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sparklingchim · 3 years

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fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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djarrex · 3 years

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Just For Kicks

Kix needs more love tbh so here’s a Kix oneshot ;)

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Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: about 4.1k (GAH I didn’t mean for it to be this long oops)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, cumshot, aftercare, lil but of fluff

Summary: You frequent 79′s, and you usually turn away advances from the clones. Kix tries his luck, and you indulge him. He excuses himself to the ‘fresher, and when he comes back, things take a happy turn.

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A night at 79′s was always the same. There were soldiers dancing with twi’leks to the steady thumping of the blaring music; the vibrations of the bass hummed deep in your chest. There were always rounds of Sabacc being played in the corner, and arm wrestling matches to showcase who was stronger (even though they’re all clones of the same man?). You always sat at the bar when you came alone, enjoying shots of your favorite whiskey. You weren't one for those neon fruity drinks that your friends always ordered.

You tilted your head back to down your first shot, then not-so-gently set the glass on the counter. The droid manning the bar swiftly exchanged your empty glass for another full one. You were a regular, and these bar droids might as well have had your usual drink of choice ingrained in their programming.

“Her next shot is on me.” A familiar voice, one that you’ve heard hundreds of times, came from your right. Downing yet another shot of your favorite golden liquid, you set the empty glass on the counter and signaled the bar droid for another. You’ve deflected advances from the clones quite a few times tonight already, but hey, what was one more? It never really annoyed you - getting hit on by these attractive soldiers - because you were the one who frequented their go-to hangout spot. It was expected, quite honestly. You pretty much ignored them - especially if they started off with a cliché pick-up line.

Realizing he was still in proximity even though you hadn’t looked over at him yet, you sighed, and decided to indulge him a little - you weren't one to turn down a free shot. What you didn't expect to find was him. Sure, his face was literally exactly like the hundred or so others that were crammed in 79′s, but there was something about him that caught you off guard. He had a genuine, sweet smile on his face that went straight to his eyes.

You let your eyes scan his face. His head was shaved, but into zig zags that went off in different directions, resembling lighting bolts. The neon lights hit the left side of his head just right to where you could make out a phrase tattooed on his temple, extending a little further horizontally into the side of his head.

“A good droid is a dead one, huh? Clever.” He was leaned on the bar on one elbow, his sincere smile grew and his eyebrows raised, almost like your response was one he was not expecting.

“You like that? Yeah... got it when I was just a shiny. Felt appropriate at the time.” He broke his leaning stance to pull out the barstool and sat down facing you. You downed the shot and let out an amused snort from your nostrils, keeping your eyes on his as you tried to get a reading on him. The soldier lifted his hand up to signal the droid while his eyes remained focused on yours. Out of your peripherals you saw the bar droid set two more shots down on the counter in front of your person. You glanced over and the two glasses of golden liquid, grabbed one, and handed it to him. He hesitated for a moment with a raised brow, but you nodded to him to take it. He obliged, and you grabbed the second shot for yourself. You looked down at the liquid.

“Y’know, I’ve already turned down a few of your brothers tonight,” you said with a teasing tone, still looking down at the whiskey, swirling the shot around in the glass.

“Oh yeah? What makes me so lucky then?” It had to be the sparkle he had in his eyes. It was unlike any of his twins. You finally looked back up at him, and lifted your glass.

“I’m not sure.” You lied, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him. He copied your movement, raising up his glass. “Cheers.” Your glasses clinked, followed by the simultaneous downing of the warm liquid.

You crinkled your nose as it trickled down your throat. “Thanks for the shot - uh, what’s your name, soldier?” You felt a tad bit guilty - he bought you a drink and you hadn’t even asked for him name before guzzling it down.

“They call me Kix.” Short, simple, and to the point - better than some of these other troopers’ names. One time, you were hit on by a soldier whose name you swore had like five syllables in it. Couldn’t remember it if your life depended on it.

“Just for kicks, huh?” You poked at him. Kix’s hand flew behind his head, a sheepish smile crept on his lips.

“Ha... somethin’ like that.” You grinned, and countered with your own name.

Kix got the attention of the bar droid and ordered a drink you’d never heard of. When it was set down on the counter, you were glad to see it wasn't those neon fruity drinks you despised. You had never heard of that liquor before, but the color of it looked enticing. Kix seemed to have gotten a whiff of your curiosity, and ordered another one for yourself. Before you could tell him not to worry about it, a glass filled to the rim with identical dark liquid was set in front of you. You smiled and thanked him. Bringing the very full glass up to your lips, you took a nervous sip but was presently surprised by the taste. It didn’t burn as much as the whiskey, which could prove to be very dangerous if too much was consumed.

You both sat in silence for a couple minutes, sipping your identical beverages, enjoying each others company. You eventually let your eyes wander to scan his whole figure; his armor was painted with that shade of blue you’ve seen on other troopers who’ve hit on you in the past - the same ones that sat in a booth behind him in the corner. You noticed a couple times that they were all looking in your direction, so you assumed Kix was with them and they were only checking to see how their brother was doing. You continued to scan his armor, trying not to be too obvious. You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but he sported a familiar red insignia that was painted on his left pauldron.

"So you're a medic, huh? Must be a rough job.” He looked up from his drink with a half smile, nodding with confirmation, followed by a sigh.

“Actually, it must not be too rough of a gig if you have time to maintain all that,” you chuckled, your hands waving over your head, gesturing to the patterns shaved on his own.

“It’s not too much maintenance.” He laughed, “I have my brothers’ help.” You nodded with understanding with the grin still plastered on your face.

“You talkin’ about them over there?” You tilted your head in the direction behind Kix; he turned around and caught the eyes of his brothers in the booth behind him. You jokingly waved at them, one of them with a dark goatee waved right back with a big smile on his face. Before Kix could ask, “I noticed they kept looking over here, and you all have the same shade of blue painted on your armor. Took an educated guess.”

Kix began to tell you a few short stories of things that happened while in the field. You sat back and listened, the alcohol warming your ears. Some of the events he reminisced on were happy, successful missions - he also told you of a few close calls and how he had to hold his brothers as the light left their eyes, because there was nothing more he could do for them. He eventually apologized for talking only about him, but you waved it off; you were genuinely interested in his war stories. You were too busy shutting down other soldiers’ advances towards you that you never really heard of what they go through. Tomorrow isn’t promised for these soldiers.

He downed the last of his drink, and excused himself to the ‘fresher, promising to be right back. “Don’t go anywhere.” He teased. You watched him walk away; he purposefully took the route that was further away from booth were his lads sat and drank. At this point, you were totally drawn to him - there was definitely no threat of you going anywhere. The way he carried himself, that sparkle in his eyes, his sense of humor, the way he was so much more genuine than any of the other clones that came your way...

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You absolutely were not expecting your night at 79′s to go in the direction that it did.

You invited Kix back to your apartment - you never thought you’d be bringing a clone back to your place, but crazier things have happened.

At 79′s, while he was in the ‘fresher, you decided what you wanted. When he sat back down, you told him just that. His reaction was sweet, “I’d like that very much.”

So, here you both are, making out by your front door, having just closed it behind you. You acted first, throwing yourself at him as soon as you locked the door. He in no way minded, but he eventually took control and slammed you against the front door and let his hands trail all over you. You wished you could do the same, but he was still covered in all that damn plastoid.

“Kix? Do you think you can take all this off?” Knocking on his armored chest like it was a door, you broke from his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him, hot breaths mingling with one another. He quickly obliged, and shed the plastoid pieces in no time, tossing them haphazardly to the left.

Your mouths met again. Kix started licking along your bottom lip, requesting access inside your hot mouth. You gladly let him in, your breaths turned into quiet moans quicker than you could stop them. He tasted like your favorite whiskey; the taste somehow adding to your arousal and made you wetter than you were before. You had first felt the arousal flood to your lower half in the cab ride on the way to your place, when Kix’s gloved hand gently grazed along your thigh. The dress you were wearing had ridden up when you slid into the seat, but you didn’t bother fixing it. He wasn’t even looking at you; he was looking out the cab’s dusty window at all the nightlife Coruscant had to offer as the cab whisked along. His fingers tickled along your exposed skin, dancing over the goosebumps that had formed. Him not looking at you while he teased you sent warmth all throughout your body - a different warmth than what you were already feeling from the whiskey and whatever drink he was drinking.

Eventually you both had moved from leaning against the front door and clumsily meandered over to the sofa. You pushed him down to sit on the sofa and stood over him; noting how dark his eyes had gotten, taking over the sparkle that had drawn you to him in the first place. His dark cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen. He was quite the sight. He was so... pretty.

“What are you lookin’ at?” He raised a quizzical brow and flashed a cheesy grin; you realized you were just standing there staring at him silently. Just as you felt a blush come on your face, his hands shot up to grab at your hips, pulling you down on top of him. You were never really were a graceful person, so you sort of tripped on nothing as he pulled you towards him. That earned a laugh from him, but it was a sincere one - he wasn't making fun of you, that much you knew.

You were straddled on his lap at this point, knees pressed into the sofa on either side of him. The kisses you shared were tender... not at all how your other hookups kissed you. His palms - now bare - rested on your lower back as he applied a small amount of pressure, effectively pushing you closer into him. Your hands rested on his pauldron-less shoulders.

You were comfortable with him, and you had only just met him a couple hours ago.

And though you were enjoying his tender kisses and warm hands resting still on your back, you were hungry for more. Taking matters in your own hands to speed things up, you broke away from his mouth and lifted off him slightly to slide your dress up and over your head, tossing it off to the side out of sight. You nestled back down on top of him when you finally realized how hard he was underneath his skin-tight under-armor pants. You gave your hips an experimental wiggle across his clothed member, his head tilted back with shut eyes, and the deep moan he conjured up his chest set off fireworks in your gut.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to shed his clothing as well. His undershirt flew off in one swift motion and joined your dress somewhere across your tiny apartment. With a smirk, you leaned back a little to get access to the waistband of his pants. Kix lifted his hips and helped to slide his pants down, underwear coming off with them. His fully-erect cock sprang free, smacking gently against the happy trail below his naval.

“Fuck, Kix.” You gawked at him. “Are all you clones like this? I can’t believe I spent all that time shooing away your brothers when I could’ve had th-” You yelped as you were cut off when Kix jolted up, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, arms snug around his neck in fear of falling.

Kix laughed, walking you over to your bedroom. He sat you down at the foot of your bed. “Lay back.”

Butterflies flew around in your stomach because you could only imagine what was going to happen next. You lay back with your legs hanging off the foot of the bed, waiting anxiously for his next move.

“You know...” he started, his fingertips ghosting around the band of your underwear, “I have quite the extensive knowledge when it comes to the human body - being medically trained, and all.” He took his time sliding your underwear down; you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements. He was crouched down in between your dangling legs with a huge smirk on his face.

The butterflies flew away, and the fireworks returned. Your entire lower half was on fire.

You watched Kix closely as his lips ghosted along your inner thigh, starting at your knee and slowly making his way up to where you absolutely needed him most. His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, letting out a quiet chuckle as he nipped the thin skin of your inner thigh. His hands trailed up your thighs and then to your waist, blatantly going around your exposed heat.

His mouth went to your other thigh, kissing his way up, starting at your knee. “I know all the pressure points in the human body...” *kiss* “I know where all the sensitive spots are on a woman...” *kiss* He was finally getting to where you needed him. It was too much to keep yourself propped on your elbows, so you laid back down as he chuckled against your sensitive and flushed skin. His kisses were slow and agonizing, but he was making progress. He was going up and up, closer and closer -

“I know that I can get you to scream.” That was it. His hot breath was right there. You needed him now.

“Kix -” He cut you off for the second time tonight with his tongue, slowly licking a long stripe up your glistening lips to your clit. You yelped at the warm and wet muscle making contact at last, earning a low chuckle from the man who’s mouth was buried in your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your body.

“Holy f- fuck.” Your hand was gripping tightly at the sheets by your side, while you brought your other hand up to your mouth, shoving a knuckle inside in an attempt to muffle your moans. Kix kept up his brutal attack with his tongue, making out with your pussy the same way he made out with you on the couch - slow and passionate.

You were unable to control the way your back arched up off the sheets. Kix’s hands moved from your thighs to your hips, long and dark fingers splayed over your stomach, pinning you down to keep you flat against the bed. His grip was bruising and you were for sure going to have marks there in the morning - that thought alone created a deep moan in your chest the escaped out your mouth before you could muffle it.

It was coming - you felt it, and you were sure he could sense it, too. You were completely unable to suppress your moans now; both your hands were occupied with clinging to the sheets for dear life. Your entire body was on fire when it hit you like a speeder. Thighs shaking on either side of him, your orgasm hit hard. You clamped your eyes shut and let it come over you, the white light bright behind your eyelids. Kix didn’t stop. He lapped you up through the entire thing, now adding in a single digit as he pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud.

“Stars,” you managed to breathe out. It was impossible to come off from your high at this point as he added in a second digit, curing them up and hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“What did I tell you?” He sounded all too cocky, but he was right. This soldier - this medic - knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was wrecking you.

‘You taste so kriffin’ good and make the prettiest noises when you cum.” His tongue left your sensitive clit; his head left its place buried in your pussy so he could get a better look at your reactions. “I wanna see you...” He pumped his fingers faster, “Give me another.” The way his voice sounded sent you over the edge once again, your second orgasm hitting before you even came down all the way from your first. Your whimpers and groans were echoing in your small apartment, but you didn’t care.

He removed his fingers and lifted them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Fuck. You were trembling beneath him, watching him lick his fingers clean - that image alone made you moan.

He was standing now, his cock in hand, locking eyes with yours. Your body was tired - oversensitive and shaky - but you knew the night wasn’t over, and you did not mind in the slightest.

You watched him through hooded eyes, biting your lower lip as he stood at the edge of the bed slowly stroking himself. It almost looked like he was pondering what to do next - thinking about what exactly he wanted to do to you.

Seconds later, he grabbed your ankles and brought them back to meet the back on your thighs. You were nearly folded like a lawn chair when he met the edge of the bed as far as his legs could go, and teased your oversensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his cock. You let your head fall back and eyes close, waiting for him to push in, but he pauses. You yank your head back up and see him with his head tilted slightly to the side and a smile on his face.

“What is it?” You breathed out, wiggling your hips a little to the best of your ability, promoting him to proceed.

“Nothing. You’re just beautiful, that’s all.” You blushed and leaned your head back down to the bed. Not even a second later you were filled to the brim with one swift motion. Kix stilled again; this time when you shot your head back to look at him, his own was tilted back with his eyes clamped shut. Your heavy breaths were the only sound in the quiet room for the moment; he was letting you get adjusted to him while he relished in the way you felt around his cock.

Your ankles were still sat against the backs of your thighs; his hands came up to press into your shins as he slowly began to thrust.

Slow, gentle thrusts quickly turned to hard and deep ones, his grip on your shins transferred to bruising grips on your hips as he pounded you into the bed. The position he had you in gave his cock the ability to hit further inside you than you ever thought possible. You were a whimpering mess - completely at his mercy. Between grunts coming from Kix you were able to make out words like “tight” and “warm”. You couldn't focus on anything other than how he was pretty much splitting you open.

You didn’t think you could cum as many times as you already had, but your third orgasm came out of nowhere, white hot and burning in your gut. To add liquid tibanna to the fire, Kix worked your clit with expert fingers as he coaxed you to give him “just one more.”

Well, one more is what you gave him, because your fourth orgasm hit you just seconds after your third. You didn’t even know that was possible, yet here you were, completely wrecked by this soldier hammering in and out of you while working your oversensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers.

The squelching sounds coming from his cock moving in and out of your very well-lubricated cunt made your face burn. Kix was close; his thrusts were becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm while his grunts were getting louder as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him.

He quickly pulled out, working himself with a shaky hand as he shot out his release. His sticky cum spurted in warm ropes, splattering on your lower stomach and the apex of your thighs. You couldn't help but smile up at him as his finished - not minding the mess he made all over you - noticing that the signature sparkle in his eyes returned as worked the last of his release from his spent, softening cock. Kix flopped down on the bed next to you; you both panted in unison, trying to catch your breaths. He turned his head to you and you turned your head to him, watching him as his chest movements became slower, returning to the steady rise and fall of normal breathing. He let out a long sigh followed by a smirk, his arms folded above his head.

“Stars. That was... was - ”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. He nodded in agreement, raising his hand to wipe a bead of sweat of your brow. “Some medical training you had there, Kix.”

It felt like an hour went by as you both came down from your highs, laying in silence. You sat up, nearly forgetting you were coated in his sticky release. You looked over your shoulder at him with a sheepish smile. Kix instantly shot up and stepped into the ‘fresher, coming back with a damp towel, “Allow me.” What a gentleman. You blushed at the sweet gesture - which, to be totally honest, seemed silly since he had just spit you open and completely wrecked you.

After he had cleaned you up, you flopped back down on the bed, not putting the energy in to get dressed. Kix had his bottoms back on when he sat down on the bed next to you, his hand coming up to tuck loose hair behind your ears. You were completely lost in his kind eyes; you felt a ridiculous smile plastered on your face as you started into them.

“I’m a regular at 79′s y’know,” you informed him, your smile turning into a mischievous grin.

His one brow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like I know where to find you, beautiful.”

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rogertaylorismycar · 3 years

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My Girl - Michael Gray oneshot

Summary: You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

Warnings: smut, fingering, desk sex?? vaginal sex, hair pulling, michael gray being hot!! fluff at the beginning, and its 1am i just got the idea for this sp possible grammar errors and yeah that’s it enjoy

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It was late at night when you were still in your office finishing off some paperwork Tommy had asked you to complete before tomorrow. Of course you took on the workload but you slightly underestimated how much there was to get through. Though you’d managed to get through a good chunk, you couldn’t help but feel distracted with the pair of eyes across the room that were fixated on you as you worked. Michael. He was your…you weren’t even sure what you two were anymore. You both would constantly tease and flirt with each other and though it started out as a joke – Michael’s stupid pick-up lines and your over the top, ridiculous attempts at seducing him – it all felt very real now. Your eye roll that usually followed his pick-up lines had been replaced by flustered mumbling and his sarcastic laugh that followed your teasing had been replaced with a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. It would be a lie to say that no one felt the tension whenever you two were in a room together and it would be a lie to say that you both didn’t constantly have the other person on their mind, pretty much twenty four-seven.

Your eyes scanned the same sentence that you had skimmed over four times already, yet not properly taken in. You felt hot under Michael’s gaze, it made you almost squirm in your seat.

You swear he hadn’t looked away for a second in the past twenty minutes.

After rolling the pencil between your fingers, trying your hardest, one last time, to concentrate, you finally looked up to meet Michael’s stare.

“Do you like what you see?” Your eyebrows raised as you swiftly sat back in your chair, you legs crossing one another, moving slowly on purpose. Michael’s eyes darted away from your face momentarily to look at your legs before he replied,

“You know I always do.” He smirked confidently as he noticed your smooth façade crack at his words, your cheeks dusting with pink and you fiddled with the pencil in your hands. His smirk faded slightly as he noticed your nervous shift in body language,

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Y/N?”

You looked up at him quickly, shaking your head reassuringly, “no, I just,” you paused, during which you couldn’t help the grin spread across your face, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

He grinned back at you, looking at the floor for a moment before he responded,

“Can you blame me, when you always look so stunning?”

Shaking your head gently unbelievingly whilst letting out a small giggle, you put the pencil back on the table before putting your elbows on the desk and resting your chin on your hands. Your cheeks were still so blushed were from his comments, you almost didn’t reply,

“Are you flirting with me, Michael?”

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward towards you, his elbows on the opposite side of your desk, your faces inches away, “Yes. Is it working?”

His hot breath fanned against your lips as he made the gap between you both slightly shorter. His lips were centimetres away from yours and you felt your heart hammer in your chest with anticipation.

“Yes.” Was all you muttered out before closing the gap fully between the two of you. His soft lips hitting yours ever so gentle and soft. As if he were scared he would break you. Your hands raised to wrap themselves around the back of his neck as he stood up slightly and pulled you over your desk, knocking quite a few things off in the process before you were sat on the edge of your desk with Michael stood between your legs. You were about to protest about Tommy’s paperwork but was cut of with a gasp as Michael began to kiss his way down your neck, kissing slightly rougher than he had your lips. He took his time as he sucked his way down your neck all the way down to your collarbone as his hands gripped your hips, drawing lazy circles on them. He looked up at you when he reached the top of your shirt and you nodded, encouraging him to take it off.

He did.

He unbuttoned your shirt, his warm hands brushing against the skin of your arms as he slid it off you, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in just your skirt and bra now as Michael leaned in to kiss you again, this time it was rougher. It was forceful and you sank into it with ease, a floaty feeling washing over you so you didn’t even realise he had taken your bra off until you felt the cold air hit your hard nipples. That feeling was eased straight away as Michael wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it and nipping at it while his hand pinched your other one.

“Michael.” His name came out as a breathy moan as you arched your back, almost trying to squirm away from his touch which only made him step closer to you. His clothed hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt as he took your other nipple in his mouth making you whine his name softly again.

Michael’s pulled away from your breasts, the cold air now teasing your nipples as one of his hands began tracing little patterns on your thigh underneath your skirt. Your breath hitched as his fingertips reached your panties and he stopped to toy with the lace before yanking it aside and running his fingers teasingly over your entrance,

“So marvellously wet for me.”

“Michael…fuck- please stop teasing m-” you managed to whine out at first before you broke off with a louder moan when his hand dragged up to your clit and began to slowly rub circles on it. He continued to draw circles on your clit agonisingly slow as he brought his lips against your ear,

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?” He smirked against the skin below your ear as he pushed a finger inside of you, a line of expletives rolling off your tongue.

“Michael, please,” you whined as he began thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly.

“Tell me what you want and I might just give it to you,” he finished his sentence off by taking your earlobe between his teeth and dragging it slightly. You moaned in frustration, unable to get your words out as Michael added another finger to you, stretching you ever so slightly.

“Please, I want you, I want you to fuck me,” you whined out needily. As soon as the words left your mouth his hand was gone from in-between your legs, replaced instead with a dull aching sensation. He reached down to undo his belt and you reached out to unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt. Pulling the waistcoat off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt you discarded them both on the floor before running your hands over his chest in awe. He dragged your skirt down your legs and your panties down as you lifted your hips slightly, also discarding your items of clothing on the floor.

Pulling his cock free from his boxers, you saw he was fully hard. Not only that, but he was huge. You widened your eyes slightly and he noticed immediately.

Resting his forehead gently against yours, “do you want this, Y/N?”

His eyes were sincere as they looked into yours, awaiting an answer.

“Yes, make me yours.”

Yours. He felt his stomach flip at the very word. His.

That was all the confirmation he needed before placing himself once again between your legs, Pulling them slightly more apart as he lined up with your entrance and slowly beginning to push inside you. You hissed as he stretched you out, his cock fitting tightly inside your cunt, the slight burning pain being overridden by the pleasure of being full to the brim with Michael’s cock.

He stilled inside you for a minute to let you properly adjust to his size, and it wasn’t long before you were asking him to move inside of you.

“Gosh Y/N, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long before doing this. Fuck…” he moaned lowly into your hair, resting his head on your shoulder momentarily.

“Aaaa…fuck, me too,” you moaned in agreement, you’ll never know why you both just allowed the tension to grow between you.

“Michael, god, that feels so good,” you cried out as he shifted your legs slightly. Placing his hands on the underside of your thighs he quickened his pace, his cock inside you feeling so good. Every nerve felt like bliss, you felt like you were on ecstasy, everything felt so good all at once as Michael brought a hand up to toy with one of your breasts. This feeling was a thousand times better than just your imagination could have ever created. You were both one now. Circling your hips in sync with his deep and sharp thrusts inside of you.

His hand pulled away from your breast and reached up to your head, pulling roughly on your hair as he buried his hand in your hair. Jerking your head to the side with his hair tightly in his fist he attached his lips to the side of your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot. Smirking against your skin once again he sucked on your neck.

“Mmm-Michael I- I’m close,” you barely managed to form coherent words as the build up of tension in your lower abdomen grew significantly as Michael hit a spot inside you that left you seeing stars, basically falling apart beneath him.

“I know, fuck, come with me,” he whined roughly against your neck, your hair still gathered in his hand as he pulled it harder. He thrusted repeatedly against your g-spot inside of you and your eyes rolled back as you squeezed around Michael’s cock, making it twitch inside of you.

“Come with me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, the slight pain from the hair pulling, the fingers lazily drawing circles on your clit, his cock hitting your g-spot, it all sent you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you with force, causing you to shake slightly. Your walls squeezed Michael’s cock which sent him over the edge too, his hot release painting your walls as your grinded your hips in sync with his thrusts to ride both of your orgasms out.

Your hips finally came to a stop as you both steadied your breathing before Michael pulled out of you, causing you to whine slightly at the feeling of being empty. You both stopped to look around at the mess you made; all of your papers were on the floor, scattered here and there, all out the orders you had filed them in.

Michael smirked before looking back at you, “I’m sure Tommy’s paperwork can wait a little longer.”

You grinned, understanding instantly, “it can wait all night.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned back at you before once again attacking your neck but you pushed him away slightly making him look at you with concern.

“My girl? So are we…” You bit your lip in hesitation.

“Dating? Of course, only if you want to, my love.” He smiled nervously awaiting a response, the glisten in his eyes genuine.

“Of course I do.”

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krabstick32 · 3 years

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Girl Code

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Having crushes are hard. Especially when your best friend and the person you like seem to be hitting it off.

Tags/warnings: very very very light angst, mostly fluff uwu

a/n: first of all, happy new year! school got reaaaal busy, so whew! it’s been a while! not gonna lie, I really missed writing stuff! I got a few days worth of break, so hopefully I get to finish a few backlogged reqs. (I think I only have two left, but to those two, I sincerely apologize for the wait! I’m planning to write them as headcanons to get them out faster, so I hope you don’t mind!)

to @aliaisreal, thank you so much for requesting and being so patient with me 🥺 i apologize in advance if it’s not very good :(( it’s not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it and that it’s somehow worth the wait^^

Link to the ask: Request by @aliaisreal

As the Insect Pillar, and the successor of the Butterfly Estate, Shinobu Kocho was one busy woman. She has a lot of responsibilities on her plate such as slaying demons, concocting medicine, and the like, so it was safe to say that she had no time to babysit anyone but—

“Shinobu!” The door bursts open and one of her… self-appointed responsibilities come prancing right through the threshold. “How about we go out to the village and have some lunch, hmm? My treat!”

Even if her skin felt like it almost flew off in shock, her smile stayed the same as she arranged the papers she intentionally threw around her desk when you came barging through the door. It wasn’t like you immediately coming in shocked her or anything. No, not at all. “Hello to you too, (F/N). Not that I particularly mind, but why so sudden?”

At that, your cheeks turn an adorable shade of red. In your excitement to invite her out to eat, you forgot to greet her first. “Ah, hello. But, back to the topic of lunch!”

Shinobu didn’t really change the topic, but she waved a hand as an indication for you to continue.

“Well, you seem stressed lately. I was hoping to treat you out y’know? And then you could rant and tell me all about it—only if you want to of course, no pressure at all!”

She sighed. For the past few days, Shinobu was starting to get a little frustrated with the current medicine she was trying to make work. On top of that, she needed to handle so many other things, and do missions, check in on patients, cook—well, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it was starting to get on her nerves.

It was no surprise that you were starting to notice because even if you seemed a little too enthusiastic at times, you were still her best friend and a pillar at that—you wouldn’t be here without being exceptionally skilled and observant. Overenthusiasm aside, she—and everybody else included—knew you meant well.

“I don’t know,” She hums, excited to see how you’ll react. “Are you done with your portion of the work? You looked a little distracted earlier, what with Tomioka-san—“

With the mention of the water pillar’s name, your sweet closed eyed smile turned sour as you immediately placed your hands on her mouth to stop her from continuing that sentence. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m done! You know I don’t slack off. All the patients are fine and I've stitched up the few whose wounds opened.”

She was just teasing. Shinobu was well aware of your skill and work ethic, and while Shinobu was gifted in medicine, particularly pharmaceuticals, you had an uncanny knack for cutting people apart, and stitching them back up again. You were as skilled with a scalpel as you were with a sword.

“I’m just teasing (F/N)-chan.” The Insect Pillar replied, and couldn’t help but want to push more of your buttons as your face seemed to relax at the thought that she wouldn’t mention a particular someone. “But are you sure you’d rather invite me? I’m sure you’d rather ask Tomio—“

If your face was pink before, you were absolutely glowing right now as you put back your hand on top of her mouth. “Shinobu! You know I...you know I don’t like him like that! Besides, I am positive he likes someone else.”

She shrugs your hands off—which were slightly clammy, ew— as she shows you a devilish smile that has you sweating more. “Lie all you’d like, but I don’t think that’s something someone who ‘doesn’t like him like that’ would say, don’t you think?”

Ah, teasing was fun, but teasing you and tomioka were one of the few pleasures in life she made sure to enjoy.

“...Stop teasing me or I will eat without you.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go to that ramen shop in the village.”

Everyone didn’t give the great Inosuke-sama enough credit!

He was raised by boars, grew up in the wild, and treated the mountains like his home. Insouke may have lacked skill in what society normally taught, like proper etiquette, and reading, but the wild was a great teacher on its own, and taught him things he wouldn’t have learned in the company of other humans.

Spending his entire life out in the wild, Inosuke was able to learn how to heighten his senses, particularly his sense of touch, and how to observe. He may have been clueless in the socially acceptable ways to voice out what he sees, what he feels, but Inosuke is perceptive, and that’s what people normally wouldn’t associate with someone who was as stubborn as a rock, and as brash as a beast.

Inosuke—and Kentaro, Nezuko, and Monitsu for that matter—usually spent their time at the butterfly estate. The three of them—mostly Tontaro, really—helped the girls. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, lifting heavy things, were simple chores that they did, and afterwards, Inosuke would often find himself looking for you and Shinobu.

He always felt this...fuwa-fuwa feeling around the two of you, and he thought both of you were like that Gengoro, his sister, and reluctantly Chuitsu.

There was a day where Shinobu was out on a mission, leaving you partially in charge of the butterfly estate, and spending some time with Inosuke. Personally, you found Inosuke to be interesting due to his origins, and overall, he was fun to be around with. Surprisingly, both of you really complimented each other despite being both huge balls of energy and enthusiasm.

That day, you and him were having a little spar by one of the yards around the estate. To an outsider, it was absolutely funny seeing him, who had a more built body compared to your lithe frame, getting thrown off and beaten to a pulp with a wooden stick. If Shuitzu were here to see the spar, he would be laughing his ass off in that pissy, slightly disgusting high-pitched tone at the many times Inosuke was thrown down. Manchiro would probably observe though, and would probably encourage him that he could beat you one day while helping him with his wounds.

Contrary to popular belief though, Inosuke was well aware he couldn’t beat you, at least not yet. Regardless of the way you looked, he could feel it in his skin that you were a formidable opponent who could easily break his bones if you wanted. Seeing your strength for himself was an opportunity he saw where he could get stronger, even if it did frustrate him a little. Or a lot.

“The great Inosuke demands a rematch! A rematch!”he demands, fussing against the ground as you lower your sword and stand up straight from your last breathing form.

“Ahaha, okay, okay! But I’m feeling a little tired…” you pause and place a hand on your chin with a thoughtful look. In a few seconds, you snap your fingers and turn back to him with a bright smile. “Ah! How about we take a break first? Then you could go back to handing me my butt?”

Inosuke knew you weren’t tired and that technically, you were the one handing him his ass. You weren’t heaving a lung out like he was, or sweating bullets. You were the picture of calm and collected, pristine like untouched snow, without a hair out of place.

Inosuke huffs and pushes himself off the ground. “Fine! Insouke-sama permits it!”

“Wonderful! Wait here.” You chirp and pad back into the butterfly estate, leaving Inosuke to unceremoniously plop back down to the ground.

A few minutes pass, and he feels his skin tingle—someone was here, but they didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. It would have felt different if there was.

He looks up from his spot on the ground and spots the hanhan baori guy, his face looking the same as it did the past few times Inosuke saw it. The odd guy was just passing through the gate when Inosuke pushed himself off the floor, wooden sword pointed between Pochioka’s eyes.

“Hanhan Bao—!”

Before Inosuke would have finished his proclamation to fight, you were back standing at the engawa with a tray of sliced fruit, and bamboo cups filled with cool water. “Inosuke? What’s wro—Giyuu! What brings you here?”

Huh. That was odd.

“(F/N)-san.” Inosuke goes uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes darted between the two of you.

It was completely unmistakable. Hanhan Baori’s mouth moved when you arrived. Inosuke honestly thought Dohioka was a magic statue before this day.

You turn to Inosuke and place the tray in a safe spot. “Here, eat first. I’ll just ask what Giyuu needs, and we can spar right after, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay.”

At his response, you give him a warm smile and pat his head (there was that darned fuwa-fuwa feeling again!). He watches as you and Tapioka move a few meters away, settling underneath the shade of a tree to talk, a bit too far away for him to hear.

He doesn’t think he needs to though, because your body language said it all.

Your face was a little flushed, your smile looked even sweeter. Hanhan baori’s mouth was curling upwards in a smile, and his eyes looked fond. A suspicious combination for someone who he previously thought was a statue up until now. But he digresses. He’s never seen you look so...like this. You smiling wasn’t much of a surprise, but with Pachinko around...it was different, and Tochioka seemed more open to boot. There wasn’t much of a doubt in his mind. There was something between you two. He just couldn’t put a name on it—but there was something. Maybe he should ask Monjiro about it.

He munches on the fruit thoughtfully, watching you smile softly—softer than he’s ever seen—as you seem to answer a question Torioka asked you.

Yep, definitely something up between you and Tomioka.

Maybe he should extend his help. After all, the great Inosuke-sama was the kind ruler of the mountains. Pushing you two along would be a piece of cake.

Shinobu catches you pouting by the window in your joint office. It was adorable, considering how your cheeks were puffed, and your eyebrows were furrowed, but with your personality? Sulking wasn��t like you. “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

Surprised, you jump and turn to find the Insect Pillar with her ever present smile painted on her face. It seems softer though, kinder. “Huh? No, nothing’s wrong!” You disagree, pushing yourself off the chair and tidying up the papers scattered on your desk.

She watches you with a small knowing smile on her face. “What, didn’t see Tomioka-san today?”

You paused for a moment, imperceptible to any outsider, but to Shinobu, who has spent so much time around you, that momentary lapse in movement was enough of an indicator. “...No.”

Hit the nail right on the head!

“You are a terrible liar (F/N)-chan. I thought the two of you were getting along? Should I go put poison in his tea?”

At her suggestion, you turn back as your skin pales. It was largely concerning how easily Shinobu could do that. “What? No! He did nothing, I swear it!”

“Awfully defensive,” The Insect Pillar snickers, before taking a seat on her chair and turning to you. With you pouting at her, Shinobu is reminded of how fun it was to tease you.

“Shinobu-chan.”

“Teasing.” She raises her hands in a move to placate you. Well, annoying you was fun and all, but she was concerned for you, more so than wanting to piss you off. “Anyway—jokes aside, you know i’m always here for you, right?”

You knew that. She was always willing to listen to your problems, but you couldn’t exactly tell her that you’re trying to distance yourself from Giyuu because he liked her.

Truth be told, you were getting along with Giyuu, so much so that you’ve started to like him as more than a friend. But, you cared for Shinobu and you wanted her to be happy. She and Giyuu made more sense than you and him.

“...Yes.”

“And that I love you like a sister, right?”

Despite all the teasing, you knew Shinobu really cared for you. She may like to push your buttons, but oddly enough, it reminded you of one of your siblings, so you didn’t mind. Just like your relative, you knew they did it because they wanted to distract you from your problems. An odd way of doing it, but they really would have gotten along.

“Yeah.”

“And that I can easily kill a man and hide his body?”

“Shinobu-chan!”

She laughs, the sound very similar to bells, and you can’t help the bitter thought that maybe Giyuu liked someone with a mellow voice like hers. “Kidding! Kidding! Well, kind of on that last one.”

You pout, and she brushes off her statement with a near irresistible bribe. “Alright, how about we go get some food? My treat.”

Awfully tempting. But there was still one more concern in your head.

“No poison?”

“Have more faith in my, (F/N)-chan!” Giggling, Shinobu slides the door open, and beckons you over. “Now, let’s go—I’m sure you’re hungry!”

“You didn’t answer my question!” You say, trailing after her in mild worry, feelings momentarily forgotten as the thought of food replaces it.

It was any other early evening in the butterfly estate when the Water Pillar barged in through the doors, blood dripping from an open wound on his chest, with the oddest expression on his face.

Maybe what should have alarmed the butterfly girls were the deep scratch marks on his chest. Instead, it was the near half-crazed look on his face. Tomioka-san’s face never moved from it’s impassively cold stare, why was now any different?

“Where is she?” He rasps.

Aoi, who was standing at the entrance with Kiyo upon his arrival, was brought out of her shock. “Tomioka-sama, lie down. Kiyo will lead you to a room and I’ll get Shinobu-sama immediately to take care of your wounds.”

“No, where is she? Where’s (F/N)—”

From the end of the hall, you came down to see what all the huff was about. You were taking inventory of the supplies since it was a little slow today, but the ruckus urged you to go out and take a look.

“Giyuu? What’s going on he—ohmygods, Giyuu, are you alright?” Seeing Giyuu pale—well, paler than normal—and bleeding all over the floor was not what you expected though.

“(F/N)...” Seeing her alive and breathing eased Giyuu’s worries, so much so that he sags in relief. He would have dropped down the floor if it weren’t for your quick reflexes.

Lightly, he feels you press a hand to his head, wiping the sweat forming on his brow.

“Giyuu? Stay with me, we’re going to fix you right up, ‘kay?” There was no doubt in his head that you could. He’s been in much worse really. The blood loss just wasn’t doing him any favors.

Regardless, he shakes his head and just savors you being here, warm and alive.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Dead? Who, me? No, silly! I just sprained my ankle, so walking’s a little hard, but i’ll be fine!”

“I thought I was going to lose you...” He was starting to babble. The blood loss was starting to affect him more than he’d thought.

“Lose me? Don’t worry, I’m not going away any time soon.”

“Good…” Giyuu breathes out a sigh of relief. He liked the thought of you living for a long, long time. “I like you a lot.”

With that admission, his head slumps over your shoulder, and his body gets heavier, prompting you to nearly drop him with the weight of his sudden confession and his mass.

Aoi and Kiyo watches, shocked beyond words as your face continuously gets redder and redder. Whether it was from the exertion, or his words, well, everyone knew exactly what was causing you to look like a freshly plucked apple.

“H-Hah?! Wait, Giyuu? Giyuu!”

And that is the sight that greets Shinobu. She was back from a report to Oyakata-sama, so seeing you all red and flustered with a fully grown man who was bleeding all over her floor and who was about to fall over and kill you—with his weight, or with his words, Shinobu could easily guess which—was an especially unusual sight, but unfortunately, not really unexpected. And mildly infuriating.

“Tomioka-san, you total dunce! Get treated first! Ugh, (F/N)-chan, don’t let him fall, he’s losing blood!”

“Ow—“ Giyuu grunts, the bandage being wrapped around his torso a little too tight for his taste.

“Tomioka-san.” Shinobu starts, her hands continuously steady as she wraps the bandages with precision and efficiency around his chest. “I don’t think we’ve had a heart to heart chat about (F/N)-chan, don’t you think?”

After Giyuu’s surprise confession, you and Shinobu were able to drag him to a nearby room. He was passed out cold, and between you two, carrying a fully grown man would still be difficult, even if you’ve both had special pillar training.

He woke up a few minutes after you were done stitching the open gash at his stomach which caused his bloodloss (and slightly embarassing fainting spell). These unfortunate series of events have led him here, painfully being bandaged by none other than Shinobu. It wold have been nice if you were the one doing it, but Shinobu sent you to go look for more bandages with this sickly sweet look in her eyes—which you barely noticed in your worry. The worry was sweet, but now he knows Shinobu’s motives. Interrogstion.

Giyuu could do nothing else but nod, doing his damn best to not flinch, and keep still.

“You see, she really likes you, you know? I’ve never seen (F/N)-chan happier than she is when she’s with you. Honestly, I don’t know why she does, and what she sees in you but I like seeing her happy. You and I both know that she deserves it.”

Giyuu watches her wrap the bandages with practiced ease albeit with a little more force than necessary. Hearing Shinobu talk about you so fondly has him feeling grateful that you had someone who cared so deeply for you, and who was so willing to do anything to keep you happy. Even if the brunt of her attacks did fall on him, he could understand where she was coming from.

“She does,” Giyuu says, surprising Shinobu as she finds the softest, most fondest look she has ever seen on Giyuu’s immovable face. For a moment, Shinobu could see that he cared so much for you—as much, if not more than you cared for him—and she knew that he would never do anything to hurt you.

Unbelievable. She can’t believe he passed her test so easily.

She lets out a heavy sigh, turning back to the task at hand with a saccharine smile ready on her face.

“All that said, If you hurt any part of who I see as my beloved sister, I'll make sure to use my medical expertise to ensure you don’t get a chance to spread your genes—”

The door slides open with a nice loud clack, preventing Giyuu from hearing the rest of Shinobu’s sentence. Just as well too. He doesn’t think he’d want to hear the rest.

“Shinobu-chan! I’ve got more bandages for Giyuu!”

“Ah, thank you, (F/N)-chan!” The Insect Pillar smiles, taking one of the fresh bundles you offered, as you moved to the side of the room, arranging the medical supplies for easier access.

Shinobu leans down, under the guise of tying the gauze, as you flit around the room, spreading sunshine in your trails. None of you mention how you blatantly avoid eye contact with Giyuu. But it’s not like he’s initiating any either.

“I don’t think I need to continue my sentence.” She mumbles under her breath. “Do you understand?”

Giyuu winces as she tucks in another piece of bandage, grumbling in response. “Loud and clear.”

BONUS:

Later that night, Shinobu left the two of you alone in Giyuu’s hospital room to talk it out. It was a little awkward at first, but as the two of you melt the ice, your usual sunny personalty—ironic, as you were the Snow Pillar—takes over. Throughout the course of the evening, you take out his hand with his permission, and have the time of your life holding it. It was a little funny how stiff and unused he was being at hand holding, but you found that to be one of his unexpected charms. And it wasn’t like he was complaining. He actually found it adorable how small your hands were, and how it fit really well against his own.

“So you don’t like Shinobu?” You ask a little shyly, playing with the tips of his fingers.

Against your skin, you feel him shiver in disgust as he looks slighty disgusted by question. “Gods, no, never.”

“So you were serious about liking me? It wasn’t a joke?”

“I don’t think I’d joke about that in my final moments.”

You giggle, feeling a little silly for even questioning it. But really, you don’t think you could be blamed for it. “You have a point.”

The two of you stay in comfortable silence for a while. He watches you trace vague shapes against his palms and he’s never felt so at peace before, than he did at this moment. After a while though, a curious thought strikes him, and he can’t help but want to ask.

“...What made you think that?”

The tips of your ears stain pink before you look away and bring one hand to your cheek. “Well I thought you two liked each other, and it seemed like she suited you much better than I would.”

“I only ever liked you. I thought I was being obvious.”

As blunt as ever.

“Ahaha!” You laughed, getting flustered in spite of the warmth pooling into your chest. “Well, I guess not enough for me.” It’s not as if you were able to notice. You did think he liked Shinobu after all. “By the way, why did you think I was going to die?”

He look up at the ceiling. “One of Tanjirou’s friends...that boar kid told me you couldn’t walk, and that you couldn’t move.”

“Inosuke? Oh, that…that actually makes a lot of—a lot of s-sense!”

Giyuu watches you fondly as you laugh. In your defense, the thought of you spraining your ankle being blown out of proportion by none other than Inosuke was funnier than you ever expected.

“Don’t laugh.” Giyuu pouts. It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “By the way he said it, I really thought you weren’t going to live to see another day.”

You breather deeply, giggling a little as you look at him with mirth and happiness dancing in your eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll explain it to him tomorrow. But I guess I should thank him. If you weren’t nearly half-dead on your feet, neither of us would have confessed.”

“Yeah. I‘ll go with you.”

“Cool! Cool...Um, Giyuu?”

“Yes?”

“Could you maybe… perhaps, say that again?”

“Say what, again?”

“That you like me?”

Giyuu chuckles, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I like you.”

He’d say it a million more times if he gets to see you smile like that again.

“Heehee, I like you too Giyuu!”

a/n: i got a little sick of rereading this so many times, so, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes!! i hope ya’ll liked it though uwu

also, are any of you playing genshin impact? man, that game saved my sanity, and at the same time caused more insanity....it’s fun.

if u guys wanna play, feel free to send me your uid’s! i’m at world level 6 so i can go into most worlds :^)

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Eye of the Storm | Part 2

Summary: It was true, Nikolai might indeed be a fool but he just couldn’t let go of you.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Tidemaker fem!Reader

Warning: angst (don’t worry there’s fluff)

Wordcount: 5.7k

A/N: Again, thank you so, so much @sumsebien bien for your help and input! It helped me a lot 😊 I promise, this one isn’t as heart-breaking.

Your heart felt like collapsing, imploding and crumbling into pieces. This wasn’t a good idea, it couldn’t be, it was the most stupid thing you’d ever agreed to, and yet your body felt like all its butterflies would lift you up in the air. But he was a prince and you Grisha. This – this wouldn’t work. Hesitating your fingers still lingered on the cords of your stays, contemplating if this was the right thing to do, if you really wanted it.

You heard the splashing of water and a loud, cheerful yell. Quickly you turned around to see the tsarevich’s butt disappear in the chill water of the lake. Even for a summer day, especially when it had been rather hot, the water felt cold. It was both damned and refreshing. Undressed to your stays and chemise you still stood there on the shore, watching mesmerized the prince diving into the water. Nikolai emerged with a loud and excited yell. Pushing the damp hair out of his face he saw you standing there where you stood before. He wanted to see you here in the water, with him. But his adolescent mind had him making ogly eyes at you standing there at the moonlight shore in nothing but your stays and chemise. Claiming that he had never wanted to know what was under the kefta would have been a big fat lie. But seeing you now, all he thought was that it was much better than everything he had imagined.

“Did the tidemaker become a chickenmaker?” He teased you with a grin, it wasn’t the best he had to offer but it had come quickly.

“Shut up! I’m still contemplating!” You told him. If someone were to tell you that one day you would be skinny dipping with a prince, you would never have believed them. Never would you’ve thought to fall in love with a prince and he with you. You didn’t even know how it happened. One second, you hadn’t a clue who the tsarevich was and the next he stuck to you like glue.

“About swimming with a prince?” Nikolai grinned, taking some strokes towards the shore.

“About swimming with a fool.”

“Many would die just to go swimming with me. Let alone swimming with me naked to go skinny dipping with me, you know. I’m quite popular and very charming, or so I heard,” he said, grin never leaving his face. If you’d asked him, he would gladly watch you step into the water with your chemise and after, to prevent you from freezing and catching a cold, he would wrap you into his shirt and coat.

“They must’ve told you lies then!” But he was indeed very charming and handsome, and kind. You looked at him, a golden spot in the silver water. Truly he was storybook material, even more than any fairytale could wish for. Gnawing on your lower lip, thinking more about how much you wanted this rather than if it was a good idea, you slowly untied the strings of your chemise. Finally, Nikolai heard the words he had been waiting for. “Turn around and don’t look!”

With a happy smile he did as you asked. “I wouldn’t even dare, moya milaya!”

Cheeks burning hot, not only from the mere thought of approaching him naked as a newborn, you threw your stays onto the ground, next to your kefta. And when the chemise hit your ankles, you made a run for the water, hissing when your toes sunk into the cool. When Nikolai heard the familiar sound of moving through the water and your hisses and giggles, he couldn’t help but smile. Never had his grin been wider. And never had he been more anxious. He felt like heart would explode that very second.

“May I look now?” Nikolai grinned, turning around before he got an answer. His smile fell when he saw nothing but the shimmering water of the lake. Where were you? Surely you must be in the water, but he saw nothing. The moment the prince decided to dive down himself he heard you gasp for air behind him. Relieved and happier than getting his favourite dessert he watched you looking for him, frantically calling for him. Grinning devilishly, he thought about playing a game with you, which would fall short as soon as you brushed all your hair out of your eyes. But he did it anyway.

“Marco.”

“Nikolai?” You turned into his direction, still blind like a bat.

“You’ve to say Polo, not Nikolai. But I like hearing you say my name, love.” He knew it was very wanton of him saying all these things as a teen. Speaking of love was probably to early but whatever he felt with you, he didn’t want to let it go.

“Ha ha, very funny.” As soon as you could see again, you saw everything except him. Nikolai had sounded so close, but that bastard dived down. Maybe you should just wait and dip your head back when his breath would get short, and he emerges again. It would be fun, a fun little game. But instead of waiting, you dived down looking for him. Diving with your eyes open wasn’t the most pleasant experience but it allowed you to see Nikolai, all of him – maybe too much of him. But he also looked beautiful, more than he did on land. His blond hair, glistening and floating in the water, looked like liquid gold. Nikolai looked like a saint with a golden halo. Like a saint that was giving you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen.

Never ever had Nikolai seen a real siren or mermaid. He heard of them in stories knowing that they weren’t real. Even the fish people of Fjerda sounded unreal to him. Never did he understood how brazen privateers and adventurers could be lured and lurked by the simple sound and beauty of sirens. But when he saw you, floating in the water, hair loose and swirling around, simply looking like the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed, he believed that the tales were true. You weren’t a soldier, you weren’t grisha. You were a mermaid that could lure him to his doom, and he would gladly, knowingly follow.

Motioning with your finger to pop up Nikolai nodded and followed you to surface. You both gasped for air and you gladly took the chill of the summer night. Taking in some moments of tranquility, enjoying the night air and the calming sound of the lake, you heard Nikolai approaching. For some reasons you didn’t feel like facing him yet. Not after what you’d ve seen under the water. But you didn’t need to.

One moment Nikolai was roughly a meter away and the other he’s cupping your cheek, meeting your lips in a wet and hungry kiss. His lips tasted different through the sweet lake’s water. Surprised you moaned into the kiss, your hands desperately searching for something to hold. You wouldn’t drown and yet if you didn’t grasp him, it felt like you would.

Never had he kissed you like that before. Kisses often had been sloppy, short and sweet. Even the one where Nikolai had stolen you into the dark corner of the hallway, kissing you desperately like his life depended on it, tousling your hair and pressing into you, felt different. You two were too young to know that real love was. But this kiss? It felt like he was pouring all his love and adoration, and something ungraspable into it.

Both panting for air, the embrace had felt like a good eternity, you expected him to grin. Nikolai always smiled after kissing you. He didn’t, not this time. All he did was pant and stare, lips red and lightly swollen, golden strands sticking to his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to smile either.

“You look beautiful,” he breathed, unable to say more. His brain felt like it had been shut down. You wanted to say the same about him, Nikolai deserved it, he looked amazing himself. The image of his golden hair floating around him and his smile, you couldn’t forget it. But instead of telling him you caught his lips in a loving, but far lighter kiss. It had been short and sweet, and nothing like the kiss you shared moments before. Your lips lingered over his, ready to embrace them a second time.

“Do you tell that every girl you meet?” Knowing how sincere he was you hated yourself for asking this. It just slipped. Plus, he was a prince and like he said, no one would refuse going skinny dipping with him. Why should you be the first? You hated yourself for suddenly thinking so lowly of him. It was like your friends’ words, who had warned you falling for a prince, got to your brain.

“No, just myself every morning.”

“So, you have never done this before?” You asked, hesitating.

Nikolai grinned, brushing his lips against yours. “Oh no, I have. Dominik and I sometimes go for a swim here.

“Y/N I – I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone, but you and I don’t want to.”

He kissed you again. It was different from the first one, different from the ones in the hallway. His fingers brushed some wet strands out of your face only to push some of them back seconds later. Like yours, his fingers didn’t know what to do, where to go or what to grasp. It was a mess, but he wanted to show you, to express something he had never felt before. Was this love? He had no idea. But what he felt with you, for you, he wanted you to know and feel that way. Forever.

. . .

Saying that you were confused was a kind understatement. One moment, you drowned the only person you’ve ever loved and the next you began to fall asleep. You weren’t dead, even though you should be. Neither were you in shackles. A stupid decision considering you were on a ship and surrounded by water. Your body was aching, which must have come from laying on the hard wooden floors for hours, maybe days. But when you watched a tear, and another, followed by more, falling to the ground, hitting the rigid stone floor you slowly realized that you weren’t on a ship anymore. Unless the ship had cells made of stone.

Your back was aching, as was your heart mourning the decisions you had made, mourning the death of your love, mourning him. In your mind, you saw him drowning again, swallowed by rage and pain. It was necessary you told yourself, well, you lied. But your heart was hurting so much. You hated yourself. He might not have cared for you but … you did for him, still, after all this time.

Hot tears streamed over your cheeks, dripping onto the ground. What was happening? Were you on a ship, on the ground? Were you dead? You didn’t know.

“I hope those tears are for me.”

Dazed, your head shot up to see the blonde prince you thought you had killed. Perched on a barrel, head resting in his hand, he watched you, probably the whole time. You angrily wiped your tears away, but they didn’t stop coming. Seeing him made your heart race and your head spin.

How was that possible? He’s supposed to be dead.

“It’s almost like The Princess and the Barbarian isn’t it?” Nikolai said, getting up from his barrel to crouch in front of your cell. His face looked grim, and his eyes told of his pain. You wondered how he had survived and whether he had watched you all this time. “Only less fun.”

“Where am I?” You asked, having the slight suspicion that you might be on land. Some place where you shouldn’t be. Some place that meant death for you.

“Os Alta.”

You were in the palace cells? They dragged you all the way from the True Sea to Os Alta? Asleep? You didn’t like this feeling, knowing you had been unconscious for weeks among people who wished to kill you. “You dragged me to the capital? For what? To see me hanged in front of the king?”

Truly you were a coward. Killing was remorseful but you did it, you risked killing your love. You did it, or so you thought. But getting killed yourself? The thought of a noose around your neck, fire scorching your skin, or a sword driven into your heart scared you. It was what you deserved; you knew that. But you didn’t want to die.

“Why didn’t you just let me die? Why drag me all the way here to kill me?” You wept.

The tears didn’t even think of running dry, they just kept coming, making your cheeks all wet, sticky and hot. Nikolai stretched his arm through the bars, but you were too far away for him. He couldn’t even catch a strand of hair if he wanted to.

“Why didn’t you kill me at the sea? Your crew should’ve killed me on that ship!” You cried, sniffling and hiccupping in the process. Nikolai’s lips were sealed, and they stayed that way, watching you weep on the cell’s floor. Seeing you cry wasn’t a nice view. It wasn’t romantic or beautiful, it was ugly and gruesome.

Through your tears, you watched him get up. You expected him to leave, to let you cry alone in the king’s prison, waiting for you death. Instead, you watched him do the opposite. Silent he walked through the cell. You backed away, back hitting the wall when he came to crouch down for you.

“You’re right. I should’ve killed you,” he finally said. “That would’ve been the smart thing to do.”

“Then why didn’t you?” You whispered.

“Looks like people were right. I’m not as smart as I thought.” Nikolai showed you the faintest hint of a smile.

“I can’t watch you cry,” he suddenly said, reaching out to cup your cheeks, only for you to flinch. He hesitated and waited for you to slowly give in the touch. And when you did, allowing for him to hold your head, his thumb gently wiped your tears away. “Even now, it pains me more than it should.”

Your lips quivered, your heart racing, you didn’t know what to do. It would’ve been easier if he hated you, you did after what you’d done. It all would’ve been easier if you didn’t love him still. But your heart was longing for him and there was nothing that you could do.

“And I can’t watch you die.”

Nikolai caught you by surprise, his lips did. His one hand followed the other, cupping your cheeks, keeping you in place and pushing you towards him. His lips were dry, chapped even, and the kiss desperate but intense. It reminded you of the time where he kissed you in the shadows of the hallway. But this kiss wasn’t full of love and adoration, it was all pain and grief. Nikolai’s lips caught yours again and again, kissing you senseless, as if he had to make sure that you were real. Either he was afraid of you being nothing but a ghost or he made up for all the years he didn’t taste your lips. They tasted like salt, a flavour he was willing to take if it meant for you to stop crying.

Nikolai gasped for air, mumbling stupid apologies. “I’m sorry. Forgive me, I shouldn’t have …”

Your mind was gone. Simply gone. But your heart was aching for more, not caring for his excuses. Nikolai didn’t seem to care either. He mumbled all these words, close to yours lips, but he couldn’t contain himself. His lips caught yours yet again before he even realized it. Afterwards he kissed your cheeks, desperately trying to dry your tears.

“Nikolai,” you breathed, pushing him away gently. “You–We can’t. We can’t do this, I tried to kill you. I almost killed you.”

“But you wouldn’t do it again. I know you and even if you would, that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, still holding onto you until you pushed him away further. “Maybe you’d do it for Ravka, but I’d do the same.”

You looked him in the eyes, hazel but full of hope and sorrow. Did he really long for you, yearned the way you did for him? But you could do this. You were his prisoners, his murderer. “No, Nikolai, you don’t understand. I tried to kill you.”

“And yet, you didn’t succeed. I’m standing before you, handsome and smart as ever, as you can see.” He winked at you but that only made you angry.

“How can you still love me after all that I’ve done?” You asked him, sounding angry and desperate, ready to shed more tears.

The prince shrugged. “I just do,” he said, a rueful smile on his lips. “It’s hard to resist you.”

“Stop!” You cried. “Why are you all doing this? You know I deserve the most gruesome death for what I did. I committed treason, I betrayed you. There’s no way out, we can’t change the past Nikolai!”

His ease wavered, fading away. He looked like the man outside of your cell, before he kissed you, grim and heartbroken. “You’re not my prisoner. Call me a fool or whatever you please. I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re a fool.” But so were you.

. . .

How long have you been waiting? One year? Two? You lost count of the days Nikolai had been gone. One day you laid in bed together, dreaming about what the future had in store for you, and the next he was gone. You knew he would eventually go to study in Ketterdam. But he had vanished without a word, without a letter. It was like Nikolai had never existed. How long and hard had you cried that day? You could hardly recall. All you knew was that you kept your eyes westbound. Somewhere there, somewhere beyond the western coastline of Ravka was Nikolai.

After that day, your friends began hating their tsarevich, feeling vindicated in their beliefs of him toying with you. Even though he was of noble blood they called him a bastard, telling you that you were better off without him. He probably already had another lover, telling them the exact same lies as he told you. But you couldn’t stop praying for his safety and well-being. You couldn’t stop wishing for him to come back.

When you heard the shuffling of feet behind you, your heart leaped in your chest. But when you turned around you didn’t see the warm face of the man you longed for. Standing behind you was your general. You had no idea what he was doing here, had he looked for you or was this all an accident? General Kirigan had never really talked with you. Your skills had never really been of importance to him.

“My general?” You asked him faintly, not really knowing what else to say. It probably was all an accident, and he just came here to admire the view, not to talk to you. How embarrassing.

General Kirigan settled himself beside you, staring into the width without looking at you once. It must have been pure coincidence then. Not that you felt like talking with him in general. “Are we admiring the view or crying about lost love?”

His words shocked you and when he turned to you, dark, depthless eyes staring into your own, you were at a loss for words. How should you respond to that? You gaped at him, General Kirigan, most powerful Grisha of Ravka, and you could do nothing else but stare at him like a dumb fish.

Did he know?

How did he know?

Kirigan stared back into the opens, not really focusing on anything. “He won’t come back.”

That snapped you out of your daze. You felt rage bubbling up, how dare he say something like this? Sure, Nikolai hadn’t visited or written for years now, but how dare he? Even as your general he had no right to say something like that. “You’ve no right to say that.”

“Oh?” He merely glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “You surprise me Y/N. You truly do.– Never have I thought for you to be so foolish. You disappoint me.”

You froze.

“He’s a stupid little prince, not fit for a Grisha.”

Never would you’ve suggested that Nikolai wouldn’t be fit for you but rather you were no match for him. Still grasping for the last bits of love and the idea of him returning to you, you burst. “You have no right to speak about him like that! Nikolai is one of the smartest people I know! You don’t know him; not like I do. So don’t speak of him as if you do!”

Surprised, brows raised, Kirigan faced you again. Truly he hadn’t expected for you to be that stupid. But it was nice to see that after two years, you were still trapped in the claws of this star-crossed love. Foolish little tidemaker.

The way he stared at you, dark eyes eating you up, swallowing you into a puddle of nothingness and obscurity, scared you. What you did had been a mistake, clearly. You shouldn’t lash out at him – but … Nikolai. Even as your general, if Nikolai didn’t love you anymore and had forgotten about you, he had no right to say these words.

“Oh, you think I’ve no right?” He said, dangerously low and brooding. For probably being enraged he was eerie calm and it scared you. “You think I know nothing?” He breathed, eyes swallowing you fully, letting you drown in their abyss.

Always you had respected your general but never had you feared him, not like today. Your heart was racing, feeling like it would combust any second. You didn’t dare to breathe.

“You think I am a fool, like you?”

Suddenly he was coming closer, and you were frozen to the ground, unable to escape. Your general was standing before you, far too close and yet you did nothing, except for shaking and drowning in his eyes. If Nikolai was a too clever fox, Kirigan was a hungry wolf, and you were nothing but the stupid prey.

Kirigan’s fingers were digging into your cheeks, holding you in place. You whimpered at the sudden pain. “You know that the problem with wanting is?” He whispered, hot breath fanning your ear. As if he expected an answer from you, he made a pause, even though you couldn’t really do that. “It makes us weak. And I don’t want you to be weak.”

“You better forget him.” Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. I know you’re better than that. Wake up, darling. He’s never coming back. Not for Ravka, not for you.”

Tears began forming but you didn’t want them to run, you didn’t want to cry in front of him. “He doesn’t know how it is to be Grisha. He doesn’t know your pain. He doesn’t know you,” he whispered dangerously low into your ear. “But I do. And unlike him, I can make you powerful. You can have anything, Y/N and you deserve everything.”

. . .

It felt weird sleeping in your own bed after you had laid in a cell, where you technically belonged. Nikolai said you weren’t his prisoner, but you couldn’t go back to normal. Even if he forgave you, which he apparently did, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

Not yet.

Maybe never.

Even worse, your mind was a mess, unclear of what to think. You should feel more than happy that Nikolai accepted you with open arms, visiting you every day, looking like he did when you were freshly in love. But your mind wandered back to him, the Darkling. He was different from Nikolai. He used to be your mentor, not your lover. You feared him, and yet he made you a better Grisha, a powerful tidemaker. And yet, you were thinking of going back. If he was alive, he either thought of you as dead or traitorous. But could you really just go back? Honestly you didn’t know if you wanted to but staying here didn’t feel right either.

A knock on your door interrupted your troubled mind. You sat upright in your bed expecting either servants or Nikolai, since they were the only ones who visited you these days. Not even your friends came to greet you, but it wasn’t like you felt ready to face them all. Nikolai peaked inside, grinning like a cheeky schoolboy ready to play the biggest prank of his life. “Are you ready for your daily dose of handsomeness?” He asked, winking at you. But when he came closer, seeing the expression on your face, his mood dropped.

Nikolai plopped himself onto your bed, taking your hands in his, stroking it gently with love. “You’re not my prisoner,” he said.

You sighed, if it was only that. “I know,” you said. You weren’t his prisoner. You were your own prisoner. Deep inside you were glad that he still loved you and didn’t hand you over to death. But it felt weird roaming these halls freely knowing that you’ve done.

He eyed you intensively, brows scrunched in concentration, maybe your face would tell him what was troubling you. The whole prison-thing wasn’t all, and it didn’t take long for him to decipher it. “That’s not the only thing,” he mumbled, more to himself than you. Nikolai knew you for years, he could read your face like an open book. His brows shot up in disbelief, you couldn’t be serious. “You’re thinking about him?”

Averting your eyes, you remained silent. Even the smallest notion of returning to the general felt like a bad idea and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe switching sides to the dark forces was what you deserved.

“Are you thinking of returning to him?” Nikolai asked, letting out a choked laugh.

He let out a shaky sigh, running his finger through his blonde hair. Suddenly the cheeky schoolboy, the glorious prince was gone. Sitting with slumped shoulders, Nikolai looked awfully defeated, as if he had just lost a fight to the Darkling. In a sense, he did. Taking you away, far away and letting you rest and rethink everything made him think that you had returned to your senses, that the tables had turned. That you committed treason out of spite and not true belief. He thought the day in the cell, your talk, your kiss had made you change your mind. But what a fool he had been.

The Darkling had won. He hadn’t got hold of Ravka but to something even more dear to Nikolai.

You.

“If you want to go back to him, if it’s what you truly desire, I will let you go. I won’t stop you,” he said. The pain in his voice made your heart ache and the miserable look on his face didn’t help to soothe the pain. “But answer this truthfully, did he ever care about you the way I did?”

No, Kirigan, the Darkling had been your general. Nikolai had been your love. Did he care deeply for the Grisha? Probably, more than any nobleman or king ever did. He saw you as a soldier, nurtured the talent in you and made you a powerful tidemaker. You weren’t the best, but he had made you stronger. However, you couldn’t compare him to Nikolai. Kirigan had never been your lover.

You simply didn’t know what to say.

Nikolai sighed at your silence, believing that all was lost. He lost you to a maniac and yet he couldn’t be angry with you, not even when you faced him with the desire to kill him. “The Darkling doesn’t care if you make it out dead or alive. For him, you’re just another pawn to spend.” To avoid looking at you he stared at the ceiling, tracing the molding with his eyes. “He never came for you. Not once, all the way to Os Alta. I doubt he cares the way I do.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears that began to well in your eyes or the ones running down your cheeks. “Don’t act like you’re the saint here Nikolai. You left me too and never came back for me, you remember? You left me without a word. Not even leaving a stupid card did you leave me! No words, no letters! Nothing!” You cried. All of the anger, sadness and false hope bottled all the years inside of you, securely stored away, exploded like a volcano.

“I never wanted to leave you!” He cried. Nikolai couldn’t stand watching you cry, it broke him. But then the fury in his eyes vanished as quickly as it came. The young prince scrunched his brows in confusion; he didn’t understand what you just said, accused him of. No letters? This couldn’t be true, he remembered writing to you almost daily as a “student” in Ketterdam, even as a privateer. “What do you mean? I left you a letter at your door, I wrote to you every day.”

"You never wrote to me.”

“I did write. It was you, who never–” Suddenly it became clear to him, the sudden departure for Ketterdam, the lost letter, you never writing to him – it all seemed to make sense. Like it had been planned for a long time. But for what? To get rid of the second heir to the throne? To play cruel games with the heart of a young girl? To hurt the bastard prince? But why? It wasn’t like Nikolai was a threat to him, not at the time he was sent to study in Ketterdam.

“I don’t understand it yet but he’s smarter than I thought.” Nikolai shook his head in disbelief, leaving you confused. Seeing the puzzled look on your face he began explaining his theory to you. He couldn’t give you a reason but the Darkling hat it all planned long ago: Sending Nikolai away, making you one of his weapons and him one step closer to the throne. Nikolai had no clear proof for it but looking at recent history it wasn’t so far-fetched.

“He wanted me dead.” Nikolai didn’t say you. To him you weren’t the assassin you believed yourself to be, and it did warm your heart but there wasn’t a chance you’d forget the words you’d thrown at him. “He used you to kill me,” he sneered, cherishing more and more the wish to kill that man with his own hands.

“But why me?” You asked him, not yet understanding your role in all of this. You weren’t important to the throne. Actually, you weren’t important at all, just another Grisha in the Second Army. Without your connection to the prince, you were nothing but average.

Nikolai squeezed your hand lightly, making you look at him with your puffy eyes. “He didn’t want my blood on his hands. It is easier for his plan if you’re the one who kills me, betraying the Tsar, the Royal family and Ravka … who knows what would’ve happened to you if you succeeded.” Maybe execution had lain in your future? He didn’t want to think about it. Unseen he took a deep breath before putting on a smile and patting your hand light-heartedly. “Too bad he didn’t predict that you simply can’t resist my charm.”

Nikolai had hoped to loosen the mood with that, but you were still stuck on finding your role in the whole mess. “Why me?” you asked him. “I’m of no importance to the throne.”

Scoffing, Nikolai looked like you had said the most obnoxious and insulting thing he had ever heard, and the prince had heard a lot in his young life.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? It’s the truth.”

“Don’t you know how important you are to me?” Your mouth opened to say anything, but you were unable to form any coherent thought. Pressing a gentle kiss to your hand didn’t make it any better. “I can’t picture anyone by my side but you.”

“Nikolai …”

“It’s the truth. Since the night at the lake, I knew one day I would make you the princess you were always meant to be.” Your heart felt like it was collapsing, and new tears began to build in your eyes. This was such a long time ago. It felt like an eternity ago that this night, full of giddy, foolish, and love-drunken youths, happened. It broke your heart knowing that this love could never be recognized. Back then you didn’t know but now you did. There was no possibility for you to be by his side.

“Nikolai.” You sounded broken. But when you tried to tuck your hand back from his grasps, he didn’t let you. Nikolai kept his hold firm but gentle. He wouldn’t let go of you again. “Please, I love you, but you know this will never happen,” you cried, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. “Even if I were of noble birth. It’s not possible, I–“

“Please don’t say ‘I killed you’.”

“I’m still Grisha. Even if I would be a noble man’s daughter, I would still be Grisha. And soldiers aren’t meant to be princesses.”

His heart swelled knowing that he hadn’t been mistaken about your feelings towards him. Your kiss in the cell already had told him as much but hearing it from you made it all so much more real. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do but he’d claim the throne and make you, his queen. Never would he lose you again.

“Well, if you say so. I must’ve missed something then,” Nikolai grinned and gave your knuckles another kiss, before pulling you towards him, making you almost topple onto him. “A soldier, privateer and a prince. I’m all the evidence you need, moya milaya.”

Gently did he press a kiss to your brows. “I’ll make you make my queen,” Nikolai murmured before wandering to your ear. “And no one. Not the Darkling, not my family, not you, no offense, can stop me.”

#grishaverse #siege and storm #shadow and bone #sab imagine #sab fanfic #Nikolai Lantsov #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x yn #grishaverse scenario #nikolai lantsov x reader

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sekceesimps · 3 years

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The Dragon’s Requiem (A Zhongli x Reader x Childe oneshot)

Summary: Zhongli reflects on his past with the reader as he watches her move on with someone new.

angst with fluff and maybe a lil nsfw?

Pairing: (past) Zhongli x Reader. Childe x Reader

a/n NOT THE GENSHIN HCs GETTING 600 NOTES WHAT THE HECK THANKS EVERYONE! That was such a great present to wake up to (who needs a S/O? smh I have my 200+ tumblr followers).

I tried writing the reader as gender neutral, but since I’m a female it might not have come across as that, so I’m sorry ahead of time. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys, leave some requests and feedback (it means so much to me)!

Sincerely Coffee

Your fingers tangled gently into his dark locks, tugging him closer to you. You smile softly at him as he delicately places light kisses across your face and jawline, slowly inching towards your neck. You bask in his warmth and glowing attention as you arch your back to get even closer to him. In times like this, he couldn’t help but admire everything about you. From how happy you look, to the way you slept so peacefully just moments ago, or the way that you would look in a few minutes with your face flushed and begging for him.

Zhongli has always been a man who lived in and cherished the past. He could spend hours talking about Liyue’s history or explain the customs and cultures of a time long before. It would bother some people, but never you. He admired you so much. Your patience for him, the openness of your heart to allow him to come into your life, and the unique beauty you had that surpassed anyone else in his eyes.

He never really cared for humans. Yes, he knew he had a responsibility to them, but he never truly loved them. At least, he never loved any mortal the way that he loves you. He has been alive for thousands of years, but he had never felt this attached to someone, especially not a seemingly simple mortal. It was his strange attachment that made losing you all the more difficult.

His greatest insecurity had always been his lifespan. If he could give everything up to spend his life with you, then he would have. He knows he has responsibilities as a protector of the nation of Liyue, but the promise of your sweet embrace and a meaningful future with you was too good to pass upon. With you, he wasn’t stuck in the past, but looked towards the future.

“Childe! You’re such a tease,” your soothing voice sharply breaks him out of his reveries of the past.

“Well it’s not my fault that you’re too stunning to contain myself around,” the harbinger known as Tartaglia shot back playfully and moved to grab for your hand. You take quick notice of his actions and allow him to wrap his fingers around yours.

“Can we have dinner there!” you point excitedly at the Liuli Pavilion.

“Anything for you, love” he grins and pulls you two towards the restaurant.

The crowds parted at the sight of the young Fatui and his darling Y/N. He was accustomed to showing them off to everyone, proud of being able to pull someone as stunning and kind as them. Zhongli looks down, feeling sick, was that the feeling of seeing his dear Y/N with that man. He didn’t really move on. He stayed in Liyue’s harbors, sometimes you even caught glimpses of the God who stole and broke your heart in a different time.

“I love you,” Childe grins after pulling away from you. Allowing you to catch your breath following the heated kiss, before you respond,

“I love you more,” smiling back at your boyfriend before leaning in to steal another kiss. You move your arms to the back of his head, digging your fingers into his hair as he passionately returns your kiss. His own hand traveling low and playfully squeezing your ass. It was a simple show of affection between a young couple in love. A couple that most everyone was familiar with and adored. Of course the two of you thought you were in a secluded area, but there are people who have known this land and it’s hiding spots for years.

It was a shame, he thinks, as he watches you and the auburn haired man enjoy your day out together. Together. The word really hits him right then and there. You had moved on past your days with the archon.

He knows it’s selfish to continue to long for you. He left and hurt you so unfairly. You were someone precious to him, and he broke you without a care in the world.

“Zhongli, are you ok?” you asked meekly as you walked into your shared home. He’s agitated, pacing and scrunching his eyebrows. The normally calm composured man looked flustered and sad in a way.

“I want to take a break” he pronounced unexpressively. With blank amber eyes he tore your heart out. No, I don’t want this. I want to be with you forever. I don’t want to hurt you, he chides himself internally

Your silent tears hurt him more than any wound he’s received in battle. This is for you though. You don’t deserve this pain, but what you feel now is infinitely better than the suffering he would inflict on you in the future.

He stops himself from reaching out to you. That would only serve to give you false comfort. He leaves without another word, heart shattering more and more as you finally let out your sobs behind the door. This will be better for you, he justifies to himself, I could never give you what you wanted.

It was you who changed him. It was you who showed him how to really and truly love someone for the first time in his thousands of years of life. It was you who made him want to be better and grow.

“Why do you love me,” you asked suddenly, breaking the calm silence between you two.

“What kind of question is that?” he had questioned in return, slightly tilting his head to face you, truly puzzled as to why you were asking something like that.

“Well I’m not particularly special. My fighting skills are average. I’m not as attractive as others around here. I guess I’m just wondering why a God like you is interested in someone as average as me. I’m sorry this is probably annoying you” you mutter and turn away from him slightly to hide your face.

“You’re not average. You’re stunning, brave, true, and compassionate. You are so much more than even that. There has never been any other mortal that has ever captured my attention like you have. I only have my eyes for you so don’t apologize,” he answers honestly, gazing into your eyes, which were now welling with tears.

“I love you,” you whisper and let him wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him and offering a comforting touch.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine,” he mumbled into your hair and placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Something inside of Zhongli curls up and dies when he hears your illuminating laughter and head thrown back, as your E/C eyes gleam in the sun’s light. That should be him making you laugh. Him causing your happiness. Him kneeling on one knee. Him devoting his life to you.

“Yes!” you exclaim in shock at seeing the man you’ve spent the last two years with get down on one knee in front of you.

“I haven’t even asked anything yet,” he teases as he slides a silver band onto your finger, “but I’m glad you said yes.” you smile back at him and place soft kisses all across his face.

“Come on, let’s eat some golden shrimp on the roof over there!” he declares as he places another kiss on your cheek right before he takes off towards the roof of a building on the harbor.

This would be the final time Zhongli swears to himself again as he takes another glance at your grinning form. He knows it’s a useless promise because he knows that he’ll be back soon.

He thinks it’s ironic that it took leaving you to realize how much he can’t live without you.

As he turns away from the scene of the grinning couple, his heart crumbles, but it’s the thought that you would finally be happy, keeping him from breaking forever. Yes, he would be at your side for the rest of his days, it may not be in the way that he wanted, but he holds you too dear to leave for good.

“Goodbye for now my darling Y/N” the archon murmurs. He hopes you hear his requiem for what the two of you had. For what he would still protect and cherish, even as he watches it get replaced by someone you deserved more.

You hear a familiar voice faintly echo as you cling further into your now asleep fiance's arms and rest your head on his shoulder. As you feel a shadow of a kiss on your forehead you can’t help but think back to those precious times with your geo archon, “Until we meet again Zhongli. Perhaps in a different life I’ll be enough for you,” you whisper into the night.

The dragon lets out his final song, all the while your own resolve crumbles away, longing for the man you once called home, but accepting this wonderful future with a man you love.

a/n Feel free to drop a like or comment, it boosts my fragile ego. In a bit of pain if you couldn’t tell. I’ve also gotten too addicted to this game and it’s sekcee characters, please send help 🤧

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babbushka · 3 years

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omg!!! 'taking a painting class and gifting each other the painting they made' w/ young flip as a cute date for the two lovebirds

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! It was so sweet and soft! I took a slightly different direction with this prompt only because painting classes for date night really weren't a thing in the 1960s like they are today, but I hope that you enjoy this little something that I've written up :)

1k, no warnings, just fluff! (set in the Flip & His Darling Jewish Wife AU)

Sometimes, Flip thinks, he’s really annoyed by himself. Because really, this whole thing was his idea, and therefore his own fault, and that meant he had no one to blame but himself, which is the worst place to be. He meant it as a joke, really, this idea of going on a date to the park where the two of you decided to paint each other a picture.

It was supposed to have been taken as the sarcastic comment that he intended it to be, last weekend when you asked if he would go with you to the new art museum exhibit. But here he is, sitting in the fucking park, with you hidden behind a stretched canvas that you picked up from the art supply store.

“Okay, are you ready?” You ask him, peeking your head out from around the canvas, immediately sending alarm bells to go off in his head.

“What? No -- not yet, is time really over?” Scrambling, he looks at his canvas and the shitty sorry state it was in, and tries to find a plan to stall.

“Flip we’ve been at this for three hours, the sun is starting to set, yes time is up.” You roll your eyes at him, always stubborn your boyfriend was. “I’ll count to three and then we’ll show -- ”

“I just need another uhh,” He interrupts you, because he absolutely positively cannot have you seeing this thing that is supposed to be a present for you, but is nearly guaranteed to make you dump him on the spot, “Another hour.”

“But then it’ll be completely dark outside!” You laugh, shaking your head .

“Yes, exactly.” He points out, and this was the wrong move, because you’re putting down your paint brushes all of a sudden, and are beginning to move as though you’re going to come over to his easel, which he has to stop at any and all costs.

“Aw come on, it can’t be that bad. Besides, I like you, so even if it is, I’ll still love it.” You try placating him with the honest truth, but he doesn’t buy it.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Lighting up a cigarette, he briefly wonders if this acrylic paint is flammable, and whether or not it would be illegal to try and find out.

Stopping just shy of his easel, you fold your arms in front of your chest, and stare him down in that manner that looks all too much like his own mother’s, when you demand to know, “What is the worst that can happen?”

“You see how ugly it is, decide you hate me, break up with me and never talk to me again.” The answer comes quickly, so fast in fact that you have to scoff out a laugh.

“Do you really think I would do that? Seriously?” Raising a brow at him, you stare him down, and dammit he never likes it when you do that because he can’t ever lie to you.

“No.” You admits, “But you wanted the worst, so.”

“There’s no need to be so difficult -- ” You start, but in true Flip fashion, he decides that yes actually he has to be difficult, and so he scoops you up in a fireman’s carry and tosses you over his shoulder, marching away from the easels as you laugh and smack his back, “Flip! Put me down!”

“Nope, I’m taking you to the car and we’ll drive far away from here.” He announces, and you only laugh some more, the swooping feeling in your stomach from being upside down having you in a fit of giggles.

“You’re so annoying, this was your idea, remember?” You smack his back again, and he huffs out an embarrassed groan at your very correct point.

“I didn’t think we’d actually be painting! I just thought we could make out in the park the whole time.” He shrugs, sucking down some more of the nicotine to keep himself calm.

He’s too distracted though, because as he puffs on his cigarette, you wriggle out of his grip and jump back to the ground, hitting the grass running as you bolt with laughter back to the easels.

“Dammit -- get back here.” Flip shouts, racing after you, hoping to grab you before you see the canvas, but it’s too late.

You’re standing there, in front of his easel, with one hand on your chest and the other reaching out for you. That’s a good sign at the very least, he thinks, as you look at it and look at it and look at it some more, tilting your head this way and that, looking just beyond the painting to the lake that Flip had been trying to capture.

“Oh it’s beautiful, Flip.” You compliment him, and even though he can hear the sincerity in your voice, he’s still not so sure.

“Shut up, I know it’s -- ”

“No, I mean it.” You cut him off, “It’s really good, I’m almost embarrassed to show you mine now.”

“What? No way.” That makes Flip frown, and curiosity gets the better of him. He isn’t surprised when he sees a near perfect representation of the flower bushes and bench that you had decided to paint, not surprised at all. You look at him, and he sighs, “You’re so talented, I really hate you sometimes.”

“No you don’t.” You swat at his chest for the comment, and he only smiles, because no, of course he doesn’t.

And if, a decade later, you hang the paintings up side by side in the hallway of the first house in the suburbs that he buys for you, he doesn’t complain then. He’s not an artist, not by a fuckin’ longshot, but you liked this painting enough to have it framed, and that coupled with the memory of a date that really should have just been making out by the lake, makes it all worth it for Flip.

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haequarius · 3 years

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One more time, please

pairing: jungwoo x fem reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1k

warnings: younger!reader, kinda??sub!reader, praising, vaginal sex, breeding, smoking, swearing

summary: you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him

notes:hi hi hi! this is my first au and english isn’t my first language,so please be kind,,

“Jungwoo, I’m exhausted”, you say breathless laying on the mattress, Jungwoo kneeling between your naked legs.

His puppy eyes look innocently at you with every inch of cuteness he got, his lower lip curled in pout while he makes adorable sounds with his voice. It would be extra cute if he wasn’t older than you and if you hadn’t just fucked two times.

“Please”, he whines, “just one more time”.

You know you can’t say no to him. You’re so weak when it comes to Jungwoo you sometimes think you’re his submissive, which is funny ‘cause he acts like a baby, everyone calls him puppy. But he’s not. Shit he’s fucking not.

“Please!”, he sings loudly, “I want to fuck your cute sweet pussy one more time. Just one. Can you let me?”, he frowns acting like a whiny baby.

Fuck, are you just a hole for him? You sigh. “Fine. But take it slow”.

He nods smiling widely, happy he got what he wanted. His slightly long blonde hair is so soft and messy it makes him even more beautiful. He smiles so naively and bright while he strokes himself.

Before you can say another word he rashly flips you, your belly on the mattress and your face pressed against the pillow. He grabs your thighs, lifting up your ass to give him better access to your hole, his touch so hot it gives you shivers.

“Jungwoo, I didn’t say to take me from behind, I can’t bare it again I- ahhh", when you’re distracted and you’re not expecting it, Jungwoo drags his dick inside your still wet core for the third time today. You let out a soft scream of relief, of pleasure and pain mixed together. You're not usually loud but he makes you moan so much you feel like you’re filming porn. He fucks you so angrily you can’t even talk or think. With every thrust he buries his dick inside your core, again and again so fast you can’t even breathe. He thrusts as it depends on his life; so needy like he was starving for sex, for you. You don’t know why he’s so angry but you’re glad he is. He fucks you so good you could touch heaven.

Even if he thrusts desperately, he doesn’t let out a single sound. You can hear his heavy breath and the sloppy sound his cock does slipping in and out your hole.

“Jungwoo, oh my god. What are you so angry for... oh my god”

“Shut up baby”, his tone is so sweet when he gives orders, “we only talk about sex when we’re fucking, right? Don’t be silly”.

His voice is so soft and sweet while he says dirty things. That’s what drives you crazy about him. He acts cute and puppy like but he’s sadistic. He knows damn well what he does. He pretends to be innocent but he has a dark side which turns his puppy eyes devilish. Jungwoo burns with lust. He's violent and dominant, he acts adorable and plagiarizes your mind making you do what he wants. And that’s fine with you. You want to please him at all costs.

“But I want to know...”, you whimper. He thrusts harder to punish you; so fucking hard he even lets out a quite groan.

“I told you not to speak, baby. I only wanna hear your sweet moans and my dick slipping into your pussy, alright? If not I have to fuck you harder than that, and I don’t wanna hurt you baby”.

You nod rubbing your face against the pillow. You're breathless. “Jungwoo I-I’m cumming”.

“Oh baby, so cute”, he whines while moving his cock in and out your slit so rough. He intensifies his grip on your thighs, leaving red marks on your skin. “I’m cumming too, sweetie. You're so tight I’m gonna cum so fast, oh my”.

“Can I please cum inside of you, baby? I wanna spill all my cum inside of you, cutie”.

His cock is hitting hard all of your spots, his soft voice and his fingers pressed roughly on your skin making you drown in pleasure. “Yes”, you say breathless. You repeat his name again and again while your orgasm desperately hits you.

He buries his cock into you with all his strength, but slowly. He pauses while he’s completely inside you, sighing heavily. You feel his hot cum all around your hole. It's so much it leaks out of your core and drips on the sheets.

When he’s done he flips out his cock and helps you turning on the mattress to face him. You're both sweaty and breathless. His hair is a mess and his expression is beautiful. This time he smiles sincerely, satisfied, his dark puppy eyes sparkling with joy.

“Are you happy now, baby boy?”

He nods energetically. He drowns his head between your breasts rubbing his nose on your chest tickling you. When he lifts his head to look at you, you run your hand between his hair.

That's when you understand you’re in love with him. You've fallen for him so deeply there’s no turning back. You sigh deeply while he kisses your cheek and get up from bed. You watch him grab his jacket from the floor, taking a pack of cigarettes out from the pocket.

He puts a cigarette between his plump lips and lights it, still in the room. You watch his beautiful, graceful, elegant body walking to the balcony completely naked. His neck, his slightly muscled torso, his thin profile and tiny waist, the curve of his ass and his long legs. He squeezes his cheeks around the filter inhaling.

“How can you stay in the balcony completely naked?” you ask him still laying on bed.

“What about it? All the neighbors know we’ve fucked all day baby”

“They could call the police”.

“If they didn’t call it for the way you were screaming, my lovely, they won’t call it now”, he says calmly, then sends a flying kiss in your direction.

You laugh watching him acting like a puppy and saying silly things, while smoking in a way that is so, damn hot.

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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 3 years

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A Peculiar Hobbit (Pippin x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: fluff, fighting

Requested: by anon

I thought this would be a fun write, and I had a lot of freedom with this one and it was fun! Short and sweet! Might possibly do a part 2, maybe super angsty, who knows?

You walked through the stacks of books, trying to find the right one for your research. “No no no, this isn’t right!” you talked to yourself, almost kicking a stack of papers in your frustration. “They must have gotten lost. These boneheads lost valuable information, they’ll have hell to pay.” This time, you kicked another stack of books, and it fell. It slammed down onto your legs, and you cried out in pain. You fell to the ground, and moved the books off of you, rubbing the sore spot it left.

“Um, excuse me,” You heard from the darkened corner. Whoever was speaking had a peculiar accent. It sounded like a male, but a young one. “I hope I’m not interrupting something. I was sent here to find something, and well, it seems like something happened?”

You rolled your eyes, you had a bad enough day already. Now you had to deal with actual people. “Well, I am fine enough. What can I do for you?” You tried your hardest to speak in a polite manner, but it came out a bit snappy. It was odd to speak to darkness in the corners anyway. Who could blame you?

“Miss, I truly am sorry for interrupting, if you just want me to leave, I will.” The voice stuttered.

You sighed. “I promise it is fine. Come in.” The fire was dwindling, so you threw some more kindling in, giving the stranger some time. When you turned around you saw a child looking at you. No, he had the height of a child. But he looked older. Clearly, you looked astonished, as the child thing started chuckling.

“Oh, you have never seen a Hobbit before. For someone that spends much time in here, you haven’t seen much outside. What is your name miss?” He spoke between his laughs. His cheeks were a merry red, and his curls framed his face.

But something about his statement rubbed you the wrong way. “Well excuse me, you know nothing about me. You don’t know whether I go outside or not, whether I spend all my time in here.” You spoke indignantly, after all, who was he to judge your lifestyle. This only caused him to laugh even more. “And for your information, I know exactly what a Hobbit is, I just have never come across one. Very well then, go find what you’re looking for. Also, my name is y/n, not that you need to know.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He grinned and began looking around, leaving you with your mouth gaping.

As he shuffled through the books and scrolls, you looked at him curiously, at his frame, his size. As you scanned him, you noticed things that made him look less of a child. His chest was broader, and his arms were bigger. His face still had a childish innocence about it, one that hadn’t quite been taken during these dark times. His cheekbones were beginning to hollow out though, and the light in his eyes was probably not as bright as they used to be.

He sneezed, making you jump, and you hurried over to where he was, making sure he hadn’t disturbed too much. You picked up some books, placed them on the counter, and began questioning him. “Now tell me, what is your name?”

“Peregrin. Peregrin Took,” he stated proudly.

I cocked an eyebrow, doubtful of that. He seemed to be too much of a jokester to have such a formal name like Peregrin. It was a nice name, no doubt, but it didn’t fit. “Peregrin hm? Are you sure?”

He looked down bashfully, but then looked up with a sly grin. “Ok fine, I go by Pippin. Now that you have seen a hobbit, your life is complete! Especially since that hobbit is me.” He winked, and you suppressed a smile, not wanting him to be egged on. “Anyways, I am the best hobbit for you to meet since I am the most handsome. I have the best smile, except maybe my friend Merry, he has a good smile. Oh also, my friend Frodo, he has good eyes.” His smile faltered for a second.

“Are you ok?” You questioned.

He looked up from the scrolls he was reading, the happiness he previously had slowly melted away. “Aye, I am alright. I am. But I don’t know about the rest of my companions.”

You grabbed two cushions and planted them on the floor. “Would you like to talk about it?”

He nodded and sat next to you. It became apparent how much he had lost during this time. He told you about his home, The Shire, and how he ended up on this journey. The encounters he had along the way. How they were in danger very quickly. He also told how he lost many friends, including the Captain of Gondor, Boromir. He teared up, telling the sacrifice he made to save them, even if it didn’t at first. It hurt to see such a fragile creature have the need to toughen up, to harden, to scar. He spoke of his friends leaving, how he was not sure where they might be. If they were still alive.

Once he was finished, you spoke. “Well, that is certainly a story to tell. And there will be more chapters to your book. I sincerely hope everything goes your way, a person as young as you should not have had to go through all of this.”

He smirked, his happy demeanor slowly coming back. “How young do you think I am? I am 29, a fairly good age if I do say so myself.”

You spluttered, surprised at that. You remember reading somewhere something about that, but you thought it was rubbish. “You must be joking. No way are you older than me!”

Pippin smiled and nodded. “Well, I hate to break it to you, no, I love to break it to you, I am 29. Not younger, not older.”

“Hmm, interesting,” You hummed, picking yourself up off the ground. “Well, we should probably find what you’re looking for.” You turned around, accidentally slamming into a huge pile of books. Something about that hobbit made you flustered and turned you into a clumsy mess. And this was not going to get better. The pile slowly teetered, and you stayed frozen, unable to move your legs.

“Y/n, watch out!” Pippin yelled, tackling you to the ground. Just in time, the stack made an earthshattering sound when it hit the ground, sending dust everywhere. Pippin laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

You coughed, and he rolled off, laying next to you instead. “Thank you,” you whispered, brushing some of the dust off of your clothes. Pippin’s curls were covered in dust, and he smiled wryly, brushing some specks off your forehead. You cleared your throat and he pulled away quickly, the slightest hint of pink warming his cheeks.

He sat up quickly, brushing the rest of the debris off of himself. “Well, this wasn’t what I expected when I decided to make my way down here, but it was better than I could have hoped for.” He helped you sit up and then planted a kiss on your cheek. “Until next time!” he joyously called, skipping back up the stairs. You touched where he kissed you, beaming. This was going to be a better day than most days.

Everything was going fine, and you kept on replaying the time you had spent with Pippin until you heard a large boom, shaking the entire city. You heard the war cry of thousands of orcs and realized very quickly that you were under attack. “Damn it! This is why I shouldn’t have holed up here!” You yelled, quickly grabbing your sword from the dustiest, dark corner. It was a gift from your father, that he had trained you to use, but you thought you would never need.

You sped up the stairs, reaching sunlight. You shielded your face, letting your eyes adjust to the brightness, before turning to the pathway. You jogged through, trying to conserve some of your energy, though it might all be in vain. Objects were being thrown at the city, tumbling buildings and humans alike. All was chaos, and it swept you into it.

You made it to a small alcove where you could see the army that had amassed before Gondor. The army that would bring the fall. Your sword hung loosely by your side, and you saw everything flash before your eyes. Memories forgotten, brought back, people you vaguely remembered. How much you had missed out on the world, hiding out in your book-hole instead. How much you could have seen if you had taken the chance. And now it was your time to go, just like that. You shook yourself out of that stupor, and raced on, trying to get farther up.

Soldiers were being rallied by a stranger in white cloaks, and you passed by, working your way up farther. Out of nowhere, a person turned the corner, slamming into you. You fell to the ground, your sword clattering. “I’m sorry,” you spoke hurriedly, picking up the sword and moving on.

“Well, are you really just going to run off like that?” Pippin asked in his strong accent. You turned back, your jaw dropped. You had never expected him to be part of a battle, but here he was. You didn’t have time to answer before another crowd of orcs attacked. You took down as many as you could, and heard a cry of pain from behind you. You turned to see Pippin’s sword cutting deep through an orc. He had some bruises on his face but otherwise, he was fine. You grabbed him, pulling him away from the chaos. A battle was no place for a hobbit.

“What are you doing?” He yelled, thrashing his arms about. You grit your teeth, finally at the citadel.

You sighed, turning to look at him. “I need you to be safe. If I know you’re out here fighting, it will only distract me.”

He crossed his arms, his face slightly pouted. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up, and a smirk grew on his face. “Fine, I’ll stay here. On one condition. Let me kiss you. Just once.” He laughed, and you looked astounded at his cockiness.

You had nothing left to lose though, so you agreed. “Okay, I will, but I am warning you Pippin, no tongue.” He grinned, and leaned in, planting a kiss directly on your lips. He didn’t linger for too long, his chapped lips creating a little friction. He pulled away first, leaving you a little dazed. You shook yourself out of your stupor and brushed your hair out of your face. “Goodbye, Pippin. I will see you soon,” you promised, even though you knew it was unlikely. He knew it was unlikely as well, you could see it in his eyes, but he still had a little bit of hope. And even a little bit of hope goes a long way.

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writtenbynightlock · 3 years

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Hey,, I’m kinda new to requesting so I hope I’m doing it right🤠,, um but n e ways- could you do something like the reader has an obvious crush on oikawa, so like reader is always following him and confessing every two seconds like “yeah I still like you😎.” But like oikawa is always rejecting readers advances. However, reader just keeps going and not giving up and determined to get him to like her- but one day oikawa says something rude and readers like “well shit fine👩‍🦯” and just leaves him alone,, and at first he was happy that reader isn’t bothering him but he lowkey misses them and then he sees reader doing the same thing they did with him but with someone else (you can chose the character) and so he starts to get jealous because“you wanted him first.” And yeah angst but with happy ending if that’s cool?? Sorry it’s long- you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. :)) Love your writing as well! 😌💅🏼

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ft. oikawa tooru

genre: angst, fluff

Note: Requests are open 💌

A/N: hi! I really find this request really exciting and fun to write because i really find Oikawa’s personality quite childish and stubborn but he’s adorable for it. Thank you for this ♥️ sorry for the long wait though. I’ve been really busy with school works. Distance learning is hard :(

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Oikawa Tooru.

A man full of wit and charm. His dark, chocolate-brown hair and eyes could make anyone melt with just a gaze --- with his smiles and winks that makes girls surround him in an instant. His flirtatious nature makes him popular among females.

Apparently, you were one of them. What makes you different from the others was your boldness. You weren’t ashamed of showing your fondness towards the volleyball captain/setter of the boy’s volleyball team. In fact, whenever you get the opportunity to run into him at school, you would always greet him with a big and sincere smile on your face. In the library. In the cafeteria. In the campus field. You would never miss the opportunity to tell him that you admire him and how great he is in volleyball.

“Oikawa-san! Best of luck in practice today. I know you’ll do great.”

You say cheerfully as you happen to run into him in the lockers. The setter jumped by your sudden presence but he regains his composure and forces a smile, giving you a wave.

“Oh, (Y-N)-chan. Are you heading home?”

“Yup I am.”

“Okay have a safe walk back home.”

“You too!” you say, a lovesick smile on your face as he wished for your safety, feeling all giddy inside and feeling the your face heating up — totally fallen over heels of Oikawa Tooru’s charms.

Before walking away, you winked at Oikawa --- a teasing smile on your face, “i still like you, you know.”

Your sudden boldness sometimes makes Oikawa flustered. He doesn’t like it. It was supposed to be the whole other way around. Turning away from each other, you went towards the exit of the school campus while Oikawa was heading towards the gym, an annoyed scoff escaped his lips as you were finally nowhere in sight.

“Oi. What’s wrong with your face?” asks the Aoba Johsai ace, seeing his bestfriend having an irritated look on his face with his eyebrows furrowed and a pout forming on his lips.

“She’s so annoying, Iwa-chan!”

“Who?”

“(Y/N)!”

“Really? Cause’ to me, you like getting the attention.”

“That was before. Now, it’s getting really annoying!”

“What did she say to you this time?”

“She confessed to me yet again and wished me good luck in practice.”

“Yeah she’s real annoying~” says Iwaizumi sarcastically, slapping Oikawa’s back with an annoyed huff.

“Ow, Iwa-chan! Why did you hit me?!”

“Because you’re an idiot!”

It was just a normal school day, minding your own business while heading to the library to study for a test.

As you were busy scanning your notebook, you suddenly bumped into someone, making you drop your notebook and stop in your tracks. As you look up, you see Oikawa who crinkled his nose and pursed his lips as he saw you.

“Oikawa-san! I’m so sorry.”

“Try to pay attention next time!”

Your eyes widen, a bit taken aback by his tone towards you. Usually, Oikawa would address you in his sweet tone but today just seemed different. You are aware that what you’re doing is quite annoying but you just can’t help it. You like the guy too much.

“Are you okay, Oikawa-san? Did i hurt you somewhere?” You say as you worriedly look at his figure, wondering if you hit him.

“Could you just stop following me everywhere?! You are so annoying! I am never going to date you! It’s bad enough that there are girls following me like a bunch of lovesick puppies. Don’t even add to it!” says Oikawa with a glare straight into your eyes that sent shivers to your spine --- somehow a bit threatened and scared. You somehow stay glued to your spot — your mind processing to what just happened.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?!” says Oikawa, giving you a look of anticipation. With a sigh, you look up at him and sent him the same level of intensity in your gaze.

“How do you expect me to reply to that right away?! You want to play it that way? Fine! First of all, I don’t follow you everywhere. We practically go to the same school! There’s a huge possibility of us bumping into each other. Second, i'm sorry if you find me really annoying but I just can’t help it! Is it so wrong to acknowledge your presence?! Even though I know for a fact that you won’t date me, I just at least wanted for us to be friends.”

Oikawa stares at you while clenching his jaw when he saw your eyes getting watery. He never meant for you to cry. He never wanted for a girl to cry.

“But since you told me your feelings, I’ll not bother you anymore. Goodbye.”

You say with so much anger in your chest. It was all too sudden. It hurt. It definitely hurt. Maybe it was time for you to move on. You’ll never ever capture the heart of your long time crush, Oikawa Tooru.

Few weeks has passed ever since the incident happened between you and Oikawa. You try not to let his chocolate brown eyes fill in your mind with his sweet smiles that could just make anyone’s day.

A guy from your year has taken an interest in you for a while now and seeing how you were not catching Oikawa’s attention anymore, he took this as an opportunity to ask you out.

You said yes but not for the motive of returning his feelings. You just said yes because there was no harm in it and you want to know him more --- taking this as a chance to fully move on from Oikawa. Everywhere you go, the guy is always with you. It was not that bad hanging out with him. He knows to keep your conversations alive.

Oikawa Tooru has been having a blast with the first couple of days, finally free but as days pass by, he felt a little empty. On a random practice session, Oikawa seem to aggressively serve the ball than usual, making Iwaizumi raise his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

Silence.

“Whatever. Practice is over, shittykawa. Help me clean up.”

With a huff, Oikawa stopped and picked up the balls and folded the net while Iwaizumi mops the floor, along with Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

As Matsukawa and Hanamaki look at each other as Oikawa seemed to have a troubled look on his face, the two of them gave each other knowing looks

“Hey. You remember that girl, (L/N), right?”

“Oh yeah the cute one in our year?”

“What about her?” asks Iwaizumi who caught on the set up while Oikawa froze in his spot with the net folded in his arms, not facing them but listening closely to their conversation.

“Did you know she got asked out by that soccer player? Heard he’s the most popular athlete in the prefecture.”

Oikawa scoffs as if he heard the world’s funniest joke ever.

“What’s that, Oikawa?”

“Soccer players my ass. All they do is kick balls!”

“Yeah? Well we slap em’ hard!”

Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa laughs at their captain, giving each other knowing looks. Oikawa, all angry and felt like the world was against him, grabs his gym bag before heading to the showers to cool off. He misses your presence. It was weird because who would’ve thought your advances would make Oikawa Tooru crave more for it.

Too angry at his friends, Oikawa decided to go home alone, his eyes set on the skies painted with orange as the sun sets. His gaze suddenly lands on your figure as you were walking all alone in the streets --- the way you innocently made tiny skips in your step.

Wanting some answers, Oikawa ran towards you and grabs you by the arm, making you shout and hit him in the head with your school bag --- thinking that it was a kidnapper or snatcher.

“Ow! That hurt!”

“Oikawa?!”

Your eyes widen as the person in front of you was the one you tried avoiding and moving on from these past few weeks. Oikawa held his head as he rubbed the spot you hit him.

“Does it hurt that bad?” you ask with a worried tone as you walk up towards him and examined his head, patting it softly making Oikawa quickly jerk away from you, a surprised expression on his face with his face beet red.

“Yes it hurts real bad, (Y/N)-chan”

Oikawa didn’t know what went through him as he coos at you, wanting to be taken care of by you.

Letting out a sigh, you gently tug on Oikawa’s jacket before gesturing to the convenience store nearby.

“Come with me. I’ll buy you an ice pack” you say before leading the way, with Oikawa following you.

Paying the cashier, you went outside and sat down beside Oikawa, giving him the ice pack to which he thanked you for before silence ensues the both of you --- awkwardness filling in the air.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa. You could’ve just called my name. I thought you were a snatcher for goodness sake.”

“I was just--- pulling you away from the sidewalk. A car almost hit you!”

Blinking a few times, you stared at the setter who just wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground --- too embarrassed.

“Oikawa, there were no cars passing by.”

The sudden sound of the ice pack getting smashed on the table and the feeling of his icy cold hands on yours made you shudder and squeal in your seat. Oikawa looked at you in the eyes that was just so different from before that made your heart skip a beat and turn your face as red as a tomato.

“Why are you hanging out with that soccer player, (Y/N)-chan?!”

“Um, because he asked me out and i said yes?”

“Do you even like him?”

“Well, i mean he’s not bad to hang out with-”

“But you wanted me first!”

The two of you froze in your spot. Oikawa couldn’t believe he just said that. It made him sound so desperate. You couldn’t believe what he just said. You were so confused but it didn’t fail to make your heart to beat loudly in your chest.

“W-what do you mean, Oikawa?”

Oikawa closed his eyes shut before tightening his hold on your hand, “say it, (Y/N)-chan.”

“Oikawa, I don’t understand-”

“Do you still like me, (Y/N)-chan? I miss it --- so much.”

Your eyes widened and saw Oikawa’s eyes getting watery. Alarmed, you quickly let go of his hands and cupped his face, caressing his cheeks.

“You miss the attention I give you? You know I meant every word when I said I like you, Oikawa. You’re really making this difficult for me.”

“I miss you, (Y/N)-chan.”

You can’t believe what’s currently happening. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Does this mean that-”

“Yes! I like you, (Y/N)-chan. Leave that soccer bastard and be with me.”

Caressing his cheek, you wipe a few tears away before giving him a soft smile.

“That soccer dude and I were never really official, Oikawa. Don’t cry, please.”

Before you could even grab a tissue from your bag, Oikawa wrapped his arms around you and hugged your figure, burying his face on your neck.

“I still like you too, Oikawa.”

Funny how things seem to take a turn when you were usually the one who would make a move first but this time, it was Oikawa with genuine returned feelings.

“Good. You’re mine.”

As Oikawa slightly pulled away, Oikawa kisses your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back that sent millions of butterflies to your stomach.

“I’ve got practice tomorrow. Make sure to watch me, princess.”

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luvdsc · 4 years

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let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding... unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

The boy scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, as he shakes his head in disbelief. You are temporarily distracted, almost impressed even, at how his styled hair doesn’t even move. You really need to know where he gets his hair products.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it.”

Slipping his arm around your waist smoothly, Jaemin tugs you closer, and you freeze, pressed up snugly against his side. You really didn’t think this one through. Swallowing hard, you force your body to relax. It’s no big deal, it’s not like you’ve been harboring a crush on your best friend for months and have been trying to get over him for the sake of friendship.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been in love with her ever since she fell asleep on me in our macroeconomics class.”

You smile sheepishly as you remember your first meeting, pretending that his words didn’t affect your heart as much as it actually did whilst simultaneously thanking the stars that he was always a quick thinker. His lips quirk up in the corners into that sweet smile you always adore before he presses a tender kiss to your temple that has you going dizzy. Your cheeks warm up as you duck your head, attempting to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“She had on this pale blue fluffy sweater, and she reminded me of a cute baby blue jay. She had a green notebook decorated with corgi stickers and always took really neat notes with this pen that had a flower chain attached to the top and had the prettiest handwriting. I remember thinking to myself, I better take good notes even though I never took notes before, just so I could give them to her as an excuse to talk to her afterwards.”

He absentmindedly draws circles on your hip, making you even more flustered not only from his actions, but also shocked that he remembers all of that even down to the outfit you were wearing. Heck, you didn’t even remember what you wore that day. He gazes at you, smiling fondly, and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes look so sincere, sparkling under the harsh strobe lights, and if you didn’t know any better, you really thought he may have loved you back. A dull ache starts to form in your chest at that silly daydream. “She looked really cute, leaning against my shoulder like that, and even her snoring was adorable.”

You gasp at that, looking at him indignantly. “I don’t snore!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, angel. Forgive me?”

He pauses and leans down, his lips millimeters away from yours, before hesitating and lingering there, so close yet so far away. Your heart nearly skips a beat from how naturally the sweet term of endearment slips from his lips and from the close proximity between you and him. From the corner of your eye, you can still see that fratboy standing there. You had almost forgotten he even existed: the sole, annoying cause of your current predicament. To seal the deal and perhaps for a little bit of a selfish reason, you lean forward, closing the distance and grazing your lips against his.

Your hands are on his chest, nervously tugging on the lapels of his jacket, and his are placed on your waist, gently tugging you impossibly closer. You’re quite certain Jaemin can feel how fast your heart is beating with how tight your bodies are now pressed together, but that’s the least of your worries right now. The only thoughts that pop up in your mind is that one, his lips are slightly chapped, yet incredibly soft; two, he’s a very good kisser; and three, mission: “how to get over having a crush on your best friend” is a complete and utter failure.

When you reluctantly pull away from him, his nose nudges yours softly, and your eyes flutter open. He is looking at you with parted lips, hazy eyes, and an indiscernible gaze that causes you to feel a whole colony of butterflies in your stomach. Any words that had come to mind have now flown out the window, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the radiant boy in front of you.

“Maybe we should do that again. Just in case, you know? To really send a message to that douche,” he mutters quietly, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. You give him an almost imperceptible nod, relenting to your heart this time instead of your mind.

It feels as if it’s simply the two of you standing there, the rest of your surroundings fading away and the music slowing down in the background. You look up at him from under your lashes, eyes fluttering close once more. Jaemin presses his mouth against yours firmly this time, with certainty, almost as if he meant it, as if his lips are made solely for kissing yours. And in that moment, you truly believe that he’s in love with you.

You are dazed, absolutely starstruck, until the two of you break apart, until you remember why this all came to be, and your heart comes crashing back to earth. Those seven minutes in heaven were utterly heavenly in your little bubble of make-believe universe with only you and him. You almost don’t want to open your eyes, but you do, and you find yourself staring back at him.

And just as you’ve always known, Jaemin looks absolutely breath taking, impossibly ethereal, and one hundred percent devastatingly heart wrenching: a modern day Adonis in the flesh. He gives you a shy smile, pretty eyes glimmering as if he stole from the night sky himself. You’re so close that you can count every single long dark lash framing his starry eyes and feel the warmth radiating from his blushing cheeks. His lips are red and slightly swollen, and you feel as if you had just ruined a masterpiece from the Louvre.

Your cherry lip gloss has been smudged onto his lips, and you reach out to carefully wipe it off. He gently catches your hand when you move it away and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your breath hitches in your throat once more, and you admire the way your hand fits perfectly in his for a few stolen moments until the dream is shattered once more and you’re pulled back to reality.

“Thanks, Jaemin. He’s gone now, so you don’t have to pretend to be in love with me anymore,” you mumble softly, slowly pulling your hand away and giving him an apologetic smile.

He reaches out to gently brush his finger tips against the apples of your cheeks before delicately tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. When you finally dare to meet his eyes, Jaemin is gazing at you with the most tender expression imaginable.

“Who says I was pretending?”

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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His Gummy bear

Hey 👋, hope you are having a good day. Can u please do a harrison osterfield and plus size reader in which he comforts her about her insecurities. Smut and fluff at the end. Requested by the lovely @heyafellows

Pairing : Harrison osterfield x plus size! reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, body insecurities

You had always been the curvy girl at school and for years which led to you being constantly bullied and teased about it which almost ruined your self confidence. You were always told that no boy will look at you unless you lost some weight and that you were never going to be considered beautiful because of your size.

But you proved everyone wrong when Harrison came into your life. He was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met and just from the first time he asked you out, you knew you had fallen for him. You were a little hesitant at first thinking that maybe this is just a prank as why on earth a hot shot like him would ask you out. But he slowly broke your walls down showing you that he liked you for the person you are and not just for your exterior features.

He made you feel loved and cherished as he helped you get rid of your body insecurities making you understand that size doesn’t matter. Thanks to him you were now more comfortable in your skin and less critical of your body. But being the girlfriend of a famous actor like him the internet wasn’t always kind to you. Some people always adored you as a couple but there were people who just wake up in the morning just to spew hate and be mean to others hiding behind those screens. There were times when people wrote about you that you were too big for him or that he didn’t deserve you but you used to shrug them off. You knew Harrison loved you and that was enough for you.

But sometimes your insecurities used to get the best of you. You were standing in front of the full length mirror in your and Harrison’s bedroom trying on the new dress that had just arrived in the parcel. You mostly used to wear loose baggy clothes to hide your extra weight and avoid the scrutinizing gaze of people but you found this dress really cute online and gave in to your temptation.

You twirl around to see from all the angles but weren’t satisfied at all as a sigh leaves your mouth. You didn’t like how flabby your arms looked, the rolls at the side of your hips so prominent and how wide your waist was. And of course those ugly stretch marks which you hated the most and will never be able to get rid of. You felt like crying thinking that whatever the people say is true you are no good for Harrison, he deserves better as a few tears of agony slip down your eyes. Just then Harrison walks in the room.

“Hey babe” he was his usual cheerful self. You hurriedly wiped your tears which by the way didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison as turned around to him with a smile.

“Wow you look gorgeous Y/N! you should wear dresses more often” he remarks

“Stop lying Haz I know it doesn’t look good” you say gloomily.

“What? Who said that to you?” he frowns

“No one, it's just me who thinks that. You don’t deserve me Harrison I’m not at all pretty” he instantly cradles your face with his large palms lovingly.

“Hey listen to me gummy bear” this was the nickname he used to call you when you get sad. He had reasoned that you were sweet and cuddly just like a gummy bear which had made you laugh.

“I don’t care what others think about you but for me you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you” he looks at you sincerely. Harrison grabs you by your shoulders and turns you around to face the mirror as he knelt down to your ears.

“Y/N look, look at that confident, witty woman who also has a good sense of humor. I fell in love with that woman. Darling if you can't stop being so critical of yourself then how can you expect other people to do the same. Start loving yourself Y/N” he cheers you up as you finally gave him a smile. He then brushes your hair to the side, placing soft kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Haz what are you doing?” you giggle as he turns you to face him again. His icy blue eyes now turned a few shades darker as his gaze fell on your plump lips.

“Let me show my gummy bear how beautiful she is” He presses his lips against yours making you melt in the kiss instantly. His hands wander at your back finding the zipper and pulling it down as the dress falls off and pools near your feet. He slowly guides you backwards as the back of your knees hit the bed and you gently fall on the mattress with Harrison on top of you pulling his shirt off above his. You can never get enough of his perfectly built body; he is a literal greek god you thought as your eyes drink in his rippling muscles. Your lips reconnecting messily as he slips his tongue exploring your mouth. His hand went to your back unclasping your bra as you slid it through your arms and threw it away. Harrison sucks on your bottom lip before dragging his lips down your throat placing kitten licks on the swell of your breasts eliciting soft moans from your mouth.

“So pretty” he hums wrapping his lips around your hardened bud as his other hand massages your other breast rolling the nipple in between his fingers repeating his actions on your other breast too. Before he travels down placing soft kisses all along your soft tummy. Hooking his fingers to the waistband of your panties he pulled them off and ran a finger through your folds as your breath hitched.

“Always so wet for me” He smirks before settling between your legs “I love your thighs so much they’re so soft” he murmurs trailing his lips along your inner thighs teasingly as you squirm. He hooks his arms on your thighs and spreads your legs, placing a kiss on your aching core as you gasped. He licked a long stripe through your slick folds as you took a sharp breath, your body trembling at his touch.

“Taste so sweet my gummy bear” he hums against your core. He dipped a finger slowly pumping it in and out of you. He wrapped his mouth on to your clit sliding another finger inside your heat.

“Oh God! This feels good” you moaned. Your hand gripped on to his hair give it a tug as he slid a third finger inside you. He groaned face buried in your heat eating you out as if you were his last meal. He increased his pace curling his fingers inside you hitting that sensitive spot inside you as your body arched and you felt a coil building up in your stomach, his strong hand keeping you in place. Your body spasms as your orgasm hits you, lapping up all your juices, he shimmies out of his shorts and boxers and crawls up to you as you catch your breath still in a haze of the mind blowing orgasm he gave you.

He leaned down to the nightstand to open the drawer and took out a condom. He gives himself a few pumps before rolling it on and lining himself against your entrance. He slides in easily stretching your walls deliciously.

“Feels so good baby, fuck!” he grunts as you brushed a few curls out of his face and you saw his crystal blue eyes, instantly feeling all of the love he had for you, the way he looked at you made you feel safe and adored. His movements were slow and sensual. Drawing his hips back slowly before thrusting his hips again, Harrison watched your face carefully, the way your mouth slacked open, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He let out a soft groan of his own, mumbling into your skin. He thrusts a little deep this time earning a loud moan from you

“Hazz…” you whimpered, your hands grasping on to his biceps nails digging on to his skin as he continued to thrust into you.

“Cum for me darling, I can feel you clenching around me” he coaxes feeling himself getting closer. Each snap of his hips taking you closer to your impending climax. You were both so lost in each other, Harrison continuously checking in with you and showering you with praises and love as he began to move faster and you felt the similar coil tensing up in your stomach, forcing you to arch your back into him as you both reached your high.

Both of you gasped for air as Harrison collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. His skin was warm against yours. You gently ran your fingers through his hair before you rested your palm at the nape of his neck, whispering softly, “I love you so much, Haz.”

Pressing one last kiss to your shoulder, Harrison pulled away from you and rolled to your side, arm sliding around your waist to pull you in closer. His lips brushed over your forehead, and you could feel him smile as he mumbled, “I love you too Y/N”

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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aay’han mar’eyce (bittersweet discovery): chapter five || din djarin x reader

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chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four

Series Summary: In search of the Jedi you’ve been tasked to find, you and Din wrestle with the bittersweet discovery of your little one’s past and destined future. || Part Three of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: You and Din struggle with your hurt in the wake of his decision.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff | Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence, pregnant reader

A/N: Drumroll please..... it’s the long-awaited angst! Which I have never claimed as my forte, but I think it works for our Struggling™ pair of idiots. They just love each other but they’re so mad at each other, god bless.

You were relieved to see the Crest’s familiar shape emerge through the haze and broken trees. Your feet hurt from walking, your baby was heavy in your arms, and you’d worked yourself into total hopelessness. The sight of your home was welcome and comforting, and you felt yourself breathe easier as you came closer to it.

You lowered the ramp with the remote control on the bracelet Din made you when you first came to live on the Crest, a pretty little thing that he’d modified to control the ship and, later, the baby’s bassinet. You wished you still had that bassinet; it made travelling easier, and there was always a safe place to put Grogu if you and Din had your hands full. You wondered if you’d need two cribs once your new baby came, or if your husband would have already shipped Grogu off by then.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” you said to yourself, nearly tasting your bitterness. You tucked Grogu into his hammock with intentional gentleness and closed the bunk hatch, wishing you could curl up and sleep too.

You heard the ramp close again over the sound of the refresher tap; the cold water felt good on your skin, and you buried your face in a towel afterwards, hiding from everything for a moment. When you finally looked up, you saw Din in the mirror; you knew him well enough to know he was studying your face in the reflection.

“Cyare,” he said, his tone soft through the modulator.

You whirled around.

“Don’t cyare me, Din,” you snapped. “I’m not in the mood for it.”

You waited for the flare of frustration and annoyance in his body language; when it didn’t come, you felt a little off-kilter.

“I know you’re angry,” he finally said.

Oh, that did it. Maybe he wasn’t frustrated or annoyed with you, but you were livid with him.

“Angry?” you repeated. You marched over to him, an accusing finger pointed at his chest. “Let’s get one thing straight, Din. Angry doesn’t begin to cover how I feel about this. About you.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “And I’m sorry. But I — ”

“I don’t care,” you said, cutting him off, totally unwilling to listen to his explanation. You were finally, properly angry, and he was going to listen.

“I’m not sending our son to train with her or with any other Jedi, alright?” you said. “You can make as many deals as you like and come up with a million macho rescue missions to risk your life on. But he’s my son too, and I’m not letting him go with her.”

You realized you were practically yelling at him; while you weren’t concerned about how it would affect him - Din Djarin was made of sterner stuff, and could handle your temper - you didn’t want to risk waking the baby.

“Come up to the cockpit with me,” you said.

His helm gave a questioning tilt. “Why?”

You started up the ladder. “Because I’m not finished yelling at you.”

He followed you up, giving you as much space as he could in the somewhat cramped cockpit. Despite fully intending to keep up your tirade, he was suddenly big, imposing; for the first time in many, many years, you felt intimidated by all that beskar.

“Din,” you said softly.

He reacted immediately to your change in tone, opening his posture towards you. “What is it?”

You shook your head. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this angry with him, and you certainly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been even the tiniest bit scared of him. All of a sudden, you realized you wanted your husband, not the unreadable Mandalorian standing in front of you.

You worried the hem of your shirt. “Can you please take off your helmet?”

“Yes,” he said quickly, moving to comply without hesitation. He removed his helmet and set it on the dashboard; his face was lined with worry and hurt. “Sorry, cyare.”

His expression crinkled in a wince as he remembered you’d asked him not to call you that. “I mean — sorry. Just — sorry.”

You felt your anger lessen by degrees — not enough to let it go, by any means, but enough that you were more willing to listen to him. Really, you wanted to know why he’d made such a decision; you wanted him to explain it to you, to show you that it really was in your son’s best interest, to convince you that your husband wasn’t suddenly a completely different person.

“It’s ok,” you said tiredly. “I’m not — I just don’t want you sweet talking me, ok? You need to talk to me. Really talk to me, right now.”

He nodded. “I am. I will. You have my full attention, and I will hear you out completely.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “But you’re not going to change your decision.”

His expression was pained. “No, cyare. I won’t. But I think you know that I can’t. We can’t.”

“We?” you repeated. “I didn’t make this decision, Din. You did, by yourself, and you completely ignored me while you did. Since when do you make decisions about our family by yourself?”

“I didn’t want to,” he said, and it frustrated you how sincere it was. “You have to know that. And I apologize for ignoring you — that’s not the way I wanted this to go, believe me.”

He ran a hand over his face, his remorse clear as day in his expression. “I had to. I didn’t know what else to do. She was going to leave, and we were going to lose the only Jedi we’ve managed to find.”

You wanted to say that it would have been a good thing, but despite your intentions of bringing him up here to yell at him, you made yourself hold your tongue.

He looked at you with a surprising gentleness.

“It’s not forever,” he said. “It’s only training. Mandalorian children leave for training, too.”

“He’s not going for Mandalorian training, though,” you said. You understood that he was trying to comfort you, but the length of time Grogu would be gone was only a small concern next to the kinds of people he’d be with.

“Didn’t you hear what she said?” you pressed. “I can’t think of anything more different from the Way than — than thinking loving your family is wrong.”

"She didn't say that," he corrected. "She said attachment makes you vulnerable, which is true."

You tried to reconcile his justification with what you knew him to believe, with what he'd lived out since the day you'd met him.

"Vulnerability isn't bad," you said. "You taught me that. And if our son goes trains with the Jedi, he'll be taught that it is. Doesn't that bother you?"

His expression, always so easily readable, flickered with uncertainty.

“It does bother you,” you said, and with the realization came a surprising wave of relief. To know you were at least agreed on that, even if he wouldn’t admit it, was reassuring to you.

His posture stiffened with agitation, and you knew you’d hit a sore spot. You knew he wanted to pace, but there wasn’t room for it; he drummed his fingers on the top of his helmet instead.

“It doesn’t matter if it bothers me,” he said, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself.

You balked. “How can it not matter, Din? You’re his father. Of course it matters.”

He shook his head. “What matters is that I honor the vow I made to him. That we honor that vow.”

He looked up at you, his expression starting to show the frustration you felt.

“Has that crossed your mind at all?” he asked. “That you made a vow to him? In front of me, in front of the armorer?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Of course it has. It’s why I don’t want him to go with Ahsoka.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” he snapped. “Our vow was to return him to the Jedi.”

“Our vow was to be his parents,” you corrected. “And I think that overrides the promise to return him to the Jedi. What kind of parents would we be if we watched him grow up thinking that attachment and love were dangerous?”

“We’re not going to watch him grow up at all,” he shot back, bitterness and anger pouring from his tone. “Don’t you get it? He’s older than both of us. Once we’re gone, he’ll be completely alone.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “The Tribe — it’s completely gone, cyare. If there’s anyone left, they’re scattered. I don’t even know where the armorer is. Grogu needs to be raised in a clan, or raised by his own kind. We were never going to be able to keep him forever.”

You knew what he said was true. His rate of aging wasn’t a problem now, when you and Din were both relatively young, but Grogu would live to be much older than either of you. Din was right. If you were a part of a bigger clan, Grogu could be raised as a Mandalorian — it might take a few generations, but he would never be on his own.

“Let’s find another covert, then,” you said. “Or try to find Paz, or the armorer, or anybody from the Tribe who might have survived.”

Din shook his head. “No. There’s no telling where they are, and the covert on Nevarro is the only one I ever knew of. Besides, we have a Jedi right here he can go with. We’re not going to have this kind of chance again.”

“I don’t want him to go with the Jedi,” you said, for what felt like the millionth time. “Are you even listening to me? I don’t want him trained like that.”

“It’s not our choice how to train him,” he argued. “We didn’t vow to return him to the Jedi unless we didn’t like what they teach, and then, hey, I guess we can just do whatever we feel like doing.”

You frowned. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you,” he said, exasperated. “I’m just trying to make it clear that our opinions on Jedi training have nothing to do with the decision we need to make.”

“The decision you already made, you mean.”

He scowled. “Yes, and it’s a good thing I did, because you would have let her walk away.”

“Yes, I would have,” you shot back. “And I never would have dreamed you’d do anything different.”

“Then you’re not able to look at this objectively,” he snapped, his frustration rolling off him in waves. “Do you think I like the fact that he'll grow up learning the exact opposite of what I was taught? That I like sending him off to the people I grew up knowing only as the enemy? My father would be rolling in his grave if he knew. But I’m doing this because it’s what’s best for our son. I’m doing it because it’s what I vowed to do.”

Something inside you snapped.

“Then you care more about the Way than you do about your son’s well-being.”

Din flushed with anger.

“That’s not fair,” he said. “You knew I was bound to the Way when you met me, and you agreed to live by the Way when you married me. I'm not asking you to do anything you didn't already agree to.”

“I didn’t agree to abandon our son.”

“We’re not abandoning him,” he said, and you could tell he was quickly reaching the end of his patience. “You knew when we adopted him we had to return him to the Jedi. It wasn't like the traditional adoption vow. He's supposed to go back to his people, and we're going to honor that vow.”

“What if I won’t?” you said. Your last attempt, your last recourse. “What will you do then?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, stunned, and your challenge hung in the air between you. You’d never refused to go with him on something before, and he’d never had to answer such a question.

“Cyare,” he said, quiet and numb. The furious, sparking anger was all but gone, replaced by a stony determination and a bone-deep weariness.

“Djarins honor their vows,” he said finally. “As long as you bear my name, you’ll bear that vow.”

You sucked in a breath. “Din — ”

He closed the space between you, pressing a gentle kiss to your brow. “I have to go.”

“Din,” you said again. You put your hand on his arm and held tightly. “Don’t leave.” Not like this.

He gently pried your hand from him. “We need all the daylight we can get, cyare.” He was still for a moment, then drew your hand up to his mouth and kissed your knuckles.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, without hesitation. “Please don’t go. It’s not your fight.”

The shadow of a rueful smile crossed his face. “I made a vow to help her. I won’t back out on it.”

He held your hand for a moment longer before he let you go. He took his helmet from the dash and put it back on again, masking himself in that armor that had never felt so distant, so unreachable.

“Din,” you said as he opened the cockpit doors. He turned and tilted his head, and the beskar was familiar to you again, just for a moment.

“Come back to me,” you said.

He nodded once, solemn.

“I’ll always come back to you, cyare. You know that.”

And then he was gone, leaving to risk his life in someone else’s fight, and it took everything in you not to run out and beg him to stay.

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