesitant, but you’re already standing up to leave. “Fine. Fine. Stay in my line of sight and we’re leaving together.” She says firmly and you nod.

When you make it the man’s side, he’s already called the bartender over, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You nod with a smile. “That would be great.” I can get over Bucky, you think, I can. But when the man looks down at you with brown eyes and you notice his blonde hair all you can think of is how he doesn’t compare to Bucky.

➶

You awake with a headache and in Natasha’s bed. “God. I feel like shit.” You groan, rubbing circles into your temple.

She glances at you over her shoulder as she digs through the closet. “You look it too.” She smirks at your glare. “You were a monster last night, you deserve it.”

“What did I do?” You squeezes your eyes shut in an attempt to remember anything after the first drink the man had bought you. “I can’t remember a thing.”

Natasha shrugs. “I dragged you away when you started ranting about Bucky to the second guy. All I know is you had a few too many glasses of wine and went on a Bucky tangent not even two minutes into your conversation.”

You feel an embarrassed heat rush up your neck to your cheeks at the picture Nat’s painted. “That’s humiliating.”

Before she can respond, there’s a knock on the door. “It’s open!” Nat calls out before pulling a sweater on from her closet and grabbing a hold of her phone.

“Hey, Nat.” Bucky’s voice makes your eyes snap open as you sit up quickly. “Hey, sweet girl.” He smiles gently at you as he walks into the room.

“Bucky.” Nat smiles. “Thanks for bring the Advil.” You notice the bottle in his right hand and a glass of water clenched in the vibranium one.

He shrugs and moves to sit beside you on the bed. “Anything for little Rogers.”

“I hate when you call me that.” You roll your eyes, bur accept the glass and two pills he’s holding out.

Bucky smirks as he places the bottle on Nat’s bedside table. “Everyone else calls you it.” He points out.

“Yeah, well.” You look down at your hands with a nervous smile. “You’re not everyone else. You’ve always called me…” You trail off suddenly embarrassed by how much you care.

Bucky smiles easily though, his hand coming up to wipe away some smudged makeup. Your cheek burns at his touch. “Yeah, yeah.” He settles beside you on the bed. “What do you want to do today?”

“Stay in bed.” You smile up at him softly, your head resting on his shoulder. “Nap.”

Your eyes slide shut as Bucky pulls his phone out to kill time. You don’t think anything of it, your breaths already evening out a little with how tired you are. It’s easy to be with Bucky. All your inner turmoil over him disappears as you relish in his warmth and attention for the first time in a week.

“Fun night?” Bucky chuckles as he scrolls through his phone. You open your eyes and look up at him in confusion. Bucky tilts the phone so you can see his call list.

Your heart races when you notice your name in red. You had called Bucky three times. You had even left-

“A voicemail too.”

Your head starts to pound as memories of last night night come rushing back all at once.

“You know what, you’re right.” You slur. The man, Rick? Dick? Nick? watches you in pity filled confusion as you pull your cellphone out. “I don’t need him.”

“No. Bucky. Don’t-“

He presses play with a laugh.

“I’m gonna call him. Tell him just how over him I am.” You press Bucky’s contact. It rings and goes to voicemail. You groan and try him again.

Still no answer.

“Bucky Barnes.” You words kind of melt together through speaker of his phone and Bucky can immediately tell you were drunk. “I-

“-need to say something to you.” You grin proudly at the man who looks beyond uncomfortable with the situation. “About the necklace. And the feelings.”

Bucky looks at you with a confused grin. “Bucky please delete this.” You reach for the phone, but he pulls it away with a laugh.

“Please. Please.” You plead with him desperately. “Hang up the phone.”

He pulls the phone to his ear so you can no longer hear which part of the voicemail he’s on. Your heart is thundering in your chest as you feel humiliation wash over you.

“You can have it back. Give it to pretty Cat.” You toy with the pendant sitting against you chest. “Because I am over you. I. am. over. you.” You say slowly and as clear as you can. “And I’m here with Rick-“

“-Nick.” The man interjects and you nod.

“Nick. Who thinks I’m pretty and wants to be with me. So, don’t you worry Bucky Barnes. I’m over you and you can be with pretty, perfect Cat.”

Bucky’s eyes meet yours in panicked confusion. “You’re… You’re over me?” He asks as he slowly pulls his cell phone away from his ear.

“Oh, God.” You murmur, rubbing a hand over your face in embarrassment. “Bucky…”

He shakes his head, a hurt smile on his face like he can’t quite comprehend how he’s supposed to feel about this knowledge. “When were you… When were you under me?” He flinches and your feel tears spring fo your eyes.

“Oh god.” You murmur, unable to say anything else to the man in front of you. You can see it, your entire friendship flushing down the drain. “Oh God. Oh God.”

You pace the opposite side of the room, too caught up in your own humiliation to try and read Bucky. “Hey.” Bucky takes a step towards you, your name slipping from his mouth firmly. It makes you freeze. “What is… Do you…”

“Okay.” You look at him anxiously. “Okay. Okay. Lately, I’ve been having feelings, romantic feelings, for you.” You rush out nervously.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he rushes towards you, but freezes when he’s a foot away. “You… You have feelings for me?” He crashes a finger into his own chest at the question.

“Yes.” At his silence you begin to panic. “So what? I mean, you had feelings for me first.”

Bucky takes a shocked step back, his arm outstretched as if to pacify you. “Woah. You know about… I mean… You know?” He stutters out his cheeks are red and yours are hot to the touch both out of awkward embarrassment.

“Steve told me.” You say softly. There’s a little guilt at ratting your older brother out, but so much was already out in the open, he was just collateral damage.

Bucky frowns. “Steve told you.” He stares and you nod. “When did he tell you?”

“When you were in Europe…” You look down at your feet. “Hanging out with Cat.”

“Europe. Cat.” Bucky looks down at his hands in complete disbelief. “I need to… Cat. Europe.” He begins pacing the room nervously.

You see the thoughts running through his mind at a million miles per minute until he stops right in front of you again. “Now what? Now you’re over me?” He ask softly a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“Are you over me?” You meet his eyes, sure he can see the emotions swirling in yours.

It’s silent, the two of you staring at one another as you both try to process the situation, until a phone ringing breaks it.

“That’s… That’s Cat.” Bucky steps away like you’ve burned him. “And we have plans. To… To go to the museum.”

Your heart feels like it’s been ripped in half. “You’re… You’re going?”

“I have to. I can’t… I can’t deal with this right now.” His arms flail around clumsily in front of him as he shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and moves towards the bedroom door.

He stops in front of you and for a moment you think he’ll stay. That he’ll kiss you and tell you he has feelings for you, that he still does.

“I have to…” He trails off, moving past you quickly. “Bye.”

The door slams shut behind him.

You’re left with a broken heart.

➶

“Who does he think he is?” You mutter angrily as Steve sits on your bed watching you move around your room with amused eyes. “Asking me all those things then leaving?”

Obviously you weren’t over Bucky, you had just figured out your true feelings for him, but his abrupt exit has left you with the sting of rejection. Even worse, you knew if Bucky didn’t want to be with you anymore, he would still try to be friends.

He was a good man. A good man who would try his best to appease everyone he cared about, even if it meant pretending you hadn’t destroyed everything he thought he knew.

You pause in the center of you room suddenly exhausted. “I ruined everything.” You complain to Steve. Then you point a finger at him in accusation. “You ruined everything.

Steve snorts. “I’m not the one who got drunk and called Bucky about how over him I am.”

“I wouldn’t have been getting drunk if someone hadn’t blurted out their best friend’s secret at my birthday.” You look up at him through the mirror with narrowed eyes. “None of this would have ever happened if you had just shut up.”

“Do you honestly believe that?” Steve asks softly. “That you would have never realized how you felt?”

You open your mouth to lie to him ready to adamantly proclaim how you would have never realized despite knowing it’s untrue. A knock at the door stops you.

“Come in.” You call out, straightening your back out when Bucky opens the door. He looks between you and Steve with conflicted eyes and you can already feel your nerves building up. “H…Hey! What are you… I thought you were gonna be at the museum all day.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I couldn’t… I didn’t go.” He admits sheepishly. Steve looks between you two before making an awkward exit with a fake excuse about helping Sam with something. Bucky shuts the door behind him before turning to look at you again.

You can only muster a quiet, “oh,” at his admission. “That’s… Why not?”

“Why do you think?” Bucky glares. “Because… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the voicemail. About that stupid look and the stupid question.” He takes on agitated tone as his hands move jerkily in front of him.

You suck in a deep breath. “Bucky, I-“

“No!” He cuts you off. “No! You had no right to tell me you had feelings for me.”

Your heart shatters. “What?” You ask dejectedly scrambling to try and figure out what he meant by that.

“I was doing good. Okay?” Bucky runs a hand through his hair. The short hair cut is new and you can tell Bucky is expecting the feeling of tightly cut hair. “I was just fine with Cat before you told me.”

You cross you arms over your chest like a shield. “I was too! I was doing great before I found out about you.” Tears burn the lower rim of your eye as you stare heatedly at Bucky. “Do you think this is easy? Seeing you with her?”

“You should of said something before I left!”

“I didn’t know then!” You yell defensively. “And why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“There was never a good time. There was never…” His voice lowers as he trails off and you scoff.

“Right! We only live in the same building, have known each other since the twenties and hang out every day.” You snarl sarcastically.

Bucky swallows thickly, his angry tone dying the more he talks. “Not… Not every day.” He defends half-assed. “God, it’s not like I didn’t try. Something always came up, missions… Missions.” Bucky sounds defeated.

“Bucky,” you sigh, “We go on missions together most of time! What’s your point here?”

“My point is I don’t have time for this… That it’s too late and I’m with somebody else now.” Your eyebrows crease at you stare him obviously unsure of his own words. “I’m… You should’ve said something.”

You give him a sad smile. “You should’ve too.” It’s silent as the realization washes over both of you. “So…So, what now? We just pretend these feelings don’t exist? Pack them up and put them in the attic?”

Bucky nods. “I’ve been doing it since the forties. I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.” Your mouth falls open in shock as Bucky moves to get around you again.

“You don’t get to say that then leave.” Your hand wraps around his wrist in an attempt to stop him, but Bucky’s able to easily step away. “Bucky. Please, we can’t leave things like this.”

“I don’t know what to do here.” He finally admits. You know he’s not torn between loving two people, but torn between hurting someone he didn’t mean to and taking the risk on you.

Your hand wraps around his forearm, tight enough Bucky is forced to stop. Maybe his back being turned makes you brave. “I love you and I won’t beg for you to choose me, Bucky.”

His shoulders drop and you let go of his arm despite his hand still being wrapped around the door knob. “So, I’ll only ask once. Stay here with me. I know that these feelings are new to me and that may scare you, but I think I’ve always felt them, Buck. I think that we can be really fucking good together if you give us a chance.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder. You stare with hopeful eyes and baited breath knowing that if he says no or walks out on you, that’s it.

You weren’t going to beg for a chance despite how strongly you felt for him. You knew you deserved better than that, so you were giving him this chance and hoping he took it. Because it would be really great if he did. You think of warm embraces and sweet nicknames that make your cheeks hot. Bucky would be a wonderful partner.

“I’ve loved you since I was twenty-six and a dumb guy looking for something right with the world in the middle of all this hurt.” Bucky starts quietly. He turns to face you fully. Your heart starts racing. “You were convinced you could take on these asshole kids who were picking on Steve, in your skirt and everything.”

You know exactly what day he’s talking about. You didn’t get involved in Steve’s fights often, he said he worried since your mother and you didn’t want to worry him more, but you couldn’t just stand by that day.

They had been awful. Men bigger and stronger and downright cruel as they belittled Steve. You couldn’t - wouldn’t - stand by.

“And…And you jumped on this guys back, had to be at least six feet tall, and started pounding on him. I almost laughed when I saw the scene, but I really could only watch you in awe.” Bucky looks down at his metal fingers with a private smile. When he looks back up his eyes are bright and full of something so wonderful your chest almost bursts with happiness.

Love. “I think I fell in love with you right then. I couldn’t tell you though, not with me going to war. Not when the chances of me coming back were slim.” He shakes his head. “Then… The fog cleared up and I started piecing things back together. I went to the museum. I couldn’t find anything about you other than that you were his sister.”

“They don’t typically want to commemorate assassins.” You pipe up sadly. “Steve tried… When I escaped and found him. The sister thing was added because of him.”

Bucky shakes his head. “But I knew you existed and I wanted to… I had to know what happened to you. If you got married, had kids, when you died.”

“Must have been a shock to see me breathing then.” You say quietly. Warmth is bubbling in your chest as he tells his story quietly. Part of you wants to just kiss him, but you knew Bucky, and you knew he wanted you know the depth of his feelings.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “it was. I knew I wasn’t the same. And I knew you weren’t. I loved you, but I wasn’t in love with you anymore.” He explains softly. “But you were the only person who understood. What it was like to be someone you’re not. What it was like to be haunted by the things you’ve done. And the only one who I trusted enough to talk to. You became my safe space and I fell in love with you all over again. The pieces of you I recognized, the ones I didn’t. I love you.”

His hand comes up you rest on your cheek. Vibranium against flesh as he looks down at you with soft eyes. “And if you begged or wallowed you wouldn’t be the girl I fell in love with cause she’s too good for that. She’s too good for me.”

Your lips part in a breath. “Are you gonna kiss me now?” You whisper, your head already tilted towards him.

Bucky kisses you softly in response. It’s too smiley to be anything but messy but it leaves you breathless anyways. And as Bucky presses kiss after kiss to your lips, cheeks, forehead, jaw and back, all you can think of is how this was meant to be.

You and Bucky were timeless. Meant for each other no matter the decade. You had adored him then. You loved him now. You would love him in the future.

— ➶ —

notes -> i truly, truly hope i gave you all what you hoped! i know in friends ross and rachel go through much more turmoil before they end up together, but i just don’t see that with bucky and the reader. i felt this fit their story so much better.

i have some ideas, like their first time, proposal, fights and so on, if that’s something you would be interested in let me know! i just think this would be a fun, non-committal series to maintain to offer breaks in between longer fics i write!

#james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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requesting once again bc i love ur writing :) “I always address you by your title or surname but you’re in peril so I lose my cool and call you by your first name” with erestor x elronds daughter!reader pls 🥺

Erestor watched you, the daughter of his lord and his apprentice join your twin brothers in combat training.

He wasn’t too pleased in hearing how you wanted to skip today’s work within his study and go off gallivanting, that’s at least how the ever grumpy elf put it.

You called it something else:

“Master Erestor, I would like to spend the afternoon with my brothers.”

“Is that really necessary, m’lady?”

“My brothers will leave on patrol soon, I think they will be out hunting too. I would really like to spend time with them before they leave, please, Master Erestor.”

Erestor was forced to let you go for the afternoon, especially after your father suggested it was good idea too.

The ellon glared as you laughed in your attempt to try and swing the sword.

You seemed to be having a whole lot more fun than the afternoons in the library alongside himself.

When he made you his apprentice, he had hoped to spend more time with you.

The lingering gazes and soft small smiles was starting to give away what he felt for you.

So in making you his apprentice, no one could suspect how the ellon had fallen for his lord’s daughter.

“M’lady, if you may accept, I would like to make you my apprentice in seeing how much you love learning and gaining as much as myself.”

“I would be honored, kind councilor.”

Some days he was beating himself up for it, for falling for a young elleth; you.

Other days, he was too entranced by your kindness and beauty to even let anything ruin his time with you.

Yes, you may have only spoken about the work related topics and history.

But the ellon enjoyed hearing your opinions on anything and every thing.

Hearing you speak and voicing your ideas so passionately, he had grown very fond of it.

He longed to hear what you had to say every day and fill his hears with a melody like no other in this world.

But today he was forced not to and it left the ellon more grumpy and snappy than usual.

So much that someone left his study in tears only moments before, so he found himself here.

Where he could watch you and calm the fire burning inside him.

Why couldn’t combat training with your brothers be in the morning, rather than leave him alone to make this evening miserable; he was forced to yearn for you.

Erestor scowled looking out into the fields.

Maybe he should suggest combat training with you as well?

He was a warrior once, he still knew how to wield a sword.

He sighed and ran his hand over his face, then turned away.

But the sharp cry of pain made him freeze.

The ellon whipped himself around and ran to your aid.

“Y/N!”

He kneed to the ground and gathered your body into his arms.

“You fools!”

He shouted at your brothers.

“It’s not our fault, she fell backwards” Elladan said.

Elrohir quickly tried to examine your ankle, but Erestor pushed him away and carefully touched your skin.

He let out a string of curses as you whimpered in pain.

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

He picked you gently, careful not to move your ankle too much.

“I will heal, master Erestor” you whimpered.

“You are still young, you need proper care” he stated.

It was only once you were carefully bandaged up did Erestor’s anger subside.

You swore, he would have almost killed the healer because of every sign or sound of pain you made.

Erestor placed himself on the chair beside your bed the entire time you spoke with your father and brothers.

Telling them you’re okay.

He almost scoffed at your brothers’ apology, still too annoyed, at himself rather than them.

Erestor should have kept watch, then he could probably have stopped this from happening and you wouldn't be in pain.

“Master Erestor, may I ask you something?”

You turned to immediately him when they left.

Receiving a nod of approval, you then continued.

“You always called me, m'lady or use my title” you said.

You had frown your face and it confused him.

“Of course, m'lady.”

“Until earlier today, you said my name. You called me by my name.”

Erestor blinked, shocked as he slowly started to remember.

“Forgive me, m'lady.”

There was a reason why Erestor never said or called you by your name— even though being your father's closest and mosr trusted friend and advisor he was allowed to—he still didn't.

“No, it was nice. I was only hoping you would call me by my name again. It's always m'lady, lady of imladris, my lord's child! Is it so much to ask for you to simply call me by my name?”

When you suddenly started crying, the ellon panicked.

He didn't know what to do.

“My l-”

He stopped himself from calling you by your title.

“Y/N...”

Gently he leaned forward and wiped away your tears.

He sighed, angry at himself for making you cry.

“See? It's ok. I like it when you call me by my name. Why haven't you done that before, mas- Erestor...”

It was hard for him to keep it hidden for longer and he hated lying to you.

His hands came to cup your face.

He couldn't stop himself.

“The reason why I couldn't say your name was because I was afraid that's what— it would take for for you to realize that—I'm in love with you” he gulped.

He sighed and looked down.

“Didn't you teach me not to keep things hidden, it will only hurt...”

“Yes” he whispered.

Erestor was shamed he betrayed his own teachings.

“Forgive me.”

“Then, Erestor, will you forgive me too?”

“For what, Y/N?”

You smiled when he said your name.

“For hiding it from you too– of how my hearts is yearning for your love.”

The ellon blinked he couldn't believe his own ears.

“Yes, I'm now love with you, Master Erestor... or just Erestor.”

You giggled awkwardly.

“Are you sure?”

You leaned in and kissed his lips.

“Yes.”

Erestor happily returned it.

“Why did you say my name?”

You asked after pulling away.

“You were in danger and I— I'm guessing my worry and love came out all at once and I couldn't help myself.”

You smiled and nodded.

He pulled you into another chaste.

“But now, I'm no longer feel troubled I did.”

“I love you, Erestor.”

“As I love you, Y/N, meleth nin.”

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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gold rush pt. 2 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 8.9k

>>warnings: romantic ass eating 😐, oral (m), fingering (m/f), butt stuff but it’s SEXY, explicit sex, crying, jungkook likes to be praised, soft koo, dom reader... but like soft, spitting in mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, this is so soft, that good smut, literally like 7.5k of filth

>>notes: hot girls eat ass!! oc is a hot girl!! this involves butt stuff (just mouth and fingers, no pegging 😔), so if that isn’t ur cup of tea just read pt 1 again lol, i separated it this way in case there were people who weren’t down to go down... iykyk. but with that said, i encourage u to open ur eyes and ur mind and give this a chance 🤩

>>summary: jk finally lets you eat his ass 😁👍🏻

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s day 6 of trying to get Jeongguk to let you eat his ass. It’s getting hard to function, and the sun doesn’t shine as bright as it used to. The week has been a rough one, filled with clenched butt cheeks, and fewer blow jobs than normal. You just can’t seem to stop yourself from wandering south when you’re down there, so you’ve lost the privilege. Constantly met with Jeongguk’s laughter filled eyes when he pulls you up to where you’re supposed to be, and a “You should not want to eat my ass this bad.”

He just doesn’t understand.

Currently you’re sat in the cafeteria with your friends, your eyes consistently roaming to a table across the large room. He’s laughing at something and his hands are clapping in front of him as he throws his head back. You rest your head on your arms, pouting, and you breathe a deep and miserable sigh.

“Alright y/n what the fuck?” Your friend Yuna says, flicking your cheeks.

Her speaking up causes a few of your other girlfriends at the table to direct their attention towards you. “Yeah, you’ve been like... pouty for the last few days. What’s going on?” Cho questions as well.

You debate keeping the silly internal struggle to yourself before giving in and stating plainly, “Gguk won’t let me eat his ass.” You blow absently at a piece of hair that falls into your face, eyes crossing as you look at it. Next to you, Jiwoo chokes on the zero cal drink that she’s been sipping.

Yuna stares at you blankly for a moment before recovering. “That’s... well that’s a predicament.” She hums in thought. “Does he actually not want to or is he just being shy and stubborn?”

“Second one.” You say. You’ve known your boyfriend for years and you’ve definitely learned how to tell when he’s being serious and when he’s just being stubborn. If you really thought he wasn’t about it you would have dropped it. But you know Jeongguk’s just being difficult because he thinks it’s funny to make you pine, and actually has at least some curiosity about the act. He just won’t admit it.

“Minjun was the same way,” Cho nods in solidarity. “But he likes it now.”

“How’d you get him to change his mind?” You ask perking up. A beacon of hope.

“We watched porn of it together.”

“That’s how I discovered it!” You gasp.

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend.

you:

minjun let’s cho eat his ass 🥺

You watch Jeongguk from across the room and see the moment he receives the text. He searches the lunch room before his eyes land on yours and he let’s out an incredulous harsh laugh, before shaking his head slightly to himself. You glance at your phone and see the text bubble appear in your messages.

koo 🥴:

maybe he’ll let you eat it too 🥺

You gape at your phone and look at your boyfriend only to see him talking to his friends again. He gives you a side glance and you see his smile grow bigger as he tries to ignore you.

~~~

Jeongguk’s sitting at his lunch table picking at the food in front of him listening as Jimin rambles about the not-so-great grade he got on his latest science test. “Why the fuck do I need to know that the sun will make it too hot for life to exist on earth in a couple billion years? Not only will I be dead, but that is just anxiety inducing.”

His phone that’s vibrating on the table catches his attention, a picture message from you on the home screen. He gets a little excited at the sheer potential that a picture message has and opens it eagerly. Sure the chances of getting a titty pic when it’s mid-day and you’re both in the middle of a lunch cafeteria are small... but they are never zero.

When he opens the message and sees the picture, he laughs loudly before clapping his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

He’s about to respond when Taehyung says, “Alright, you can’t keep laughing at your phone and not tell us what’s so funny.”

Jeongguk looks at the couple in front of him a trace of a smile still lingers on his lips. He shows them what you sent. “Y/n wants to eat my ass so bad.” He laughs to himself, going back to his phone.

“Are you not letting her?” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk sets his phone to the side before he gets to respond. It’s clear his friends are ready to have a conversation about it. “I don’t think so.”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other and smirk. “Why not? It feels really good.”

He looks between them silently before asking, “You’ve done it?” He receives two nods.

“This one’s a real ass-muncher.” Taehyung says jerking a thumb at his boyfriend. Jimin swats at him.

“He says like that like its a bad thing and like he doesn’t cum from just my mouth and my fingers.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk tenses and turns a little red. A little tremor of heat coursing through his body at the thought of feeling so good that he could cum without even having a hand around himself. “Just from that? No dick touching? Is that even possible?”

“Oh to be straight and oblivious to the wonders of butt stuff.” Jimin pouts at him like he feels bad for him.

Taehyung on the other hand is a bit more helpful. He pops a fry in his mouth and talks with his mouth full, “It’s possible. We have like a button in our ass that’s like... magic. You know what a prostate is right?”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Okay well let her put her fingers and tongue in your ass then, if you know so much about it. Have you eaten hers?”

“Yeah I’ve had my tongue in every crevice of that girls body.” He’s nodding and smiling like he’s proud. He glances at you, and he sees you huddled next to your friend, looking closely at something on her phone, your long hair falling like a curtain over your shoulder, some pooling on the table. You look so pretty. You feel his stare, and look at him. Your smile is soft, and your lips pucker in a little kiss. Chuu.

“Right,” Jimin says bringing Jeongguk back to the topic at hand, “Well if she let you, and you’re open to it you should let her... like it will actually feel better for you than it probably did for her.” Jeongguk looks like he’s about to defend his honor and sex skills, before Jimin cuts him off, “Not saying you didn’t do it right or whatever. It’s just that guys are like programmed to like it... like biologically or- something.”

“Or something.” Jeongguk repeats.

“Why don’t you want to in the first place? Is it because you think it’s gay?” Taehyung asks laughing, knowing that that’s not why.

Jeongguk gives him a bored deadpanned stare. “No. Maybe it’s because I shit out of my ass and don’t want her mouth near it? She’s perfect, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Jimin cackles. “Well it’s not like you just let her go for it! You have to prepare.”

Jeongguk sits and listens as his friends give him nothing less than a full comprehensive lecture on the logistics of ass eating and ass getting ate. Ass 101. He’s still unsure but hearing from guys who have actually done it and enjoyed it makes him feel a bit more open and curious. It has him pulling out his phone and tentatively typing out a text to you, finally replying to the picture you sent.

me:

i’m thinking about it

He watches you, waiting for the text to get to you. He smiles when he sees you get excited at seeing his name on your home screen, something warm blossoming in his chest. He struggles to keep his face straight when he sees your head whip up, looking at him wide-eyed like you can’t believe what he just texted you. His fingers wiggle in a small wave, and the biggest smile slowly crawls across your face. He receives one last message before lunch ends.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

say less, sir 🤤

~~~

Jeongguk lays on his back patiently, looking down at you below him while you take your time planting soft kisses all the way down his body. He was in a quite docile mood considering all the pestering you’ve put him through the past few days. And despite what you both knew you had planned for him. Something he claimed to be nervous about, but you supposed one could be nervous and excited and pliant all at once.

When you take one of his nipples into your mouth he lets out a soft “oh...” his hands flying up like he wants to wrap them in your hair, hold you there till he’s pleased, but he catches himself when his arms are halfway raised. He brings them back down by his sides, fists the sheets like he’s holding himself back, like he wants to be good for you. As you lick and suck on the paired nipple, feeling it pebble in your mouth, you watch Jeongguk’s mouth fall open silently while his eyebrows furrow and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between them. His cock is steadily going from warm and plump to hot and hard and leaking, you can feel it twitch against your lower belly.

He opens his eyes to watch you and you can see his pupils are blown and you smile up at him, a tiny bud still pulled between your teeth and Jeongguk whines. A high pitch needy, breathy noise falls from his lips before he pulls his bottom one between his teeth. His head turns to the side, baring his neck in subconscious submission, and God. He doesn’t get like this often but when he does? He is the prettiest sight.

Heat pools in your belly and your panties are already sticking to your bottom half. You hum before moving your ministrations to his torso, soft wet open mouth kisses being placed any and everywhere, prolonged ones on each of his abs. He works so hard for his body, his physique. It’s something he does for himself, but you feel lucky that you get to see him like this in all of his glory.

“Thank you.” You say as you place a kiss on the tattoo he has on his hip bone.

He hums, “For what?”

“For letting me see you like this,” You finally wrap a hand around his cock. You bite your lip when you feel it jump in your palm, “For letting me explore today. You’re so sexy, and so lovely, and so perfect. You work so hard, baby.” Kisses, so many kisses planted over his groin area, but never where he wants it most.

He huffs and you can see a flush from embarrassment darken the already present flush of arousal, due to the praise and mention of exploring. He squirms in your hold, not wanting to talk, probably wishing you would just get on with it already. Surely you can feel him throbbing in your hand, right?

Finally, you bring your lips to his frenulum and place the softest kitten lick to it and Jeongguk positively keens in your hold. You stroke his cock, squeezing on the upstroke to watch a bead of precum well at the top. It glistens, shiny and clear, at the pink head. You wrap your lips around the tip fully, lapping and swirling your tongue over it, humming at the heady, slightly bitter taste on your tongue. It’s not particularly pleasant per se but it’s sexy. The fact you get him so worked up that his cock can’t help but leak, so worked up that he can’t help the soft little whines that fall from his lips; the fact that he gets so turned on and hard and wet just from a few of your kisses and licks makes you moan with his cock in your mouth, thighs squeezing together for some type of pressure and relief.

You pop off with a harsh suck. “I can’t wait to taste you.” You groan, licking a broad stripe up his cock with the flat of your tongue.

He grumbles quietly shifting, sort of like he’s antsy and frustrated. He knows what you mean and he knows you don’t mean his cock that you just had in your mouth.

“What was that?” You ask through a smile, nipping at his hip with your teeth.

“Can you stop talking about it and just suck my dick so I can forget you’re even gonna do that?” He rolls his eyes and pouts down at you with a tiny scowl on his face.

“Oh baby,” You laugh, not patronizingly, but there is a little bit of a teasing lilt to your voice, “Are you still embarrassed?”

He doesn’t answer, just scowls harder if that was even possible.

You move away from his cock, and up his body. His eyes reflect panic and his hands finally move from the sheets to press on your shoulders, trying to keep you in place. “No, stay,” he whines.

You laugh again pushing against his hold before finally settling half on his chest. You rest a leg over his thigh, keeping your body close and pressed to his. You look into his big brown doe eyes that are slightly glassy from all the teasing. You can see some apprehension and nervousness swimming in them as you place a hand on his cheek, stroking softly. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm before his hand comes up to hold your wrist, to just touch some more. His other hand runs up and down your body that’s resting half on top of him, tickling slightly like your the one that needs attention. He kisses your hand that’s on his cheek softly before looking at you again.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You say quietly, thumb brushing over his cheek bone.

His eyes fall closed again and you can see his brow furrow once more, though this time it isn’t out of pleasure it’s because he’s thinking. Despite all the playful teasing and pestering and banter, you’ve always made sure to check that he was actually okay with you going down there. And, yeah, he was nervous but after talking about it seriously and doing some research together he always said he was fine with it. But you know things can change in the moment and you just want to double check, make sure that he still feels that way.

You hum in question gently, prompting a response.

He huffs, tightening his grip on your wrist, a nervous gesture. His eyes are still closed when he quietly says, “No I just... I- I’m not like backing out...”

“You can though.” You interrupt.

His eyes open quickly, and he shakes his head. “No, no I want to I just...” His voice starts off strong but tappers into a softer tone. “I want to I just feel a bit like... weird.”

Your brow furrows this time. “Why, baby?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t want you to.” He doesn’t meet your eyes and you can feel his cheek heat up in your palm.

Ahhhh, you think. Although you talked and teased about the topic, you realize that while Jeongguk agreed (whilst impishly feigning a faux diswant on principle) you never realized that the lighthearted “You shouldn’t want to eat my ass this bad” remarks may have stemmed from something serious, and weren’t just playful protests.

“Why do you feel that way?” You press gently.

His eyes flicker to you and then to your mouth, then back to something (nothing) off to the side. He has a small not-so-amused smile on his lips when he says, “It’s kinda taboo isn’t it?”

You can’t help but giggle at the word he used. Taboo. Out of all the things you guys have done, this is what he chooses to get shy about. Sweet boy.

“Not any more tabooo than you wanting to eat my ass, or fuck my ass.” You hum at him, stretching out the word in a teasing manner, making him look at you. You smile at him before continuing, “Or you like slapping me, or me gagging you with my panties, or-“

“Okay okay! I get it.” He laughs and places a kiss to your lips to get them to stop moving.

You beam, glad to see he’s a bit more relaxed. The boner however, is definitely gone, but that can be fixed.

“I’m not trying to convince you though.” You emphasize, “I only want to if you want to.”

He nods, softly smiling at you. “I want to.”

A salacious grin takes over your face and you sigh softly into his ear before whispering, “Perfect... I’m going to make you feel so good baby, make you feel so good with my tongue. Get you all whiny and red and sweaty. Maybe your legs will start to shake from how good it feels? Do you want that, Jeongguk?” You nip at his ear lobe as you feel a slight tremor run through his body. Your hips subtly roll against the side of his body, seeking any friction at this point. You feel him nod. “Maybe if you like my mouth enough we can use fingers when you’re ready baby.” You hear him suck in a sharp breath and slowly let it out on a shaky exhale. You grin and place a kiss to his temple before continuing. “Get them inside of you to find that spot that will really set you off. The spot that will make you cum for me. Wouldn’t that feel so good baby?”

He nods again and you can feel the hand that has been running up and down your back throughout the conversation grip at your ass roughly.

“Say it baby, I wanna hear you.”

He whines and struggles against the hand on his face that is now gripping his jaw, still putting up a little bit of a fight about wanting something he considers “taboo”. But he gives in easily enough when he realizes you won’t continue until you get more confirmation that he genuinely wants this, and is excited to have it.

“It’s gonna feel so good y/n. God, you’re gonna make me feel so good.” He’s shy when he says it, but he’s almost panting as well. At last, he’s giving in and admitting to himself that this is something that will feel good and is okay to want.

He grips your face and kisses you. It starts slow and tentative but quickly manifests into a kiss that is deep and hard, one that is full of lust and neediness. He bites at your lip needing to release some of the pent up frustration but at your whine of pain he licks over it apologetically, placing softer kisses instead for a moment before he rests his forehead against yours, both your breathing is ragged for a minute until he speaks up.

“Please y/n. I’m so hard.” He pleads in a soft whisper.

You take a second and look down between your bodies and sure enough, his cock has returned to full hardness, and your mouth waters seeing even more precum welling at the tip than before.

“I’m gonna suck it.”

“Please do.” Jeongguk laughs as you move down his body, but the laugh goes high pitched and breathy when you take him down your throat immediately.

“Fuck...” he sighs, his head falling back and eyes fluttering.

You pull off and close your eyes, relishing in the fact that you can make him feel like this. Grinning against his cock you place a kitten kiss to the shaft. “Good baby?”

He nods his head. “Yes yes, please keep going.”

You hum against the head causing Jeongguk to exhale sharply, hips twitching due to the vibrations. He’s so sensitive and you crave the reactions you pull from him. Whether they’re the soft noises and the small twitches or the loud moans and jerking muscles, they are all equally loved and desired.

Quickly you pull off and reach up placing your hand under his mouth, before he can protest at you pausing again. Maybe you’re being a little mean, but he sounds so pretty when he’s desperate and you just can’t help yourself.

“Spit.” You instruct.

You see him work his jaw, sharp edges protruding here and there while he gathers some in his mouth before spitting it into your hand. You peck a nipple on the way back down to his cock wrapping the spit filled hand around him. You see him watching you and you hold eye contact as you gather some of your own and let it drool from your mouth landing on the tip of his cock. You swear you see his eyes go impossibly darker, his jaw clenching, hands turning to fists in the sheets beneath you both.

When you stroke, mixing everything, his eyes close and he lets out a breath through his nose as he rests back and gets a little more comfortable. It’s not too messy, just the perfect amount of wetness for the glide to be slick and pleasing for him. You tighten your grip and twist under the head watching as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense, a soft grunt draws your gaze to his face.

“Yeah... like that...” he whispers. He’s just barely rocking his hips into your hands, trying to be subtle while also trying to chase the feeling.

You speed up your hand, keeping up the movements he likes while adding your tongue to flick at the underside of his head. You glance at him and find him watching you again, a fucked out look on his face, mouth slightly parted and a bead of sweat running down his temple. Slowly you sink down watching him till you can’t anymore, burying the tip of your nose in the soft patch of neatly kept hair at the base of his cock. When you feel him hit the back of your throat you contract it and shake your head from side to side and finally, finally you pull out one of his loud and unrestrained moans. It goes straight to your pussy, making it feel like it’s pulsing in your panties.

You come up for a breath before you stay down as long as you can repeating the same actions that pulled the lovely moans from his throat and you continue to hear them as you feel him start to sink his hips, almost like he’s overwhelmed and trying to pull away from how good it feels, like he can’t handle how how good it feels.

In your peripheral vision you can see his hands twitching like he’s fighting with himself before he gives in and sinks them into your hair, pulling slightly before pushing your head down and bringing his hips back up. He’s not fucking your face, but he let’s his cock sink as far back as it can and let’s you work your throat around him, lets himself get overwhelmed instead of pulling away from the feeling like he was before.

Jeongguk was a head pusher in every sense of the term. Some people hated when their partners did that, but you loved it. You loved it because Jeongguk was different from most head pushers. He had variety. Sometimes he liked pushing your head down and holding you there to choke you and watch tears form in your eyes, to watch your makeup run while you struggled to breathe. Sometimes he did it in a face-fucking way, his hips jackhammering while he moved your head up and down just the way he wanted it. This time though, he held your head down in a begging way. In a way that said “Oh god please, please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good, please stay there forever”.

Jeongguk is whimpering above you and you hum and moan loudly sending strong vibrations up your throat and down his cock and he’s thrashing, throwing his head back, grip in your hair tightening, a pleasant pain on your scalp.

“Oh my fucking god,” He groans, neck extended and his eyes squeezed shut.

His whole body is burning when you bring a hand down to massage his balls while still moving your throat against his tip and then all of a sudden he tenses and stills before he’s pulling you off, frantically chanting “Stop it, stop it.”

At lightening speed you grip the base of his cock, squeezing, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Jeongguk’s whole body jerks with his cock, but no cum leaks out, only precum and spit making a mess on his angry, swollen cock. He relaxes back for a moment, cock still jumping, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath and you do the same and after you slowly release the hold you have on his cock you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Suddenly your world is blurry and you’re quickly being pulled to his chest and smothered with his hands on your cheeks, and his lips everywhere they can reach.

“God. You’re so good, so so good y/n. So perfect, make me feel so good baby. How do you do it?” He praises you between kisses and you giggle, gently pawing at his chest to get him to stop or at least slow down.

He does and you take a second to look at him. And he’s glowing. His eyes are shining, like he was close to tears and his cheeks are flushed. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead in places while the longer pieces are fanned out on the pillow underneath him. And his smile. He’s beaming and you are so in love.

You bring a hand up and brush some sweaty strands back off his face. His eyes close and he pushes into the touch like a kitten wanting pets. He sighs contentedly.

“You’re so beautiful, Jeongguk. So pretty.” You whisper, placing a kiss to his forehead.

You bring your hand down from his hair and cradle his cheek, running your thumb over his plump, red bottom lip. You can see faint teeth marks underneath it from where he was biting it. His eyelashes flutter on his cheek as his eyes close and he sighs quietly before he nibbles on the fingertip with his front teeth and then takes the whole thing into his mouth, sucking on it. You gasp quietly, and apply light pressure pushing down on the wetness of his tongue prying his mouth open and he just lets you.

Your lips find his, and you dip your tongue into his open mouth before your hand moves to his jaw to keep it agape and you fuck your tongue into it.

“This is how my tongue is gonna fuck you...” you whisper.

He whines high and needy, and his hands move to cup your cheeks. You moan before settling over him more comfortably and pushing your soaked panties to the side before wiggling till his cock is settled between your lips.

The night was supposed to be about him, but you need something before you lose it. You move your hips in small little thrusts, the length of his cock rubbing deliciously over you clit. You both gasp into each others mouths. The hands on your ass encourage you, pressing into your cheeks and the small of your back whenever you thrust forward, and the thumbs on your hips push when you grind back.

“Holy fuck you’re so wet.” He’s says it like he’s in awe, like he can’t believe it. Like he hasn’t made you this way so many times before.

You rest your forehead on his while continuing to grind on his cock. “Love you like this...” You grip his jaw again and pry it open, even though you know he would open willingly if you just asked. You look in his eyes searching, before you feel him nod in your hold. You lean forward over his mouth and let some spit fall into it, he moans while he eagerly drinks it down.

His grip on your hips tightens and you feel his cock jerk against your clit, but he’s good. He doesn’t cum.

“I love it too... just not all the time... it’s- a lot. Overwhelming.” He whispers, and you coo.

“I know baby, you’re doing so well. Color?” You ask.

“Green.” He answers without hesitation.

You smile and kiss him. “Wanna keep going?”

He flushes when he nods his head. “Please.”

Once again you find yourself between Jeongguk’s legs. You play with his cock a little before smoothing your hands under his thighs, trying to gently push them up and back but he whines and resists.

“You have to let me see baby.” You say, a smile in your voice.

Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before slowly letting his legs fall apart.

You hum, before saying, “Hand me a pillow please.”

He’s confused but does as you ask, understanding when you tap the side of his cheek with instructions to lift his hips, pillow settling underneath his ass and lower back, propping them up a little.

You settle back down on your tummy, and open his legs again. Jeongguk says nothing but you can feel his body shaking a little with a constant tremor. He takes a deep breath settling back into the pillow he placed behind his head so he can watch what you do next.

“Ready?” You ask, hands gripping at the meaty inside parts of his thighs. You get a stiff nod, but still no noises. You pout but get started by running your tongue flat over his balls, hoping to ease him into it.

You feel his thighs tense, as you lap at the hairless balls, sucking them into your mouth every once in a while. Your eyes constantly flicker to Jeongguk’s face to make sure there’s nothing wrong, but all you see is pleasure on his face while he breathes out in soft little puffs through his nose. His eyes are hooded and his lip is drawn between his teeth.

You hold his heady gaze and you place your first little lick on his perineum. At the contact, his head falls back, mouth hanging open. You wiggle closer to place a kiss to the area, transitioning to quick little flicks of your tongue and Jeongguk moans, and you watch as he spreads a bit more, lifting his feet so his knees are pulled closer to his chest, giving you easier access. You moan at his eagerness, and have to stop for a minute, putting a hand between your legs to just press on your center for some kind of relief.

His eyes are still closed, like he doesn’t want to see you between his legs licking at his most private area, but his quiet whining and restless shifting is enough to let you know that he’s okay and enjoying it.

You bring your hands up and place one on each of his cheeks, squeezing a little, admiring the soft give of his muscles. He’s so plush. You apply pressure so his legs fall farther back and then spread him apart. You bite your lip and your mouth waters at the thought of how good your going to make him feel.

Tentatively you poke your tongue out and trace it around the little ring of muscle. He gasps and tries to clench and close his legs but you hold them in place.

“It’s okay baby.”

“‘S weird...” He mumbles.

“I know. Just try to relax for me, okay?”

You hear him take a few deep breaths before you feel his body shake with a nod. His legs fall open again and you make quick work of his hole, placing your tongue flat over it, dragging all the way up to where his balls meet his perineum.

“Ohhh,” He breathes out.

You take that as a good sign before getting a bit rougher with your actions, less of the tentative licks and more of some tight sucking and quick flicking. He’s doing so well and you can hear him moaning above you. His cock is so hard and swollen on his belly, neglected and leaking.

“Pull your legs back baby.”

He opens his eyes and they are unfocused. It takes him a second to process what you asked him to do, but once he does he moves quickly. He has a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth in parted slightly, and his tongue peaks out to wet his lips as he gets comfortable in the new position.

“Watch me?” You plead, while licking over his hole again, eyes not leaving him waiting for a response.

His eyes close for just a moment and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between his brows and his cock jumps, a little spurt of precum oozing out. He inhales and opens his eyes on the exhale, breathing out a small “Okay.”

Once you start to figure out what he likes and what makes him happy, all you hear is the steadily getting louder pleased noises falling from his lips. You point your tongue and gently push past the tight ring of muscles and Jeongguk sobs. He brings a hand to his face and rubs over it, before throwing his arm over his face, hiding because he’s so overwhelmed. To your surprise he starts to gently rock against your tongue.

“Oh my god you’re so hot Jeongguk,” You moan.

“Don’t stop,” He begs. He sounds close to tears.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

You wait until you see his hand wrap around his cock giving himself a few slow strokes, wet eyes on you, waiting for you to keep going.

As soon as your mouth meets him again, his hand he has on his cock starts moving faster, almost frantically over his length and his hips are stuttering like he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck his hand or if he wants to fuck himself back onto your tongue. You decide for him and hold his hips close to your face, sucking repeatedly on the ring of fluttering muscle.

Jeongguk gasps, “I’m close, I wanna cum y/n- Please, I-“ His head falls back and his hand doesn’t slow.

You give your hum of approval against his hole, and watch him fall apart.

His head is thrown back and he’s so sweaty from working so hard for his release. His chest rises and falls in quick staccato breaths, and his free hand goes up to a nipple, lightly rubbing his thumb over it and he keens, before he goes silent, whole body stuttering and he chokes out nothing more than a quick, quiet “Cumming” before his cock pulses and shoots out 1, 2, 3 stripes of white, the rest dribbling down his length and over his fingers. His body almost convulses from the pleasure coursing through his veins. He keeps stroking, and he lets you keep licking until he squirms, uncomfortable from the overstimulation.

You wipe your mouth and immediately make your way up to his face, straddling his hips. You don’t care about the cum, but you’re carful to avoid his sensitive cock, which is a little deflated but still laying somewhat hard on his tummy. You’re both out of breath when you slam your lips against his so it’s more gasping into each other’s mouths while your lips occasionally meet before you need a breath again. But you’re desperate to show him how good he did.

You pull back and grip his face in your hands. His hands hold your wrists, like he’s keeping them in place on his cheeks. He’s still catching his breath with his eyes closed, but you want him to see how proud you are.

“Jeongguk, look at me.”

He does and his eyes are glassy and wet and his eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears. He offers you a sheepish smile.

“You did so good baby. So fucking good. I love you.” You pepper kisses over his face.

He laughs breathlessly, “Didn’t get to your fingers...”

You laugh with him quietly. “That’s okay baby, we can do that next time. You were perfect.” You take a deep breath and collapse on top of him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, smiling while leaving small lovebites all over.

After a minute or so though, you feel him start to get restless underneath you.

“What is it baby?” You ask not really moving much.

He mumbles something into the top of your head.

“Huh?” You say sitting up to look at him.

He looks kinda petulant for someone who just came so hard it hit their neck.

He mumbles again.

“Koo. Words.”

He blushes and scowls looking away from you but the hands settled on your hips rub small circles into your hip bones, showing he’s not actually mad and most likely just being a brat.

“I want them now.” It’s quiet and pouty, but at least you understand him this time.

Your mouth opens in understanding but your eyebrows raise in surprise. You look over your shoulder and down to see his cock still laying plump and hard on his stomach in a little puddle of cum.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I know we said that was the plan but we can always do it ano-“

He grabs the back of your neck pulls you down to kiss you deep and slow, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth. When he speaks again it’s soft against your lips.

“Please y/n... it felt so good,” A tiny peck is given as your noses touch.

You exhale a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want.”

He kisses you deeply again, but positions you over his cock so he can rut up into your pussy.

“Can’t you feel how bad I want it?” He whispers against your lips. He nips at the bottom one while smiling before pulling away and settling against the pillows again, looking at you expectantly once he gets comfortable.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Big words coming from someone who claimed they didn’t even want this like an hour ago.” You smile down at him, eyes sparkling.

He snickers. He breathes a deep sigh before settling back even more. “Yeah. That was before I came so hard that I almost blacked out.” His hands are behind his head and his eyes are closed like he’s reminiscing about a distant memory, a smug smile on his lips.

“You switch from being my baby to a pain so fast.” You pout as you settle once again between Jeongguk’s legs.

He parts them with a hum. “Still your baby... just- make me feel good please, I’m like so hard- throbbing.”

You suck on your fingers a little bit to get them wet before circling one around the ring of muscles. You don’t miss the tiny gasp, or the way his legs subconsciously part even wider.

“I don’t think it’s gonna feel the best at first....” You warn, applying the slightest pressure to his hole, before going back to circling it. “Hand me the lube on the nightstand please.”

Jeongguk obliges before he says, “I know just... go slow.” He sounds just a little bit nervous.

You give a quick nod while you open up Jeongguk’s half empty bottle of lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, lathering it over them to warm it some before getting them into position.

“Do you think about me when you use this?” you ask still running your slick fingers over him.

He nods and licks his lips subconsciously. “Mhmm sometimes.”

You fake gasp and bite at his knee by your side. You’re sitting crisscross applesauce in between his legs. “Only sometimes?”

“I watch porn too,” He giggles breathlessly. “Sometimes I look for girls that look like you though, if that helps.”

“It does not.” You say indignantly, only half joking.

He brings his foot up and lightly kicks at your leg. “You watch porn too that’s literally why we are in this mess right now. We watched it together.”

You full on laugh at that. He has a point. “Okay enough, hush and relax baby.”

You weren’t sure if it was better to warn Jeongguk, or just slowly ease him into it without saying anything. If you warned him you knew he would tense up and it would just make it harder on his body, but you also didn’t want to take him by surprise either.

You must have just been circling his rim for a minute because Jeongguk huffs before asking, “Are you gonna like... put it in or...?”

You take that as a go, and peck the inside of his thigh a preemptive apology because you knew it was going to hurt a little. Jeongguk had prepped you for the times you tried anal with him and you vividly remember the sting before it became bearable. Your hands and fingers were much smaller than his, and certainly much smaller than his cock, so you are hoping the pain isn’t too horrible and ends quickly.

Oh so slowly you start to sink your middle finger inside of him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and when you flick your eyes up to look at him you can see his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t really hurt yet, it’s just uncomfortable... Keep going.”

You nod softly before you resume what you were doing, and once you get down to your last knuckle, you wiggle your finger around inside for a second like you had seen in the porn that you and him watched together, hoping to stretch him out some.

Above you Jeongguk is taking shallow breaths the sort of sound like they are getting a little higher pitched at the end, and he shifts and wiggles a bit because of the foreign feeling. You glance at his cock and see that’s its gone just a little soft.

“Touching yourself might help you relax a little bit and it might make it feel a little bit better.” You suggest lightly.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything but he does as he’s told, slowly stroking his cock back to it’s full length.

“That’s it, good boy. I can feel you’re less tense already.” You praise, and you start to move your finger in and out. It’s tight, but there’s a lot less resistance. You move them just a bit faster and focus on Jeongguk’s reactions.

His hand has started to move a bit faster over his cock, and his mouth is parted and his eyes are closed, like he’s lost in the feeling. There’s a flush on his face that has travelled all the way down his chest. Soft moans fall from his lips occasionally, although you can’t tell if that’s from you or him touching himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“It feels…” He pauses like he’s unsure. “It feels… nice. I think.”

You snort. “You think?”

He laughs a little breathless, hand still stroking over his cock. “I mean it’s weird. But it’s not unpleasant. I could probably cum if I kept touching my dick.”

“Don’t cum, I haven’t found your button yet.” Your eyebrows furrow, determination set on your face.

“I do not have a button.” He says absently.

“You do. I’m gonna do the second one kay?”

“I don’t and okay.”

You ignore him and grab the lube again, adding a bit more. Your fingers find their place and as they start to sink in, Jeongguk sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and goes rigid. You wince.

“Hurts…” He says quietly.

“I’m sorry baby.” You rub your free hand over his thigh, trying to comfort him. You give him a moment, he takes a few breaths before saying to keep going.

It takes a little bit but eventually you get both fingers in. Jeongguk isn’t feeling good yet, teeth grinding, body tense, and hands fisted in the sheets trying to ground himself, but you are determined to make it good for him. You get on your stomach and add your tongue to your fingers as you start to pull them out just to push them back in. The lube doesn’t taste very good, but the way that Jeongguk’s breath hitches when he feels your mouth on him again makes up for it.

“I- I love that.” He says, voice airy and soft as he turns his head to the side and into his shoulder like he’s trying to hide.

“Mmm, starting to feel good now baby?” You ask, flicking your tongue while your fingers start to sink in easily.

“Yeah, ‘s good…” He mumbles.

Once you’re sure that there’s no pain at all for Jeongguk, you start to crook your fingers inside of him on every thrust in trying to find that secret spot of his. Jeongguk sounds lovely while you’re searching, but the way he sounds when you finally hit it is like nothing you’ve heard from him before. It’s like he gets punched in the gut and looses his breath, a moan getting caught in his throat for a moment before he exhales a high pitched whine. You didn’t get to see it, too focused, but you know his eyes rolled back.

“There,” he breathes.

You moan as you rest your head against his thigh, focusing on your attention on your fingers and hitting that spot every time you move them inside of him. Each time you hit it sweet moans are punched out, or quiet affirmations are whispered. “Yes, please, more…”.

He has that look of pleasure on his face, the scrunched eyebrows, the parted mouth. He’s fidgety, and fussy like he just wants more but doesn’t know how to get it. He huffs, annoyed, before he starts to push back on your fingers.

“God… you’re so desperate for it,” You whisper completely captivated by how much pleasure Jeongguk looks like he’s in.

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Until you start to put a constant pressure on his prostate, rubbing.

“Oh fuck- I-“ He looks down to where your fingers are like he can’t believe the way they are making him feel before he throws his head back and let’s out a deep groan.

He lets you make him feel good, let’s the pleasure build up in his body until you start to feel him tense. His whines start to come out more frequently, almost constant moans filling the air. So noisy. His legs open more and you see how his toes curl in the sheets.

“Oh my god I think I’m gonna cum,” It’s said breathlessly, almost confused. Like he didn’t think that he would actually be able to cum just from your fingers inside of him, hands still at his sides fisted in the sheets.

“Yeah baby?” You ask, voice airy.

He nods, tongue poking out of his mouth like he’s concentrating.

Your arm hurts, but you keep thrusting and rubbing over that spot inside of him. His muscles are strained, and next to your body, you can see his legs start to tremble. His breathing is fast and short. His cock is fat and swollen laying in a puddle of precum, it looks like it hurts with how red it is. You take you other hand and start to rub on his perineum, stimulating him on the outside as well as the inside and that’s when he loses it.

He let’s out a choked cry before his body jerks up, curling in on itself. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“

You don’t let up, an awestruck smiling forming on your face as you watch Jeongguk fall apart on your fingers. He’s so tight around them, it’s like his body is begging you not to stop, keeping you in place. He feels like every hair on his body is standing on end and like his skin is overly receptive and sensitive to every little thing. Wave after wave of ecstasy is flowing over him. His whole body trembles, yet his cock doesn’t jerk like with his other orgasm. This time it just pulses flat on his stomach, cum leaking out of the tip adding to the mess that was already there. With every pulse of his cock, Jeongguk’s body curls more, back raise off the bed, abs flexed due to the strain on his core. The look on his face is one of indescribable pleasure. It’s obscene. After the final pulse of his cock, he falls back, absolutely spent.

Your fingers slowly come to a stop, and you carefully remove them from him and wipe them on the bed before you crawl over his thigh and flop down by his side. You peck his cheek, staying quiet this time, not wanting to overwhelm him. He’s still has tremors running through his body when he turns his head to look at you. His chest is heaving and his eyes are droopy, but there’s a sleepy smile on his lips. He curls onto his side so you guys are facing each other.

The silence is thick and heavy but not in a suffocating way. More so in a comforting way. The atmosphere feels like you both are wrapped in a weighted blanket, just relishing in the warm afterglow of what you did together.

You wiggle closer, hook a thigh over his hip. “How was it? Did you like it?” You don’t know why but you sound shy, kinda nervous.

He simply nods, a soft smile on his face as he brushes some hair behind your ear, hand coming to rest on your cheek for just a few seconds before it’s sliding down your arm, down your hip, playing with lacy top of your panties. He bumps noses with you, breathing in your exhales before he closes his eyes and fits his lips between yours. His hand slips into your panties.

You open easily for him, angling yourself mostly on your back so it’s easier for him to reach where you want him most. He sighs into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He dips between your lips and you gasp, hand going down to grip at his wrist willing him not to tease, to not move his hand away.

“Don’t worry, I just wanna make you feel good baby.” He coos in your ear as his middle finger starts to rub slowly over your clit.

You let out soft whimpers at the slow pace that makes the fire in your belly curl and steadily grow.

“Jeongguk, I’m already close…” You warn.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Want you to cum for me, like I came for you.” His finger speeds up some. “Fuck, you made me cum so hard y/n. Made me crazy. You always do.” He moans gently into your ear.

You nod, and your legs begin to tremble. “Don’t stop,” You beg, meaning both his fingers and his words.

“You wanna know what it felt like? You wanna know what you did to me?” He presses a touch harder, and nips are your cheek.

You nod again, subtly rocking your hips into his touch.

“You made me cum untouched y/n. Do you know how good you had to fuck me in order for that to happen? God, it was so intense, and I was just leaking so much the whole time. You did that to me baby, you made me feel that good. Fuck, I wanna make you feel that good too, please cum for me y/n. I know you’re close, I know your body just as well as you know mine.” He sounds desperate, just yearning to get you there. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking, and the way you can’t stop whining my name. Sound so pretty baby, just for me. Your hand on my wrist is gripping so hard, like you can’t take what my fingers are doing to you. But you’re gonna take it and give me what I want right? Just like I gave you what you wanted, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jeongguk I’m cumming,” You cry, his words and his fingers making you shake and finally get the release that you’ve been putting off the whole night. Your thighs close over his hand but Jeongguk doesn’t let up, not until you’re cumming for the second time in a span of minutes.

“Please- I can’t-“ You squirm, and wiggle, until his fingers slow and finally slip form your panties. You sigh in bliss, body twitching as the last bits of your climax leave your body.

You turn back to your side and snuggle all the way against Jeongguk’s body, legs intertwining. Jeongguk runs his nails over your back, making little goosebumps sprout over your body. There’s a peaceful quiet coming over you, both tired from the events of the night. Jeongguk breaks it.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a timid statement, but you can hear how much he means it.

You kiss softly over his heartbeat. “I always will.”

“Just please don’t ever ask to peg me.”

You simply hum. “Goodnight baby.”

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i hope you liked it!! i’m thinking of writing a smutty drabble of when oc and jk watch the porn together 🤨 let me know if you would want to read that or anymore of this universe! comments, notes, and feedback are YEARNED for. my ask is also open if you want to request, share thoughts, or just talk

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