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1940scrowley · 2 years

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rating: explicit (mdni)

word count: 8k

summary: you and steven get together after a night out. there is not enough plot to justify the length tbh. co-written with @screamforstu ; we are bad at endings sorry <3

content warnings: smut. oral - f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, steven has little experience but he’s a quick learner. marc is involved for like two seconds. was proof read once during editing lmao. by reading beyond this point, you agree that you are 18+.

Steven felt nerves creeping up his spine as he walked down the hallway to his flat with you. His first official date with you had gone really well, save for the few moments he had Marc in his head, interrupting his time with you. All he could do was tune out the other man as well as he could.

He’s literally fought alongside you, and he probably shouldn’t be so nervous around you after everything you have all been through together. But he really liked you, and a dating setting was very different to one on a battlefield. He wanted to impress you.

He let out a quiet sigh as he dug through his pockets in search of the key. He found it after a bit of fumbling around, and he quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. God, he was fine up until these moments, what has gotten into him?

He let you walk through the door first, following close behind but immediately getting nervous over the thought that he might be too close. He could practically hear Marc laughing at him.

With a little thud and a faint click, the door to his flat was shut.

He removed his jacket, hanging it on the rack before looking blindly around his flat. He didn’t know what to do, his dates have never actually lasted this long. But now you lived with them, so it only made it a bit more awkward for him.

He decided to visit his fish, giving the little creature a bit of food while he tried to think of something to say. He stared at his reflection, hoping Marc would see him struggling, if the other wasn’t already aware, and coached him through this a bit.

‘ Steven, relax. I know I was making fun of you earlier but you’re not doing half bad. I think you really got a shot with her tonight. ’

The words made him stumble backwards, and he glanced at you, hoping he didn’t disturb whatever you were doing. He had a shot with you? What shot? Marc didn’t mean…

‘ You know exactly what I mean, Steven. Go over and make small talk. The rest will play out as it should. ’

Steven swallowed thickly, finally looking away from the bright fish tank and going over to the kitchen where you had been standing. He leaned on the counter, making an attempt to appear calm even though his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest. If it had been physically possible, he thought his heart might actually leap out of his chest.

‘ Silence is a killer. Just ask her if she had a nice night. ’

Steven was kind of glad he had Marc in his head to offer him some advice, as weird as it seemed. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt of the other being present right now, but it was comforting. He couldn’t imagine how any of his other dates would have gone without Marc telling him what to say at the end of the night.

He looked down at you, offering a nice smile as he asked, “Tonight, uh- was it all right?”

‘ Well, that’s definitely a start. ’

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For you, the walk back to the flat was too silent, the kind of silent that rang in your ears. You kept hoping that Steven would look back over his shoulder and speak, replacing the ringing with his voice, but you were left disappointed. Even though you’d heard his voice all night, which pleased you more than you could explain, you wanted him to keep rambling.

Harrow and the gods, the danger that had become your life in this short amount of time, it’d meant that you hadn’t had many- or any, chances to enjoy life. Agreeing to this date with Steven was a decision you didn’t regret.

You stood behind him as he fumbled for the key to your shared flat. Your eyes fell to his hand, watching the way it trembled slightly and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved onto your face. You made it through a whole date, what was there to be nervous about now?

You’d always been rather confident, even in your dating life, this fact partook in keeping you and Marc’s relationship on its feet for many years. But, tonight, you found yourself feeling similarities to how you felt with Marc; timid. Your own anxieties bubbled up a little inside and you just wanted to pop them, god forbid they got in your way. You thanked him as he let you in first, glad your back was to him or he’d see the grin that spread across your face at the feeling of his closeness. He radiated good energies, warmth, you could’ve been blindfolded and ears plugged and still know he was right there.

Your jacket, too thin to keep you warm despite not making it obvious, was hung on the rack and your feet carried you to the kitchen. At first, you walked to the counter, crossing your arms over it. Your head turned to Steven but dropped a little when he went towards the fish tank instead.

Still, your frown didn’t stick. You liked the attachment he had with the fish and its tank, it was so innocent and sweet.

Innocent and sweet- it was unspoken, but you had moments where you wondered if there was even a hint of something darker within Steven, a desire that he’d been hiding inside of him. A lust, a deeper passion, a tug in a direction that strayed from innocence.

You got off the counter and found yourself standing, rather awkwardly, in the middle of the counter. You were glad that you weren’t left there for too long. When Steven was close again, you let out a small breath that you hadn’t even realised was being held as he made his way towards you.

You looked up at him with big, curious eyes, waiting for words to break your silence. When they did, finally, you gave him a quick giggle and nod of your head.

“Tonight was great, Steven, really,” you started, and as you spoke your eyes trailed down his face. They landed on his lips, taking in the smile he offered you. He still looked nervous, like his mind was running a thousand miles per second.

A mindless moment had you stood in front of him at the counter, head tilted to look at the taller man.

You admired the innocence, the gentleness and kindness of Steven, traits that men failed to possess enough of. He was so unique, and kept you reaching for more.

But as your hand met his arm before you even knew you had moved it, and felt the muscle in your palm, you pressed your fingers into his skin as if you needed to hold on.

“I had a lovely time, thank you.”

Your eyes were flickering, unable to pick one place to focus on, until for a quick second they were back on his lips. But really for just a quick second before they shut, your other hand coming up to his chest for support as you leaned onto your tiptoes. You stopped before your lips met, a split second but enough to let your lips brush together as you felt the heat of his breath hit your mouth. But not another second was wasted before you finally kissed him. Your fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt, using that and his arm to keep you on your feet as you felt your legs turn to jelly.

—

Steven kept his eyes on you, not wanting to look away. To him, you are absolutely stunning, and he found it hard to believe you were standing in front of him and he was about to spend the rest of the night with you. It was long overdue.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath upon hearing that you had a good time. He felt his body relax, feeling better about himself knowing that he had done something right. He knew how awkward he was, Marc made sure of that, and those thoughts plagued his mind even while he mindlessly rambled on back at the restaurant.

‘ See, Steven? She had fun, you did good. ’

Marc’s voice was loud inside his head as he looked down at you. Steven didn’t take the praise lightly.

His mind came to a full stop when he felt your hand on his arm, and he sucked in a breath. Your touch sent sparks up his arm that spread through his body, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. He almost didn’t hear the second sentence you said.

Marc was watching from the reflections and it took everything in Steven’s power to not look over at him. He wasn’t used to this, he didn’t know how he should react.

‘ Alright, Steven. Everyone in a mile-long radius can see that she wants you. Go on, kiss her. ’

Steven never thought he’d hear Marc say those words, encouraging him to kiss you. His wife.

‘ Look, I know you’re oblivious to the signs, but I can see them very well. ’

Obviously, right? He’s spent a lot more time with you than Steven has.

‘ Steven, ‘ Marc snapped at him in the mirror. ‘Stop being afraid. Give her what she wants. You. ’

And before Steven could do anything else, your hand had found its way to his chest and your face was close to his. He couldn’t help but hesitate, even as your lips grazed against each other’s.

When Steven hesitated, you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t want this, your fingers loosening on his shirt. But you didn’t let go. A chance for him to reciprocate the move.

‘ Steven, if you don’t do something about this, I swear I will take control of the body and do it myself. ’

And then Steven felt your fist close around his shirt, then your lips finally against his. God, he’d kissed you before, but this time it was different. It was still as awkward as the first, but it felt just as surreal to him. You had one hand on his arm, pinning it to the counter, so he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you in impossibly closer. When he did so, your whole body relaxed against him, not having realised how tense it was. Steven could feel the relaxation under his touch.

‘ There you go, buddy. ’

He didn’t know where the move came from, but he was so glad he did it. He could feel your body up against his and his hand flexed on your side as he moved you slowly, so your body was against the counter.

His arm was no longer pinned, but his movements were slow and careful as he brought his second hand to your waist; he didn’t want you to let go of him. Your own hands were now sliding up his shoulder, then his neck, before your fingers nestled in the hair that lay on the nape of his neck. You wanted to tug on the curls, but decided just to play a little with the soft strands.

‘ Take her to the bed. ’

Now, as much as Steven appreciated the advice, he really wanted Marc to shut the fuck up.

But of course he listened. He continued to kiss you for a few more seconds before trying to guide you both back to the bed. He tugged lightly on your waist as he moved backwards, encouraging you to move with him so that the kiss didn’t break. And it was going well until he managed to bump into the stand his fish tank rested on. It caught him off guard and he grunted as your lips fell apart. The breaking of your kiss ripped a whimper from your lips, a sound you had no idea you possessed. But then you smiled, a small chuckle filling the room.

‘ Idiot. ’ He heard Marc laughing.

He fixed himself and looked back down at you, stifling a nervous laugh. “Alright, maybe we can just walk over…’’

Steven glared daggers at the reflection of Marc in the tank once he re-collected himself and you weren’t looking. “That’s enough out of you,” he mouthed harshly towards Marc, not wanting you to know that your husband was practically co-piloting your experience.

He was so quick to guide you to the bed, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he wanted to place himself but he did know that he had to decide very quickly.

And before he knew it, he was sitting on the bed, inviting you to sit on top of him. He had a hand out to you, looking up at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. He never thought he’d find himself in this position.

You reached for Steven’s hand, holding onto it as you walked closer to him. His lips were a little red, wet, and god did you wish you could skip the part where you had to walk and just wrap yourself around him. When you did, climbing up onto his lap with a knee resting on each side of him, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. You had sat in a position that avoided his dick, more so to avoid causing him any discomfort because despite the bravery and change of character from Steven, you didn’t know how far he was wanting you two to go. Though, there was no ignoring the ache that you were feeling between your legs, crying for friction as you had to hold back from rolling your hips into his.

The look in Steven’s eyes as he looked at you made you feel all sorts of good, a warmth filled you up, a feeling you’d not felt in a while. Marc used to make you feel this way, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and you were sure that he could do that all over again but it’d been rough between you two lately. Though, the longer the three of you spent together, the more the trouble faded away and the love tried pushing back up to the surface.

“Steven…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Steven let out a breath as his eyes trailed down your body and back up. His smile never faltered. He was absolutely loving the way you looked right now, the way you looked down at him. He never thought he would get this far, but here he was with you on his lap. At the whisper of his name, he gripped your waist. God, he loved the sound of his name coming from your mouth and he wanted to hear you say it again.

Then your lips were back on his, hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as you allowed your tongue to slide along his bottom lip, a move that had your lips trembling. A little breath escaped as your tongue darted against his lip and he parted them, letting you in. Something spurred within him and he kissed back passionately, rougher than he did the first time. You had tried not to break the kiss with a smile when he let you into his mouth, but the smile was gone when he roughened the kiss, taking you by surprise. You let out a small sound of pleasure, getting lost in his mouth, grip on his hair tightening. Then, he pulled your hips up against his, more desperate for the closeness than ever. You had moved your hand to his arm at some point, now feeling the muscles of his arm flex when he moved you.

Despite everything that was sweet and gentle about Steven, his body was strong and you wanted to feel and appreciate every inch of it. You’d seen Marc’s body, of course, but this was Steven- somehow, it felt like a whole different body to explore.

When your hips connected, a small gasp left your mouth, parting lips with him for a moment as your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes remained closed. The gasp alone turned him on even more. Though a little whimper left his mouth when you broke the kiss. Still, he leaned his head into your touch, one hand coming up to get tangled in your hair.

As you started to place light kisses on his face and slowly rolled your hips into his, Steven could feel his desires slowly shifting from those of want to those of need. He could feel the heat between his legs as he made that move, and he was beyond glad that he did. It created that friction that left him wanting more, and it had him gaining a bit more confidence in himself, even though his lack of experience was probably showing.

Steven felt himself grow hard, his cock starting to strain against the fabric that contained it. The feeling of you on him was beginning to drive Steven wild, and even though you’d gotten this far, that Marc flat out told him that you wanted him, he was still rather unsure of the whole thing. But he was willing to experiment and pay attention, just in case you wanted to stop.

He started at the bottom of your shirt, slipping his hands between the material so he could touch your skin. He kept one hand firm on your waist so you wouldn’t fall while his other was snaking up, exploring your back before eventually coming back down.

As he did this, you tilted your head, forgetting his lips for a while to focus on pressing gentle kisses to his jawline, up to the little spot behind his ear. As you did this, you could feel your skin grow goosebumps from where his fingers were touching your bare skin. You tried to lean into the touch but at the same tried to roll your hips into his, slowly but enough to draw a small pleasured sound from your throat. You could feel the length of him growing, could tell how much his body was needing this as well- you were more than willing to give him whatever it was he wanted.

You lifted your mouth to his ear, and again your voice was a whisper.

“I want you, Steven..”

Then you pulled back, looking down to where your hips met before bringing your hands to his chest, lifting your eyes to meet him with a sweet smile.

The whisper sent goosebumps down his spine, causing his stomach to turn with nerves. Hearing you say you want him had him wanting to please you, wanting to make you feel just as good as you made him feel with just these little motions.

“Whatever you want… whatever you don’t… just tell me…” she reassured, all the while her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them. Slow movements, giving Steven time to tell her to stop if he wanted to.

His eyes met yours, his mouth hanging open a bit as he looked up at you, watching and listening intently. The hand that was messing with your hair found its way to your chin. He caressed your skin lightly, pairing it with a response.

“You, I just want you,” he whispered breathily.

He looked down at the spot where your hands were, unbuttoning his shirt. You worked the last button and once it was open, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

A part of him couldn’t help but feel insecure now that one piece of his clothing was gone. Sure, you’d seen his body before- but it was Marc’s, there’s no doubt in his mind that you two have been through this before. But it was him in control of the body now, and he wasn’t used to anyone else seeing it but him.

But you.. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your suspicions were confirmed. It felt like you were seeing his body for the first time. Your gaze trailed along his collarbones, across to his shoulders, flickered to his chest and further down.

He rested one hand on your thigh, squeezing gently while the other went back up to your face, slowly guiding your lips back to his. He missed the intimate contact, he was hoping to regain it.

And he did; he caught you in a kiss again, the hand on your leg slowly trailing up to your waist, landing just under your shirt again. The idea of taking your shirt off struck him, making him excited and nervous at the same time.

He got on with it, lifting the fabric up, pouting when he had to break away from you in order to slip the garment over your head. He tossed it to the side as he’d done with his own, before looking back at you, utterly starstruck.

The sight before him was stunning, gorgeous- he didn’t actually know where to look anymore.

His hands grazed along your stomach as he looked and he realised he was staring. “God- sorry, I’m-” he stared some more as he brought his eyes back up to you. “You’re gorgeous.”

You broke into a smile when he apologised, your smile softening at the compliment, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. However, you couldn’t help the sudden shyness as he stared at you. You weren’t insecure in your skin, you were proud of your body actually, but now you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. What you did know, however, was that you wanted him to lower his hand, touch you all over, run those fingers in the most intimate of places.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay to look, Steven,” you reassured him, eyes meeting his pair again. While his eyes had been looking at you full of adoration, yours were matching his, a sparkle in them as you watched him.

A small giggle left your lips and you shyly dropped your eyes, just for a split moment. “Thank you.”

Then, though hesitantly, you reached behind your back as your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, unclipping your bra. As you pulled the straps down your shoulders, your eyes were flickering over his face, waiting to see if there was any sign of uncertainty or regret. While you hoped he wouldn’t stop this now, you’d respect the decision if he did. As much as you wanted to do it all now, get rid of the clothes and feel every inch of him, you were aware that this was all new to him. You were patient, or trying to be, and he made it rather easy to be- his reactions made it all worth the while.

His eyes shifted from your face to your chest momentarily when you started removing your bra, holding you in place, supporting your back so you wouldn’t fall back.

He sent a silent ‘thank you’ to the gods that you did it yourself, knowing fully well that if he had reached behind you to do so, you’d be left sitting there for five minutes while he fumbled about.

When the second piece of your clothing was gone, his starstruck expression never faltered. “I think you look even more gorgeous now,” he managed. Another tiny ‘thank you’ left your lips at his compliment, enjoying every second his beautiful eyes were glued to you. Your eyes were on his face, taking in every feature up close. It was so odd how when you looked at Steven, you didn’t see Marc, despite them sharing a body- Steven’s features seemed softer. He was just so different overall.

He didn’t know where he wanted to start, where he wanted to touch you first. All he knew was that he wanted you badly, but he also wanted to take his time. He definitely wasn’t about to rush this, not a chance in hell.

Steven leaned up, his lips making contact at the point of where your jaw met your neck. He started by kissing the spot gently, but as he made his way down your collarbone, he nipped lightly at your skin. At first he felt a bit bad for making that decision, but he didn’t hear you protest; he heard quite the opposite, and he kept going, all the way down to your chest.

As his teeth came in contact with the soft flesh of your breast, he kissed the spot as a quick apology, before moving further down. He caught your nipple between his teeth, sucking on the spot lightly before moving to the other and repeating the action. This had one of your hands flying up to his hair, tugging on the curls as a wave of pleasure ran from your head to your toes. For someone who was inexperienced, he was figuring out fast how to use his mouth to make you feel good.

He realised he wasn’t able to keep going down your body because of your current position, so he stopped for a moment. He got a hold of you and moved himself up the bed a bit before making a quick move to flip you over, laying you gently on your back. You let out a sound of surprise at this.

He was over you now, the sight of you under him was just as pleasant as you on top. He used his arms to hold his weight off you, taking in the way you looked before he leaned down and resumed kissing down your body. As he did this, your head was thrown back. One of your hands was on the bed next to you while the other came up to your chest. You massage your breast gently under your palm, trying to keep your breath steady. He stopped when he reached the top of your jeans, finally gazing back up at you through his lashes. There was no doubt that him looking up at you through his lashes was the sexiest thing you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, the sight alone pulling a quiet moan from your throat.

He worked the button with one hand and once he got it he sat up, pulling them off you.

He discarded them, his hands finding themselves on your legs, tracing circles on them for a moment while he looked at you. His mind was still managing to run one hundred thoughts per second, although they focused on you and what he wanted to do to you.

Once you were out of your jeans, you didn’t like the contrast of how naked you were compared to him, so you sat yourself up. You shuffled around to get onto your knees, bringing Steven up with you so you were both kneeling in front of each other.

“Too many clothes…” you said, big eyes looking at him for a moment before they shut, leaning in to break the space between you into a kiss.

Your hands ran down his chest, one stopping at the waistband of his pants while the other kept going lower. You did this slowly, reading his body language to understand if this was okay. Your fingers brushed over the large bulge that had grown in his pants, but just a quick tease, a gentle massage, before both hands were curling into his waistband and dragging his pants down his thighs. You allowed him to kick them away and then your hand was back to where it had been, letting out a moan at the feeling of him in your palm.

“Please, Steven,” you pulled your lips from his but remained close enough that you could feel his lips brush yours as you spoke. “I need you to do something,” your hand moved along his cock as you spoke, slow strokes, the reactions coming from him telling you to keep touching him. “Anything.. I just need you.”

Steven could feel his cock twitch from the pleasure your touch induced. “Oh, god…” he breathed as he reached a hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair as he kissed you once more before pushing you back down on the bed. He leaned over you, hands caressing down your body as he moved back. Those thoughts from earlier came back, the ones of how much he wanted to please you, make you feel as blissful as he did. Your head was so clouded with lust and need that you’d barely registered that he’d pushed you back onto the bed until his hands were roaming over your body.

He moved himself down, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them apart as he positioned himself in between them. You held your legs open for him despite how much you wanted to squeeze them shut for a little bit of friction. He tried to steady his breathing as he looked up at you, kissing along the inside of your leg, slowly moving towards the spot you needed his mouth the most. It was becoming more obvious to him that you needed him, aside from you literally telling him, making the teasing aspect more fun for him. A little ‘please’ stuck itself in your throat, unable to get it out.

You’d grown embarrassingly wet from just the slow kisses and slight touches, your cunt begging to be touched, filled, fucked. Your hand found its way back into his hair, holding onto the curls.

He placed a kiss to the top of your clit, eyes locked on you as he did, watching for your reaction. You knew he could tell how soaked you were just from that little kiss to your clit, but that simple move gave you enough pleasure to wash away the feeling of embarrassment at how turned on you had become.

“Steven..” his name came out a mix of a moan and a sigh, fingers tightening in his hair. You found yourself opening your legs some more, an open invitation for the man to do as he pleased to you.

His lips rested over you, brushing lightly as he looked up at you. A little moan got caught in his throat at your reaction. Seeing you like this was the best thing in the world to him, and it turned him on more. It was taking him a lot of self control to be patient.

He took notice of how you moved, and he hooked one arm under your leg so he was in a better position to hold your waist down. Then he dipped his head, licking a stripe up between your folds. It was hard for you to believe this man was inexperienced- the more confident he became, the more he played and searched for all the right ways to touch you. You were more than willing to let him explore, let him learn.

Your eyes fluttered a little, threatening to shut, but you kept them on Steven, free hand not so free anymore as it went back to his. You took one of his hands and moved it up to your breast, giving it a little squeeze.

“Touch me- need you everywhere, Steven.”

Your voice was so quiet, you sounded so fragile in contrast to when you were fighting alongside Steven and Marc. You were like putty under this man.

His eyes met yours as you spoke again, your voice alone nearly taking him out. His hand flexed on your breast as he replied with, “Just show me where…”

And then he tilted his head back down, kissing the top of your cunt again, easing his way back into the motions. He let out a quiet groan upon tasting you again. The hand on your breast worked a bit, finger moving to grab and twirl at your nipple before making its way back down your body, nails leaving a mark on your skin as they passed.

You had nodded your head at his words, unable to get a sentence out in reply. Each move he made had you trying to raise your hips against his arm in a weak attempt to go after his mouth. You let out a broken whimper.

His hand found its way back down, and he paused, pulling his mouth away from you. His fingers grazed between your folds and he was keen on making eye contact as he slipped them inside. Your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, followed by a gasp when his fingers found their way inside you.

He set a slow pace, working your cunt with his fingers. Your heat around his fingers made him spiral; if it felt so good now, he could only imagine what you’d feel like on his cock. And fuck the waiting was so cruel, but he was determined to please you first.

He bent his head down again, curling his fingers to hit you in the right spot as his tongue got back to work. You arched your back a little off the bed, finally allowing her eyes to shut as he worked you open, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, chills across your skin. His hand was digging into your pelvic bone in an attempt to keep your hips still. He was afraid that if you moved, he’d lose the sweet spot he’d found inside you and he didn’t want to drag it out any longer.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You let go of his hair and both hands gripped tightly onto the bed covers, but you quickly regretted the move and one hand was back in his hair. Your grip was tighter than before, holding on like you’d fall if you didn’t and the other hand went to the arm that held you down. It didn’t feel right unless you were touching the man that was making you feel this good, treating you this well.

“Steven- fuck, you’re doing so good,” you praised him when you were finally able to get words out. Your toes curled into the bed, each hit to the soft spot inside of you making you grow closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. His cock twitched at your praise. He was over the moon, knowing that he was doing good even though he severely lacked experience. The praise made him feel good, and he was desperate to keep it up.

“Faster, please, I won’t break…”

Steven immediately obeyed. His hand picked up his pace, coupled with harder thrusts. He wanted to bring you to the top, wanted to watch as he brought you to your peak. And as soon as he sped up, you were a goner.

His mouth stopped moving, but his lips still brushed against you as he tilted his head up to watch. Fuck, you were an addiction to him, the sounds coming from you only fuelling it further and he couldn’t get enough. Despite missing his mouth the second that it stopped, you were too drunk on the orgasm that was growing closer and closer to protest. When you were able to force your eyes open to look down at him, a moan escaped your lips at the sight of his eyes looking up at you with a contradictory mix of adoration and lust. His emotions pooled in his eyes and you would happily drown yourself in them again and again.

Your cries of pleasure rang out as you hit your climax, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he rode you through it, his grip on your waist loosening so you could move. When the high hit you, it hit you hard, you could feel every bit of it like a wave running from your head to your toes, a string of moans filling the air around you. A collection of curse words and Steven’s name were thrown into the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably like they’d gained a mind of their own and you were so glad that he thought to let go so you could move freely.

Steven eased his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to recover, earning a sound of disapproval from your gaping mouth. Only his fingers had been in you and already you felt so empty with them gone- you almost feared the aftermath of getting fucked by him. He sat back on his knees, looking down at you in adoration while he rubbed your legs softly. He would never get over how amazing you looked right now, or how good he felt while pleasing you. He thought about his next move, going over it in his mind a couple times.

Then once the moment passed and he felt like you were ready, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down towards him, one arm hooking back under your leg and pushing it towards your body. He looked over at you a bit, using his other hand to line the head of his cock with your entrance.

You had no time to speak, but you didn’t mind because your mind was running so fast yet you hadn’t a clue what to say. So, you were glad when you pulled you down, though it had taken you by surprise. How could you still be surprised after what he’d just done to your body?

When Steven leaned over you, you brought a hand up, cupping the back of his neck in your palm and bringing his head down so your lips brushed together. You could taste yourself on his mouth and the lewdness of it all almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. But Steven let out a small whimper when your lips only brushed his instead of connecting them.

“I’m all yours, Steven,” you said, but your voice broke, the moans bordering on screams having weakened your throat. Your other hand was now on the back of his head and you used that to bring him the rest of the way down to seal your lips into a kiss. It was nothing short of passion, need, your mouth moving desperately against his. However, you found it hard to keep your lips moving as his cock began to push through your walls.

The head of his cock had been pressing against your entrance and he couldn’t wait any longer. He started slow as he slid into you and you were so wet that fuck there wasn’t any resistance.

The way he stretched your cunt had you breaking the kiss to throw your head back onto the bed, his name rolling off your tongue like it was the only word you knew in the English language. Steven was groaning, your heat wrapped around him sending him into a haze.

The stretch caused a hint of pain to your body, his girth almost enough to rip you into two, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that had your toes curling into the bed. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck harder the further he slid into you.

Steven’s hand grazed along your torso, coming up to your chest. He massaged your breast as he bottomed out, head falling to the space between your neck and shoulder. His head was spinning from the pleasure that he’s waited so long for.

The wait was worth every second.

Feather-light kisses were placed on your neck as he slowly pulled back out of you, only to rut into you harder the second time, not giving you the chance to get used to him. The kisses to your skin were so gentle and you leaned into them, but the air was suddenly knocked out of you when he pushed right back in without mercy. You let out a gasp, back creating a curve as it lifted off the bed. Your eyes shut tightly. Your body hadn’t felt a pleasure so intense in a while and it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop. You would happily take whatever he gave you.

“Ah, fuck-” he whispered against the shell of your ear, the pleasure he gained from that being overwhelming. Every little sound from Steven, every whimper, moan, groan, they made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

His head lifted and the hand on your breast moved to cup your chin, tilting your head back down, making you look at him. His thumb trailed across your bottom lip, eyes studying your face. He saw nothing but pleasure on it, this alone earning a smile from him. He set a steady pace, thrusts on the rougher side the longer they progressed. You were almost positive that the Steven you knew was tucked away into a corner. There was a confidence in him that you didn’t recognise, but at the same time there was a feeling, one you couldn’t explain, that this was in fact still Steven. Your eyes locked with his, despite how much they wanted to shut, your mouth opened as a string of moans ripped from your throat.

He dipped his head down, capturing you in another kiss, groaning against your lips as he did so. Then in a second he broke the kiss, hips stuttering as he sat up on his knees. You whined at how fast he pulled your lips apart from his, but then he swapped positions and you were blown away- you had no idea that he could look any hotter until that second; sweaty hair, a dark look in his eyes… on his knees, for you.

He ran one hand through his sweat-slicked curls, moving them out of his face before using both to grab onto your hips. He looked down at you with nothing but lust and need as he moved you in time with his thrusts, finding a new angle to hit that soft spot inside of you again. He wanted to watch you unravel around him for a second time, evident by the way he fucked into you at a rough pace.

You were sure everyone in this building, and the next, maybe even the next, could hear the sounds you were both creating, matching each other in a beautiful song. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, one staying put while the other occasionally ran up and down his arm, nails scratching at the skin hard enough to create a mark and leave a trail of blood behind. You were loving every second of this, every second of Steven’s cock exploring your cunt like this. He had cast his head back, revelling in the feeling of your nails dragging along his skin, the sparks of pain through his body quickly transforming into those of pleasure.

“Oh, god- fuck,” his voice was barely audible as he fell back over you, his hand leaving your hip so he could catch himself. He let out a sigh, hovering over you, eyes exploring your body while he continued his assault on your cunt. He would never get over the sight of you like this; a complete mess underneath him, crying out his name as he fucks you.

Your hand continued down his arm until it reached his arm, moving it from your hip to place it between you both. Your eyes were pleading, desperate, missing the feeling of his soft fingers toying with your clit.

“I’m so close-” a moan cut you off, but you managed to keep spitting your words out. “So close, Steven, please..”

He listened to you, even though his mind was cloudy from how good you were making him feel. He let your hand guide his hand between you and immediately did what he was asked. His fingers grazed over your clit teasingly at first, but he could feel his own orgasm rising and he wasn’t about to release before you could.

So he worked your clit with his fingers, giving you the extra push you needed in order to reach the edge. It didn’t take much longer for you to reach your second climax. Steven could feel it, your cunt clamping around his cock as you released, causing his hips to stutter once more. His hand left your clit, trailing up your body in a comforting motion as he rode you through your orgasm.

Your thighs were uncontrollable as he rode you through this, and as sensitive as you felt, you were loving the way he began to come undone on top of you. Your body convulsed for a moment before you came to a stop, though your chest was rising and falling heavily.

Then his hand fell next to your head, bracing himself as he reached his own peak, not wanting to fall on top of you. His hips quit moving as he came, a filthy groan escaping his throat, eyes shutting for a split second. You moaned with him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you felt him filling you up. You took it all in, not a hint of disapproval as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was no greater moment than that of him pushing inside of you one last time, as deep as he possibly could, filling you up more than you thought was possible.

His body was spent and overwhelmed with ecstasy, evident by his slightly shaky arms as he held himself up. He looked down where your hips met, slowly pulling himself out of you. He missed the feeling of being inside you the second he did so; it felt like a part of him was missing now. His eyes ran back up along your body, his own moving in time with his heavy breathing. He cracked a smile, using one hand to move the hair out of your face. He pushed it behind your ear and leaned down to place a much needed gentle kiss to your lips.

Your arms around his neck pulled him in as you shared a kiss so gentle that it seemed unreal that he had just fucked you with a roughness you didn’t know he possessed. But you relaxed into the kiss, only now realising how tense your body was from the two orgasms.

Your breathing mixed with his for a moment before he finally found the will to get off you, moving to lay by your side.

He fumbled for the light covers, but once he found them he pulled them up over your bodies. You turned your body to face him, eyes running over his face, just admitting his beauty for a moment. Then, your hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek softly as your thumb slowly stroked his cheek. His arm fell into place over your waist while he rested his head on his other hand. He was still smiling at you, having no reason to let it falter. He leaned his head into yours a bit before turning his face to kiss your palm lightly. What you two just did had him feeling amazing and judging by your reaction, he knew you felt the same. He took a bit of pride in that- he loved that he was able to make you feel as he did.

“That was… You are incredible.” There was a small giggle to your voice but it didn’t outweigh the honesty and love that was in your tone.

His hand on your waist moved and started trailing slowly up and down your body. “God, no- no, you are incredible,” he repeated, more emphasis on the word ‘you’. He leaned down towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. You leaned your head into the kiss, sighing softly at the touch. Your eyes ran along his face, manoeuvring over his eyes, the curve of his nose, the redness of his lips. There was no place you’d rather be at the moment than with him.

“You should rest,” he whispered as he leaned back.

You nodded your head a little at his words, scooting closer to him and closing your eyes. He radiated warmth and comfort, more so once he wrapped his arm around you. He shifted around until you were both in a comfortable position; his arm under your neck allowing you to be closer while the other draped lazily across your torso again.

Both of your breathing had relaxed remarkably. You placed your hand on his chest, smiling even though he probably couldn’t see it, before deciding to replace your hand with your head. Your smile only widened now that you could hear the soft beating of his heart as opposed to just feeling it.

You both ended up drifting into a comfortable sleep like that; completely wrapped up in each other, not a single negative thought or energy from either of you, just the synchronisation of the gentle rise and fall of your chests.

#moonknight #x reader #one shot #smut #oscar isaac #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader

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malereader-inserts · 4 years

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Listen Here, Boy Wonder

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner & Male!Reader Summary: Just a quiet boy not knowing how to feel Word Count: 1,346 Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could do a fic with Hotch where he doesnt want another agent on his team (almost like with Emily) but then the new kid stays later than Hotch and arrives earlier somehow even though Hotch tends to sleep on his couch in the office like every second day.

Warnings: description of injuries.

A/n: TBH this isn’t the best I could do

It’s not like Hotch was opposed to having another team member on the team, it was just the fact that it could possibly be another Spencer. The new member, already welcomed by the rest of the team, was only aged twenty-two. The agency had recommended him and his grades in the final year were the best, being in the top percentage.

It’s not that he wasn’t going to welcome him, he’s the team leader, he has to be welcoming. But, any good profiler could see that Hotch was not pleased.

“Play nice, Aaron,” Rossi says, standing at the doorway, “He’s a good kid, you know, and if you actually took time to see - he’s actually an angel.”

So, despite his annoyance, he could see how much the team had adored their new addition. One thing he had noticed before anyone else was that you were constantly at work. He nods his good morning, at half-seven, to see you writing up your report. Hotch also nods his good nights, seeing you sign your name off - usually around half eleven.

But, you’re at work most of the day, and you don’t seem like you’re tired. You don’t carry yourself a hot flask of coffee, unlike someone who must have caffeine in their system (cough spencer cough). You were often seen with a big bottle of water, Hotch had to pat you on the back for that - at least you kept yourself hydrated.

Then again, he doesn’t know how hard the FBI training has been lately and perhaps you’ve just kept up with their rules and regulations. Hotch got more curious with the new quiet boy who seems to light up when Morgan ruffles your hair, or how the ladies laugh when you make an off-hand comment that was either snidey or snarky.

Hotch had to admit that you were truly showing what you were capable of, when Spencer reveals a crucial part in the investigation, as one other person would praise Spencer as usual.

“Oh, I didn’t find it, (Y/n) did.”

They all look at you, your cheeks flare with embarrassment, “It was kinda obvious, I shouldn’t take credit.”

“No,” Hotch says, raising an eyebrow at you, “You did good, (L/n). Rossi, Morgan with me.”

As Hotch leaves the room with Morgan, Rossi turns to you with a twinkle in his eyes, “That means he likes you, kid.”

Hotch didn’t know how to bring you out of the shell, by now, you were in the team for a good six months. You were still that quiet boy when he first started to work there, still making amazing an observation to the investigation, still seen with only water and never caffeine - though now you’ve started to appear every now and then with an energy drink.

Hotch and everyone else tried to get you out of work situations, asking if you want to go to the bar after work, it’s a Friday night and you have the weekend to chill. Rossi would try to host cooking nights, suggested by Hotch.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because, Dave, we still need to get (Y/n)’s out of his shell.”

“You care about the kid!”

“I-” Rossi smirks as Hotch rolls his eyes, “He’s part of the team and he’s the youngest, of course, I care.”

Though, nothing of Hotch’s attempt seems to break through to you. Until now. Hotch doesn’t know how he ended up here, but at least he wasn’t alone, he just wished he had better company. It’s not that he didn’t like you, in fact, he came to terms to actually warm up to you - even making sure you’re okay. You’re an adult, he’s aware of that, but like all other members of the team - he was concerned.

And whilst you were good company, he wishes you didn’t have to deal with the trauma you’ll get from getting kidnapped during an individual.

“I’m okay,” You say, “I’m not hurt at all, luckily.”

Hotch nodded, “That’s good.”

It’s been days in a small little cell, you and Hotch both know that your team is very much trying to get them back. After all, you were the youngest team member and you have so much life to get through - they were protective of you because you were just a quiet boy. And they couldn’t just strand their great team leader.

Yet, days were starting to merge and you were getting restless, at least it gave you and Hotch some forced bonding time. After a while, you just have to talk or you’ll go insane, so you rattled your team leader’s ear off. Not that he minded, in fact, it was relaxing that you actually didn’t mind talking, but you chose to be quiet.

“Is he coming back?”

You and him sat up straight, your kidnapper, or the unsub was what you exactly theorised. You were a smart boy, so the days you were here in a small dirty cell you watched your unsub. He was still new to being a serial murderer, he was still unsure about what to do.

So when he pointed his knife at Hotch, you kicked in your plan. You body slammed the unsub shouting at Hotch to get out, Hotch was hesitant before bolting it out, you called out after him that you’ll make your way out too.

“We’ll find him,” Emily reassures Hotch, who was holding an ice pack to his temple, “He might be quiet, but we know he’s a tough kid.”

Hotch worked relentlessly, even when the team told him that he should take a break, he didn’t want to stop until you were found alive. The team tried to do their best in finding you, they were waking up earlier and going to sleep later - collating all they could.

It had been a week since Hotch managed to escape and he owes you his life for saving him. He was the only one awake, though when he looks at the clock, he can see that the rest of the team will arrive in half an hour.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Hotch snaps his head up before twirling on his heel, to see you with a black eye, your temple seemed to patched with stitching and bandaged up. You were holding an energy drink, your non-dominate arm was in a sling. You had bruises on your jaw and strangulation marks.

“What’s all this?” You asked, Hotch noticed you had a limp as you look at the information on the board and scattered on the table, “Were you trying to find me?”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulder, “I guess I didn’t think I mattered that much.”

“Of course you matter,” Hotch says and for once you were taken aback to hear such desperation in his voice, “you’re part of the team, you’re the youngest of us. Family protects family.”

“We’re...family?” You tilted your head.

You see, you saw Hotch as a strict and level headed man - he sticks to the rules and regulations. He wasn’t the most approachable person and yet to see him react so differently. You look up to see soft caring eyes, as he motions for you to sit down at least - you are injured and he has taken that to consideration.

“Of course, the moment you joined the team, you were family so no matter how quiet you were and you didn’t want to open up. The team and I never saw you any different than the boy wonder. You were family the moment you introduced yourself.”

“I don’t get it,” You were confused, genuinely, “Why?”

“Because we love you and you have our backs, we’re going to have your back.”

“You will?”

“Of course.”

You had knitted your eyebrows together as you were pondering how to click the pieces together, Hotch knew that a little heart to heart between you two won’t sink in right away. But, he gave you a reassuring smile, telling you, if you ever forget - we’re always there to remind you.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x male reader #x male reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x male reader

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shycoconutt · 3 years

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I Found My Light (Kakashi x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/n: Sound the alarms! It’s my first ever writing post! I’ve had this written for a while tbh, and I feel like I’m ready to start getting into this.

Summary: A late-night walk turns into a rekindled friendship.

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but might not be later lol)

You opened your eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. Staring at the white ceiling, you sighed. Sleep seemed to evade you recently, a side effect of the recent dreariness of your life. You found yourself living the same days over and over again. Because of this, the line between day and night started to fade.

The moon was full tonight, you noticed as it shined brightly through your open window. It was the perfect temperature out, warm but chilly enough to feel comfortable wrapped in your blankets. You love listening to the occasional sounds that occurred outside, the noise of leaves rustling in the wind being your favorite.

Your gaze left the moon and landed back on your ceiling. Why is something as simple as sleeping so hard? Gods, all you wanted was an escape. With a huff, you pushed the covers off of you and sat up from your lying position. Trying to force yourself to sleep would do more harm than good right now.

You make your way to your dresser and pull out your favorite pair of black joggers. You love them because they are tight on your ankles, loose on your legs, and have a cinched band at the waist. They are perfect for any lazy day. You slip them on over your underwear, you never go to bed with pants on, and exchange your sleep shirt for a cropped black hoodie made from the same soft, elastic material as your pants.

You turn to face your large standing mirror in the corner of the room to assess your appearance. The all-black look was your favorite, especially since it will help you blend into the night. Your hair was a mess, so you decided to put it up in a loose bun on the top of your head and pull out some strands to frame your face. It felt good to not look so polished and put together. Your jonin uniform was not the most comfortable piece of clothing, especially with the way it hit your figure.

You walked out of your bedroom and across the kitchen to the front door of your apartment. One foot after the other, you slide into your sandals and grab the key to your apartment hanging on the hook next to you. With that, you leave your apartment and head out into the night.

You walked the streets of Konoha at a gingerly pace. It was probably around 3 a.m. at this point, and there wasn’t a single soul on the street with you. You make your way past the line of shops on the main street, including your favorite bakery where you'd treat yourself to a lemon square after coming back from a long mission. You thought about that lemon square a lot when you were out risking your life, embarrassingly enough.

A couple of turns later and you found yourself heading towards your favorite place in all of Konoha, a little area of woods towards the perimeter that contained this amazing koi pond. Although it was nighttime and the fish wouldn’t be as active, you still want to check to see if you can watch any. To your surprise, your favorite koi, who you nicknamed “Nishi'', was out and swimming around by himself. You sit criss-cross in the grass and watch as he glides through the calm water, almost putting you in trance. Nishi didn’t look or act like the others; He was black with white, almost silver-looking spots and he was less frantic in nature. You sway from side to side as you watch him, thinking to yourself about how you would like to be more like Nishi.

“You look cute watching the koi.” You heard a soft, yet unwavering voice declare behind you.

“Holy sh-” You almost jump out of your pants at the unexpected presence. Surprised, you quickly turn your head around to see who’s voice that could possibly be. To your disbelief, there lies a figure perched up by a tree a couple yards away from you. Their feet were crossed, legs extended, one hand in the pocket of their pants, the other holding up what looks like a copy of Icha-Icha, head turned towards you, and wild hair moving with each passing breeze. How did I not notice him?

“Oh I’m sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to startle you. I figured you knew I was here because you walked right past me.” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head and let out a small chuckle. “Guess I should have made my presence known right away.”

Still in disbelief, you get up and slowly make your way towards the figure, stepping into the shadow of the tree to see him more clearly. As you approached you immediately recognized the silver-haired jonin.

“Kakashi?” You say confused. “What are you doing out here? It’s late.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He states, closing his book and setting it down next to him on the grass. He looked different. He looked… quite hot actually. The jonin uniform you usually saw him in was traded for a pair of comfortable-looking grey sweatpants and a tight, black tank top that connected to his mask. He wasn’t wearing his headband either, just keeping his left sharingan eye shut in a permanent wink. As you observed him, you couldn’t help but notice that he was doing the same to you.

“I suppose you're right.” You smirk and let out a small chuckle. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured that if I was up I should take a walk around the village to clear my head. This is my favorite spot, so I guess I just naturally ended up here.” You exclaimed, still standing in front of him.

“It looks like you and I are having the same issue,” he states plainly, “I came out here a little while ago after tossing in my bed for an hour. I hate trying to force myself to sleep; It’s a battle I never seem to win.” His eyes averted your gaze and moved to his now empty hands in his lap. You couldn’t help but notice a hint of pain in his voice and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You know about the things Kakashi has been through, as it was pretty common knowledge to all jonin in your mutual age group. You were pretty close with his friends, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma, but Kakashi always seemed to keep everyone at an arm’s length. He also was an Anbu for ten years, which didn’t help the disconnect either. Fortunately, he was relieved from his Anbu position a couple weeks ago, and gradually you have been seeing him a bit more here and there. Though, this is the first time you are able to have a conversation with him in what seems like forever.

“Well,” you sighed, “I guess we have lost the battle together. We must be pretty shitty jonin.” You stated flatly.

Kakashi squinted his eyes and you both laughed. You couldn’t help but take a mental picture of his face at this moment. You really enjoy seeing him happy, as it makes you happy too.

You can’t kid yourself, having a chance to talk with Kakashi alone feels like such a treat. Little genin (y/n) would be ecstatic right now. Of course you had a crush on him back then, who didn’t?

“You’ve always had a natural talent for connecting with people,” Kakashi mused, “I haven’t talked to you since we were teenagers, and here I am laughing with you like we’re long-time friends.”

You could feel your eyebrows furrow at that statement. Yeah sure, you weren’t at his apartment every week for Sunday brunch, but you did have a history.

“Kakashi,” you started, “You are my long-time friend. Just because we drifted apart doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. To be honest, I was relieved when I found out you were no longer going to be a member of the Anbu. It wasn’t good for you.” You stepped closer and sat down next to him, leaning back on the tree stump. The grass felt cool under you, sending a small shiver up your body.

“I suppose you’re right,” Kakashi stated, quoting your words from earlier. “It amazes me that none of you gave up on me. I feel like I am undeserving of everyone’s effort.” You were baffled by his honesty; Kakashi wasn’t known to be much of an open book. It upsets you so much that he feels this way as you couldn’t imagine not caring about him or any of your other comrades in the village. The faces of your closest friends flashed through your mind and you grimaced at the thought of losing them.

Not knowing if you should, you felt compelled to reach over and hold Kakashi’s hand in yours. It's cold compared to the warmth spreading from your fingertips. Hmm, I wonder how long he has been out here. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you look at him in his onyx eye. “Trust me, Kakashi. You are deserving. You are deserving of a great life and people who care about you. I know the world may seem dark, but I promise that a light is always glowing. No matter how small or dim, it’s there.”

You stare at each other in silence for a moment before he changes the position of his hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. The change was small, but it ignites a feeling in your stomach you couldn’t describe. Slowly, you felt your cheeks flush and you turned your face to look towards the sky in hopes he wouldn’t notice. You knew this action was him telling you that he accepts your words, and thanks you for them.

You spent the next hour sitting under the tree together, you looking up at the stars and him looking at you. Your intertwined hands fell between your bodies, resting on the cool grass. You felt him start to graze the back of your hand with his thumb, sending a tingling sensation up your arm. It felt so good to be touched by him, even in such an innocent manner.

A strong breeze ran through the air and hit you suddenly. You began to shiver at the quick change in temperature, realizing that you should have dressed warmer if you were going to be out this long. Yet, you couldn’t have anticipated the situation you are currently in.

“Are you cold?” Kakashi questioned with a hint of concern.

“Yeah a little bit,” you answered honestly, “but I don’t want to go back home. I’m not really tired yet.” Truthfully, you didn’t want this little moment of shared bliss to end. You started to feel like you found your escape, and you refused to be torn away from it so soon.

“Neither do I,” he confessed, “Come here.” He released his hand from yours and slid his position higher up on the side of the tree. He then spread his legs and patted the ground in between, inviting you to sit.

You felt your face get hot again, as the position he was offering you was a very intimate gesture. There was absolutely no way you could refuse his offer. One, because you were freezing and, two, young (y/n) would never forgive you.

You got up and sat down carefully between his thighs, leaning until your back met his chest. He then wrapped both of his arms around you, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist with his hand resting on your stomach. The outsides of your legs met the insides of his and you felt an immediate warmth there. Lastly, your head tilted back and rested upon his left shoulder, with his face nuzzled against your temple. You both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, no part of you feeling any discomfort against his strong body. Engulfed in his smell and warmth, for the first time in a while you felt completely relaxed.

“Thank you, Kakashi.” You looked up at him with a warm smile.

“Anytime.” He breathed, voice muffled by your hair. You wondered if he truly meant that. I mean, after all, this is the first time you have interacted in a while. Yet, the connection you felt towards him was unquestionable.

Does he feel the way I feel?

“Hey,” you began, “are you tired at all?”

He flexed his arms and held you closer to his chest. “Not really,” he answered, “I’m enjoying this moment too much to be tired.” You smiled, and there was a pause.

“Isn’t this odd?” you questioned again.

“What? You and I snuggled under a tree in a random corner of the village alone at 4 a.m. after we haven’t interacted with each other in years?” he questioned sarcastically, “Not at all.”

“Kakashi!,” you laughed, gently nudging your elbow into his ribs as he laughed along with you.

“Yeah it’s a little odd,” he answered honestly, “but I’m not going to question it. I found my light, and now I’m enjoying it.” He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed deeply.

Completely and utterly relaxed, you let yourself succumb to the heaviness of your eyelids. Truthfully, this has felt like the longest day in the world and you are happy to end it this way. The sound of Kakashi’s breathing and the rise and fall of his chest acted as your personal sleep machine. It’s priceless.

Before you completely drift off, you swear you could feel the soft, pillowiness of Kakashi’s lips graze the skin of your temple, a soft hum escaping from them.

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

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Queue Hilary Duff’s “What Dreams Are Made Of”. This kind of feels like the beginning of something. Should I continue? Idk if my writing is even good. If you read this, PLEASE let me know if you have any feedback. Again, this is my first story and I would greatly appreciate any feedback, advice, suggestions, etc.! I can’t believe I’m uploading, ah! - Klara

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi fanfic #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #kakashi fluff #kakashi imagine #naruto fanfiction #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi one shot #kakashi x yn #kakashi sensei #i found my light

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drakenology · 4 years

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A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty.

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it.

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed.

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you.

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies.

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part

He loved your breasts.

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them.

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them.

Most of your hickies were all over them

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got.

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet.

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B).

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink.

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill.

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum.

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth.

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public.

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast.

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you.

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him.

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you.

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh.

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo.

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact.

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame.

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you.

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident.

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times.

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters.

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you.

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm.

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body.

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess”

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard.

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location

anywhere, surprisingly.

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat.

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on.

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage.

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red.

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point.

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you.

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag.

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in.

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two.

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on.

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans.

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes.

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did.

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm.

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim.

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy.

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless.

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.”

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo.

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it.

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.”

U- Unfair

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others.

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner.

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you.

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy.

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral.

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay?

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers.

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there.

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working.

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face.

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye!

#bnha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha midoriya #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x reader

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lazywonderlvnd · 4 years

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Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly.

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him.

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it.

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning.

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences.

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils.

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather.

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

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talatomaz · 4 years

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crossing paths pt.ii | diana prince x lance!reader

a/n: reader has the powers of telekinesis. i’m not sure if I like how this went tbh but oh well

warnings: mentions of fighting

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reader is sara & laurel’s younger sister who works with team flash. after her and cisco’s experiment goes sideways, she finds herself trapped on an unknown earth not unlike her own

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Home Sweet Home.

Exiting the train station, you exhaled a deep breath and took in your surroundings. Most importantly, the huge sign that had “WELCOME TO CENTRAL CITY” scrawled across the board.

After the events of the day, you’d decided that the best course of action would be to make your way to this Earth’s Central City.

You’d figured they had to have a Star Labs which you knew would hold the necessary equipment you needed to fix the extrapolator or at least the communication function so you could contact Cisco.

Luckily, whilst on your journey, you’d managed to hack into the train’s wireless computer so you could then erase the museum’s security footage from your phone. The footage of your fight with the robbers was the last thing you needed getting out.

Hailing a cab, you made your way to Star Labs, having pocketed one of the maps that detailed the route to the facility from the train station.

In little over 20 minutes, you had arrived. Paying the driver with what little cash you had left, you craned your neck to look up at this Earth’s Star Labs.

It was different to the one back home. Yes, it was modelled fairly similarly but this had a more...robotic feeling and was definitely a lot darker than yours.

Though you supposed that was because this Star Labs seemed to be more full, several employees walking in and out of the building.

Whereas the Star Labs back home, whilst full of technology, was only home to Team Flash and no one else. The risk far too great for ordinary people to see what you were doing.

Entering the building, you quickly donned a white lab coat and went in search for the equipment you needed to fix the breach device.

Finding a secure room, you put on your mask and used your powers to open the door.

As you walked in, you let out a small gasp. The room was larger than you’d expected; filled to the brim with computers and screens all hooked up to one another. Making your way to one of the larger ones, you began writing a line of code. Then you took out the extrapolator, placing it on the table and grabbed some tools that were on the desk.

You started to mend the broken device, remaining careful and alert incase someone was going to catch you. You were about halfway through when you felt a familiar rush of air and found yourself in an unknown area.

Not unlike Star Labs, it was filled with computers and the like but also held training equipment in the far side of the room. Then you felt yourself tied to the back of a chair, staring up at a group of men.

You recognised most of them, except the one that could only be described as a half-man, half-cyborg hybrid.

“Oh fuck.” You murmured to yourself.

This was all you needed.

To be captured by none other than Batman, Superman and the Flash.

“Yes, indeed. Who are you?” Superman asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

You narrowed your brows, analysing each of their outfits. This Earth’s Superman outfit was different to the one back home. Batman, you’d never really met before so you couldn’t comment.

But the most interesting was the Flash’s outfit.

It appeared to be made up of metallic materials whereas Barry’s was made out of intense heat-resistant and abrasion resistant polymer and some other stuff that Cisco had explained to you that you didn’t take note of.

“More importantly, where are you from?”

You heard a familiar voice say behind you.

You turned your body, as best you could since you were confined to a chair, and felt your jaw drop at the female who stood before you.

Not only was she the woman you’d met earlier at the museum but she was freaking Wonder Woman!

“Holy shit. Cisco is going to be so jealous he didn’t come here.”

“Who’s Cisco? And where did you come from?”

Not giving you time to answer, the brunette continued, “I saw you earlier at the Metropolis museum. You told me about the criminals.”

“We tried to pull the security footage but it had mysteriously been erased.” The man you nicknamed Cyborg said. “Why were you at Star Labs?” He asked.

“You know. You gotta let a girl answer before you continue asking questions.” You joked.

“This isn’t a joke. Tell us who you are.” Batman spoke for the first time, his voice coming out hoarse and rough. Probably from a voice distorter.

“I will. As soon as you untie me.”

When the five of them stared at you, you sighed.

“Guess I’ll do it myself then.”

With a flick of your fingers, the ropes that bound you came loose and you stood to face the group.

They immediately went into fighting stances, ready to take you down if need be.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” you scoffed, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just don’t like being tied up. Unless we’re in the bedroom.” You teased, laughing to yourself.

“You’re a meta.” Wonder Woman commented.

Placing your hand in your pockets, you were about to reply when you felt that they were empty.

“Wait, where the hell is the extrapolator?”

“Oh, you mean this?” The Flash said, holding the device in his hand.

“Give that to me.” You ordered, charging your way to the speedster before Batman stood in your way.

“I don’t think so.”

“Barry, that is not something to play around with. Give me that.” You repeated.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” He paused, everyone’s eyes trained on you.

“It’s a long story. Now please, put down that device.” You sighed when he placed it on the table beside him.

When he put it on the surface, he must have accidentally pressed a button because Cisco’s body popped up like a hologram.

“What on Earth?” You heard Wonder Woman say.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you? Woah, is that Batman?!” Cisco’s voice crackled through the device as the hologram glitched.

“Cisco, the device broke. Can you track what Earth I’m on using the GPS?”

“I can try. But I need you to fix the small chip that’s in the extrapolator first.”

The Cisco hologram glitched out and faded away.

“Shit.” You murmured to yourself.

“What do you mean ‘what Earth’? Who are you?” Batman said.

Sighing, you spoke, “I’m not from this Earth.”

“You’re an alien?” Barry exclaimed.

“What? No! The only alien here is Clark.”

You gestured towards the Man of Steel.

“How do you know who I am? Did Lex send you?”

“Oh, please. As if I’d work with that idiot. Besides, I like his sister much better. As I was saying, I’m from an Earth called Earth Prime.”

Then you gave them all a brief explanation of the rebirth of the Universe and how you’d arrived here.

“Ever heard of Everett’s many-worlds theory? Simply put, this Earth is not the only Earth that exists. I come from a parallel Earth where I work with the Flash and several other heroes, including Supergirl and Batwoman. Though no one’s seen Kate in a while.”

Looking into each of their eyes, you could still see apprehension.

Facing Wonder Woman, you held out your wrist, “Use your lasso of truth and you’ll see I’m not lying.”

“How did you-”

She started before you interrupted her, “Do it and then I’ll explain.”

You watched as she removed the rope from her armour and wrapped one end around your wrist.

Your eyes widened as the rope started to glow a bright yellow, the material feeling warm against your skin.

“What I just said was true. And I know about all of you. Your parallel selves are my family and friends back home. And Wonder Woman-”

“You may call me Diana.” She interjected, flashing you a kind smile.

“And Diana,” you corrected, “you’re somewhat of a Legend where I come from. I visited Themyscira once, it was beautiful.”

“My home is hidden from Man’s world. How did you see it?”

“My sister, Sara, travels through time with her team and when I worked with her for a brief period, my friend, Zari, and I, took Helen of Troy to your island to save her. Anyways, you do exist on my Earth but no one really knows of you.”

Diana stared at you for a few moments, her intense glare making you weak in the knees, if you were being honest.

It was as if she was looking right into your soul.

Whatever she saw must have pleased her because her gaze faltered and she removed the lasso from you.

“She’s telling the truth, guys.”

“Thank you. Now I need to fix the extrapolator or I won’t be able to get home.”

“So that little thing can make anyone travel between worlds?” Cyborg asked.

“Yes, exactly.”

“It’s like one of those damned mother boxes that almost destroyed our world.” Bruce said harshly. “We can’t risk having that here. We need to destroy it.”

“Don’t even think about it.” You spat out, your hands clenched at your sides.

You narrowed your eyes, watching for any indication of movement from the vigilante.

The only warning you had was Bruce’s muscle tensing before he reached for the table that held the device.

In a quick motion, you used your powers to throw the former into a pile of boxes to break his fall.

The playboy rose to his feet and charged at you, ignoring the shouts of his team.

You blocked his punch and deflected his kick. Ducking when he swung his arm, you used all your strength to throw him over you.

He reached into his cape and you flung whatever he was about to hurl at you into the wall. He swiped at your legs, making you stumble to the ground. You picked yourself up and when he ran at you, once more, you used your powers of telekinesis to rise in the air above him.

You extended your hand in front of you and lifted him in the air to face you. He struggled within your hold before you both looked down at Diana who’d shouted.

“Enough! Y/N, put Bruce back on the ground.”

With a crash, Bruce fell to the floor whilst you gracefully landed upright on your feet.

“Bruce, this device isn’t as harmful as the mother boxes. And it is her only way home, we cannot destroy it.”

Diana said calmly as Bruce huffed and murmured a curse.

“Listen, Batboy. I will kick your ass again if you don’t shut up.” You said, meaning every word.

“I’m not trying to be hostile here but I only came here to prove my theory which I’ve clearly done so now I just want to repair the device and go home.”

Walking over to the table, you picked up the extrapolator and inspected it. Your heart dropped when you saw a crack in the chip.

You knew that there was no way to fix the locator.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

Your voice not strong enough to answer, you shook your head. Clicking the communication button, you saw Cisco’s hologram appear again.

“Y/N, have you fixed the GPS chip yet? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your friend asked in concern.

“The chip’s broken. Majorly so. I’m going to need to replace it but the only replica of the chip is-”

“Here.” Cisco finished. “Is there a Star Labs near you?”

“Yeah, I went there earlier to fix the damage but there wasn’t any chip. I checked.”

“Okay, I just need to create another extrapolator and then somehow come and get you.”

“Cisco, you know that can take weeks.” You sighed.

“Y/N, it’ll be fine. We’ve been stuck on other Earths before. Including with a telepathic gorilla. I doubt there’s any Earth worse than that.” He said, trying to inject some levity in the conversations.

“You’re right. Look, don’t tell the team. You and I both know that they’ll just worry and I don’t need them telling Sara or Dinah either because they’re too protective. Just lie and say that I was missing Laurel and decided to take a vacation.”

“You got it. Stay safe, y/n. And keep this extrapolator with you so I can speak to you.”

“You got it. Bye, Cisco.”

Once again, the hologram faded away and you hung your head.

Cisco was right.

It was not the first time this had happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were damned if you’d let this get you down.

Clearing your throat, you straightened and faced the group, having forgotten that they were there for the entire exchange.

“Guess I’m going to be in your hair for a little while longer.”

***

It had been 3 weeks since the day you’d arrived on this Earth.

Diana had kindly invited you to stay with her whilst you waited for Cisco to arrive. You remained in constant contact with the latter; he wanted to keep you updated on his progress.

You were still on rocky terms with Bruce, him not appreciating you beating him. He was stubborn and irritating but reminded you of Oliver in that regard.

You helped the Flash with his speed, giving him tips on how to manage it and retain his strength which you’d learned from having closely worked with Barry all these years.

You also got on fairly well with Superman and Cyborg and even met Aquaman who tried to hit on you the moment he saw you.

But out of everyone, you’d grown close to the Amazonian warrior. The first night you’d stayed with her, you found yourself talking to her all through the night until the sun had come up.

She had told you about her family back home and you told her about yours. You supposed it was easier to tell her than anyone else since she’d endured so much loss and pain and understood what it was like to be separated from her family.

“Y/N, you ready to go?”

Interrupted from your thoughts, you turned to face the beautiful brunette who had a soft smile painted on her face.

She had asked you to dinner a few days before, telling you she wanted to give you both a relaxing evening. You had graciously, and rather, immediately accepted the invitation.

The truth was that, over these past few weeks, you found yourself hoarding a crush on the Goddess.

You could have disregarded it as a schoolgirl crush but the last time you’d ever felt like this, was when you were with Thea. But that had ended amicably after she found love with Roy.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

After eating outdoors at a small bistro, the two of you strolled down the street. Then your heart skipped a beat when she slid her hand in yours.

Looking up at her, you saw a gleam in eyes as she smiled at you which you reciprocated. You basked in the feel of her hand against yours, her warmth spreading through you.

Then you both jumped when her phone started to trill in her pocket.

“Diana Prince.” She answered her phone, humming in response before disconnecting the call.

“That was Bruce. He needs us at Star Labs. Both of us.”

She answered when you opened your mouth to ask just that. Closing your mouth, you nodded and ducked with her into an alley so you could both fly to the building.

“What is it, Bruce?” Diana asked as the two of you walked into the facility.

“The mainframe’s been going crazy. It’s as if someone’s breaking in here but no one actually is.” Cyborg answered instead.

Running up to the screen, you noticed the flashing alarms on the screen.

“Well, at least you guys have better security than we do.”

Pulling up the schematics of the building, you furrowed your brows at the thermal energy reading.

Parting your lips, ready to voice your confusion, you jumped back when a breach opened up in front of you.

When it closed, it left two people in its wake.

Barry and Sara.

“Y/N, Cisco told us what happened. We’re here to take you home.”

Glancing behind you, your eyes fell on Diana whose eyes flickered between you and your friends.

“God, I’m going to kill Cisco.”

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art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”

#bts smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #xmint-conditionx

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cuddles-and-kisses · 3 years

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So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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jib 7 breakdown and analysis

a little while ago i said that i am open to requests for making analysis posts when it comes to cockles panels and just cockles in general, and i got quite a few responses. the first person who asked me was my lovely tea anon, and the panel in question is jib 2016 aka jib 7.

first of all i want to give you my take on the overall vibe, and then second of all i will get into the details and link to certain timestamps in the video.

standard disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. my recommendation would be to watch the panel in its entirety alongside my comments. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

the overall vibe that this panel gives me is that jensen and misha are a unity at this point. they are in sync with each other, and this whole panel is very relaxed and in good spirits. there is also the fact that their outfits match very well. and with jensen ross ackles involved, that cannot be a coincidence, so i love that a lot.

another thing that i cannot ignore is that it’s also a very sexual panel, with a lot of double meanings and innuendos and remarks that can be read as sexual if you are as pervy as me.

now let’s get into the specifics.

although i am sure this is not going to be news for any of you, i feel like a little background knowledge is in order. before this panel, misha had had a panel that day with j*red. the mishalecki panel was really fucking funny and filled with sexual innuendos.

between these two panels, it appears that there was a break in which they all had nothing to do (i am basing this off other people’s experiences and reports that i have read in the past, as i unfortunately wasn’t there myself).

considering how this panel goes, i think there is a good chance that jensen and misha just had sex beforehand. and based on both of their demeanors, one could draw certain conclusions about who did what (i honestly don’t like talking about who tops and who bottoms because who gives a shit and things are rarely that black and white, but all i’m gonna say is that even though jensen has joked about his asshole before, jensen and misha clearly said switch rights).

from the very first second. the VERY FIRST SECOND. jensen is sauntering on stage like he is thee man. then the crowd is cheering ‘one more time’, and jensen looks at misha, starts cheering too, and makes a movement that is bordering on obscene before waving it away. conclusion: ‘one more time’ could also mean ‘one more round of hot steaming sex’ and he still had sex on the brains, so that was what he was thinking about.

ahhh, the intricate ritual [1m34s] of greeting each other on stage as if you haven’t spoken to each other all day, even though you probably just had sex….. jensen ackles, i wanna study you. i wonder what the deal is with that. does he just like to pay misha extra attention on stage? does he revel in the fact that he knows that fans like this sort of interaction? can he just not help himself? questions that keep me up at night.

also, there is just SOMETHING about the way jensen says ‘i’m doing well how are you?’ it’s almost flustered? borderline shy? and then he goes on to say that he did an impression of misha earlier, in a manner that’s just so flirty. idk guys. it’s flirty. kindergarten flirty, but flirty nonetheless.

misha, of course, immediately turns his entire body towards him. almost as if they both already forgot there is an audience in front of them. then he just gets closer and closer to jensen, for no reason whatsoever except for the pure magnetic pull they have on each other. pray4misha.

i think it is a testament to how in sync they are that misha immediately realises that jensen mentioned bicycle touring during his ‘impression of misha’, and i love the moment where jensen puts on an accent (something that misha normally does) and goes ‘is like sport’ and misha laughs and goes ‘is very similar to sport’ and they both lose it. idk, i feel like that might be a sort of inside joke to them as well.

this might be slightly reaching, but hear me out: right away, jensen goes: ‘oh by the way, sore?’ why would he say ‘by the way’? what is he thinking about when he says that? is it about ‘is very similar to sport’? because i could totally see them having sex and refering to it as ‘well that’s kind of like a sport’, as an inside joke. it works. i’m just saying!!!

look. i know this back and forth has been discussed to death. we all know that the implication is that jensen fucked misha and misha is kind of stunned that jensen actually goes there. so stunned that he repeats it: ‘sore? am i sore?’ almost as if to stall a bit in his response. yikes.

i think that it’s fair to say that this is something jensen enjoys doing: riling misha up on stage. because a lot of the time, misha has the upper hand on stage (probably also in the bedroom but that’s another conversation), but sometimes. sometimes jensen just can’t help but throw a lil oil onto the fire. (see also: underbear panel, throwing himself on stage to get straddled, etc).

misha goes on to say that ‘after the panel with j*red’ he is quite sore. you can take that at face value, and think ‘oh so he is joking around that the panel with j*red made him sore haha’ or you can see a little bit of the truth shine through: literally after that panel, something happened that made him sore. it’s always easier to lie when you are bending the truth.

i actually can’t believe i never connected the dots before, but when misha deflects and says ‘oh you’re talking about the bike riding’ jensen is quick to say: ‘oh no i was talking about what just happened’ but instead of pointing at the stage (which is where the previous panel took place) he is gesturing to backstage. i mean…. way to feed into my ‘they just had sex backstage’ theory, jackles. thanks for that.

i cannot get over the way jensen is looking at misha throughout this whole ordeal, but especially when he goes ‘you heard it here first, folks’ and misha walks up to him. THAT FACE. fuck him. he’s so gone.

sidenote: i have never wished to be able to read lips as much as i have since i have stumbled upon these two morons, because i WISH i could see what misha is mouthing to jensen. i know there is some spec that he might have said ‘i am a little bit’ (aka he is a little bit sore) and i could see that, but i just want to know for sure. and even though i have seen people state that jensen would have already known about the panel with j*red, i think it’s possible misha hadn’t filled jensen in yet, seeing as they probably were doing something other than talking.

let me take this moment to tell y’all about one of my jenmish theories, and that is: i think that jensen sometimes is overprotective of misha and that can come across as jealousy when it’s actually just worry. and i think this panel is a good example of that.

misha says [4m25s] that in italy they call come influence and jensen just. straight up looks at misha like ‘what the fuck did you do, what mess did you get yourself into this time?’ this is another reason why i believe he actually didn’t know about what happened during that panel yet: the reaction looks very authentic. you see his eyes shift from one side to the other and back again, as he is trying to process it. and honestly when you look at misha, his face goes through this journey of ‘this is funny’ to ‘shit is this maybe going a bit too far?’ and ending on ‘okay wrap it up wrap it up’. this is further solidified by the fact that jensen starts to mime digging a grave (aka ‘digging your own grave’).

misha tries to ‘change the subject’ by saying cas is the bottom in the implied relationship with sam and jensen immediately brings it back to sports. see what i meant when i said that they are tying sex and sports together? here jackles goes again, doing exactly that. for no reason whatsoever. (except to once again proof my point).

WHY [5m50s] do they both burst out laughing at ‘tight end’ why why why i don’t wanna know but why why also quick reminder of ‘are you sore at all’ help i am just. EVERY DAY they are making me perceive things and connect dots and i do not like it. anyways i’m not saying that this is all very graphic stuff about their sex lives but i’m also not not saying it, you feel? jensen’s face says it all tbh. on a more wholesome note: i love the fact that they basically wanted to say ‘we should take questions’ at the same time. again: in sync.

when the first person to ask a question said ‘this is a serious question’ misha goes to explain to jensen that that was a joke during his panel with j*red, another reason to believe that he hadn’t told jensen about the panel yet. jensen’s face there…. heart eyes motherfucker.

i really don’t see enough people talk about the ‘safe word’ [6m38s] bit. jensen is the one to bring it up ‘so we should probably establish a safe word at this point. mine is keep going.’ misha laughs, and then realises what jensen has said, and (here comes my dom/sub truthing) teases jensen by saying ‘what is your safe word?’ to which jensen replies ‘keep going’ but LOOK at jensen’s face after he says that. he shakes his head with a little smirk and looks at misha with such a knowing look in his eyes that says ‘you fucker you know damn well what my safe word is’ and he actually does a double take and immediately rolls his eyes at himself after that. it’s all very quick but it’s far from subtle and i am here for it.

i fucking love this next part because when the person says ‘a real story about the real jensen and the real misha’ they both are just like ‘yes okay’ but as soon as they say ‘that you have never told anyone before’ jensen just looks down and moves his head as if to say ‘what the hell am i supposed to come up with then’ lmao it’s really funny, and they end it with: ‘to know you a little bit better’ and guys (gn) i beg of you to look at the way they look at each other here. [7m24s] jensen is just like ‘help wtf should we say to this’ and misha just smiles down at him fondly like ‘sigh our fans really want us to talk about our relationship and as much as we would love to share stuff we just can’t’.

when misha says ‘we have to dust off some of those stories that we usually try not to tell other people’, something comes to mind: the ‘3 least ordered items on the menu’ story, that jensen shared a year after this at honcon. i honestly think that maybe they started to talk about what else they could share with the public, after this panel, because they get similar questions like this one all the time. either that or jensen just thought about what he felt comfortable sharing, without talking to misha about it, and decided to tell that story.

i also absolutely love when they say ‘this is a serious question’ at the same time. AGAIN: IN SYNC!!!

‘i actually have a voice for you’ jensen can you please tell me why this sounds flirty and charming while you are actually about to make fun of your husband? i hate you (no i don’t) the fact that misha immediately knows what will happen, says a lot.

then jensen says: ‘dust off an old story for uhh..’ and burst out laughing. i swear to god i’d give my left pinkie to know what came to mind and what he whispered into misha’s ear. and i’m left handed. but i think we can all agree that whatever jensen said, it was something sexual, seeing as misha goes ‘nope’. those fuckers (affectionate).

something that i have mentioned in the past is that jensen always sort of ‘jokey’ goes ‘oh shit’ whenever misha says he’ll share something personal/private about them. i mean. jensen, it would be less sus if you didn’t respond. just giving you some pointers here, bro. because misha almost never shares something strange, it’s actually your reaction that makes me go ‘hmmmm.’ this time he even gets kind of elaborate breathing?? [10m27s]

oh to be a fly in clif’s car… honestly, the things clif must have heard and witnessed lmao. he clearly knows what is up between them (has made enough remarks about thinking that misha would be the bottom and that misha on his knees was nothing new for me to see that he absolutely knows.)

this isn’t really important when it comes to cockles but they talk a bit about j*red’s internet dispute with at&t and jensen goes ‘oh they know’ gesturing to the audience. so clearly, jensen is well aware of the fact that fandom gets involved whenever something happens online with any one of them. just. thought that is an interesting fact. just in general. also love how i can tell that they both think j*reds crusades are bullshit (as they should).

there is something really cute [14m13s] about the way misha goes ‘do you want your apple juice?’ and jensen goes ‘yeah!’ it sounds so domestic and mundane and i just. god i love them so much.

i know we talk about jensen’s heart eyes a lot. but y’all. look [14m52s] at misha right here. he’s SO in love.

the thing that strikes me about jensen putting on ‘that voice’ for misha is that misha is honestly not bothered by it at all, but i think if the shoe was on the other foot, jensen would definitely be bothered. i don’t know what conclusion to draw from that but i just thought that is interesting. i always laugh at that bit, though, they seem to have so much fun.

i REALLY wanna know how jensen got from ‘will you dance for us?’ to ‘no but i’ll tell you what, misha and i will write a song for you real quickly.’ it’s such a fast transition that i am tempted to think that this was something he had been thinking about for a while now. he just wanted his mish to sing a song. and that warms my heart.

if you think i will ever get over how soft jensen is here… ‘you’re smart, you think on your feet, you make brilliant videos, put them on facebook, write amazing texts (*coughs* poems) and tweets and stuff, go ahead. spit out some lyrics, big guy.’ there is not one single thing about this that i do not adore. an ode to misha!!!! so casually!!! fuck. it might be true that if you want jensen to do something, you get misha to ask him, but it’s certainly also true the other way around.

the way jensen just. stares [19m02s] at misha, trying to get inspired by him, trying to feel out what cords to play. yeah. the way misha stands up but instinctively turns to jensen when he starts to sing. yeah. and then during the remainder of the song, he keeps on turning to jensen even though he faces the audience. and jensen loved it all. it’s so sweet. idk why but it just is. jensen just wanted his babe to thrive and get the love he deserves.

aaaand in comes the dom shake [20m37s]. we love to see it. jensen just keeps on looking at mish. almost gets lost in it. touches his inner thigh (one of his habits, which he does a lot around misha or when talking about misha).

i think it’s very interesting that jensen’s reaction [22m11s] to the question if he thinks dean will ever find a way to have a romantic relationship and to find himself in between normal and supernatural, is to immediately looks at misha. like? what was the reason? did he expect misha to answer a question that wasn’t about cas but about dean? did he think he should maybe answer it in a destiel-like manner? was he worried that the fan was hoping for a destiel-like answer and was he looking at misha to gauge what he thought was a smart way to respond? so many questions.

i think it’s pretty interesting that jensen was very aware of the fact that people did not wanna see dean end up with a huntress lmao. he absolutely was aware of so many fandom things.

when jensen said that misha just crossed the line [23m40s], it’s another example of how jensen is ultra aware of what misha says and how it could get him into trouble and by the sounds of it, misha knows that as well but he just can’t always stop himself in time. from what we can see, he often realises just after he has already said something (when it is already too late).

listen. the fact that misha says ‘when harry met sally’ BEFORE the question was even finished, and jensen LAUGHS, like??? that panel was 5 years ago at that point. it clearly made a lot of impact on the both of them (jeez i wonder why, could it be because misha faked an orgasm and jensen got excited? hmm. who knows.)

i think the dance portion is so fucking hilarious i’m wheeeezing. literally. they are just moving randomly AND YET THEY STILL SORT OF ARE IN SYNC? amazing.

you wanna know what i find really cute? the fact that jensen has such a soft spot for the resume off. part of me thinks it’s because they had a resume off in both 2012 and 2013.

and jib 2012 took place during the famously rumored break up period. i wouldn’t be surprised if jib 2013 was that much more special to him because they finally got to make it right again. don’t look at me i’m getting emotional (on that note…… i might wanna write something about the break up period at some point. but idk. i mean. it’s a lot to delve into especially since i wasn’t in the fandom back then but. it compels me. we’ll see i guess.)

okay i know i keep saying this but they are SO in sync, as soon as they talk about photo ops and jensen goes ‘and to dab a little salt in the wound’ misha knows what he is gonna say, and they stand up together to demonstrate what happened. AND they both go ‘that’s not the punchline’ they are husbands.

misha and jensen have both “twirled away laughing” in the EXACT same manner during this panel: misha when jensen starts to read the script, and jensen right here when misha says ‘what’s it like to be in a successful long running show’. they are mirrors. listen. listen. i know my mind is in the gutter a LOT of the time but like. uhm. there is this moment where they recall a woman saying in the photo op to ‘eat it’ (the string candy she gave to them) and misha says ‘and so we did’ and jensen looks at misha and it is SUCH an incriminating look i mean i don’t wanna be that person but 5 bucks he was thinking about eating misha out i am JUST SAYING. LITERALLY LOOK AT HIS FACE. [28m55s]

misha teases [7m02s] jensen by saying ‘what did you do? did you actually do it on purpose orrrr’ and i think it was to make jensen elaborate on it. which i think is a fucking good way to pull that off when it comes to jensen. cause jensen doesn’t like to brag, which misha knows, so by making that joke he is essentially trying to get jackles to tell the audience more about what he did, without him feeling like he is boasting about himself. and misha looks so pleased when jensen starts talking.

fuck i literally had to pause just now because. jensen says: ‘one of the characteristics of dean that i love to play is that he can bottle those fears up, stash them away, and just go. and uhm… sometimes i wish i could do that.’

this is actually making me a bit emotional because. he took his time saying this. it was a very deliberate move. he wasn’t sorry he said anything or regretted it. he wanted to get that out there. and i just. it makes so much sense if what we all think is actually true. he wishes he could just ignore all his fears and go for it. and it’s not hard to imagine what ‘it’ could be: coming out. whether that be just about his relationship with misha or being attracted to more than women in general, just in any way shape or form. it’s poignant. and misha turns away, but you can see him sigh a little bit.

the whole bit about “apple juice” is just very cute and i enjoy it a lot. one thing i will say though is that i can kind of spot two tells of jensen: the way his face scrunches up when he is telling a lie that he thinks is clever, and the way he always leaves his chair to pour a drink when a question becomes difficult/hard/too funny to face head on. he has done both of those things time and time again, during panels with misha. just an observation.

there is this little moment [10m13s] where misha tells the story about how he used to make apple cider with worms and dirt in it and in the end he goes ‘anyways. new england apple cider everyone. highly recommend.’ and jensen echoes that, ‘highly recommend. yeah.’ and of course that could just be a way to joke around and play along with misha but i’d like to think that he has visited misha and they had some apple cider together. just because i like the thought and i can, so.

how CUTE is it that jensen remembers ‘i’ll just wait here then’, a line cas spoke 7 years prior to that panel, in a scene jensen wasn’t even in. i love it.

jensen slowly shaking his head when misha says ‘fuck’ and apologizing for it has SUCH major ‘excuse my husband’ energy. i love it.

‘i’ve got an idea’ [14m13s] ‘what? let’s do it’ misha imMEDIATELY regretted that lmaooo they are always so aware of double meanings and yet they cannot seem to help themselves. we love to see it.

can you BELIEVE jensen ‘dance monkey dance’ ackles OFFERED to shamelessly promote a movie they have nothing to do with??? jensen, who hates the fact that they have to play some sort of show on stage, actually wanted to do that with misha??? i’m just- something something if you want jensen to do anything ask misha, but apparently also: if you want jensen to do something get misha involved and he’ll love it.

and then he has the audacity to say ‘over to the wheel of love.’ i mean. i can’t.

(i don’t necessarily understand what is happening btw but that’s okay, because it leads to champagne. which is fun.)

okay so again apologies for my mind being in the gutter but jensen’s face [16m33s] when he says he is going to explain what [the champagne] tastes like……. hm. help.

honestly i just love the whole champagne bit because i love it whenever they get so playful on stage, and them “presenting” the bottle and going all ‘we know what we’re talking about’ ‘we’re kind of connaisseurs’ and the whole english accent bit. say it with me…. in sync.

jensen popping a champagne bottle is something that can be so personal…. (i’m touch starved and going crazy, leave me alone)

i absolutely love the fact that jensen notices that misha is miming taking off his pants and misha immediately runs to him to explain and jensen just goes full on protective husband mode (YET AGAIN) ‘i turn my back for 2 minutes’ lmao it’s just such old married couple behavior. an old married couple that is horny and deranged, but still.

i’ve seen the gifset of this moment [24m52s] many a times but i still think it’s so intimate. the way misha looks at jensen and walks backwards with him, for no fucking reason at all. sigh. misha’s hand clenches a little, and honestly i think he would have wanted to reach out to jensen in that moment. pat his arm or his back. and something happens a little while later that only proves my point even more…

that caress [60m5s] is probably one of the most intimate gestures i’ve seen between them. it’s so familiar. so natural. it says a lot.

and that’s the end of the panel. all in all i have to say that i enjoyed rewatching this panel with the analysis goggles on, because it’s really a very different experience and i picked up on a lot more than i did when i watched it just for fun. i think this is one of my favorite panels of theirs (at least until my next analysis lmao) because of the fact that they are so in sync with each other, which goes to show that their relationship was in such a good place (mind you i am only using past tense because i am describing a past panel, not because i think they’re not in a good place right now). this was a lot of fun folks, if you actually read all of this, god bles, you’re the best. see you next time!

#cockles #jib 7 #this is very very long but in my defense this panel is an hour long #comments and thoughts are always appreciated!!

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merry fricksmas

whaddup la-hoo-sers (so sorry that was not hot) I had a brainrot today and couldn’t stop thinking about random hacks shit so here’s a headcanon that turns into a ficlet and then back into a headcanon and then back into a ficlet don’t really know whats going on but there’s mistletoe involved so enjoy kids, @trying-to-get-somewhere-real said i should share with the class

disclaimer: i kNOW with deb’s big ass fur coat it’s likely mid autumn or already early winter by the time ava’s dad dies but that doesn’t entirely jive with my headcanon timeline and bc JL&P refuse to give us any concrete information about when this fuckin show is supposed to take place, i’mma say it’s further from the holidays than it appears, m’kay?

email? what email?

context: they start touring pretty soon after they return from Boston, doing a handful of major comedy clubs with pieces of the new hour until they can organize a theater tour. the show needs to be worked out a bit more before she can start selling out thousand seat venues, ya know? They spend the rest of the year in clubs while Jimmy and Marcus organize a spring tour, getting a solid seven weeks until the full tour kicks off on Presidents’ weekend.

Deb hosts a christmas party during the holiday break between the halves of the tour. it’s the friday before Christmas, and ava’s planning on going back to Boston on Tuesday to get to Nina’s before Christmas eve, the first one they’ve spent without her dad. It was in the tiny dressing room of a comedy club in Chicago that Deborah had offered to fly Nina to them for the holiday; Ava smiled when she declined, holding back tears at the fucking kindness of it all but knowing that she was going to be an absolute train wreck the second she stood in front of an empty tree to decorate it. She didn’t want Deborah, or DJ, or anyone else to see that.

Alright I’ve gone way off track here BUT anyways Deb hosts this swanky ass Christmas party, champagne ensues, good vibes all around, by no means a rave, but bigger than DJ’s birthday, and the entire core squad was given an open invite (Damien has friends, who knew?). Marty may or may not be there and seeing his name on the RSVP list that Ava peeked over earlier that morning when Deb wasn’t looking might’ve convinced Ava to wear heels for the first time since her senior prom, just to take Deb’s attention off of him for one god damn minute more.

Deb looks phenom as always, Ava’s in a vintage red crushed velvet suit that has her looking like a dyke-y mrs claus. It’s way too big on her but somehow works bc there’s no way she was gonna wear a shirt under that. It’s a bolder look than she would’ve gone for six months ago, but spending as much time as she has around Deborah she’s learned to take some risks, and learned to be okay with them.

GETTING TO THE POINT: at some point, as happens in every hacks fic with a party and *vomits* marty, Deb is talking to him, makes intent eye contact with Ava, Ava storms off, upstairs probably or to some fuckin balcony or the pool house or whatever the point BEING, Deb follows her. This isn’t one of those ‘confess your feelings’ moments tho, bc Ava is PISSED—after one crossfaded night on the road and a well timed SVU episode, Deb told Ava everything about what happened w/ marty after DJ’s party, how he belittled her (in general tbh), and Ava cannot believe that after all of that, after kicking him out from the dress rehearsal at the 2500th—that Deb is still willing to go back to him. Ava had hoped that she made more of an impact on Deborah’s esteem/pride than that. Thought that she made a breakthrough with convincing D to do this show, thought that Deb wasn’t going to let mediocre men without any understanding of the shit Deb’s been through take what they want from her without giving her the world in return anymore.

Deborah is speechless and Ava storms off again (she gets cornered by Kiki and spends the rest of the party trying to help her re-convince Luna that Santa is in fact real after the mayor couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut about buying presents ‘from santa’ for underprivileged kids). Ava’s busy with this and doesn’t see Deborah come back to the party a few minutes after Ava did, doesn’t see her decline Marty’s advances, doesn’t see Marty leaving in a huff before they’ve even brought out the desserts. It’s not until later when everyone’s starting to leave that Ava finds out, standing over the tray of leftovers in the kitchen when Josefina offhandedly mentions that she was proud of Deb for kicking out that sleaze bag, if only because he never shuts the front door when he leaves.

Ava puts down the cupcake she was about to devour and goes back out to join the stragglers — a group a bit smaller than the size of the dinner party now, all scattered around the living room and entryway. She makes eye contact with Deb who’s standing above Damien, who is profusely apologizing for his two friends passed out on the couch after too much of the open bar, Deb’s eyes go wide when she sees Ava and Ava feels a flitter in her stomach as she smiles back at her and approaches. But before she can say anything Deb is dragging her by the arm through the small closet/hallway that connects this living room to the kitchen to go get some coffee or a bottle of water for the two stooges on Liberace’s butthole couch. Ava’s got enough of her bearings to stop and grab Deborah’s hand, and now they’re standing in this dimly lit closet/hallway (really, what the fuck is this rich people shit) staring at each other.

Ava’s starting to apologize for what she said earlier and say something about how she’s glad marty is gone or whatever and deborah rolls her eyes to the ceiling in exasperation before she freezes and cocks an eyebrow, looking back at ava. Ava glances up, and there’s mistletoe because of fucking course there’s mistletoe, ava’s life is a bad movie at this point and before she can brush it off with some joke, deborah makes one of her own, something along the lines of “of all the gin joints in town, you stop me to talk about my ex in this spot?” Ava is flustered but she’s learned from Deb and knows her and knows Deb is trying really hard not to keep glancing at her exposed chest and has had maybe one champagne too many, so gets all cocky and “you’re the one who pulled me into the closet, you sure this one wasn’t your manifestation?” (It’s not a closet, deb corrects her).

Regardless, they’re standing here under this mistletoe making jokes at one another and now Ava’s made a joke about doing it for the bit, so now it’s a challenge and we know how Deborah Vance can’t say no to a challenge so mid-sentence she just yanks Ava by the hand that’s (somehow? how did she not notice?) still in hers, puts her free hand on Ava’s jaw and kisses her, once, light, barely even a kiss, but she pulls away and Ava’s eyes are wide and panicked and her hand is frozen where it lightly brushed deborah’s collarbone, and it makes Deborah panic a bit but she’s gotta keep it together so she drops Ava’s hand from hers, and pats her on the cheek that’s still under her other palm before turning and walking away into the kitchen.

Eventually, as the coffee she’s making is brewing (right, yes, that’s what they came in here for) Ava makes her way through the door and can’t make eye contact with her, just grabs two bottles of water from the fridge, murmurs something about the boys on the couch and makes a quick exit. At this point deborah is in full internal panic mode; she thought she knew Ava better than this. she thought Ava wanted this, but now Deborah thinks she miscalculated very badly. The lump in her throat keeps growing as she brings out the cups to the two now-awake drunkards. Damien is apologizing again and telling her something about an uber on the way and something about stars and vomiting, but she isn’t paying attention to anything besides the fact that Ava is nowhere to be seen (Damien says she’d gone upstairs after bringing the waters).

Someone calls her name and she realizes that there are still people here and as much as she wants to go find Ava immediately and apologize profusely and make sure she’s okay and that Deb hasn’t completely fucked up the one truly great thing in her life, she has to stay and ~manage the people~ and it takes her another forty five minutes of getting people out the door until it’s just her and Josefina downstairs, and she bids the woman goodnight before rushing up to the spare bedroom that she knows Ava’s taken refuge in.

She doesn’t know what she’s expecting when she opens the door but it’s certainly not Ava, now barefoot but still in the suit, with a suitcase flopped open on her bed, calmly folding and laying clothing into the open case.

“Wow, you’re packing three days early, glad to see some of my good habits have rubbed off on you” (or something like that i dont KNOW im not a writer and deborah is too smart for me i’m sorry i literally only understand Ava). Ava looks up at her and stops her folding, wringing the t-shirt in her hands like it’s soaking wet. it’s the first anxiety tick that lets Aeborah see through the mask of calm Ava’s got up.

“Uh, yeah, not really…I moved my flight, first thing in the morning.”

Deborah inhales sharply, “Ava…”, and she’s ~still spiraling~ and now she thinks what she’s done is bad enough that Ava is going to leave her and she can’t just leave. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, of course I shouldn’t have done that, but it won’t happen again, take all the time you need” and whatnot, she’s just blabbering and Ava’s more and more confused so Deb just keeps talking hoping that eventually she’ll say something that works but eventually Ava interrupts her, “Wait…what?” Deb just stands there for a second before whispering one more “I’m sorry” and turning around and heading back across the hall to her own bedroom.

That’s when Ava realizes what deborah must think, how wrong deborah is, and runs after her to correct her. she reaches Deb just as she’s crossing the threshold into her room and puts a hand on Deb’s arm to stop her (the same place on her bicep Deborah was holding Ava earlier) as she calls her name.

“Deb, wait. I’m not leaving because of what happened in the closet.” Deborah stares at her incredulously, waits a beat. “Okay, maybe I am, but not for the reason that you think. Literally for the opposite of that. You didn’t do anything. It’s mistletoe, people kiss. I would’ve stopped you if it was a problem.”

Ava calms a bit when she sees the relief in Deborah’s eyes at that, the way the tension in her shoulders dissipates before hiking up again, “Then, why? If it’s not a problem, what did I do to make you willing to wake up early enough for a morning flight?”

Ava realizes now that she has to tell her. Has to tell Deborah that the reason that she panicked when Deborah kissed her was because she thought she was fucking dreaming. Has to tell her that she hasn’t licked her lips in nearly an hour because she doesn’t want to rub off the small bit of Deb’s favorite Chanel lip gloss that was transferred to Ava’s bottom lip in those brief seconds, those brief few seconds of fucking bliss that Ava’s been replaying over and over like a gif plastered to the wall of her brain. She has to tell Deborah that the reason she’s leaving is for her, because Ava’s been able to successfully avoid dealing with her growing feelings for Deborah since the woman swept in like a gift from fucking god herself and made her mother laugh at her dad’s funeral. Has to tell Deborah that now that she knows what her lips taste like, how soft her skin is, she can’t fucking breathe around her anymore, that she just needs to take some time away to get her shit together before she ruins everything. Has to tell her that she has to find some way to get over her before she becomes another person who asks something of Deborah that Deborah isn’t willing to give in return, because Ava is different than those sleaze bags and she’s not going to throw away their entire partnership over a feeling she knows (wrongly. Ava is wrong about it not being reciprocated, and a gay disaster and i love her) isn’t mutual (honestly, she thinks, fuck that therapist. she’ll kill that guy for Deborah, too).

“It’s so not a problem that it circles back to being, like, a huge a problem, D.” And Ava tells her. In everything but those three little words, Ava tells her that she loves her. Do I know exactly what she says? No. But it’s good, trust me. It’s enough that Deborah knows that Ava is leaving in order to avoid the heartbreak of Deborah turning her down, that she’s going to go and come back later than she had originally planned but still in January fully ready to pretend this never happened and jump back into the work before they head back on tour because that's what she thinks Deborah needs from her. Deborah just stands there gaping like a fish until the moment is gone and Ava walks away with a tear in her eye, and Deborah couldn’t work up the courage to tell Ava that her most important conclusion was wrong and that Deborah would’ve given herself freely and wholly to Ava had she just asked. Regardless, she just stands there until Ava’s door shuts with a click and eventually she hears the front door lock and signaling Josefina’s exit too before turning around and trying to put herself to bed.

She can’t sleep though, really tries for an hour or two but the only thing she can think about is Ava and that she’s leaving and yeah, she’s going to come back but it feels so much more profound than that and Deborah has to 4-7-8 breathe herself out of spiraling again, twice. Around 2 o’clock she gives up and throws on a robe and makes a pot of tea downstairs, hatching a plan before finally falling asleep on the least comfortable couch in the sitting room, the one with a perfect view of the stairs and the front door. Deborah’s a light sleeper and her admittedly simple plan goes off perfectly when she’s awoken a little past 5 am to the sound of Ava’s suitcase accidentally tumbling down the stairs when it slips out of her hands. Dawn is just starting to creep in, and it’s light enough with the lamp Deb didn’t turn off before passing out that she sees as well as hears Ava attempt to get her shit together. As she stands up from the couch the motion draws Ava’s attention to her and they make eye contact.

Ava whispers, it feels almost wrong to speak at full volume when you could still probably see the moon outside. “Sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I didn’t realize you were down here”. She adjusts her bag on her shoulder and glances down at her phone quickly to break their rather intense eye contact and check the status on her uber — still 10 minutes away. Ava hates mornings.

“I wanted to see you before you left,” Deborah smiles lightly before rounding the couch and coming towards Ava. “I didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation last night before you walked away”, she states pointedly.

Ava shrugs, “You knew where I was”.

Deborah nods, Ava’s not wrong about that. Regardless, Deb is close enough now that she reaches for Ava’s phone-less hand and grasps it between her own.

Deborah says something along the lines of, “you made an assumption last night that was wrong. I’m not trying to change your mind and I’m not saying this to try and get you to stay, but I want you to know where I stand before you leave with this ridiculous notion that you’re just going to leave and come back and pretend that what you said to me never happened.”

Ava’s still confused and Deborah does a piss poor job at beating around the bush until she gets fed up and just asks Deborah point blank what she’s trying to say because Pietro is going to show up in his Hyundai Sonata in four minutes and she really doesn’t have time for this. Deborah huffs, takes a deep breath and puts both of her hands on the sides of Ava’s face, exasperated, saying something along the lines of “I don’t want to ignore your feelings and I don’t want to ignore my own”, calling back to something Ava said last night to try and get this Gen Z disaster that she’s somehow falling for to understand that Deborah needs her to come back, that she can’t just leave her, and Ava does finally get it. It finally clicks that Deborah is asking her to be different for her, asking Ava to be the partner for her that Frank didn’t have the balls to be. She’s opening herself up to Ava with a vulnerability she hasn’t had in decades, a vulnerability that, really, Ava is to blame for. It doesn’t take long from this realization for Ava’s furrowed eyebrow to soften and for her to slip her phone in her pocket before grabbing both of Deborah’s wrists, pulling her arms to loop around Ava’s neck as she quickly, but softly brings their lips together.

Ava’s Uber arrives a minute later, and interrupts them with a honk that is definitely too loud for this early in the morning. Deborah leans back slightly, resting her forehead against Ava’s as Ava runs a hand through Deborah’s short hair. Ava’s surprised when Deborah is the first to break the silence.

“You should go,” she breathes, nuzzling her nose quickly against Ava’s before pulling out of her embrace. Ava wistfully looks back at Deborah and squeezes her hand gently before grabbing her bag and whispering, “I’ll see you soon” before slipping out the door. The latch has barely clicked before Deb’s cell in the pocket of her robe vibrates. She’s got one new message from Little Shit and it reads,

How do you feel about New Years in Waltham? We could go two-for-two on “socially acceptable ways to kiss your writing partner in semi-public spaces.”

Deborah laughs. Another message comes in.

That is, if you can make it ‘till midnight, dinosaur.

Deborah laughs harder.

#hacks brainrot #apologies but im not going back to fix the capitalization but i promise its worth it a little bit #ava x deborah #avadeb #my writing #i just have a lot of feelings about these two caring for each other so much that they wont let themselves be happy #3k is way too much for a tumblr ficlet thats like 80% paragraph chunks #but its not going to be edited or finished so here it stays #doing a real good job of promoting my work lmao #oc

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