#I have to count my dumb jump rings and see if I have enough to do the design I was gnna or if I need to change it

[karmaphone]

let's see if I can avoid waking my mil up by going in the kitchen to retrieve my chainmail-making pliers from my wife's crafting spot at the table 🤭 if I wake her up she'll make my wife's life hell 🤫🤭🤪

[cheyisagirlkisser]

MY KINK IS KARMA

MODERN AU ELLIE ONESHOT (Ellie Williams x Fem! reader)

Content: NSFW themes, Ellie's a bit toxic tbh, vaginal fingering and tribbing (no strap-on in this, sorry..), mentions of alcohol and weed, college setting, I love cannon Ellie but this isn't gonna be that type of fic, body hair. Word count: 3.3K

Description: Based on My Kink is Karma by Chappell Roan. After Ellie breaks up with you in the most cruel way possible, time passes and leaves you in a better place. However, after a run-in with her during an awkward situation, you forget how well you had seemed to move on..

You were sitting on your bathroom counter, your hands holding a small eyeliner pencil. You studied yourself intensely, wondering if you should actually get all dressed up tonight. It didn't matter either way, since you knew you weren't trying to impress anyone. You hadn't cared too much about that after Ellie Williams had stormed her way into your life.

You had met her through Dina and you thought her rugged look was attractive; something about the way she always carried herself in a careless manner had you on the edge of your seat with her, and you did enjoy it in the beginning. But Ellie wasn't the best partner, you had come to learn. She would come home late at night drunk and mean and you could always tell things weren't gonna end well. But did you stay? Absolutely. You stayed for a total of two months, which was enough time for the two of you to rent out an apartment together after she insisted. She confidently told you she was gonna put a pretty little ring on your finger and that you just needed to trust in her. And so you did. But living with her caused you to see sides of her you hated to be involved with. And after one, final altercation, she snapped. She had yelled in your face and ushered you out of the door. She screamed as you stormed down the hall, telling you she hated you and that you were the worst. For about a week, you had to stay in Dina's dorm room where you cried to her, telling her just how much Ellie had ruined your life. But things hadn't remained like that and life went on..

You moved into your old dorm and though it was never the same feeling as when you had first moved in, the feeling of innocence and excitement, you still enjoyed putting the pieces of your messy life back together. You got a job at the local library and you began regularly attending parties with your friends. Dina told you that you were glowing again, and Ellie hadn't seemed to matter at all anymore. She barely showed up to any classes and you had heard humors that she would get into fights at the bar downtown for running her mouth about you. To tell the truth, part of you enjoyed that. You enjoyed knowing that as much as Ellie may have hurt you, she just had to have known that you were moving past her, your life full of bliss and healing while hers was spiraling. But you were still dumb and you actually believed that you had moved on from Ellie Williams..

You heard a knock on your door and you quickly jumped off of your counter, still in your towel from your previous shower. However, you knew who it was. You opened the door to see Dina standing in front of it, smiling at you and creating a low whistle sound like one you'd probably hear at a gas station from some pervy old man.

"No clothes on, huh? I'm not complaining one bit but you should get ready soon babes. We gotta go soon, remember?", she spoke teasingly. You and Dina were as close as friends could be and anyone else talking to you like this would've made you uncomfortable. But Dina had Jesse and she was smitten, and girls like Dina weren't as much your type anyway.

You responded in the same playful tone, "Sorry, Dina. I just had to give you a little show, ya know? Let me get these clothes on and let's hurry, I wanna get there before everyone buys up all the joints from that sketchy guy!!" Dina laughed at your comment and she entered, waiting patiently on your couch. You quickly got ready, slipping on a short, black skirt along with a mesh tank top that only really had some solid fabric around your breasts. You wore a grey leather jacket on top of this and a pair of heeled boots. You looked sexy as fuck and you knew you could get laid tonight, finally get some action after Ellie..But did you want to? You'd just have to wait and find out where the night takes you.

You and Dina had finally arrived and you stepped into the apartment building looking for room number 20. That was the location the two of you were given, afterall. The building was older and kind of run down, and the faint scent of alcohol and weed spread throughout. But that probably signified that you were at the right place.

Dina grabbed your shoulder and turned to you before you before speaking sweetly, "I know you've had a rough couple months, babes. Please promise me tonight that you will at least TRY to get some action?"

You smiled at Dina, a reassurance that you were gonna at least try. "Yeah, yeah, I'll try.. why do you think I got all dressed up tonight?", you replied, your voice relaxed and quiet. And unbeknownst to you, you were gonna get some action that night. But who you took you home that night was someone who you would never had guessed.

As you finally entered the party, you quickly spotted Jesse. You and Dina approached him and Dina gave him a quick kiss before greeting him. You turned away and gagged in mock disgust, pretending to be offended by their PDA. You were a little jelly, but you thought they were cute together.

The party made time go on fast even though you hadn't even stolen a single shot from the kitchen. You figured you'd wanna be sober for the girl who you'd be hooking up with tonight, if you did find her. You danced with Dina who was quite tipsy for about 30 minutes before you pulled away, breathless and in the mood for some adventure.

Your voice was loud over the multiple others that crowded the cheap apartment. "Hey, Dina, I'm gonna go piss."

She laughed heartily and gave you a little wave, "Aw babes, I hope you come back. If not I'm calling you tomorrow and asking how good the sex was", she teased.

You roll your eyes at her suggestion and squeeze your way through the crowd to the bathroom. You knock on the door first. No answer. You then try to open it but it won't budge. You groan, really needing to piss now. Some guy with a couple piercings and a large tattoo on his arm sees you and confidently walks toward you.

"Hey princess, that bathroom's off limits." His voice was low and gross.

"Where am I supposed to piss then?!" You hear yourself slip an attitude into your tone but he kind of deserved it because of what he said next.

"I don't know, but that's not my problem, is it, babe?.." The way his words drip with shameless flirtation make you want to slap away the smug look on his face, but you decide to be responsible and resist the temptation. He sees you turn away and grabs your hand. "Listen, there's someone who lives at room 21. She's a bitch but she likes pretty girls. Just be nice to her and maybe she'll let you use hers."

You quickly slip out of his touch and find yourself out of that smelly apartment. You walk down the hall, the lights flickering above you. You see a room, room 21 to be exact. You brace yourself and knock softly on the door, standing outside and impatiently waiting for this girl to open the door. Part of you was nervous from that guy's words. She was into pretty girls? Maybe you could land some action tonight. But when she opens the door, you see Ellie staring back.

She looks at you with the most disgusted expression, a hint of irritation in her face. But also something else that you can't quite ignore, like a hint of sadness.

"Ellie?! What the fuck are you doing in this shitty apartment? You just kicked me out of ours so you could move here?" You yelled loudly at her. Part of you, though, deep down inside of your heart, wanted her to just drag you back into her shitty apartment and never let you go. You hadn't even realized how much you missed her gorgeous face and her messy auburn hair until now, but your hatred for her was still apparent.

"Well..I guess things change. I lost my job," she mutters out, her voice low and uninterested in this conversation. However, there was a twine of embarrassment, as if she hated admitting to you of all people that she had lost her job. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?"

You swallow back any feelings you were holding onto and try your best to sound just as laid back as her. "I had to use the bathroom and someone directed me here. Said you were a bitch, which checks out."

Her eyes meet yours and you could tell that hit a nerve. There was something different in her expression, something that you had never imagined to witness in Ellie before. She was vulnerable. "Why should I let you, huh? And you're no better." she snorted, her voice still low and irritated.

You realized that if you did wanna relieve yourself, you'd have to at least try to be civil. "Look, I don't wanna argue. I just want to piss. Can I please use your bathroom?"

You saw her sigh, and you could tell she was gonna give up. "Fine. Hurry up. I don't really like that you're knocking on my door and insulting me, but I guess you can come in." You noticed a slight softness to the words that made you wanna crumble. It made you want to take her back as if you were the one who dumped her, because in the moment, that's what it felt like. You never imagined when she kicked you out that she'd set herself up in a way that left you better off. She practically ruined your credit months ago, though! You couldn't exactly pretend like she didn't deserve this.

Instead of dropping to your knees and confessing how much you've dreamt of her since the breakup, you walk past her and enter her apartment. She guides you to her bedroom, into her bathroom, and walks back out. You wanna ask her to stay, to take you back and kiss you. Part of her imagines that too, to have you again. But Ellie, she was too far gone for that.

You, from Ellie's perspective, were a fake bitch. At least that's what she told herself. When she kicked you out, she felt like shit. She wanted to beg you to come back and to hold you tight, to at least attempt to fix her mistakes. But she indulged in her ways. She believed that was gonna kill her in some way. However, Ellie Williams was far too stubborn to admit that, or to even give much of her time to thinking about that. Instead, she lost it when she found out you were doing better. Dina had informed her that you had been doing amazing and moved back into the college setting, while she was slipping back, smoking weed on the regular and passing out, dreams of you and her in bed together always preventing her from waking back up. She was pissed off, hating herself, hating you for being so hard to forget, hating all her emotions for running at insane speeds in her head. What she hated about herself most of all was that she had let you go.

You finally relieved yourself and washed your hands. Part of you wanted to stall, to take your time and try to experience Ellie's presence again. But you still hurried, unable to face Ellie's griping if you had taken your sweet time. When you opened the door, Ellie was sitting back on the bed with a neutral expression. It pained you to see her so differently, so stone cold. Many people in her life witnessed her like that, but she was soft for you. She used to be, at least. She'd hold you close to her and kiss you at all hours of the night. She'd always make sure you were happy, all before her recklessness ruined your relationship. But now, seeing her on the bed, memories flooded back to you.

She was gorgeous, but a mess. You noticed now that she was in black jeans and a dirty wife beater. Her hair was messy and her appearance overall was disheveled. But her face was another story. Her arms and hands, and her perfect skin. Even at her sleep deprived, lowest look, you found her strangely angelic looking. Her warm, freckled skin had always filled your senses in ways not imaginable to anyone else, and in that moment, you swore she was probably the one for you. You wondered if that was just some passing thought that would fade with time, however, you were quickly snapped out of your head with her confession.

"You know, when you left, it was easy for me to pretend you didn't exist." Her voice was low and pained, but clear. You tried to bite back at the agonizing feeling of want inside you, telling you to step closer to her.

"But when Dina told me how happy you were, how you dressed up all pretty tonight to go get fucked by some other girl, it pissed me off. It pissed me off, also, to hear about your new job. How well you were doing without me.." As she spoke, her fingers wiggled, telling you to even dare to step toward. You obeyed, your body heating up as you stood in front of the beautiful woman.

"You kicked me out. You pushed me away and I bet you fucked other girls after it too!" you attempt to defend yourself from the obviously in-the-wrong auburnette.

She quickly catches your hands and growls. "Oh really, is that why you're acting all high and mighty? You think I've been fucking random girls? I haven't touched a single girl after you and you know it. God, this is why I kicked you out. You're always bitching and moaning." Part of you wanted to turn away and cry, to forget you came here in the first place. You could already feel tears welling up in your eyes at her harsh words, but it made you feel butterflies hearing that she was just as heated about the breakup as you.

"Is that really it, Ellie? Are you pissed about me doing better in life? That I'm happy without you?" Your voice is strained and quiet and you can feel tears gather in the corner of your eyes. A moment of thick silence before her lips met yours.

Ellie closed the distance with a kiss that you didn't know existed. It was soft, yet so rough in all the right ways. her plump, slightly chapped lips moved against yours hungrily, pouring out all of her emotions onto your lips. You swallowed every bit of her need into your own mouth, desperate to show her how much you missed her too. It's only a few minutes of desperate kisses before her hands snake inside your shirt to massage your tits, her mouth leaving yours to leave wet kisses all over your neck. You can't help but moan at the feeling of Ellie's touch; you missed more than anything. You shimmy off your leather jacket and Ellie pulls your tank top over your head. Her eyes immediately take in your braless state, and you feel your face redden.

"No bra, babe? Were you planning on getting fucked tonight?" She tries to sound demeaning, but the girl is too far gone thinking about how good your pussy would feel against hers to put any real degradation into her tone.

Your response to that was only silence, and Ellie's impatience led to your tits in her mouth. When she'd lavish her attention to one nipple, her thumb would graze over the other. It was a cycle that lasted until you were aching for her.

"El, I've missed you so much..please fuck me again." You felt a hint of shame at the way you so quickly begged for her, especially after all she had done. However, that shame soon vanished out of thin air as she laid you down onto her bed and began to slip off your skirt, her thumb finding your clit to rub softly over it through your panties. You let out a soft moan and Ellie lost all patience. She looked up at you to make sure you wanted this and when you nodded, she hooked her fingers into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, throwing them carelessly across the room. She stared down at your bare cunt in awe, fingers immediately grazing over your wet folds with care.

"You're so fuckin' wet, baby," she teases and without warning slips two fingers into your sopping cunt. You let out a shamelessly loud whine, forgetting how thin her new apartment walls must've been. But god, you could never forget the feeling of Ellie's fingers buried deep inside you. The way they always stroked your g-spot like your pussy was her religion, her tongue slipping into your open mouth at the same time. She fucked open your tight hole until you were in absolute bliss. You missed the way she fucked you so passionately, and Ellie missed how your walls fluttered around her digits as you got close. However, right before you could cum, Ellie pulled her fingers out and licked up your arousal on them. You groaned and Ellie just laughed at your frustration.

"Nuh uh baby, I wanna make you cum against my pussy..." You felt your need come back only more at the thought of her cunt fucking yours and Ellie began to undress.

Fuck, you missed her body. Ellie was skinny with her ribs visible and her hip bones jutting out; to anyone else, she wasn't the conventionally attractive. However, to you, she was perfection. The way freckles splattered across her broad shoulder should've been illegal because you couldn't resist the urge to plant kisses all over them as she moved to grind her arguably wetter cunt onto yours.

Ellie's bedroom was soon filled with the sound of breathless moans and sharp gasps at the feeling of being connected again. You had felt her like this countless times before, yet nothing could prepare you for what it'd feel like to have her clit bumping so deliciously against yours after so long, her bush tickling your skin as her hips rolled against yours. You couldn't help but buck your hips against hers, feeling so fucked out before you two had truly even been aquatinted again. It wasn't long before both of you had erupted into a series of pleas.

“Please, please, please… I’m wanna cum for you, Els..”

“Fuck, you feel so wet, babe… you’re doing so good, gonna make me cum all over your pretty pussy.”

“Ellie!!!”

Ellie was sliding her cunt against you ruthlessly, now chasing her own pleasure, obsessed with the way your voice went raspy with pleasure as you moaned her name. It wasn’t long before she came, covering both of your cunts with her essence and causing you to see stars as you hit your climax as well. You continued to ride out the orgasm with your hips frantically grinding against Ellie’s before the overstimulation began and your movements finally ceased.

Then, you two were left with the feeling of being back in each other’s arms after so long. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, if things would last or end in chaos like last time. But one thing you did know was that you felt so warm with Ellie’s soft skin pressing against yours, and all worries were left for tomorrow as you drifted off to sleep in her strong arms.

[lyneyswife]

GHOSTFACE BRAINROT

I know I said I’d write Wriotheslay smut next but I was rewatching my favorite franchise and got a bit carried away~

Ghostface x f! reader

{synopsis} Home alone and you get a call from Daddy Ghostie.

Word count: 1.7k

{content warning} 18+, NSFW, phone sex, masturbation, stalking and obsessive behavior,pet names.,

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You had just turned off the shower.

The water's soft dripping filled your ears in the silent steamy bathroom.

As you step out wrapping a towel around yourself, you can’t help but notice the slight crack in the bathroom door.

You were home alone, parents were out on a ‘anniversary date night’ but still you could have sworn you left it closed, nonetheless, you brushed it off assuming it was nothing.

There have been recent reports of murders in town lately, some film student freak is trying to replicate the ‘stab’ movies again. Even managed to kill off a few of your classmates, a high school jock and some dumb cheerleader.

Not like it was any important loss for anyone, it wasn’t like you were trying to be unsympathetic yet you figured maybe everyone might have a better time at school now that, they aren’t running the lunchroom with their dumb clique, returning to reality. Wiping a small space in the steamy mirror to see yourself dry off as you ran the towel down your wet, warm skin that still had still lingering steam dancing off it.

{RING—-}

It was the house phone.

It caught you off guard, nearly jumping you out of your skin., Glancing over at the clock it was just past a little past 12.

Who could be calling at this hour?

Keeping the towel wrapped firmly around yourself you creep out of the bathroom over to the landline on your dresser.

“Hello?”

You answer the phone, it's stupid really to answer a phone call this late.

“Hello..”

“Uh-, hello? Who’s calling-“

“You tell me, scary night, isn’t it? With all the murders and all, it seems like it’s right out of a horror movie or something.”

“Funny, you gave yourself away Jess nice go to sleep you whore-“

{BEEP—}

You joke hanging up the phone and placing it just next to the receiver, a small laugh leaving your lips as you walk back over to the bathroom and finish slipping into your nightwear.

It’s simple really, just a simple pair of pj shorts and a little tank top.

In reality, it was nothing but the average pajamas for you but to him, You knew what you were doing.

Jess and you were both in the same class as the two recent murders, ‘Casey Richards and ‘Chad Anthony.’

They both were very sweet people, you and Casey even talked on occasion. Jess was probably just trying to scare you and get a reaction out of you, she knew how much you were getting anxious and paranoid about these killings.

Laying back onto your bed growing lost in thought until-,

{RING—}

Again? Seriously— you were gonna beat her ass.,

“Jess I thought I told you-“

“What if I told you this wasn’t Jess?”

You pause,

“Well then who is this..?”

You couldn’t help the small chill that ran down your spine and you subconsciously glanced around the room at all the dark empty windows.

You sit back down on your bed, leaning back against one of your hands as one holds the other snugly against your ears, why not entertain yourself with this for a bit, not to mention his voice was pretty sexy?

“Not Jess,”

He reiterated and you couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip slightly at the sound of his voice.

It caused you to rub your thighs together a bit,

those shorts sat perfectly against those plush thighs of yours.

God did he love blue on you-,

“You always answer the phone for strangers this late?”

“I don’t know, do you always ring unsuspecting girls this late..?”

“Maybe, or maybe just the cute ones who are dumb enough to answer.”

You paused, swallowing nervously as you sat up Straight, Was this a subtle insult or flirt? You couldn’t tell-,

“I like blue on you sweetheart it brings out your complexion.,”

You immediately looked to the window by your bed, was he looking in right now? Could he see you..? The phone was still in a tight hold you slowly leaned towards it looking out it until the sound of a static voice snapped you back to the fact that he was still on the line.

“I wouldn’t look out there baby, you never know.. could be a monster or something out there..”

He teased, his voice sending a throb between your legs your hand slowly reaching down to the aching excitement between your legs as you lay slowly onto your back.

“Y-you can see me right now..?”

A soft groan could be heard from the other end of the phone, and heavy breathing. Was he..?

You were going to take advantage of this-

“Keep touching yourself doll.,”

He stated in a firm tone seemingly ignoring your question as you slipped your eager little hands into the rim of your shorts underneath the flimsy lace of your panties.

“Just like that.”

As your hand reached your wet slick folds you gently and shyly ran your finger along them bringing a soft low moan to escape those pretty lips, god were you just perfect, and all for him.,

Pushing down and probing your fingers at the tight entrance of your eager little hole, drawing out a louder whimper as you tried to tuck the phone into your shoulder-,

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you, lift the phone back up.”

A small Whimper leaves your lips as you shyly raise it, a dark hue across your face. What were you doing? Are you really touching yourself just to the sound of his voice? The same man that killed your friends.,

Groans and heavy breathing fill your ears from his line. Along with the sound of wind and leaves rusting, oh he was watching you, and not only was he watching you he was getting off to you. But-, why did this turn you on so much more?

Running your delicate little fingers along the slicked excitement of your pussy as you ran a finger against your throbbing clit, this felt so so wrong but so good at the same time. God did you look good too, laying in your pretty little bed as your legs twitched and spasmed to the sensation of you playing with yourself to his voice.

He wished it was him too, to replace those fingers of yours with his own, he would watch as the slick would practically bathe his own pointing the tip of his blade against the plush of your thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough to dent the skin. Watching as you would writhe and squirm desperate to pleasure yourself against his long digits all while trying to avoid that pretty little skin from being cut.

Fuck you were just perfect, he wanted— no needed to have you.

A sharp moan of yours snapped him out of these fantasies, his eyes locked onto you through that little bedroom window you conveniently left open every night. You were just asking for it weren't you? Fisting his cock at the sight of this wasn't enough, but it would do for now., admiring the stiffness in his hand from his hard member before he continued to pump his hand around it, only imagining you wrapped around him instead of his stupid hand.

“F-fuck..So eager, bet you wish it was my cock instead of those pretty little fingers huh? Stuffing your cunt full while you scream, while I hold my knife to that pretty little throat of yours—s-shit...Do you want that baby? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

A loud Mewl left your lips as you pumped your index and middle finger out of you quickly, wet noises along with the sounds of your moans and whimpers filled the room, desperate to please yourself to the sound of his voice. God did you wish it was him, this total stranger— you have never wanted to be fucked more in your life.

“I-m gonna—”

You whimper, your orgasm building in your lower abdomen, an almost burning sensation that sends shocks and racks of pleasure through your body

Legs twitching and trembling., as your eyes flutter shut, hand shaking around the phone.

“Don’t.”

He grunted into the phone, his strong demeanor slipping as it was quite apparent that he was close, losing his grip.

That was until sudden headlights shined through the house, music from your parents' car blaring in the driveway as you immediately gasped and dropped the phone. Pulling your hands from your aching cunt, the feeling of your climax ripped roughly away from you as you sat up.

“S-shit..”

You mutter before a soft chuckle leaves your lips, snapping you back to reality as you run a free hand through your hair before looking at the phone you dropped picking it back up and slowly raising it to your ear.

“Hello?”

The line was dead, he must’ve hung up.,

You hope at least as you hope so.

Your parents come inside and you of course greet them after cleaning yourself up quickly, asking about their date and how it went before heading back up to your room for a bed, as you walk into your room you can’t help but notice a Polaroid photo sitting on your bed next to your slightly open, blinds obviously pushed around and shuffled from someone climbing in.

It sent a small chill down your spine as you remember for certain that you didn’t leave that there nor do you even own a Polaroid.

Reluctantly creeping over to pick it up, it was a picture of the prettiest cock you had ever laid your eyes on. The tip was pink and slightly swollen from obvious friction, soft cum leaking from the tip trickling down that girthy shaft, at the base sat a gloved hand that wrapped around it firmly, glistening with his own fluids., You could only imagine how that could and would feel inside you.,

Then the sound of a voice from the phone caught your attention, the same phone that you left on your bed earlier.

Raising it slowly to your ear all you hear is—

“That's just a teaser for what's to come, baby, don't worry I'll make you more than just cum next time.,”

Before you could even respond he hung up cutting the line, a small chill ran down your spine, reality setting in as you finally realized the seriousness of this situation. This wasn't just a creepy stalker, this was a killer, a slasher, a psychopath.

One who couldn’t wait to get his hands on you next time., just wait.

(If anyone has any pointers, suggestions or things you’d like to see me write pls do lmk !! ^~^)

[crazystargirl]

Hii, just wanted to pass by and let you know that your blog has such a nice theme and I loveeee.

Also saw that you have requests !

So how about some Ethan Landry with some really heavy angst, with a sad ending.

I’m just in a sad mood and need my feelings more hurt ☹️

hope that’s not to much to ask for, take your time too ! please and thank you !

sincerely, ‘💐’ anon ! 💓

we'll get through this ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.9k

a/n ♥︎ - awww 💐 anon i hope you're feeling better, tbh i don't understand why you want to feel worse but im also the kind when i dont feel happy, i curl up on the ground and listen to lana del rey and just cry, so i cannot be talking lmao. first time ever writing angst and as someone who hates angst to her very core i only added the angst towards like the ending and made it a sad ending. also i love the idea of having different kinds of anons!!

you came home as usual, nothing seeming to be wrong but it was eerily quiet. you had a bad feeling, something that you always got whenever ghostface had attacked your friends

you were always on edge ever since the attacks but even more now, something was going to happen.

suddenly your phone rings, making you jump and grab a knife just in case.

you look at the caller id, it reads quinn bailey

you scrunch your brows in confusion, wasn't quinn dead?

you slowly pick it up and put the phone on speaker

"hello?"

"hello y/n"

you froze at the voice, ghostface decided that you'd be the next victim which was not great at all because barely anyone ever survived their attacks

"what do you want?" you ask gripping the knife and going to call the police with the landline

"don't you dare call the police or I'll rip ethan's head!" ghostface yelled

"wait what?"

your phone vibrates, indicating that you got a new text, you look at it, seeing a photo of ethan sitting on his bed studying. 

the photo looks like it was taken from far away but you could see ethan looking in the direction of it…thats strange

you quickly texted him to come over since ghostface was at your house

"why are you doing this? why can't you bastards find something to do other than running around and killing your friends?" you say trying to stall a bit

"oh but y/n it's fun, you wouldn’t understand it though because you're the little sweet, dumb girl who had the misfortune of falling for the shy and dorky nerd who might be ghostface"

you scoff, "he's my boyfriend and not ghostface, at least i can find a boyfriend unlike you who's so pathetic that you have to go around calling girls who have boyfriends for fun"

ghostface doesn't say anything, you think you hear another voice from the phone. ethan then texts you back and said he was coming asap

since there was silence for another minute you're about to hang up until ghostface speaks again

"were you about to hang up?"

you froze, "how did you know that?"

"sweetie i can see you right now"

you turn around and scream at the sight of ghostface, for some reason you noticed the ghostface was around the same height as you which immediately made you think it was a girl

you started running but ghostface was right on your tail, getting close enough for them to stab you in the shoulder

you scream out at the pain, managing to catch ghostface off guard and slam a pan at their head

just as you reach the door ghostface grabs you and pulls you back, stabbing you in the stomach

you let out another blood curdling scream, the pain of it hurting you so badly. you see ghostface about to raise their knife again before you kick them in the crotch

that managed to keep them distracted and you hoped that it was a male since you knew it would hurt like hell if it was one

you ran to your room and locked the door, moving furniture against it to make sure ghostface couldn't get in

since there was a fire escape in your room, you headed towards there only to be grabbed and thrown against the floor

you clutched your wounds, which continued to bleed out, making you lose blood

ghostface looked down at your wounds and laughed, stabbing you once more

you scream out again and then just stop, causing ghostface to bend down and look at you

you watched them take out their phone and call someone, it took everything in you not to scream out and cry

just then ethan runs into the room looking at ghostface

"quinn what the fuck did you do to her?!" ethan said as he ran to your body, clutching you close to him

you felt him put your face to his chest, cradling you closely as ghostface or quinn laughs

"well ethan you were too distracted by her, it was clear you weren't going to kill her so i did for you"

"get out! just leave me alone quinn"

quinn laughs and leaves while ethan lets out a sob

"eth…im still here or somewhat" you laugh weakly and pull your face from his chest

it broke his heart to see you in a state like this, tears staining your cheeks and your body bloody

"we need to get you to a hospital quickly"

you give him a small kiss at the corner of his mouth, "no it's ok really, i'm going to die either way" 

"no you are going to survive baby" he said putting pressure on your wound

you giggle, feeling delirious at this point, "eth you have really pretty eyes"

"no no no baby don't die please not now"

"im not gonna die eth i just am really tired"

"no y/n/n please don't go please"

you then go still, making ethan sob even harder

he cradles your body close to him, burying his head in your hair. ethan is still in shock that you're gone

he hates quinn right now and knows that he's going to give her a long and painful death for killing the love of his life.

you had your whole life ahead of you, only 19 and now dead because of his bitch sister.

he remembers that some of the last things you had told him was that you two were going to get through this whole ghostface thing but now without you, ethan just doesn't know what to do with his life

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[callmearcturus]

you hate mi:3 soooo much, can you think of anything good about it? i thought PSH was the best villain

i mean. i think PSH is fine. like, i wouldn't rank him even in my top three, but I think I just hate that even hendricks in GP who was LITERALLY GIVEN CHARACTER AND MOTIVATION BY MCQ IN THE SCRIPT DOCTORING has more background and motivation than Davian. my beef with Davian is that he's ONLY good because its PSH and they frankly needed PSH to play him or else they had nothing. which is a dumb problem to have when you can actually WRITE.

but hey you want the good things about MI3? i'm game. /opens up my .mkv of MI3

Ethan is maybe at his MOST autistic in this movie, and it's honestly incredible and I love it. He's so fucking happy to be a husband and he's gonna get SUCH good points in malewife, he's so excited.

when he needs a reason to go the meet with Musgrave and just THROWS OUT ALL THE ICE INTO THE YARD and tells Jules they need more ice, it's so fucking funny. That's my babygirl.

this specific shot is peak "why is the sky always most beautiful outside grocery stores." why is the best moment of character lighting in this entire movie in a 7 Eleven, JJ?

Luther gets the most WTF Did He Just Say lines in the movie BUT he also gets the cutest ones too so, yanno.

the fucking wedding rings were from the giftshop and i love it lmao. like, it's not said enough that Jules is also kind of Wild? not on an IMF level but def on a civilian level, they met on an adventure vacation and their honeymoon was going to involve jumping out of a helicopter? they're batshit. good for them.

hard to capture but i love in the very very fast sex scene, Ethan notices spare scrubs and stuff hanging up so he throws them onto the floor so it'll be softer for when they bang, that's so thoughtful and hilarious and ace of him.

/skips ahead skips ahead skips ahead hmmmmmm

TC BROKE A CAR WITH HIS BODY!!!!!!!! that's the MONEYSHOT BABYYYYY

/skips ahead skips ahead skips ahead god there's gotta be something here i don't hate

oh yeah the way ethan just starts sketching the fulcrum jump on the window is great, even if the actual stunt doesn't even count tbh

i want to scream at the entire fulcrum jump sequence BUT i do love the tiny moment when ethan manages to NOT fly over the side of the building after sliding down the roof and he's just. like. "Okay." its a single word but you can feel it. lmao.

The Shanghai Run with Benji on the line is one of the only truly great sequences. Watching Ethan just RUN down the roof, that's so fucking dangerous, he could have fucked up his legs or fell so easily but he moves so smoothly, and then Benji complaining about losing his citizenship and the ONLY SUSTAINED SHOT IN THE MOVIE with the long run, and it's all good.

the fact that Ethan explains to Julia how to reload a gun by comparing the magazine to the batteries for the flashlight in their kitchen is a fucking tremendous detail and might be the best line in the movie bc of what it conveys about Ethan as a teacher, his familiarity with Julia and their home, and how he thinks about things. It's really great.

..... and that's everything! SEE. there are glimmers! there are moments!

the rest of the movie is just fuckawful, that's all!

[sunnyie-eve]

6 | No regrets

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Light smut

| MASTERLIST |

"Here's everyone's keys." Jeff hands us our hotel room keys after checking us in.

"I gotta call Caiden later." I yawn taking my key.

"I'm sure, he fill be fine without a call for once. My parents are taking good care of him." Chris pats my head as I close my eye.

When I get to my room I wanted to take a small nap because I was so tired but my damn phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I answer it.

"You really leave our son alone so you can film with a bunch of guys? You're a terrible mother." Kyle laughs into the phone.

"How did you get my new number?" I ask him.

"Easy, babe. Why didn't you let me watch him while you were gone? I could just go visit him."

"You go anywhere near my son..." He cuts me off.

"Our son. We made him." He laughs more.

"Leave him alone, Kyle. Please." I beg him.

"I'll think about it." He hangs up and I leave my room going next door to Johnny's knocking on it.

"What's wrong?" He sees my eyes tearing up and by how I was knocking on his door.

"Kyle called me. He got my new number some how and he was talking about Caiden." I pass him going into his room sitting on his bed. "I should have just brought him with me. What if he tries to go near him while we're gone?" I start to panic.

"Hey, Caiden is okay. He's gonna be fine. Chris's parents promised to keep a close eye on him. Remember they drop him off and pick him up from school. Plus Caiden knows he can't go out the whole time we're gone." Johnny sits next to me grabbing my hands.

"I'm a terrible mother for leaving him alone. Kyle is right for once." I stand up pacing around with my hands shaking. "What if he finds where they live and breaks in at night? What if he takes him. What if..." I'm cut off my Johnny's lips on mine.

"Aly, Caiden is going to be alright, trust me. Kyle isn't dumb enough to pull any of that because he knows the consequences. If we need to, we'll call the school and tell them Caiden has to be homeschooled till we get back." He holds my face before pulling me into his chest.

"Johnny, you need a shower." I slightly laugh as I remove myself from him.

"That bad?" He asks so I nod my head. "Wait, how did he know when to call you?" He asks making a good point.

"Don't think that please because then that's worst because that means he's been following us." I tell him.

"You're staying near me until we're sure. After my shower I'll walk you next door to your room." He goes the the bathroom.

I turn on the tv and lay down on the bed while he showers. "Who is it?" Johnny asks as there was a knock at his door. "Aly will you see?" He asks me.

"I'm asleep." I say with my eyes closed.

"Fine, I'll get it. Ignore my ass out." He says making me slightly chuckle.

"Whoo, it's the Party Boy!" I hear Chris come in and Johnny starts to laugh nonstop.

"Come on, I'm trying to take a shower. Why'd I open the door? Thanks a lot Alex." I hear Johnny say back in the shower.

"Again, I'm sleeping." I say as a wet Party Boy jumps on top of me.

"Time to wake up." He gets off me bump his butt on me so I slap it hard making him shout.

"Why are you even in here?" He asks still bumping his butt on me.

"Personal reason." I give him a look so he says no more filming and gets serious with me.

"What happened?" He asks as the crew leaves.

"Kyle called me talking about Caiden and seeing him but Johnny said how did he know when to call me. So he thinks he's following us." I keep it short.

"We need to talk to the front desk later. Just stay in here." Chris leaves the room.

I get up going to the bathroom since I had to pee, "I'm going pee real quick." I tell Johnny and he says okay.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him.

"Is that the question?" He laughs.

"One of two, I guess." I flush the toilet.

"Sure ask me."

"Why did you kiss me to cut me off from my ranting?" I lean against the counter.

"Why did you kiss me that day when I was going to give Kyle shit?" He asks.

"I had to stop you some how since you wouldn't listen to me." I look at myself in the mirror.

"I had to stop you from getting too worried about Caiden." He pokes his head out so I nod my head looking at him through the mirror.

"What about those few other times we keep avoiding to talk about since that one?"

"You said two questions not three." He gives a half smile.

"See avoiding." I sigh going to leave but his wet hand grabs my arm pulling me over to him.

"I thought it was obvious why I do this." He leans down kissing me. His arm wraps around my waist pulling me into the shower so I step over the side.

He deeps the kiss pulling me closer to him as my clothes start to get wet from the water running. His hands seem to explore over my wet clothes as I placed my hands on his chest.

As he kissed me with a fierce hunger, I remove my hands from his chest to remove my wet clothes before they got super wet making it harder to get rid of. Johnny helped me till I was down to nothing. He eyes my body before looking into my eyes pulling me back in for a heated kiss. His hands now exploring much more now that my clothes were off while my hands went to his wet hair.

"Fuck." I moan as I feel him getting hard. Johnny searches my face reading my eyes making him smile before crashing his lips against mine once again.

His hand holding onto the back of my neck moved to under my thigh to try and lift me slightly before stopping. "Are you sure? I wanna make sure your comfortable with this and everything." He asks so give him a gentle kiss.

"I'm comfortable with you and I trust you. I'm extremely nervous though since this is my first time actually being here during it. I never got with anyone since that night with Kyle." My voice shakes.

"I'll take good care of you." He enters me slowly holding me steady as I winch. "You alright?" He asked, again, searching my eyes for any sign to stop.

"I'm alright." I kissed him and rocked against him to signal that I was okay to just go for it.

I gripped onto him tightly as he thrusted in and out of me. We tried to keep our volume low so the others won't hear us in their rooms or incase they were outside the room.

I leaned against the wall to try and give us both some more stability as Johnny pounded into me harder and faster. I was edging close to climax as he picked up his pace and I could tell with every thrust that he was too.

"Fuck." He cussed under his breath as I dug my nails into his shoulders.

I let my head rest against the wall as I shook, squeezing my eyes shut as I started to pulse around him. The sensation of me finishing encouraged his own shortly after letting him rest his head in the crook of my neck.

We both just stand there under the water catching our breaths. "Don't worry, I take birth control." I sigh making him chuckle.

"Yeah, we're already busy with the ones we have." He stands up straight looking down at me. He brings his hand up to my face cupping my cheek staring to smile.

"What?"

He doesn't say anything just leaning down give me a sweet passionate kiss. "It's crazy how much you meant to me so quickly when we started getting close." He runs his hand through my wet hair, which thankfully wasn't knotted or it would be awkward.

"Are you going to regret this?" I ask nervously.

"No, I won't because this meant a lot to me." He says making me smile.

"Why so?"

"I could tell how scared you were, and you felt comfortable and trusted me." He turns off the shower getting out handing me a towel.

"Are you going too?"

"No, because this meant a lot to me too. As you said, I felt comfortable and trusted you. I let my walls down finally since you took my mind off of my fear from my past." I wrap the towel around my body.

"Now what?"

"I don't know. Just see what happens over time because shit happens if you move too fast." I tell him as there was a knock at the door.

"Give me a minute! I'll get you something of mine." He leaves get something for me as he gets dressed quickly.

He shuts the bathroom door so I can get changed alone. "Where's Alex?" I hear Chris as I get dressed.

"She decided to jump in the show when I got finished so she's changing into some of my clean clothes at the moment tell she can go to her room."

[rev3rb]

Hey again. Just read the latest chapter, and umm idk how to feel. It was nice to get some more insight into Ferid and see how even as a teen he was always just ~ like that™️. But, I’m a bit taken aback by the implication that Crowley might be Ferid’s reincarnated brother?? Bc to me it read like that was either the 440th person he killed or 440th time he killed his big bro. And knowing Ferid, 440 does not seem like a high enough body count. But idk maybe the brother flashback isn’t related to Crowley at all and is just used to establish a pattern? Regardless, rip to Crowley, Chess, and Horn.

Plot relevant things aside young prince Ferid with his classic ponytail bow was adorable, still unhinged, but also pretty adorable.

I get that. Personally I'm kinda angry about it.

You're right in that it was nice to get some insight into Ferid, but I don't know if that was worth the trade off of what we got. What the HELL do you mean that named characters that were prominent at one point (even if it wasn't THAT prominent) got killed OFF SCREEN with no indication that this was the case up until now. I would probably be fine about it if we'd had ANY foreshadowing about it, but no. Instead they disappeared without explanation and then are just declared dead. Their disappearance didn't even ring as that weird since Ferid, and therefore Crowley since he's following him around, are up to things that aren't popular with the majority of the vampire population. I remember mentioning that they hadn't shown up in a long time semi recently in one of these, but the reason I hadn't harped on it as much as someone like Narumi is bc they disappeared at a natural point instead of in the middle of the arc. I'm getting side tracked though. Ultimately, this felt INCREDIBLY dumb and a bit like Kagami just wanted to kill them off since he had no further purpose for them. If you're going to do that, at least HINT that the fact that they haven't shown up in a bit is weird. I just. oooough. I'm talking in circles. But yeah. Imagine if this happened to Rene and Lacus too :) (likely won't since Lacus has that whole thing with Yoichi).

I also find it annoying that Crowley was killed with so little fanfare. I get that it's because of the whole vampires have no feelings thing, but still. It's just insane to kill a character who has been around for so much of the story like that. It really makes Crowley come off as a plot device for Ferid's story rather than anything of real importance outside of that. Without the added context from the Mikaela light novel spin off (which reminder, still hasn't been finished) he feels like there's just so little going on with him other than his relationship with Ferid. Don't get me wrong. I think Crowley is a fun character, which is why I think this is just doing him so dirty. Was I asking for some drawn out fight between him and Ferid before he was killed? No, not really. I just find the situation of Ferid killing him off at all kinda dumb. idk. I have no suggestions about what I'd like to see. It just... wasn't that. Maybe I'll feel better about it later if his death is revealed to be more plot relevant.

ANYWAYS! I better move on before I'm here all night. ...Okay but last thing. YET A FUCKING GAIN we're jumping from one subject to another JUST to draw out some reveals and give us more questions. I'm going to pull my hair out lol. I really shouldn't be surprised that the second Shinoa starts diving into The First's memories we flip to this scene. I have a bit of a feeling that it's because she's going to learn what the audience already knows, but I just don't get why that wasn't lumped into the previous chapter. Would have felt much better if we'd just started this chapter with Ferid and Crowley. I guess page count could have factored in but... just feels like maybe you could have cut down some of the last chapter to make space for this. Ah... but maybe I'm just being a hater at this point. Anywho...

I too was wondering if that was the implication, but yeah, the number tripped me up. That DOES seem too frequent to be his brother, so I'm also wondering if that's the number of people he's killed. Yes, it seems a little low, but maybe that's people he's killed with a specific purpose in mind. Ones that tie into that rebirth mentality he has going on here. I'm sure we'll find out eventually. It does seem like we need more context to figure out what it is exactly Ferid is doing. Maybe he IS just killing people because he feels like it's time for them to go, but you'd think that he wouldn't bother to count them. Who knows.

Okay, maybe I'm just imagining it but I SWEAR we'd seen a younger Ferid design before at SOME point, but for the life of me, I can't remember where. Something about him talking about how he was a Mikaela candidate too or something like that? I bring it up to say that I swear we've seen a Ferid design somewhat similar to this before, but regardless, you're right. It is nice to see that design and that he really doesn't seem to have changed much over the years. Vampirisim apparently didn't change him.

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 17: Run Away With Me

Word Count: 5k+

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, smoking, smut, meeting extended family, alcohol use, let's talk about Lorraine, abandonment issues, panic attack, fluff, impact play, pain play, use of daddy in sexual context, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, karaoke, no Dan in this chapter hell yeah

Chapter Summary: Our heroes go on an overnight trip to San Antonio to attend a family get-together, then go out and sing karaoke.

Notes: Chapter title from "Run Away With Me" by Carly Rae Jepsen. I feel like this is one of my favorite chapters, but I also think that every week so WHO KNOWS. I just think they're cute. Alrighty, shall we?

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Hilton Palacio del Rio, San Antonio, TX July 18, 1998

Out of all of the situations you’ve put yourself in these past few weeks, this is, by far, the most reckless. Which is saying something. Not only did you disobey Dan’s specific orders not to go to a party (although, frankly, he can go fuck himself), but you went to a party with your lover. And not only did you go to a party with your lover, but he introduced you as his girlfriend to his family. Exacerbating circumstances include (but are not limited to): staying the night with him in a hotel, drinking all day in the hot sun, and displaying affection very publicly.

It’s like the stars aligned for it to happen. Dan had a softball tournament 100 miles away all weekend and wouldn’t be back until Sunday night. Javi was already planning on going to his cousin’s house in San Antonio for a party, and asked if you wanted to come with him. When you told him yes, he called around and got a hotel room for the night, then came over to watch you freak out about what to wear for a half an hour. You were finally satisfied with a red slip dress adorned with a white floral pattern.

“See, it coordinates with your outfit because you’re wearing a white shirt,” you told him while applying red lipstick in the vanity mirror.

He smiled and shook his head, eyes glued to your ass, “Whatever you say, cariño.”

On the ride out, he tried his best to prepare you for what was to come. Being that you have 36 first cousins, you were raised in the world of chaotic family gatherings. However, you haven’t seen your extended family in years, and, thus, are out-of-practice.

“Now, you don’t have to drink everything they try to give you. Because they will try to liquor you up to extract information,” he ran his hand over his face and sighed, taking his eyes off the road, glancing down at your hand, “You should take off your engagement ring.”

“Oh, sure. I never think about it, sorry,” heat rose to your face as you took it off, dropping it into your wallet for safekeeping.

“I don’t know what would be worse: everyone finding out you’re engaged to another man or everyone thinking we’re engaged,” he chuckled.

A pain radiated through your chest as you winced and mumbled, “Yeah, because being engaged to me would be horrible.”

“Fuck, that’s not- I didn’t mean it like that. I- I mean my family would jump all over you with a million questions,” he stumbled, shifting in his seat, “I don’t think that… that would be horrible. I, um, I hope that some day I’ll be able-“

“You don’t… have to tell me that, Javi, it’s fine. I get it,” you smiled weakly and lit a cigarette, rolled the window down. An awkward silence settled until you sighed, “Besides, being engaged to me isn’t that great. I heard I’m kind of a slut.”

“Well that’s perfect, I love sluts,” he grinned over at you boyishly.

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him, “I love you.”

As soon as you opened the door to hop out of Javi’s truck, you knew this was going to be a wild day. The music playing in the backyard could be heard a half a block away. You brushed off your dress and shook your hands out nervously before he strode over to embrace you and whisper, “Try not to worry, baby, they don’t bite,” into your hair before kissing you, transferring a tint of red lipstick onto his lips.

You laughed, “Red is a good color on you,” before helping him wipe it off.

The rumblings of conversation grew louder with every step up to the house. The moment he swung the door open, time started to blur. A blur of faces, names, foods, drinks, questions, comments. More than once you were compared to Lorraine; you still didn’t know what to make of that. Apparently, that’s the only girlfriend he has introduced to his family in the past 15 years. You ate so much food you thought you would fucking explode, but wished you could have somehow eaten more because it was so delicious. Javi’s cousins offered you a few drinks, which you graciously accepted, not heeding his warning, because you figured the alcohol would counteract the anxiety.

As predicted, his cousins Jose and Ricardo did try to divulge information once you had a few drinks under your belt. Javi went to go to the bathroom while you were sitting at a table, tapping your foot to the music, just looking around, observing people. The duo sat down at the table, then Jose asked how you met his cousin.

“Well,” you squinted and tilted your head, then leaned forward towards him, “We actually met a few years ago here in San Antonio. He um-” a loud laugh flew out of your mouth, “I was out with my roommate, and they went home together, ditching me at the club.”

“No shit?” Jose laughed, throwing his head back, “What an idiot.”

“We ended up talking and watching the movie IT after she went to bed. And then we got to talk more and, um, stuff when he came to visit her again,” you nodded, looking away when heat rose to your face at the implication of and, um, stuff in that sentence.

“I swear, I remember this happening,” Ricardo told you, his warm brown eyes sparkling, animated face expressing freely as he talked, “He stayed with me for a few days while he was back from Columbia. He went home with some chicks while he was here, you know how he is- er, was. But I remember this time because he came back at 5am, waking me up, telling me about ‘I watched the killer clown movie with this girl’ like, what the fuck dude let me go back to sleep?”

“That is me, I am that girl!” you smiled from ear-to-ear, pointing to yourself.

“Look, he wouldn’t want me to tell you this, but,” Ricardo leaned in to spill the tea as Jose started laughing at his brother’s antics, “When he came back after seeing you the second time, he was talking about ‘I think I found her’, like ‘I didn’t even feel this connection with Lorraine, it was fucking crazy’ and I just tried to tell him that he needs to get some sleep, man.”

You laughed and your face hurt from smiling so big, “He’s never told me that before, that’s so sweet.” Instead of basking in the after glow of the saccherine story, you feel something ugly gnawing at your brain. It's that fucking name again. After looking around to make sure Javi isn’t nearby, you inquired, “So… what's the deal with Lorraine?”

The mood immediately shifted from playful secret telling to something markedly more serious. They looked at each other, then Ricardo sat back and shook his head as if to say I’m not touching this one. Jose leaned forward, “What has he told you?”

“That it was a relationship that didn’t work out,” you responded with a shrug, then took a swig of beer.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Ricardo howled, shaking his head, “That fucking guy.”

“They were engaged,” Jose explained, ignoring his brother.

“Oh, shit, really?” your eyes widened.

He was fucking engaged? Why would he hide that from me?

“Yeah… yeah. He uhh… he left her at the alter,” Jose grimaced.

There it is, that’s why.

“Oh fuck,” your eyes widened through a nervous giggle, “That is… horrifying.”

“What is?” Javi questioned as he pulled out the chair on the beside you and sat down, leaning in towards the conversation.

“You guys want to do a shot?” Ricardo offered, changing the subject promptly.

“Fuck yes,” you slapped the table, “Let’s do it.”

I’m going to save all my worrying about the Lorraine thing for later. Maybe never. Maybe I can just forget I ever knew.

Trying to avoid turning into a complete shit show and embarrassing yourself, you tapered off your drinking after this. You wanted to toe the line between socially lubricated and drunk, but started stumbling into drunk territory. When the sun started to go down, you and Javi bid everyone farewell so you could go check into the hotel. You received goodbye hugs from at least a dozen people who told you that they were happy to have met you, and they’d see you again. You were tense during the drive to the hotel, which you tried to keep under wraps as long as possible.

As long as possible just happens to be until he swings the door to your room opens. You know that you have to talk about it or you’re going to fucking detonate. It feels like you’ve been lied to, or at least misled, and the weight of that knowledge is pressing down on your chest, growing stronger every time you turn the words over in your head:

He was engaged. He left her at the altar. He abandoned the fuck out of her. Is that what he’ll do to me?

“What do you wanna do tonight?” he asks as he sinks down into the bed next to you. You swallow hard and take a deep breath.

“Ok, first thing I need to do, actually, is umm… talk to you about something... so it will stop eating away at me,” you stammer, biting down on your cheek as you look to him.

He looks alarmed as his brow furrows and he sits up on his elbow, waiting for you to continue.

“Tell me… more about Lorraine,” you request as you search his face for clues. His eyebrows raise and eyes widen as he scratches his neck, obviously trying to figure out what to tell you. Trying to figure out what you know.

“We were together for years. We were… engaged,” he sighs, looking down at his hands, then back up to meet your eyes, “I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t… right. It wasn’t real. I backed out.”

You continue to bore your eyes into him, making him squirm.

“Fuck, ok,” he groans, “I didn’t show to the wedding. Turned around on my way there. Got the fuck out.”

His words hang in the air like a cloud of noxious gas. You get lightheaded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you breathe, drawing your eyebrows together as your shoulders slump.

He shakes his head, exhaling in exasperation before admitting, “I didn’t want you to know about that part of me. It’s ugly.”

Doesn’t he know I’ll love every ugly part of him?

“Yeah… yeah, I get that. It’s literally my worst fear,” you swallow hard, “Is… is that going to happen with me one day where you just… can’t? And disappear without warning? Will you decide this isn’t real?” You tear up at the thought. He doesn’t respond right away, just stares, mouth agape. Long enough for you to think that maybe you shouldn’t have brought this up. Long enough for you to think that you shouldn’t have even asked his cousins about Lorraine. Long enough to think that he must trying to figure out how to tell you yes. Once those thoughts start, it’s like a floodgate has been opened.

Of course he will disappear on you too, why wouldn’t he? Especially now that you’re confronting him about something. Now that you’re upset about something.

His tendrils are in my heart, if he rips them out I will die.

Panic spreads through your body like venom, burning your veins. You stand up out of bed and start pacing, flapping your hands back and forth frantically. The sobs start to rise in your chest but you try to shove them back down. You walk over to the dresser to dig in your purse for your cigarettes.

Javi jumps up and cups your face, bringing your eyes to his as he furrows his brow, “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I- I- I- I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry. It’s none of my fucking business. I shouldn’t have tried to talk about this and ruin our night. I’m always fucking ruining things like this. Fucking crying all the time, fuck. So fucking selfish. I’m sorry, Javi,” you ramble through the fat salty tears rolling down your face.

His face drops and he pulls you into a bear hug, then kisses the top of your head and mumbles, “Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to apologize for. I’m not upset with you at all, cariño.”

You let your emotions run free as you bury your face in his chest, sobbing all of your racing thoughts into his shirt, “You don’t want me, Javi, I’m fucking crazy. Do you see this? This is me. Do you see me? This is who I don't want anyone to know. I’m broken. I’m so fucking broken. I always have been. Just- just get it over with and leave me, it’s ok. At least I’ll know, it helps if I know, I can prepare-“

“Hey hey hey heyheyhey-“ he shushes you and cups your cheeks again, stroking the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs. His lips press against your forehead, then your nose, your cheek, other cheek, your chin, your lips. He whispers, “You ruined nothing. Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not leaving you-“

“You will, though, you will -“ you cry. Panic has fully hijacked your brain.

“Hey, I need you to look at me,” he tells you sternly, forehead pressing against yours. You nod, then look up into his eyes, chest heaving between the two of you. The connection starts to calm you down. He whispers again now, “Take a deep breath in through your nose, out through you mouth,” you follow the instruction, releasing tension on the exhale, “Good, that’s good. Keep doing that. Now… You didn’t do anything wrong. I love you. I swear on my mother’s grave I will not disappear.”

Your body shudders with a sob, “Ok.”

“Ok. Come lay down with me, baby,” he pulls you towards the bed. You sniffle and nod, following him, then settle into a fetal position on your side and concentrate on breathing. He lays down next to you and plays with your hair as you work through your terror.

After a few minutes, he takes a deep breath and speaks softly, “I'm sorry for not telling you about Lorraine. This is real. Me and you. I don’t know what it is, but it just feels… right with you. When I’m with you, I don’t want the time to end. I love you,” he rolls over on his side to face your back, words kissing the nape of your neck, “Even when I knew you before. I know it sounds like bullshit, but I swear to god… after I met you, almost every night while falling asleep, I would think of the beautiful woman I met in San Antonio who- who watched movies with me and made me smile and,” he cautiously envelops one of your hands in his. You roll over to face him. Once he realizes you’re allowing him to keep your hand in his, a soft smile dances across his face, and he strokes your palm with his thumb.

He continues with shaky breath, “She held my hand in one of the darkest times of my life. I would think about how being with her felt… like that’s how it’s supposed to be. I felt I could talk to her about anything. How the sex was fucking incredible, as if we were made for each other,” he gulps and waits a beat before whispering, “I would think about how badly I fucked up by letting her go.”

Hands lay intertwined between your bodies as he waits for you to say something. It’s so quiet you can faintly hear your heart pounding in your chest. All those nights laying in bed, restless and lonely, longing for the connection you felt with this fucking guy, feeling pathetic, wondering if he even remembered you. And he did the same thing.

“I thought about you all the time, too,” you whimper. He squeezes your hand and the corners of your mouth turn upward, “I didn’t know it was like that for you, too. When I saw you again and you didn’t recognize me… I was devastated. I felt like… such a fucking loser.”

He sighs and licks his lips thoughtfully, then meets your gaze, “When I was in Columbia, it changed me. I don’t remember a lot of details from that time. I was just... surviving. I- I couldn’t recognize your face when I saw you in Laredo. I just knew I was drawn to you. Even after you screamed at me in the middle of a fucking parking lot,” he smiles and you burst out laughing at the memory. He continues, “But as soon as I heard your laugh, it clicked. You’re her.”

The way he says her makes heat pool in your stomach. Her. Like you’re Aphrodite herself. A goddess, the answer to a prayer. You’re breathless as the butterflies are roused and start flittering around your chest.

He brings your wrist to his mouth, parting his lips to kiss the knotted scar tissue. A reminder that he loves every part of you. Even the parts you find so revolting that you’ve spent countless hours trying to decide if they’re worth fixing, or everyone’s better off if you scrap the whole project.

You reclaim your wrist from his grasp to run your fingers through his hair. To trace the wrinkles on his face, the shape of his lips, the arch of his nose. His face softens at your touch. In just a whisper, you tell him that you love him.

The response comes in the form of a kiss, delicate at first. But it’s like when sharks taste blood and go on a feeding frenzy. You taste his saliva and need to fucking devour, arching into him as his mouth responds with the same ferocity. He wastes no time blindly yanking your dress down so he can grab handfuls of your bare tits so hard you gasp into his mouth.

“Is that too hard?” he asks, already a panting mess.

“No, no I fucking love it, baby.” you mewl breathlessly as you push yourself closer.

“Fuck,” he groans as he squeezes even harder, watching you, eyes hot on your skin, as you moan and bite your lip. It’s pain, but it makes you feel fucking electric, tugging at something so satisfying in you. After so many blue, wretched, draining feelings hurting you from the inside… you want the red, bruising, stinging feelings on the outside. To reach some kind of equilibrium. Balance the scales.

A hand slips up the hem of your dress and rips your underwear off, then rubs up and down your slit. He moans, “Fuck, baby girl you’re so wet for me,” when he feels the slick spilling out of your aching, needy cunt. You whine and nod frantically as you thrust into his hand and start to grind against it. He tightens his vice grip on your tit, making you shudder, then he releases, “I want you face down ass up.”

“I want you to get undressed,” you huff in response.

He grins and raises an eyebrow, “Your wish is my command, princess.”

This brings a wide smile to your face as you watch him unbutton his white shirt, still wet with your tears, mascara and red lipstick smeared on it.

I must look like a fucking dream right now if that’s what his shirt looks like.

You pull the dress over your head, throwing it on the floor, then prop yourself up on your elbows, ass in the air facing him. One split second after you hear his pants hit the floor, his mouth is on you, lapping your juices up. You groan, “Fuck yes, Javi,” and tilt your pussy towards him as far as you can. He starts rolling his tongue on your clit, sending you sputtering. The fire is stoked inside you, swirling around.

He pulls back from eating your pussy to slap his hand to your ass cheek, literally making you growl, “Fuck yes, daddy, keep slapping my ass I fucking love it.” He complies, smacking until you’re sure your ass is beet red. The entire concept of humanity flies out of your brain. Each lash pulls a guttural moan from your lips. He grunts and curses, watching as your cunt floods more and more.

“Holy fuck, eat my pussy again, baby, please-“

“Please daddy,” he corrects, pulling all contact off of your body.

“P- please daddy please eat my pussy,” you whimper desperately, arching back.

“Ooooh fuck baby girl,” he coos, running his fingers through your swollen lips, covering them in your slick. His tongue returns to your clit, flicking the sensitive nub, as he sinks two fingers inside you and starts to fuck you. This causes you to dissolve into a whimpering, blithering mess. The fire in your center grows wider and wider.

“Keep- keep going daddy I’m going to cum yes yesyesyes just like- that it’s fucking perfect oh-“ your mouth holds the o shape as an you convulse around his fingers, still pumping into you. You try to clamp your legs shut with no avail. He holds you there, spread open so he can work you through the orgasm. He pulls his fingers out and runs his tongue between your lips to your opening, lapping at your cum, moaning into your cunt as you writhe and whimper.

Once satisfied, he climbs on top of you, taking hold of your face to wrench it towards him, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You reach behind and clutch his hair, pulling his face closer, licking and kissing indiscriminately. You even lick his fucking mustache, even though it feels rough against your tongue.

“I want you so bad,” he rasps, grabbing at your waist.

“Then fucking take me, Javi,” you growl, pushing your ass against him as you start to grind against his throbbing cock, “Make me fucking cum again, please, daddy.”

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, “get on your knees.”

As he returns to the end of the bed, you slide back onto your knees, presenting yourself to him. His fingers dig into your hips, lighting your body up with goosebumps, and sinks his cock inside you. He chokes out, “H- holy shit, baby girl, your pussy is fucking perfect.”

He drags it out, and in your state of delirium, you whimper, “Its just for you, Javi, it’s yours- nobody else can have me.”

He starts driving into you, languid and deep, taking time to bury his fat cock in your cunt as far as it can go with each thrust. It feels like every nerve ending inside you is lighting up. Javi croaks, “Fuck yes, you’re all mine, cariño,” and starts fucking you faster, snapping his hips into yours, hitting something with just the right pressure and pace.

It’s at this point you start reduce from a human into puddle, choking out moans as his cock fills you over and over again. He groans and pulls out of you to flip you over, then starts rutting into you with such speed and force, it rips a sob from your throat. He pants, “Look at me.”

When you meet his gaze, your eyebrows draw together, there’s a tangible connection between the two of you. Love pools in your center, hedonistic as it swells, making your ears ring and your legs tremble. Your foreheads press together and the whimpers you’re panting out become gasping breaths as another wave of ecstasy crashes down onto you, swallowing you whole. He cups your face and steals sloppy, frantic kisses from you when his hips stutter and he finds his release.

The kisses slow to a trickle of delicate pecks as you both start to regain humanity, sweating and gasping for air. He tumbles sideways and sprawls out next to you.

“Jesus Christ, Javi,” you pant, casting a glance his way.

“What?” he laughs while grabbing blindly for his cigarettes and ashtray.

You shake your head, unable to get rid of the dopey smile plastered on your face, “I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever cum in my life.”

He has an equally dopey smile as he rolls onto his side and lights two cigarettes, handing you one. On the exhale, he mumbles, "Fucking love magic."

You smoke in silence for a minute or two, regaining your composure and resting heart rate.

“What now?” he asks eventually.

“Ok, well, I was thinking… I’ve really been wanting to do karaoke,” you tell him, observing his reaction.

Yes? No? Maybe?

“Karaoke?” he groans with the faintest hint of interest glimmering just below the surface.

I’ll take that as a maybe.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll get drunk before we take the plunge,” you slap his chest playfully, then bite your lip and jump up, puffing on your cigarette as you float over to the bathroom mirror. The person in the reflection has mascara bleeding down her cheeks and smeared around her eyes, lipstick gone, skin and hair drenched in sweat.

“Fine,” he smiles, peering over at you through the bathroom door.

You look at him in the reflection and scoff, “First of all, don’t act like you’re not a little excited. Second of all, how could you fuck me when I look like this? I’m a mess.”

He grinds his cigarette out in the ash tray and makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare belly as his lips press against your shoulder. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and he mutters, “You’re fucking beautiful.” It’s so sincere it makes your stomach flip, smile stretching across your face. He lays a kiss on your temple then inquires with a slap on your ass, “You wanna hop in shower with me?”

—

Four.

It takes four drinks before the two of you have enough gusto to put your names on the docket for karaoke. You agree to keep your songs a secret from each other. In the meantime, you people-watch, joke around, and talk about music. He asks what your favorite musical artist is, to which you reply it’s impossible to pick one, to which he replies, “That’s absolute bullshit.”

“It’s not, there’s so much good music! I can’t choose!” you throw your hands up defensively.

“Fine, give me 3,” he slaps his hand on the bar top. You’re both a little boozy, needing the liquid courage to do the dang thing, so the conversation is growing rowdier by the minute.

“FINE,” you snarl like a brat, earning a cheeky smile from him, “Let’s see… Hole, Violent Femmes, and…” you shake around the options in your head until you decide, “ABBA.”

“I can respect those choices,” he nods, takes a long sip from his drink, then adds, “Prince and Johnny Cash are the big ones for me.”

You smile from ear-to-ear and lean your head onto his shoulder a little, “I love that. Both very worthy artists.”

“So what song did you pick?” he asks with a sly smirk, then lays a kiss on your forehead.

“Javier FERDINAND Peña you know I can’t tell you. For shame,” you gasp theatrically, then sit up straight to take a drink.

Your name comes over the speakers and it’s your time to shine.

It is… terrifying. And so fun . You sing “Me and Bobby McGee” by Janis Joplin. Javi stands close to the stage with an unshakeable smile on his face, cheering you on and swaying his hips. When the song is over, he howls WOOO so loud your face turns hot as you walk off stage.

Javi sings “Kiss” by Prince. He dances in place and points at you while singing in his falsetto voice, almost hitting the highest notes. Which is, honestly, shocking and impressive, considering how deep his voice is. While watching, you dance and sing along, face hurting from smiling. And there’s not one single doubt in your body that you are hopelessly, irretrievably, relentlessly fucking in love with him.

On the drunken amble back to the hotel from the karaoke bar, you’re in love with the world, too. You stop in this 24 hour diner to get some greasy food before going to bed.

“Do you ever, like, just stop and think about how fucking beautiful this earth is? How amazing humans are?” you ask him loudly, “I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk, or because I’m in love, or because this is the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had in my life, but its like… I’m so happy, Javi.”

He giggles at your introspection, “I am too.”

“My best friend is coming down this week, do you want to meet her?”

“Claudia? Fuck yeah, I’d love to meet her. What day does she come in?”

“Wednesday. Maybe we can go out to the bar or something.”

He nods as he takes a bite of his cheeseburger. It’s quiet for a moment as your mind wanders from all of the lovely things in the world, into real life.

“You know what sucks? I just know when I go home, it’s going to be hell. I hate it there,” you frown, picking at the french fries on your plate, “I want to run away with you. I hate him.”

“Running away doesn’t work long term, trust me,” he dismisses the comment immediately, then reaches over to grab some of your fries and shove them into his mouth, “The chickens always come home to roost.”

“That’s not the saying,” you scoff, “It’s the rooster always comes home to the chicken.”

Laughter bubbles out of him, “You’re so wrong right now, I don’t know where to start.”

“Kiss my ass, Peña,” you shoot back, so loud that a fellow customer turns and glares at you.

He keeps laughing, then looks up at you with sparkling eyes, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of a fucking brat when you’re drunk?”

You hum, “Once or twice.”

“I like it,” he coos.

“Good,” you wink.

“You’re getting better at that,” he grins, “Alright let’s go.”

[ Next Chapter ]

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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[huenjin]

and they were roommates.

summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.

pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.

genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au

rating — 18+

word count — 11k words.

note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i'm so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu. 

smut warnings — a lot of kissing, a lot of swearing, mentions of naked exposure, fingering, cunnilingus, riding/reader on top, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it), choking. there isn't a loooot of smut either, ah! so enjoy the fluff ride.

"You idiot," you scream, loud enough for your neighbours to hear. You pull out the keys that hang outside in the key hole and pull open the door. "How could you leave the keys outside, Minho?"

"I mean, what if someone stole it?" You throw your keys and Minho's into the small box on a ledge by the door. Removing your shoes, you put on the pair of your house shoes by the side and walk further into the apartment. "Or what if someone broke in? You could get killed, you dumb hoe! Or worse, our new television could get stolen."

You hear no response and just the loud sound of shower running in the bathroom hits the walls of your shared apartment. You walk to your room, passing by the common bathroom, after throwing your bag on the sofa. You talk on the way, yelling in hopes that he would hear.

"Did you walk back in the rain? There's no other reason as to why I did not see you after college. Jisung was searching for you too, Minho."

You change into a pair of shorts and black camisole, pulling your hair up and knotting it, all while your ears pick up the small humming from the bathroom. You shake your head at the fact that since it's Lee Minho in the shower, he is probably going to take his own time to come out. After all, he is the reason why your water bill is so high. 

"Yah, Lee Minho!" You walk outside and hit the door with your fists to bring at least a little of his attention towards you. "Do you want the leftovers or should I get food delivered?"

"Delivery!" he screams back, hearing the shower sounds lower and you yell back in response, "Okay," and walk back to the living room, falling back and plopping down on the comfortable rexine covered sofa. 

Your phone rings in the next minute and you are pulling it from your pocket quickly all because you are bored out of your mind. It is also because your stupid best friend from the god forbidden age of five to till this date, takes forever to get out from the shower.

It's Jisung. Not that you would have a doubt even if you had picked up without looking at the name on the screen — your friend circle is that small. It has just been you, Minho and Jisung majorly for almost three fourth of your life, the other one fourth of it with you having your parents as your best friends. Jisung had always been the annoying kid in the playground that pushed you off the swing because he wanted to play and Minho had always been the knight in shining armour in your local playground, the defender of all things right as he saved you from Jisung's frustrating taunts. 

And then your mother — oh dear, she is the reason why you are still stuck with Minho's rich arse (mostly because she thought too that this is the finest her very antisocial daughter would ever find in a man) — decides that since Lee Minho was so kind to save her poor damsel-like daughter, he might as well do it forever. Fast forward to present day, and you are still cleaning up after him. 

"Did Minho reach home?" Jisung asks as soon as you answer the call. You roll your eyes and shift your position to one that allows you to stretch your leg against the length of the sofa.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," you fake your tone, mocking Jisung's ignorance. "Did you reach home safely? Did you get caught in the rain? Oh no!" And then quickly changing it back to normalcy, "Yes, Jisung. I reached home safely. The rain did get heavy as I walked back home but nothing to worry. Did you reach home safely?"

Jisung is laughing loudly on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N," he makes a weird kissing sound and you pull your phone away from your ear. "I presume Minho's safe at home, else you would be the one to crash my phone with the endless calls in worry of his safety. Ha!"

"He got caught in the rain," you sigh. "I hope he's okay though. I would have mentioned how he was, had he just come out of that goddamn bathroom but no! It almost seems like he is rebuilding the whole bathroom." Jisung laughs so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear again. 

"Dude, dude, dude," Jisung calls out for you through the line.

"Yeah?" 

"You and Minho are totally like my parents fighting." 

"Do you want to get punched in your face, Han Jisung?" You sit up straight, folding your leg across each other and bending forward, your elbow digging into your thigh as your hand supports your head. 

"And my boyfriend would punch yours if you punched mine," he huffs and you know he is talking about Seo Changbin. At a good five feet and six inches, the shorter male befriended Jisung and then wooed him over in grade eleven with some weird shining universe experiment for a science project and the Han Jisung you had always known, fell for the gesture immediately. They began dating a week after, making Changbin the only other human being you willingly chose to become closer to.

"Like Minho would let that," you click your tongue and Jisung laughs again, mumbling, "How have you guys not slept with each other yet? You guys are roommates."

"I'll kill you, Han Jisung."

"Like you would." The minute Jisung taunts back, you hear a loud noise of something crashing down and the sound is from the bathroom. You jump upwards, quickly hanging up without even telling Jisung that you were leaving as you drop your phone and rush towards the bathroom, taking huge steps to reach before the door in less than a few seconds.

You slam your fist against the door, over and over again, yelling, "Yah," to draw his attention before asking, "Minho, are you okay? I'm coming in," and you pull open the door to the common bathroom. A decision you wish you had not chosen but one you had to take for his safety.

Before a very surprised you lay a very, very naked Lee Minho, groaning with his back against the cold white tiles of the bathroom, neck lifting his head above to instinctively avoid hitting the floor. His hand holds a huge piece of the shower curtain that he must have tried holding onto before falling and as the colour drains from your face, lips wide apart, staring at your naked best friend in shock who is staring back at you, it dawns upon you quickly.

You immediately slap your hand over your eyes and scream as loud as you could possibly, "Fuck, fuck. I just saw your schlong, oh my god!"

"Are you not going to look at me at all now that you saw my dick?"

Minho rolls his eyes at you as a soft groan leaves his lip while he tries to make himself more comfortable on his bed. This time, he is fully clothed, black shirt over his torso and navy blue shorts. You are sitting on a small chair by his side, Chinese herbal medicinal mix in a white ceramic bowl, a tub filled with warm water and a towel and long white bandages on the table by the bed. The Chinese herbal medicinal mix was something your mother specifically ordered you to prepare for the boy before you.

You hand him a cup of warm water first which he takes and is about to swallow it down when you look at the wooden bedpost behind him and mumble, "But I saw your womb raider." Minho chokes on the water before coughing and you quickly pat his back which leads him to cry softly in pain and you are left apologising over and over again for being reckless.

He places the cup on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he narrows his eyes at you and questions, "Womb raider? What the fuck?"

"You know, your schlong," you look away, heat rising up to your cheek. "I saw your schlong, a womb raider."

"I can't believe you call a dick that," he groans, rolling his eyes as if he has completely given up on you, "After having your womb raided enough by many womb raiders."

You look away, taking the ceramic bowl in your hand and mumbling, "None of them were long and thick enough to be called a womb raider though."

"Did you say anything, Y/N?" 

"Nothing," you yell and glare at him, cheeks still hot with the image still vivid in your head. "You can't look disappointed in me," you frown at him, "I should be disappointed. You tore the shower curtain."

"It was a mistake!" Minho gasps and tries to sit up but quickly ditches the plan when he feels the spin surge through him. You place the bowl back on the table and push yourself forward to help Minho sit up, your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest against his as you slowly pull him up. Minho explains himself, "If I didn't hold onto that, I would have gotten injured worse. I'm almost perfect now. It's just the slight—" You press your palm against his back and he seethes in pain.

"Slight pain, indeed," you scoff and finally let him rest against the bedpost. "This should do the magic though." You lift the ceramic bowl again and wave it before him, shoving the weird smelling green substance right in front of his nose. "My mother totally said it would work. She also said that you would have to be on the bed resting the whole day."

"You'll be my maid the whole day," Minho lights up, face instantly shining and you sigh, "Do I have an option? After this day though, we are going to buy shower curtains and you are going to pay for it because you tore it." You accuse him and he clicks his tongue.

"Fine."

"Remove your shirt now," you order and he looks at you, a teasing glint glistening in his eyes and he smiles, moving slightly closer.

"Why? Are you going to call my abs washboard now? That you could do laundry on them?" He purses his lips and leans forward and you push him back, his aching back hitting the bedpost again and Minho is crying with pain on the soft impact, albeit this time, you worry if it is fake. "Y/N," he cries, clamping down against his lower teeth hard, "Can you go easy on me?"

"Then stop teasing me!"

"Fine!" He huffs and looks away, "Help me out of this shirt now."

"What? Why? You put the shirt on fine. Can't you remove it on your own?" You question him, the ceramic bowl securely on your lap. Minho stares at you for the longest time ever and you stare back.

Has his eyes always been this tender? Has his skin always been this soft? Was Lee Minho always this charming and pretty to look at?

This is all because you saw his stupidly good dick, argh!

Minho finally answers, "It's harder to remove a shirt than to wear it." You shake your head and your eyes narrow to crinkled slits as you watch your best friend for a second more before placing the crucible back on the table and bending yourself forward to hold tightly the ends of his black shirt. You lift the black material up and remove it from his torso, exposing his abdomen and chest to the warm breeze in the air. 

He stares at you and you stare at him back, only till you take the white ceramic bowl again and hopefully the last time and you raise an eyebrow at him, mocking him, "Aren't you going to give me the classic Wattpad naked white male line?"

"What line?" 

He looks confused and you laugh, holding the bowl tightly, "You know, the—" You try to lower the pitch of your voice and to sound as cocky as possible, smirking, "Like what you see, baby girl?"

Minho laughs with you till he calms himself down a little, tilts his head and in the most guttural voice you have ever heard your best friend ever go, he repeats, "Like what you see, my baby girl?"

Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the cold white crucible. You should not have pressed your thighs against each other. You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Minho in an angle you had never seen him. 

When did that stupid five year old boy who thought he could save the whole world grow up into this man?

"Uh, Y/N," Minho waves his hand in front of you, trying to bring your attention back. "Are you going to apply the medicine or? I mean, it's cold."

"Oh yeah," you stutter. "Yeah, yeah, I was about to. Can you turn back so that I can apply it on your back?"

"Yeah," he nods and pressing his hands into the mattress, he shifts himself, turning a one hundred and eight degrees away from you so that his back is facing yours. "This okay?"

"Yeah," you agree. You bend your arm forward to take the cloth soaked in warm water and you press it against his back. Minho bites his tongue in pain, eyes watering before he can't take it anymore and he turns back to face you. 

"Minho?"

"Can I do that thing you allowed me to do whenever I was in pain and you had to take care of me?" He asks, unsure, "Am I allowed?"

You nod, softly, smiling warmly at the man before you and you lift the chair up slightly. Minho quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried into your soft chest as he edges closer to you. You place the warm cloth again on his broad back and Minho does what he has always done to combat pain.

He bites into your flesh softly, hard enough to trigger something weird within you at this age but soft enough to not cause any pain. 

Your eyes widen and your thighs tighten a bit but Minho is unaware to all this as he snuggles into your warmth, head fuzzy with the pain that throbs through his entire back. After a few minutes, you place the cloth back on the table and hold the crucible tightly. You dig your forefinger and middle finger into the green mix before applying it on his back, soft circles to calm him down and Minho lets go of your flesh, although he still continues to snuggle into you, his thick arms tightening around your frame.

"You're comfortable to hug," he mumbles as you apply the medicine all over his back, his face occasionally pressing against your breast and you gulp, reminding yourself that this is your best friend, that this is the kid you've seen in all his embarrassments. 

"Of course, I am," you laugh. "It doesn't pain that much, does it?"

"Not anymore."

"Good," and you apply another layer over the existing one. "Because if you say anything else to my mother, I swear to God, Lee Minho, I will—"

You don't complete. Minho laughs — soft, precious laughter that fills the air and engages your ears. He tilts his head to look up at you from his lower angle. You look down only to come in direct vision of his bright, glistening eyes that hold the stars behind them and his oh-so-flawless skin that you are envious of. Your heart beat escalates and you are about one hundred percent sure that Minho is aware. After all, he did have his ear against your chest in this position. 

"Fine, fine," his voice is airy and you could listen to it the whole day. "I'll tell your mother that her daughter took care of me perfectly, alright?"

"Perfect," you smile. "Now sit up straight. I need to bandage you up, just in case." Minho begrudgingly pulls back, a soft whimper leaving his lips before he huffs, folding his arms and sitting straight, looking you in the eyes and you gulp. 

"I'll be fine in a day, Y/N," Minho whines and you shake your head, mumbling, "Just in case." You turn your body to grab hold of the white roll of bandage before you beckon for him to come a little closer as you wrap the bandage over his torso, covering the medicinal herbs sticking to his body now. 

"You, in fact," you chuckle as you tighten the bandage and Minho seethes in pain at having his muscles pressed. You rub his hair affectionately before continuing, "You, Lee Minho, should be ready enough to cash out money for the shower curtain."

"Fine, fine, fine," Minho huffs only to break out into a smile as he looks at you. "We'll go as soon as I don't think I'll die if I stand up and straighten my back, okay?"

"Perfect," you laugh and pull yourself away from your best friend, clipping the bandage in the exact manner. You help him lie back against the soft mattress. You pick up the crucible and the tub of water as you stand up. 

"Y/N," Minho calls out for you and you turn, your head gliding against the joint and your eyebrows rising up in question.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," he smiles, eyes closed and face so soft that you do want to hold it.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me, doofus. What would I have done had you not been there? You are my knight in shining armour now."

You laugh but your heart is furiously beating against your chest, thrumming against it so loudly that you can hear the beats. Your cheeks flush with heat and you look away, mumbling, "It's nothing," and walk away. You close the door quickly and fall against the vast wooden door finally, away from his presence and you hold the bowls close to you.

Fuck. When did your heart start beating this hard for the same man that you once knew as the stupid five year old with elephant print trunks? When did your heart start thrumming so loudly against your chest for your only best friend?

Either ways, you are doomed. Inevitably.

Jisung: baby, i think it's about time Changbin: for what? Jisung: you know, how we always said those two should probably fuck Changbin: yeah? Jisung: the sexual tension is too high. can we get it over with already and have them date already? Changbin: you've been trying this forever and you failed. Jisung: don't remind me. you're my boyfriend, support me. Changbin: fine! go, sungie!! i love you either way though.

It is exactly three days after the I-exposed-my-cock incident that Lee Minho agrees to go with you to buy the shower curtains. 

"Can't we just buy it online?" He had whined, arms folding against each other as he scrolled through his phone. You stand by the sofa, head shaking in disappointment as you reason back, frustrated, "The material," and you hit his arm. Minho winces. "The material is important. I won't compromise on that. Plus, you promised that you would come with me to buy something that you tore. Isn't that only fair?"

Minho does so. After bargaining with him for one tub full of mint chocolate ice cream that you will never understand why he loves so much. 

That is exactly how you find yourself here in this shop, shopping cart in your hand and Minho by your side.

"We are only buying the shower curtain," you tell him, staring at the half full shopping cart. "So I don't understand why we need all these."

Minho smiles sheepishly at you. He then points at the two tubs of ice cream and says, "One for you, and one for me. I even chose your favorite flavor!" He continues to point at each article and tell why he needs them very articulately and you stand there in surprise before breaking his speech.

"Fine, fine!" You push the cart ahead. "Now let's just go and get what we came here for." Minho follows you, his one hand on the shopping cart handle to keep pace with you. The two of you stop right in front of the array of curtains in different colours, some on display and some packaged and you smile, whispering under your breath, "Tada." Minho looks at you softly, at the small voice of joy that escapes your lips and he just watches you light up in fascination at something as simple as shower curtains.

Fuck, he loves your domesticity.

"Let's take this," Minho announces as he stretches his arms out to hold onto a pretty blue shower curtain. You hold it in between your fingers feeling the texture before announcing, "No."

"But why?" Minho whines, following your footsteps as you hold onto another shower curtain. 

"Because it's polythene," you frown at your best friend. Minho looks at you, confused, his eyebrows furrowing as they look at you like you have grown another pair of hands and legs.

"And so?"

"You could tear it again!"

"It happened once," he sighs, frustrated. "Once. It's not like I'm waiting to fall in the shower, tear the curtain and have you see my dick all the time, babe."

Your cheeks flush at his announcement and the tag he calls you by, your eyes looking away from his pretty face for a split second. Minho shakes his hand, taking a step forward to check a few other shower curtains out when the two of you hear a very familiar voice from behind, in the most professional manner ever.

"Sir, the one you chose is perfect. It is very durable and doesn't stain on contact with water—"

"Han Jisung?" Minho turns, the words of shock leaving his mouth almost instantly. You turn impulsively, eyes wide.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"

"Hey," you narrow your eyes at the other male. "I could file a report for bad customer service about now, Sungie."

He folds his arms and looks at the two of you suspiciously, "What are you guys doing here?" He raises an eyebrow at you, scoffing at you, "Like you would."

"What does it look like we're doing here, Sungie?" You bite back jokingly and Jisung laughs, gaze shifting between the two of you.

"I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair before folding his arms again, his fluorescent yellow uniform crumbling with the shift in his arms. "Is this some sort of a new way to date?"

"We aren't—" You quickly start when Minho pulls a curtain forward and breaks your sentence before you can complete as he asks Jisung, "This isn't polythene, is it?"

"Are you stupid?" Jisung frowns before he laughs. "That's clearly polythene. Minho, dude, you're a chemical engineering student. You have got to be kidding me if you can't identify polythene."

Minho doesn't pay heed to Jisung's words. You, on the other hand, stare at your best friend who walks away from you to examine more shower curtains. Did Lee Minho really ask Jisung, a literature student, whether that was polythene — What in the world?

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" Jisung snaps your attention back to the present. "Are you going to buy shower curtains today?"

"Yeah?"

"But your shower curtains were fine the last time I came home." You understand Jisung's surprise because the last time he did come home was five days back and the shower curtain was in a perfect condition. "What happened?"

You stretch your arms and point at Minho. The very culprit rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows and sighing, voicing in the most dramatic voice you have ever heard Minho take, "Yes, Y/N. Yes, Ji. It's me. I tore the shower curtain because I fell in the shower."

"Ouch," Jisung acknowledges Minho's injury before walking past the two of you and taking a shower curtain. "Here's one. You might like this, Y/N."

"It's not PVC, Sungie."

Jisung wants to hit your head, terribly. Perhaps it's your adamance that is the reason as to why your friendship is this tight and strong but in moments like these, he likes Minho more. Minho stands by the side, arms folded and back resting against the wall as he trusts your judgement.

"Are you not going to tell her anything?"

"She handles all this at home. Give her what she wants, Ji," he laughs, fiddling with a few more shower curtains by his side. Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before mumbling, a soft frustrated groan leaving his lips as he throws his head back, "Definitely a married couple," and takes a few polyvinyl chloride made shower curtains. 

"Here," he presses his lips. "Don't blame me if the designs aren't that great. You don't get that many good designs in PVC. People go for polythene because it's more available."

"PVC doesn't tear and it's easy to clean!"

"Seconding this as a chemical engineering student," Minho chirps in from behind. You and Jisung turn to look at the man who is on his phone currently and shake your head lightly. "What?"

"He remembers his major now!" Jisung clicks his tongue. "All say, praise the Lord."

"I'm agnostic." You frown.

"More reasons for you to say it easily!"

You find a plain one in the ones he showed you and you take it. Jisung smiles finally, mumbling, "You're a frustrating customer."

"Nah," you scoff. Minho pushes himself off the wall as soon as he sees you done with the selection. "I just know what I want exactly. You, on the other hand, sweetheart," you poke his chest and Jisung chuckles. "You're a pathetic salesperson."

"Of course," he laughs the insult away. "I'm a literature student. I should be working in a publishing company as a part timer."

Minho takes the shower curtain from your hand and puts it in the cart by the side. He comes back, throwing his arm over Jisung's shoulder and frowns, "Apparently publishing companies care a lot more about who your parents are than your resume."

"It's just that publishing company," the other male looks down. "I'll try applying for another one soon."

"Do you want to grab a drink at our place tonight?"

"Can I?"

"Sure," Minho agrees. He drops his arm from Jisung's shoulder and holds the cart handle back, pushing it forward slightly. You take big strides to stand by Minho's side, also holding the handle slightly. Jisung raises his eyebrows at the two of you and with a smile that you don't think twice about, Jisung laughs.

"I'm coming over tonight."

"Sure," you throw your thumbs up at him, stretching your arm. Minho smiles softly at you, his eyes lingering a little longer at your happy figure and he feels his heart beat a little quicker at your sight. Your hair strands framing your face so beautifully, eyes shining the minute you find the exact thing you've had in your mind and your lips curving upwards in joy. 

Lee Minho finds the calmness that spring brings him every year in him all over again with you by his side.

"Bring the soju. Beer is on us!"

Jisung: binnie, binnie!! Changbin: yes, baby? Jisung: i think i have a plan. Changbin: let them be, babe. Jisung: we let them be all these years! they pinned after each other without even knowing and we had to see that painfully! Changbin: i guess you make a valid point there Jisung: is it going to rain today? Changbin: it's been raining for the last few days, sungie. it could. just because i study geography as my minor doesn't mean i can forecast weather. hey! Jisung: fine~ i'm going to get them to confess tonight 👀 Changbin: don't mess up. istg Jisung: trust me 🥺 Changbin: i do. more than ever ❤️

Jisung reaches your doorstep at sharp nine. With two bottles of soju in his hands, you see the stains of the droplets of rain falling onto his shoulder. 

It is drizzling for now and you worry if it is to rain heavily in a few minutes as the forecast mentioned. You hate the thunder. You hate how the weather changes drastically and worsens to a point that it frightens you and makes you anxious. It's a phobia you have managed to hide from everyone for fears of being treated weaker.

Jisung makes himself at home. He always has. He places the soju bottles on the kitchen countertop and Minho smiles to himself as he walks towards the point where Jisung has happily seated himself. Minho and you are on the other end of the counter while Jisung sits on the adjustable chair, swirling in it before stopping and facing you, Minho and the bottles of soju before him.

"Did it finally hit him?"

"I think?" You whisper back.

"I'm right here!" Jisung yells and you smile. Minho pulls the chair from under the counter and sits himself opposite the other male, pressing his lips together and trying to not laugh. He opens the bottle of soju after shaking it and hitting it against his elbow for a while. It clinks open, the metal hitting the glass before falling onto the table and you watch the two, as Minho pours a drink for Jisung.

He downs it in one go, letting out a loud sigh before stretching his arms and demanding a second one.

"Go easy, Sungie. You have the whole night."

"I don't," he huffs. "Now, please."

Minho pours it again before looking at you and you shake your head to indicate that you wouldn't mind a few. You grab hold of one of the empty cups on the counter before stretching your arm too. Minho laughs – a soft chuckle, so airy and light that you find yourself holding your breath for a small second there – and he pours you your drink. 

You twirl your drink, watching the liquid glide against the surface of the cup. Your best friend gets up and walks a little into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a box of leftovers of fried chicken that you bought a few days ago. He pulls open the microwave to heat it and as he waits, he turns to look back at Jisung and asks him finally.

"Do you want me to drop a word to my uncle?"

"About?"

"He heads the Cheongsam Publication," Minho reveelas, pulling out the chicken from the microwave. He places it before the two of you and almost like you and Jisung were zoomed in, in an American sitcom, both of you gasp dramatically.

"Am I really your best friend?" Jisung yells and you narrow your eyes at Minho. Faking tears in his eyes, he persists in questioning,  "Do I not matter to you, Minho?"

"Why are you rooming with me when you could possibly afford a whole room on your own?"

"Yes, Jisung," Minho sighs and sits back on his chair. You bend forward, arms folded against the table as you stare at your best friend in betrayal. "Also, Y/N, don't you love having me around?"

He laughs and rests his head on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to stiffen them in response. Your eyes drift to the left, trying to not make it overtly obvious that Minho's sudden reaction has taken you by surprise. Your eyes land forward on Jisung who looks at you as if he knew this all along, as if he wanted exactly this. The man has a goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

Jisung downs two more shots and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, mumbling, "Slow the fuck down. No one's chasing you."

"Yeah, my goddamn plan," he mumbles before coughing and taking another. Minho sits up straight, finally lifting his head from your shoulder. He stretches his arm to pat Jisung's shoulder in comfort.

"I'll drop a word."

"Now, don't you dare go and say that you want to earn it and all that bullshit," you sigh. "It's the fucking Republic Of Korea. Nepotism is the norm."

"Not planning on saying that," Jisung glares at you. Clearly, Jisung is slightly tipsy, having been the only person to keep drinking. You and Minho opt to just watch over Jisung for the night. Your best friend puckers his lips in Minho's direction and blowing kisses, he says, "I love you, Minho."

"Changbin wouldn't like you saying that to another man though," you scoff and Jisung flips you the middle finger before downing one more and standing up. The thunder rattles the three of you exactly then and you grip the table, face turning pale instantly. Minho's attention darts to you quickly in concern.

"You okay?" You hum in response, unconvincingly though to Minho whose gaze lingers on you in worry for just a while more. That is, till Jisung rips it away by dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and playing the damsel in distress as he gasps so loudly, staring at the big window.

"It's raining heavily," he sighs and you shudder, afraid of another thunderstorm as you grip tightly on the side of the table.

"So?" Minho asks, both eyebrows raised at the man before him, looking at the two of you with doe eyes.

"I'm staying over, thanks," he rushes and runs to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and latching it and you and Minho stare at each other. As soon as the realisation of what could happen dawns over you, you rush to your closed bedroom, fists banging against the wooden door.

"Yah, Han Jisung," you turn to look at Minho who watches you in amusement. "Open the fucking door."

"No. I don't want to go back home in the rain. You and Minho can share the bed. I am never opening the door. Good night."

"What the fuck? Yah, Sungie, stop acting like a child. Open the door now." You hear no response. "Sungie? Answer me. Open the door please." Minho walks over to you, and tries knocking too, in vain however because Jisung has no plans to open the door.

You look at Minho, the man slightly towering you as he stands by your side and you gasp. You had to share the bed with the same man you just realised you could, perhaps, have developed feelings for?

"Fuck."

Jisung: it finally seems to be working, binnie! luck's on my side this time. Changbin: oh baby. just please don't be disappointed if it doesn't work out this time either. Jisung: i won't be because it's definitely going to work out. eeeee! i'm so excited! 

Another thunderstorm ripples through the air.

Your heart beats quicker in anxiety, eyes squeezing shut as you grip tightly on the pillow, a light whimper leaving your lips. You feel the mattress shuffling underneath you and in the next minute, your ears are covered by Minho's hands. You stiffen as he edges closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as his palm pressed against your pinna, covering your ear completely to protect you from the loud sounds of the thunder.

"Minho, what—"

His hand on your right ear slightly shifts to the side as he bends forward to whisper into your ear, to amplify the sounds enough as a way to distract you.

"You never ever told me you were scared of thunderstorms."

Lee Minho is way too close to you to think straight. You feel his body pressed against your back, heat radiating from him to you through your oversized hoodie. His breath is harsh against your skin as he leans close to whisper into your ear. And all this in an attempt to forget the thunderstorm.

So far, it's working like magic. 

Your voice is almost small when you inform him, "We never happened to be in the same place during one," and Minho swears to God, he could lose it completely. All the self control to not confess and take you there is so ready to be shoved out of the window that all he can do is try and focus on worrying about your fears.

"I'll protect you," he mumbles so softly that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are bright in the soft lights in his room and as he lies by your side, so close that you can hear his heart that beats faster and his breath that is shallow, your lips part and you watch him.

You are fully justified for falling in love with this man. 

A man that tells you he'd protect you from your fears, god alone knows how, but the fact that they don't seem like empty words. A man that you know like the back of your hand and the same man that seems to have protected you all throughout your life, even if you have done the same. It was inevitable. Falling for Lee Minho is inevitable.

And that's why you kiss him. Because you're in love with him so badly that all you can zero in is him, him, him.

Your lips press against his, so softly for a split second. As if you are unsure. As if you know you could be ruining years of friendship over something the two of you could consider a mistake. 

You kiss him and suddenly it's the only thing that matters to you right now. Him, him, him. Your lips are slow and soft against him. It is almost as if you are reminding yourself that there has been nothing more morbidly right than this. To fall in love with your best friend. Minho's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.

It is just a second of a kiss and with Minho so stiff by your side, you panic, and ramble. "I'm sorry. I should have thought it could be unrequited. I like you and I should have asked—”

Minho crashes his lips on yours, so quickly that it takes your breath away and cuts your sentence in half, but you don't care. He pulls you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your pink ones. You let out a small gasp as you deepen the kiss, running your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you. It is just you and him in this small room. Just you and him in focus. You can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute. That it has always been beating for you.

Minho presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth, tongue chasing after yours. Minho kisses you like he has finally achieved the greatest thing ever and he never wants to let it go. Minho kisses like he loves you and you feel it. You feel every ounce of it.

Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. Playing with the ends of his roots, you suck on his lower lips before he pulls away and finally tells you, "I've always been in love with you, Y/N. Always."

Kissing you again, his thumb digs into the skin by your jaw as he delves deeper, as if he never wants to let you go. The air in the room heats up when your hand moves under his shirt, feeling his muscles under your skin and you moan against his lips. Minho lets go of your lips only to kiss the side of it and then your cheeks and then your jugular before he is littering kisses all over your neck. You moan explicitly, gripping on him and slightly grinding on his thigh. You feel your core heating up, arousal sticking to your panties and all you can think is,

“I want you.”

Minho swears to God that he has always loved confident women but when you shattered right before him and built your confidence right back up — that is the hottest thing he swears he has seen. That, and the fact that you had always been hot before his eyes.

“Really?” Minho lifts himself up and hovers on top of you.

“Really,” you decide to respond before you cup his face and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him in for a kiss just yet. Your eyes zero on him, trying to cancel out the loud thunderstorms in the background and just focus on the man before you that you love, that you've been in love unknowingly for a while. 

You just hold his face and learn. You try to remember every single detail of his face that you never focussed on before.

You realise over again that his eyes are your favourite thing. They are black as charcoal and yet still shimmer as if stars are trapped and enclosed beneath them. And when he narrows them to look at you with a daze, your heart throbs and you gulp. They make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.

You know his skin is soft as you touch. As creamy and velvety as they are, you can't stop touching him. 

His mouth is a pretty shade of coral, plump and pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. You wonder how you haven't driven yourself to kiss him yet. All these years.

Everything about his face is soft and delicate, that is till he turns a little to the side and angles it perfectly, his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the distinct manly cut that makes your mouth dry and your heart beat faster. 

“You are perfect,” you gulp, your eyes back on him and Minho smiles widely. His warm breath caresses your face and his forehead is pressed against yours immediately.

“You know what else is perfect, baby?”

“No,” your voice is airy, even though you already know what he is going to say. You know it and yet the thought causes your heart to skip a bit, and flutter a lot in your chest.

“You and everything you have to offer. You are not average. You are one of the most perfect women I've seen in my whole life, Y/N,” he says. As soon as the words spill from his mouth, your lips are on his, claiming his mouth, the same ones that whispered into your ear that there is nothing to be afraid when he's right there by your side.

He gasps loudly as your hands leave his face and move to his hair to pull him down towards you — you need him so close to you. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a lot forward and gladly welcome the intrusion of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses and those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs. 

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.

“Minho,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. You fear getting too addicted to this human – more than you already are – to a point where you need to be attached to him by the hip, to never let go of him.

Minho's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. 

His hand moves from your clothed arse to under your hoodie, hand pressed against your back as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and god, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smiles widely and you think it's cute. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.

You nod your head to signal yes. You hold your breath and your eyes flutter shut, awaiting him and his warmth.

Minho's kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, that you want to pull him in and suck the life out of him and yet, at the same time, it is precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.

It makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. 

Your heart is beating quicker than ever in your chest, against your ribs, and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but to heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Minho is something you desperately want to hold onto in your life. He knows your secrets, your everything. He knows what you like and how you like it. He seems to know everything and the thought of letting him go aches your heart and constraints your throat with a sob you wouldn't dare to let out. You want him to be completely yours.

And these thoughts turn you desperate. They force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own. To make him yours.

Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the way his mouth moves over yours, arching further into him. You groan into his mouth and his grip on your back tightens instantly.

“I want you so much, Minho,” you whimper against him after your lips part from his. You lick your lips and gaze at him with your partially closed eyes. “So fucking much.”

“Then, have me. Take me,” Minho purrs against your exposed skin. In a minute, he pulls the oversized hoodie over you, leaving you in just your undergarments as he discards it to the side. His mouth moves over the skin above your breasts and his hand traces the bra you are wearing. He gazes at it and mumbles before latching his mouth back on your skin, “You are so fucking beautiful. Always have been.”

You gleam in pride and your body arches at the contact of his mouth on your skin. Your hands are on the side of his face as you pull him away.

“Can I?”

“Have me? Yes. Completely,” he smiles. He wonders if you are confident. That's all that he hopes when you look at him so unsure and so doubtingly. 

You wet your lips again quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air. Your hands immediately rush to his top, roughly pushing it above. Minho helps you out and pulls it completely away. You are blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his glowing skin. You want to touch, feel, have a complete experience. You want Minho to remind you of everything you are missing out on.

Your lips attack his neck in a hurry, all rough and passionate on his tender, soft skin, blooming red roses that turn purple against it. You repeat your actions till he’s softly moaning out your name, almost purring them out that you feel yourself becoming slicker. His hands on your back pull you closer and into him so that you won’t stop tainting his flesh and slowly, his soul, in the best ways possible.

Minho whines and sighs and grunts for you. He doesn't hold himself back as his lips leave appreciation for who you are. He closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane. 

You know you should not but you can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. You desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him, but you know it would most probably be the other way round. Minho allows you to take control occasionally but you know he wants the lead. He wants to be the one to break you apart and pull you back together. 

He pulls back from you, his hands leaving your back and resting on either of your sides. Minho's dark hair brushes over his crescent lidded eyes and nearly shields the hungry, desperate gaze of them. His hand plays with the strap of your panties as his gaze flickers between affection and lust. He cocks his head to the side before asking, “You do want this, right?”

You nod, hoping it would be enough and that he would resume.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, baby,” he firmly says and you gulp.

“Yes, yes. Minho, fuck, I want this. I need this,” you whine, your eyes glassy, as you grip his forearm to lift yourself up and grate and move against the evident bulge on his jeans. 

Minho merely needs that verbal confirmation. He pulls away your panties, resting on your hips and you groan. Still hovering above you and his hands over your pubic mound, his fingers trail lower and you tug at your lower lip in anticipation. Easily, he finds your clit, and begins to rub in slow, languid, lazy motion, up and down, waiting for the moan he so loves to hear from you to spill from your mouth. He grins when he hears those little whimpers and you feel your legs lose mobility from the pleasure he brings you with just a flick of his finger. 

Your back slightly arches off the soft mattress upon the bed when his finger leaves your clit to draw a line up your wet slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he can before slipping his glistening fingers out to admire them in the light. Your cheeks taint pink in embarrassment.

“Fuck,” Minho moans, taking his coated finger into his mouth to suck your juices from it. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting the sweetest aphrodisiac ever known and your lips part at this sight. Lee Minho looks irresistible and you want him, completely.

“God,” he groans. Minho slides himself down your body until he’s in level with your pussy. His eyes gazed at it in sheer adoration and your hand slapped against your mouth. He takes two fingers to spread your lips apart for a better view. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”

You wail as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your fold, making you whine his name out loud. The way you plead for him, beg for him, grind down on his teasing fingers, all set a fire inside you. This has been what you had been craving for so long. The ability of this man to cloud your thoughts and set your body on fire makes you yearn for him even more.

“Minho,” you cry out, whimpering underneath him. “Fingers. I need you. Please, Minho.”

You gasp, your voice airy, when the tip of his finger tentatively slips into you while your fingers dig at his shoulders between your thighs. “Minho, I want you. I just really want you. I need to feel you. Please.”

He drags his finger out of you before you clutch onto him, feeling the need to be overwhelmed. He presses his thumb on your clit and a whimper leaves your mouth. 

“Minho.” And he slides his digit in again almost as if on cue. He pumps his finger in and out of you as his thumb harshly rubs circles on your clit. Your hand leaves your mouth and grabs your hair as the other digs further into his shoulder. 

His mouth leaves hot air against the skin covering your acetabulum and you shudder. His lips graze from there till your thigh before biting on them, sucking them deliriously and leaving you as a whimpering mess.

“Minho, fuck!” You scream, your fingers grabbing your hair to hold control of your body. 

“That's it, baby,” he says against the skin of your thighs. “How I've wanted those beautiful lips to scream out my name from when I've felt them.”

Minho adds another finger and your eyes are screwed shut as he curls them within you and you gasp at the feeling of being widened. You are elated and you feel your arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubs your inside and your clitoris faster and you push your hips towards him, moving with his pace. Minho is also leaving beautiful purple marks in a trail on your thigh and you gape in awe.

You find it all too much. Your emotions are all over the place and your hormones rise up. The movement of his fingers inside you and around your clit, his lips attacking your erogenous spots, kissing, biting and licking short stripes on them. It finally gets to you and you scream his name out in pleasure. Your first orgasm comes crashing down upon you, blinding you. You release all over his fingers and Minho helps you ride out your high as he drags his finger repeatedly but this time, slower than what had been. 

Your head lifts up and hits the pillow slightly as it tilts away. Minho moves upwards, hovering over your face and smiles. You smile back. You are so happy and you do not know how to put it into words.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks?”

“For what?” He looks at you quizzically. 

“That was my first orgasm in months now that wasn't brought about by my own fingers,” you smile wearily and Minho leans forwards and kisses your forehead.

"Should have come to me," he laughs.

"Didn't know if I'd be ruining our friendship."

"Pfft," he scoffs, before kissing you again, his lips gliding against yours and piecing in as if they were always meant to be against yours. "I've been in love with you forever."

"Took me a while to know my own feelings," you mumbles. “Also,” you continue, hoping he listens to your request. “Can I . . . ride you?”

Minho is stunned. There are so many things about you that stuns him and maybe it's the way you try to take control that make you look so much hotter before his eyes. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you plead. “If that is not a bother to you.”

“Why would it? Your wish is my command, but only for this night. Next time, my love, we do this my way,” he teases and winks and your core throbs at his words.

Minho pulls himself away from your body, pulling his shirt over his head and his denim down and away. As he flings his clothes aside and relaxes against the mattress, his cock springs free against his stomach, leaking with milky precum. You sit up beside the space Minho has taken over and watch him and his cock deliriously and lustfully.

You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You’re really doing this. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Minho, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Minho notices.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, sensing your reluctance and worry. He pushes back the stray hair falling over your eyes. “You're doing wonderful, babygirl. You are finally all mine. What a pretty girl and all to myself now."

You nod, biting down on your lower lip, and tugging at it harshly, cheeks heating up at his words, arousal gushing out as you look down before aligning with his cock. You want this. You needed this release.

As your folds, dripping with thick, sticky arousal, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you moaning out his name, gasping and panting for air, “Fuck, Minho.”

You rock your hips into him, trying this as you picture it to be, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick length. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord.

As much as Minho wants to give you complete power over this, it isn't like him and he wishes he could be better. Minho takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Minho,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and you feel sad.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Minho, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. You are glad he is helping you out because you know you could not have done it on your own after having just ridden out your high.

The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you. 

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the second time that night. Minho’s finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. Minho knows how to make a woman putty in his hands and you are a living witness of this.

“Are you going to come?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, you feel so good, Minho.” You lean forward and the motion causes Minho to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Minho, fuck. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

“Then, come.”

Minho moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Babygirl, oh fuck. Come all over my cock.”

Minho’s other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find their place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and his eyes flicker a mischief that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Minho’s cock tightly.

Minho learns that your dirty liking for choking is incredibly hot. Seeing you like this is what he knows would get him to come when you are not around. Your fucked out expression as you gasp for air makes Minho plunge into you harder and you choke harder.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Minho's waist, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him. 

“Hey,” you say and smile. 

Minho kisses your forehead and then, the peak of your nose, and finally, kisses your lips, softly. It isn't lustful or anything. Just plain passion seeping from him to you. You feel his admiration and an emotion you fear to mistake for love. He pulls away and smiles, “Hey, beautiful.”

He comes closer and licks the side of your neck, where he had wrapped his fingers out. The one fantasy that you are so in love with. He peppers soft kisses around it and mumbles an apology. 

“No,” you quickly stop him. “That was everything. I— I really like you." Pausing, the thought crashes your head, post your high and you mumble, "Fuck, I fell in love with my best friend." 

You nuzzle into his chest after he pulls back, your arms wrapping around his body as you calm yourself. Minho chuckles into your ear, "Yes, yes. You clearly did. What do we do now?"

"Take responsibility." You mumble as you slowly find yourself feeling sleepy. Your eyes are slowly drooping and your voice lowers in tone, words drifting away almost, “You better take responsibility for my feelings and take care of me.”

“It'd truly be my honour,” Minho mumbles, lifting you slowly to push his one arm beneath your neck. He uses the other hand to push your hair away from your face. Kissing your forehead, lips lingering for a while, he smiles to himself, laughing slightly as he asks you, "Was the schlong good?”

You laugh softly, snuggling into his chest, fist against it as you try to fall asleep, thunderstorms long forgotten. Kissing his chest, you giggle, "Best ever schlong I have ever had, baby. All mine to keep now."

Jisung: can you pick me up? Changbin: this late? Jisung: i just wanted them to confess. not fuck like bunnies. useless fact i learnt today: they are both loud in bed. Changbin: i'm laughing off the bed literally!!! also!!! Jisung: yeah? Changbin: and they were roommates! Jisung: god, they were roommates. 🙄❤️

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You packed Eris clothes up in her little backpack as she sat playing on her new purple tablet, Aizawa was sitting behind her, putting her hair in two small pig tails.

"Are you sure you packed enough clothes? I don't want here to get there and not have enough" Shota asked watching you pack, "Yes Shota, she'll only be gone for 5 days it'll be fine," you answered zipping up the bag and setting it aside.

Aizawa sighed ,"I know im just worried," he said tying the ponytail in place, "Hey Eri go get your shoes on ok?" You asked her, she nodded jumping off the chair and running off to her room. You came up behind Shota putting your chin on his shoulder "She'll be ok my love," you reassured him he leaned back against you closing his eyes, "Plus it's our 10 year anniversary my love, we deserve to celebrate," he nodded before a loud ring came the front door prompting you to pull away from each other.

"He must be here c'mon," you said grabbing Eri's bags and walking towards the door. You opened it revealing Hizashi with his classic smile ,"Hey there (Y/n) i'm here for the kid!" You smiled, "Hello Hizashi, shell be right out and thanks again for taking care of her we appreciate it," you said sincerely.

"Oh its nothing plus you two deserve to have 'fun' for your anniversary, hmmm~" he said with a knowing smirk.

"That's enough now," Shota said carrying Eri in his hands, he handed her over to Hizashi while she was still on her tablet he also handed her the backpack. "Now you remember the rules," Aizawa asked, "Yeah yeah, bed at 8, not too many sweets blah blah blah, its fine don't worry~" he mocked smiling.

"And not too much tablet time," Aizawa added. Hizashi nodded, "Yes yes you can count on me" you walked up to Eri and kissed her head, "be good for uncle ok?" She simply nodded.

"Good, daddy loves you," you smiled she smiled back hugging you goodbye.

Aizawa did the same and you two waved goodbye standing on the porch as they drove away, you saw Shotas face and he looked slightly worried, "don't worry my love she'll be ok," you smiled hugging his waist he nodded leaning into you, you kissed his neck softly before leading him into the house.

~skip to the horny~

Aizawa put on the final part of his outfit before looking at himself in the full body mirror for a moment as you waited for him outside on the bed completely nude except for your underwear.

Aizawa saw how the fabric fit his body frame beautifully exposing his body except for his sensitive parts. He was very embarrassed but he love it, and he knew you would like it. He stepped out of the restroom in the clothing seeing you sit up when you saw what he was wearing. "Well this is surprise," you said watching his hips sway as he walked towards you.

He crawled towards you and sat himself down onto your lap placing his hands around your neck. "It's a special day so i got it just for you," Shota said leaning in to kiss your lips. You softly kissed each other before he leaned into whisper in your ear, "Wanna see the best part?"

Nodding with a dumb ass smile on your face he leaned back putting his weight on his palms. Moving his hips he showed his ass where there was a hole completely showing his ass hole.

"Wow that's definitely a surprise," you said your eyes widening since Shota never really brought anything like this, specially by himself. You were usually buying all the toys and sometimes when you were feeling horny you would shop for sexy lingerie for you gorgeous husband. You kissed his neck leaving wet kisses all over his jaw and neck, he sighed in content closing his eyes leaning his head back loving the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Wrapping your hands around his waist you pulled him closer to your body, "(Y/n)..." he let out a soft whisper moving his hips gently against yours.

You let out a low hum kissing up his neck, he put his head back down to face you when you pulled away from him. Aizawa leaned in forward to meet his lips with yours then pulled away biting your lower lip teasingly, letting go of your bottom lip he kissed you again, you pushed your tongue into his mouth his tongue meeting yours.

Kissing each other softly you pulled away to catch your breaths then dove back in even rougher than before, your tongues pushing against each other perfectly.

Shota pulled away from you suddenly noticing how you leaned in further trying to kiss him again making him laugh quietly, he gave your lips a peck and saw a small trail of saliva leave your mouth and down to your chin, he smirked wiping it away with his thumb.

Shota put his hand in your hair and tugged making you let out a groan, he teasingly grinded against your covered dick with his slightly exposed one making you both let out soft pants and groans.

The more you two grinded up against each other the harder you felt your boners get, growing and growing by the second before he stopped making you confused. He removed his arms from your neck moving off of you to the side of you then he positioned himself on top of your chest where his ass was facing you directly his legs on both sides of your body trying not put too much weight on your.

The fabric on his ass made him all the more beautiful with the way it framed his exposed ass hole (I can never find the right word for asshole/dick)

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks but you felt the familiar rope suddenly tie your hands in a tight hold making you unable to move at all. "You can look but you can't touch," he said letting out a teasing chuckle as he saw you try and pull at the scarf while staring at his ass.

Shota looked back in front of him where you covered boner was, he pulled them down making your dick spring out excitedly, "Wow your really horny hmm?" he said wrapping his fingers around it.

He pushed his hair back from face and leaned forward making his ass pop out more in your face, he gave small licks to your tip before taking it into your mouth sucking your red tip moving his hand up and down on the rest.

"Shit, wait Shota~" you groaned feeling yourself become sensitive with him just sucking the tip of your dick.

You tried to move your hips up so that he would take more of you into his mouth but his other hand held you down and the restraints limited your body movement. The more his wet tongue licked the tip of your dick and his hand jacked you off the hotter you could feel your lower body get.

"Shota, Shota~" you whispered his name, he knew you were about the cum by the way your dick twitched in his hold and by the way pre cum dripped from your tip into his mouth.

He sucked harder making you groan loudly pulling roughly on the scarf that held your arms from your beautiful husbands ass, just sitting there teasing you even more. You felt your self about to cum so you tried your best to move your hips, "Cumming Shota, fuckk~ wait!~" he didn't even slow down but went faster sucking even harder and right when you were about to cum he suddenly took you all into his mouth making you let out a choked moan cumming inside of his mouth.

He stayed there licking your tip before pulling off of you some cum falling onto your dick, he kissed the tip of your dick before leaning back up.

"Wow you came a lot, is it from my ass?" he asked looking back at your face all red and sweaty, you didn't answer just trying to regain your breath but you did nod slightly.

"Cute," he said moving off of your body again to turn himself back around to face you, he examined your face seeing how you panted with a red hot and sweat dropping from your head, he loved it.

Seeing your face like that made his boner even harder,  "Are you ready (Y/n)? I already stretched myself in the bathroom," you nodded, "Please Shota~" you mumbled looking up him, he reached his hand behind him taking a hold of your dick. He moved his hand a couple of times making you nice and hard again.

Aizawa squatted over you flexing his muscles and positions your cock into his loose asshole, he pushed your sensitive tip in before taking a breath and pushing the rest in.

He sat there with you inside of him looking down at you, "You feel warm Shota," you mumbled looking up at him with side smile, he laughed leaning down to kiss your lips. Moving his hips slowly grinding down on your dick making you mouth moan a little.

Leaning away he lifted his hips up then bringing them back down , "Mmm~" he moaned repeating this action even faster fucking himself on tip of your cock. His hot walls wrapped around your cock perfectly making it hard not to orgasm right there, looking up at Aizawa's pleasured face you could tell he was trying his best not to let out his loud erotic moans.

Your eyebrows and teeth clenched together in frustration from not being able to touch your handsome husbands body, Shota noticed your facial expression and decided to be nice.

"You wanna touch me right, maybe if you ask nicely I'll let you," he smirked stopped his bouncing to grinding down on you making you moan together from the over stimulation, "Please untie me, Shota, please~" You begged thrusting up into him to persuade him. He hummed pretending to think but he couldn't say no when you asked so politely, he leaned forward untying the scarf by hand to make you wait a little longer.

When you felt the restrains off of your hands you bought them forward groping your husbands ass roughly, you thrusted up into him before he could lean back down making his body jolt as he let out a loud moan.

You continued lifting his ass up still fondling it roughly continuing to thrust up into his loose ass, Shota moved his hands to your shoulder once he regained his balance and helped to lift himself up and down. "Oh f-f-fuckkk!~" he moaned loudly his eyes opened wide with drool falling from his pretty lips, his hair framing his pretty little face.

You moved one of your hands off of his ass and up his back to his hair tangling your fingers in his long black locks and tugged roughly making his head go back.

His tongue shot out of his mouth as small tears made there way in his eyes, his eyes going wider, one thing about Shota he loved having his hair pulled the slight pain was nothing but extreme pleasure for him.

"A-ahhhhh~! ah! yes (Y/n)~!" he moaned out his nails digging into your shoulder making it hurt but you didn't care too in the moment to notice. "I'm gonna c-cum! I'm gonna cumm~! Fuck~" Shota moaned a small wet patch forming in his black underwear though only barely visible.

Wow that's hot, you thought to yourself thrusting up into him before unloading inside of him letting out a loud moan and groan.

You grinded him down onto your dick before stopping to catch your breaths, "Fuck (y/n)," he laughed breathlessly making you smile at your beautiful husband. You moved to lay him down pulling out in the process making him groan, he plopped on the mattress looking up you with his watery eyes, "Come on baby this ain't over we still have all night," you smirked moving between his thighs, "Pfft I know," he responded pulling you down by your neck to kiss you.

As you shared a rough passionate you re positioned yourself and thrusted into Aizawa making him let out a small choked moan into the kiss but he didn't pull away.

You did holding his waist as you pounded into him hitting his prostate dead on, Aizawa squeezed his eyes shut focusing on your cock hitting his prostate with so much force. "I l-love you (Y/n)!~" he moaned tossing his head back into the pillows below him, you smiled, "I love you too Shota~" you groaned leaning down and biting his neck smacking noises filling the room along with moans of pleasure.

You trailed down leaving kisses where you had left hickies earlier, you looked down and saw Shotas cock pushing up against the underwear that confined it.

You moved one of your hands down pushing the panties down letting his cock pop out exposed in all its glory, "Ngh!" he moaned feeling his cock hit the air.

Taking his thighs into your hand you squeezed it roughly pushing them up to where you knew he could handle it, getting a better angle you hit his prostate with ease making Shota nearly see stars as his body shook.

"Fuck, yes! yes!~" he screamed out tears falling freely, his hands were on your hands trying to hold onto something to steady himself but every thrust just made his body shake roughly.

He squeezed your hands that were placed on his thighs when he felt his body becoming too hot for him to handle, "(Y/n)~! please I'm gonna cum!~ harder!" he screamed looking up you the best he could with lust filled eyes and his tongue out of his mouth. You put your head down sticking your tongue out and pushing it into his mouth capturing his loud moans with yours, drool leaked from in between your mouths.

You both moaned together looking into each others eyes, feeling yourself about to cum and Shota being close you thrusted faster , pulling away from the kiss you both let out a final moan feeling orgasmic pleasure together as you came inside of him once more.

Cum squirted out of Shotas slit going on both of your naked bodies, "(Y/n)! f-fuck!~ yesss!~" he screamed with his eyes widened as his body convulsed aggressively then he finally went weak.

You both panted as you plopped down next your husband who was still on cloud nine, his face showing how mind fucked he was. He finally regained his breath but was still weak and drowzy so you pulled him into your arms, "(Y/n) dirty..." he mumbled to which you hummed in agreement picking him up to the restroom with you where you set up the warm bath for both of you.

You placed him on your lap and though it was slightly uncomfortable you didn't care, you were cleaning up your husband as he layed on your chest closing his sleepy eyes.

"We still have a lot more celebrating to do," you said smiling at him, "I can't wait," he mumbled with a genuine smile finally falling asleep.

You let him sleep as you cleaned him up then bought him into bed where you had changed the sheets for him. Stretching your arms you got down under the blanket holding his body in yours closing your eyes letting sleep take you before a ringing came from your nightstand.

Picking it up you saw it was Hizashi calling so you answered, "Whats up?" you said, "Hey man how was the first night or am I interrupting something?" he joked, you laughed "Well Shota passed out," you said. "Nice." 

So many people wanted Aizawa it was crazy

[ragingbookdragon]

She's A Bird! She's A Plane! She's...Spiderwoman?

Justice League x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: IDK where this came from but I was watching ITSV, so...there's that. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“This is your fault,” Barry griped, hacking away at the glowing fauna with the makeshift machete—in reality it was just a really big stick that had a really sharp rock tied to the end. “I told you our trajectory was off and what did you do? You said, ‘I’m Hal Jordan, the greatest pilot in the world. Watch my big head crash us on an alien planet where our central battery gets displaced during the impromptu crash land and thrown miles from our position’.”

“Do you want some cheese with all that whine, Bar?” Hal asked, an unimpressed scowl on his face as he illuminated their footpath. “It’s not my fault the orbital windspeeds were faster than the sensors picked up on. Blame the tech, not me.”

“That sounds like you’re just trying to pass off the blame,” he shot back, swiping down at another vine that wriggled like a dying snake and spat out fluorescent blue liquid on the broken end. “Y’know? Like you do best?”

“Seriously, find a better thing to do than complain, Flash. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than blaming each other.”

“Each other? I didn’t do anything! This was all you!” Barry spun on Hal and glared at him.

They glowered at each other when a clicking sound echoed above them and they both jumped a foot in the air, spinning back-to-back as they looked around in every direction, up and down and side to side.

“What the hell was that?” Hal worried.

“I don’t know,” Barry replied, just as concerned. “It sounded like clacking.”

“That did not sound like a chicken.”

“Clacking, Hal, not clucking.”

“Same thing,” he retorted, lifting his arm in the air, shining a bright green light amongst the glowing red treetops. A bunch of branches, neon red leaves and purple flowers, a darting limb—a darting limb?

Hal shifted the light back, jolting Barry’s shoulder in the process. “What is it?”

“There’s something above us,” he whispered, watching with cautious eyes as something shifted on the main branch of the tree, the outline of a dark head coming out, just enough to catch the edge of their bright gold eye. “It’s watching us.”

The something shifted back into cover, the clacking sounding once more, then the treetop ruffled, dropping red and purple fauna on the two men as it jumped to another tree. Hal tried to follow it, but it was too fast for his eyes; the only thing it left behind though was a string of long white webbing, hanging down from the blue tree branch. And Hal being the idiot he was, decided to touch it to see if he could figure out what it was, and only managed to get it all over his hands.

He pouted, trying to pull apart his hands. “It’s sticky.”

Barry let out a long and heavy sigh, placing one hand at the small of his best friend’s back, the other holding the machete. “Come on, dumb-dumb. Let’s go find that thing again.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of how the survivors live? I know we’re white, but I didn’t think we were that white.” He was half tempted to see if he could gnaw the webbing with his teeth. “This shit isn’t coming off.”

“Here,” Barry said, vibrating his hand as fast as he could and to Hal’s surprise, the webbing cut, falling to the ground.

“Thanks!” he chirped, holding his arm out again to shine his ring. “What do you think that thing was?”

“Alien lifeform.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The alien world?”

“I’ve just about had it with you,” Barry growled, cutting through another rough patch of vines. As the path cleared, they stepped out of the heavily forested area to see one older tree in the center of the circle. It rested atop what looked like an ancient cave, the rocks crumbling around the front.

“I’m not going in there,” Hal immediately stated. “You couldn’t pay me all the money the US owes in debt to go in there. Fuck that.”

“You’re such a big baby,” Barry chuckled, walking up to the entrance; it was about the twelve feet high and ten feet wide, big enough for the two of them to walk in. “Come on. It went in here.”

“Barry, please! Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Hal begged. “You should be more worried!”

“Hal, if it wanted to hurt us, it would’ve done so already.”

“Or maybe it’s luring us to our deaths!” he countered, even though he was following Barry into the cave.

There was more webbing along the walls of the cave, swirling around patterns of purple and blue. The farther they walked the stickier it got, and at one point, they were struggling to lift their feet off the cave floor to take the next step.

“Christ, what is this stuff?” Hal asked and Barry bent down, poking at the webbing.

“It’s like spider webbing, but stickier and stronger.” He vibrated his hand to dislodge it from the strings, then did it around Hal’s feet. “You might wanna float for now. I’ll vibrate my feet to keep from sticking.”

“Good idea,” Hal agreed, lifting a few inches off the ground. “Do you think the lifeform is intelligent?”

“Intelligent us or just intelligent?”

“Intelligent us.”

“Anything’s possible. It seemed sentient so I believe it’s probably intelligent.”

“What do you define as intelligent, Barry?” Hal questioned and the forensic scientist hummed.

“If it’s capable of calculus it’s intelligent.”

“Really? If it can do math homework you think it’s worthy?”

“Calculus is a difficult skill. You need the ability to think and to calculate in order to solve and understand it. That requires sentience and intellige—oh shit!” Barry’s words tipped into a yelp as the ground gave way beneath him and he sunk down, shouting all the way.

Hal’s eyes shot wide, and he flew down the hole. “Barry!” he yelled. “Barry where are—oof!” he collided with more of the webbing, this time enough that the entire left side of his body was stuck to it.

“Hal! You okay!”

He looked over, seeing Barry stuck on his back. “I’m okay? You!”

Barry nodded. “I’ve been better. What is this?” they looked around the best they could. Spiral upon spiral of iridescent webbings surrounded them, stuck to the walls for support, them in the center.

Hal’s eyes narrowed and he glowered at Barry. “I fucking told you it was luring us here.”

“Shut u—”

The clacking sounded above them and with panic, they both turned their eyes to the ceiling, watching as the alien lowered down near them. It looked like a human, two arms and two legs, no extra limbs at all. Hell, it didn’t even look like an alien spider; it just looked like a normal human, gazing down at them with two normal eyes. That was until it opened all six of its golden eyes and stared down at them with it’s mouth open, two one-inch fangs protruding from where the canines were.

“Ohshitohshitohshit,” Hal whispered, about to shit himself in terror.

The alien reached for Barry, and he watched as his friend sunk back into the webbing from the outstretched hand. Except he couldn’t go any farther and turned his head to the side, quietly whimpering as the long black claws touched his cheek.

“Barry!” Hal hissed and blue eyes met his, then,

“Friends!” the alien shouted. “New friends for Rhiezheveir to have!”

Their expressions pinched in confusion as the being started to twirl in the air, one hand holding to the webbing they’d lowered down on, the other elegantly flowing in the air.

“You can understand us?” Barry wondered and they looked down.

“Yes!” leaning down, they got in his face, and he saw the rather feminine looking features. “Rhiezheveir saw the ship come in the sky and land! I waited until you left it to search! The ship’s memory functions in this language!” she seemed rather excited. “Rhiezheveir found the core you were looking for! I did not know how to get you here to return it!”

She climbed up the webbing, disappearing quickly only to reappear with the ship’s core under her free arm. “Here it is! Rhiezheveir brought it back!”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Hal inquired and she lowered down next to his face, hers right in front of his.

“Saying what?”

“Rhieza-something-reservoir?”

“Rhiezheveir?” she offered, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that.”

“Rhiezheveir is my name! I am named after the brightest star in the Kosialaran sky!”

“In the what sky?” Barry asked.

“Kosialaran!” she answered. “This planet’s name! My planet!”

“Are there more of you?” Hal questioned. “You’re the only intelligent life we’ve seen besides bloodthirsty beats trying to eat us.”

“Yes, I saw you fight with the Erqurcus. They are not nice lizards. They like to bite Rhiezheveir when she tries to feed them.”

“Why do you refer to yourself in the third person?” Barry piped up. “Sometimes you use first too.”

“In Aissaveed culture, we commonly refer to ourselves in the third, though I learned from watching, that humans use first. Rhiezheveir is learning to mix them.” She smiled and the clacking sounded again.

Hal tried to look at her. “What is that noise?”

Bending down to his face again, she flashed her fangs. “They click when I get excited!”

Barry cleared his throat. “Um, Rhiezheveir, are there more of your kind in the area?”

“Not here. On the other side of the planet there is. Rhiezheveir has travelled far to get away from her people’s hunters. They do not like me.”

“How come?”

“Rhiezheveir broke tradition. Refused to be royal consort. Fled and hid here.” She let the tips of her toes touch the delicate silk webbing and then crouched, the web bouncing lightly with the weight. “Rhiezheveir is not welcome amongst her people anymore. I am alone now.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Barry murmured, even empathetical of the alien. “You’re here all alone?”

“Yes! Though not anymore!” she patted both Hal and Barry’s thighs. “New friends!”

Hal wiggled. “I hate to break it to you, Reservoir, but—”

“Rhiezheveir,” she corrected, and he sighed.

“Rhiezheveir. But we have to get back to our own planet. We have responsibilities.”

Barry nodded. “We need to get back to our ship.” he tugged against the webbing. “Can you help us get out of this? We’re stuck.”

“Of course!” she chirped, starting to snip the webbing with her claws.

“Wait a second!” Hal exclaimed. “There’s nothing underneath meAHHHHH!” the last thread snapped, and Hal tumbled down the dark and dimly lit cavern.

“Rhiezheveir!” Barry yelled. “What are you doing!”

She held up a finger in a wait motion, then a wet plop sounded, followed by, “NEVERMIND! I’M OKAY! THIS WATER SMELLS FUNNY THOUGH!”

The Speedster sighed. “Oh, there’s water down there.”

She looked at Barry oddly. “Rhiezheveir would not try to kill her new friends. That is not nice.” Snipping the lines around him, she held on as he fell and she let out a squeal as they dropped, though as Barry hit the water, she merely held on to the web in her hand, just above the body.

Barry broke the water and spit out the remaining in his mouth. “Water tastes funny too.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Rhiezheveir, how do we get out of here?”

She smiled. “Follow me!” she shot out her free hand and another string of webbing left her hand, attaching to the roof of the cavern; letting go with her other hand, she swung like a monkey on a vine, then repeated the process, alternating her hands. And boy she was fast. Barry and Hal had to freehand like they were in the Olympics to keep up, and even then, it wasn’t fast enough.

***

By the time they made it back to the ship, their hair and clothes had dried off. They noticed that she didn’t like to be on the ground and crawled along the tree limbs above them. Bioluminescent flower petals shook from the branches every time she moved, creating an aura of beautiful red and purple around them.

Barry took the battery from her and slot it back into place, watching as they ship powered back to life; he walked over to Hal who was sitting in the first seat. “Everything good?”

Hal nodded. “A few nicks here and there, but the engine and all other vital systems are good.” He looked up. “We should be good to go once the power levels reach operational.”

The Speedster smiled and turned to her. “Well, Rhiezheveir, this is goodbye.”

She merely blinked. “What do you mean goodbye? I am coming with you.”

“There’s not enough room,” Hal said, and she smiled, those fangs clacking as she raised her arms.

“I will make myself small!” her dark body illuminated in a bright gold, then the shape began to shrink and shift, eight long legs appearing out of the main shape that had evolved into two orb like shapes. When the glow dispersed, she raised her front legs and waved, then skittered up Barry’s leg and body to his head.

“I have a spider on my head.” He said dumbly. “I have an alien spider nuzzling my hair.” Barry looked at Hal. “There’s a spider in my hair.”

Hal shrugged. “So long as it stays on you, we’re good.” He peered at her. “Rhiezheveir, can you understand us in there?”

She waved her front legs as Barry climbed into the ship, sitting on his seat; she scurried down his head to his shoulder and sat there, perfectly balanced, her beady golden eyes occasionally blinking.

“That’s a big ass spider,” Hal noted.

“She reminds me of a Goliath birdeater.”

“A what now?”

“Goliath birdeater. It’s the biggest spider on earth.” He examined her. “But her legs are so long…like a huntsman spiders’. I wonder if she’s got the abilities of different species?”

Barry reached up, holding out his hand and she climbed on it, letting him lower her to his lap. “Can you sit there while we take off, Rhiezheveir? Once were out of atmosphere, you can wander around the cockpit.”

All she merely did was raise her front legs and wave them once more before settling on his thighs, curling her legs in contently; he smiled down at her, then the realization of what bringing her meant and he blurted out, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to the others.”

“What do you mean?” Hal questioned.

Barry looked at him. “The crash land will be easy—you’re an idiot.” He ignored Hal’s outcry of offense and gestured to her. “How do we explain we picked up a shapeshifting spider…lady?”

Hal shrugged. “Hostile environment navigated by a peaceful intelligent lifeform who managed to be a stowaway?”

“I like the first half up until ‘who’.” Barry met his gaze. “She was threatened by her own people and begged to help her flee?”

The pilot pursed his lips. “We’ll need to use her reasoning for leaving. The whole royal consort business.”

“Sounds good.” Barry glanced down at her. “Rhiezheveir, does that sound—oh…I think she’s asleep.”

Hal looked down to Barry’s lap and sure enough, the hand-sized spider wasn’t moving on his legs other than the occasional leg twitch. “Sure she didn’t die?”

“Hal!” Barry hissed. “Don’t be mean!” he gently scratched her the top of her abdomen with his pointer finger.

“You’ve pack-bonded with a spider,” Hal noted. “Nice job, buddy.”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t find her friendly.”

“She’s a spider.”

“She’s an alien who turns into a spider.” He watched the planet get smaller and smaller as they exited the orbit and into the stars. “Bruce isn’t going to be happy that we brought an alien back.”

“I think the pressing matter is that we have no idea what she eats.”

“Bugs?”

“You said she was an alien who turns into a spider, Bar. What’s she going to eat when she’s human…like?”

“Meat?” Barry wiggled his fingers in Hal’s side. “Man-flesh.”

Hal choked on a laugh, batting at the hand against his ribs. “Stop that.” He steered the ship through a debrief field with ease. “We’d better figure out or she’ll eat somebody in the middle of a fight.”

“In a fight?” Barry asked.

Hal shot him a look. “We didn’t take this Lady Spider with us just to get her off her home-world. She’s gonna help out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Might as well stick her in the Justice League.”

Barry’s lips pulled satisfactory. “That’s…actually a good idea.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show her to Bruce. You know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“He’s scared of spiders?”

“I didn’t say he was scared of them, Hal. He just doesn’t like them. I think creepy crawlies make his skin crawl.”

Hal shoved him in the arm. “Don’t call her creepy crawly. She’s a pretty spider.”

“What happened to making fun of her?” Barry smirked. “You pack-bonded with the pretty alien spider lady, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hal griped, going still when she shifted and crawled up the dash of the ship and stared out the window; she turned, waving her front legs. “Yeah Rhiezheveir? What is it?”

She pointed to the stars, drawing her front legs in downward arcs as if to say, “Wow!”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barry murmured and she did it again; he looked curiously at her. “Hey Rhiezheveir, you can understand us, right?”

She waved.

“Okay. Since you can’t talk to us until we get back, how about this—front legs up is ‘yes’ and front legs down is ‘no’. Do you understand?”

She lifted her legs up and he grinned.

“Good. Now, do you like warm places?”

Her legs went up, then down.

“Sort of?”

Up.

“You like warm and cool weather?”

Up.

“We’re going back to our world. There’re many habitats there. Some really hot and really cold. Others are in the middle.” He explained, watching her almost nod. “We’ll be meeting the group Hal and I work with on another ship. You’ll have to stay there for the time being. Is that okay?”

She lifted her legs up.

Hal leaned over. “Rhiezheveir, are you a spider that sometimes turns into a lady?”

Her legs stayed down.

“So, you’re a lady that sometimes turns into a spider?”

Up.

“Nice. Can you fight?”

Up and waving wildly.

Barry looked at Hal then back to her. “You said you refused the position of royal consort. Were you chosen because you could fight?”

Up.

“So, you escaped because you didn’t want to be forced into that position?”

Still up.

Barry nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Rhiezheveir, you won’t be forced into anything like that on Earth. You’ll be free and able to live openly and not in hiding.”

Her legs stilled in the air, then the curled and Hal muttered, “I think you overwhelmed her emotionally.”

The Speedster cupped the spider in his hands, letting her crawl back into his lap. “Sorry, Rhiezheveir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She merely snuggled into his lap and stayed there.

“Rhiezheveir,” Hal started. “Your name is really complicated for humans to say. While I think it would be a good identity for a superhero life, I think you should find an easier name for people to use.”

She waved a single leg, signaling she was listening.

“How about (Y/N)?”

Barry smiled. “Ooo, I like (Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

She raised her front legs and waved them excitedly.

“I think Rhiezheveir likes it too.” He scratched her torso. “Welcome to the Justice League (Y/N). You’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

(Y/N) waved her front legs, rearing up on her back.

“HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER FANGS!” Hal shouted.

[letterstotheflre]

my drug is my baby

summary: sirius is glad he was patient enough with you and takes part of what he has been craving most

warnings: daddy kink, a smidge of religious references, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering and oral sex (fem receiver), innocence/corruption kink

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i kinda hate this now but i think it’s because i read it too many times, idk || i think it's a universal experience to not being able to cum from your own fingers... right?? and we all know that sirius has a crying kink... also i think it’s so hot when they make you thank them for letting you cum, sue me!!

Sirius Black liked to believe he was a patient man when he needed to be.

He was known for being reckless, always jumping into the next adventure without much thought, ready to follow James wherever he went. Most of the time he spoke without thinking, especially if he knew his comments would make his parents red with rage. Sometimes he didn’t even mean what he said, he just spewed whatever progressive or controversial opinion he had in hopes of making his mother’s heart stop beating.

He revelled in making rash decisions, somehow always ending up being benefited by them. He never gave much thought to anything: always doing his homework last minute yet somehow still getting top marks, taking some jokes too far, never taking into consideration other people’s safety unless they were close friends.

Some may call him selfish, but he liked not having to put too much thought into every single action. He spent most of his childhood walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being punished or worse, Regulus taking the beating for him. But now that he finally escaped the Black family, he enjoyed the freedom that came with leaving Grimmauld Place.

He enjoyed breaking rules and creating chaos. It made him feel mighty, knowing he had the power to make all of those choices, still coming out on top, and see how they affected certain people. Most applauded him, revered him for being so spontaneous and adventurous; others couldn’t stand him, complaining about his mean jabs and sometimes harmful pranks.

Yet he knew how to wait for the things he deemed important or worthy. He knew that it was best to wait for Euphemia’s cherry pie to cool down before eating it, to wait for three days after the full moon to make a werewolf joke to Remus, to wait a few hours after James lost a Quidditch match to suggest a quick trip to The Three Broomsticks. And he knew it was best to wait for you.

Good things come to those who wait, that was his mantra. Of course, most of his restraint when it came to you was because he cared deeply about you and your comfort, but his conscience also drove him to keep his hands to himself. Every time his hands were about to go under your skirt, every time he heard your breathy moans when he kissed your neck, every time you looked at him with pouty lips begging for a kiss and his fingers craved to squeeze your neck, he took a step back. He felt so guilty for tainting something that in his mind was so pure, so he just held you close and peppered your face with kisses until you giggled.

But the thought of you being so untouched and how bashful you looked when he teased you or someone made a sexual comment made him want to ruin your innocence. Something inside him craved to see you tainted, to have you writhing under him as he rolled his hips against yours while you clutched his shoulders. He wanted to take that holiness you had and turn it into something so sinful that there was no way for you to ask for redemption.

And when you opened the door and took the first step, who was he to deny you?

He dragged everything out. Since the day when he taught you how to touch yourself, he wanted to make you wait for every sexual act that followed. He wanted to see how long it would take for you to beg him for some relief.

So today during a lecture when you looked at him with glazed over eyes and begged him to help you relieve the strange ache you felt in your stomach since you woke, he decided to be benevolent and give you some relief. He swiftly moved his hand under your skirt (thanking God that most of your closet consisted of that particular piece of clothing and dresses) and pushed aside your underwear before his fingers made way between your dripping folds. He didn’t enter you, just played with your clit until you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

But when you whispered a small “thank you, daddy” and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, the only thing he wanted to do was take you back to his room and press you to the bed until your legs shook and tears ran down your cheeks. His eyes quickly scanned the classroom to make sure no one saw or heard anything, shoulders tense because of your words. All he could see were students with their own glassy eyes as they listened to whatever the professor was talking about. Fucking tease, Sirius thought.

And now, as he watched you on your knees and clutching his leg, lips pouty and cheek nuzzling his jean covered thigh, he was thankful for being patient enough.

“Please, Sirius, they’re back,” you said. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but played dumb as one hand petted your hair. “What’s back, baby?”

“The tingles,” you explained.

“And you need me to fix it, hm?” A small taunt was evident in his tone. “Your hands aren’t enough anymore, right bunny?”

Your cheeks warmed up at the implication, nevertheless, you shook your head. You still managed to make yourself cum, but the way Sirius could play with your clit like an experienced musician and how his big hands moved your hips along his jean covered leg would never compare to your dainty digits. The thought of his big fingers inside of you was enough to increase the tingles, and your hands pressed down on your stomach trying to soothe the pain.

“Please, Sirius, it hurts so bad,” you whimpered.

“Use your words, angel. Be good,” he said. You looked up at him with watery eyes, your mind already slipping and not letting you form too many coherent thoughts. “Please, daddy,” you sniffled.

He kept petting your head. “What do you want, angel?” He asked, looking almost bored with the situation as he listened to your pleads. “Anything,” you whined.

He shook his head, mocking disappointment. “You know you have to ask for what you want, puppy.” Even though he wasn’t angry, honestly a little amused at your desperation, his voice was stern, trying to engrave his rules in your fuzzy brain.

Your hands squeezed his leg, “I need you… down there.”

“You need to be clearer.''

You closed your eyes. You hated being so crass, but Sirius certainly had no qualms about it. “I need you… in my pussy,” you got out. But it wasn’t enough, not for Sirius who longed to ruin every aspect of your innocence. “What do you want, baby? D’ya want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Both,” you whined. Bingo, he thought with a dark smirk that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you weren’t absolutely drenching and desperate for his touch. “Up you get, puppy,” he said, “lay on the bed f’me.”

You got on the bed right next to him, your head laying on one of your fluffy pillows. Your dress rode up a bit with your movements, but it didn’t really matter, and you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the tension while you waited for Sirius to do something. He simply watched you, taking in the image of you wriggling in place and toying with the rings he bought you for your birthday.

You felt a soft touch on your calves, and it gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Sirius’s hands were moving slowly up your legs, nudging them apart without needing much force since you complied immediately. You were about to burst, ready to scream at him to just get on with it, but decided to keep quiet.

One of his hands made its way to the edge of your dress, swiftly going under it and his fingers slightly grazing your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked at the soft touch, but then just as quickly as it came it was gone. “No, come back!” you implored, reaching for Sirius’s wrist but being too slow.

Sirius arched one eyebrow, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out, “M’sorry, I just need you so bad. It hurts.” But Sirius remained where he was, arms now crossed over his chest as he looked at you. His eyes were full of disappointment and you wanted to cry, “What’s gotten into you today? You were so demanding in class before, so bratty, I don’t think you deserve it at all.” He was stretching the truth, you were by far the least bratty person he had ever been with, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw how much his words affected you.

A few tears fell at his words, “No, no, m’not bratty. I’m a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be so so good, your best girl! I won’t ask for anything more, m’sorry.'' You were saying anything you could to convince him that you were still his good girl, his angel.

Your lips were quivering and your chest was heaving with sobs you tried to keep inside; babbling apologies and trying to convince him that you would never act like this again, and he finally took pity on you. His hands gripped your ankles and opened your legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He could see a dark patch on your lavender underwear, and he huffed out a laugh with a slightly amused shake of his head. “I forgive you, bunny, but you’ll have to take everything that I give you. D’you think you can do that f’me?”

You nodded eagerly, choking a small ‘thank you’ as you tried to control your breath. He grabbed the ends of your dress and bunched it up over your waist, not bothering to take it off. He licked a strip over your underwear and the combination of his warm tongue with the friction of the cotton cloth was enough to make you mewl.

Sirius could not deny that he had been craving to taste you once more after he licked your fingers clean that day, and now only getting a smidge of your taste from what seeped through your underwear drove him insane. He needed to taste you completely, so he quickly pulled them off and pocketed them in the back of his jeans.

He used his fingers to spread your folds wide open, staring hungrily at all the slick that had gathered. “Oh puppy, look at the mess you’ve already made,” he crooned. “Y’re dripping, d’ya really need me this bad?”

“Yes, so so bad. Please, daddy.” He was so close, his warm breath hitting your wet folds and making you tremble in anticipation.

You watched, using your elbows to raise yourself a little, as he slowly started to take his rings off. “Hold ‘em for me, bunny, don’t want them to get dirty,” he said as he slid his chunky rings into your fingers. The metal dangled a little because of the size difference, so you closed your hands to keep them from falling.

Finally, his tongue made contact with your clit and you sighed in relief. It was followed by a moan when he started to suck on it, making sure to swirl his tongue all around before slurping. He looked like a starved man that finally came into contact with some sweet fruit, moving his head around your pussy to have you gushing on him. The ache in your tummy was slowly decreasing, now replaced with a nice fluttering feeling.

Your whines and moans echoed through his ears, resembling the most beautiful angel choir he had ever heard. He pulled away for a moment, “I’ve been waiting to taste you for days, puppy. S’better than I remembered.”

The more he pushed his tongue inside you, the more your legs shook. You involuntarily closed them, your pillowy thighs acting as earmuffs around Sirius’s head. He let them rest there for a few seconds before pushing them open once more, adding more fervour to his movements, eager to drink your sweet ambrosia.

Your closed fists went to his head, and you opened them a little to grip his hair, trying to ground yourself. “Gonna cum, daddy, can I?” You breathed out. Sirius just hummed, sending vibrations that were enough to make you let go. You tried to close your legs once more, but his shoulders prevented you from doing so. You felt like you were floating, your brain shutting off for a few seconds before returning to earth.

But Sirius didn’t stop moving his tongue, one of his fingers circling your hole before entering you slowly. Just one of his fingers felt like two of yours, even though you knew it wasn’t an accurate comparison. The stretch this time burned more than when you touched yourself, and you whined while shaking your head. “Too much, s’too much.”

Sirius paused for a moment so he could press your legs to your chest with one hand while the other kept moving in and out of you. The sudden switch in position made you gasp, but not as much as when Sirius thrust his fingers hard. “Are you dumb? I told you you had to take everything I gave you. D’you want to make me mad again?”

More tears fell when he curled his fingers, expertly finding that spongy spot inside you that pumped white heat through your veins. The way they twisted resembled a musician fiddling with a harp, your needy whines accompanying them like the main act. “No no, I can take it” you gasped, drowning in bliss as his fingers kept hitting the perfect spots.

You were already so close, Sirius giving you no respite as he quickly pushed his fingers. Your hand gripped his arm, fingertips digging the ink-covered skin. “C-close,” you whined, eyes rolling back and mouth open as you felt the tension ready to break.

“Going to make more of a mess, angel?” he grumbled, and you tried to nod as much as you could in your constricted position. Sirius chuckled, “Dirty little thing. Go on, I’ve got you.”

You whimpered brokenly as he pulled another orgasm from you. It felt like his fingertips were scrapping your insides to drag it out, and your feet dangled in the air as you swung them while trying to grab his wrist to stop him from moving.

Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes from you, with your pretty tears dripping down your cheeks and your chest heaving with small sobs from how good you felt. For him, all for him and only ever for him, because no one had ever touched you like he has and no one else ever would. “You look so pretty like this,” he cooed. “God I love your tears, baby, look how hard you make me.”

Your eyes moved down his body—when had he taken off his shirt? His tattoos splayed over his toned muscles made you clench around his fingers. You adored the small drawings that covered most of his body, they looked so beautiful on him and you just wanted to cry even more at how pretty your boyfriend was. When your eyes moved lower, following his previous instruction, you could see there was already a bulge in his pants that you knew was his cock, and your mouth watered at the thought of it just resting against his stomach like it did the first time you sucked him.

“I wanna feel you,” you cried while stretching your hands to touch him. He let you, your soft palms going over his chest and grabbing his shoulders so you could pull him down. “Kissie,” you breathed, letting his lips hover over yours for a second before kissing you hard and messily. His tongue played with yours and it only added more fuel to the fire inside you.

A moan broke you apart when his fingers resumed their pace, “P-please, no more” you babbled, the stimulation too much to bear.

“How are you gonna take my cock if you can’t take my fingers, hm?” He asked and you whined, his fingers burying themselves up to his knuckles and making your eyes roll back once more. Your mouth was dry from being constantly open, whimpers and moans constantly escaping from the open cavity. “Come on, one more, I know you have it in you. My good girl aren’t you?”

The squelching sounds were so dirty and they rang through your ears,  yet even through your fuzzy mind you could discern the important words, “Y-your good girl,” you managed to get out with a smile, glad to be praised by him.

His other hand pressed down on your legs even more, and now you could see the way the digits moved in and out of you, a slight sheen coating the skin every time they came out. “God, you were right, bunny, you are tight,” he grunted, “I don’t think I’ll ever fit, m’gonna break you.”

At that, your eyes widened. “No no, you’ll fit, daddy!” But he just chuckled at your desperation, “M’gonna break you in half, angel. Do you want that? Do you want me to split you open?”

A small chant of ’yes’ and ‘please’ echoed through the room. You could feel another wave coming, ready to wash over you as your toes curled in anticipation. It was like you were dangling on the edge, your hands holding on for dear life as you tried to hold on, and your moans grew louder and louder with every thrust Sirius gave.

Your clenching walls around his digits were warning enough for him, and he kept his eyes on your form as you struggled to keep it at bay, waiting for his permission. He watched as your ring clad fingers scrambled to the sheets, gripping them tightly as your head moved from side to side. “That’s it, bunny, let go f’me” and with one harsh thrust, you slackened the hold you had on your release and finally let go.

If you felt like you were still on your body you would’ve screamed. A white heat engulfed you as your vision grew hazy, your hips raising of their own accord and aiding Sirius in dragging your orgasm out. You looked so beautiful like this, a sweaty sheen on your skin and now tangled up hair sticking to your forehead. Sirius leant down, tongue cleaning the fallen tears before they dried, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

He grabbed your face, squishing your spit covered cheeks. “What do you say, angel?”

With a shuddering breath, you looked into his stormy eyes as he cleaned your release from his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, daddy.”

You tried to lower your legs, but Sirius kept them in place. You stared at him, confused, yet he was staring at your puffy cunt, all shiny and stretched out for him. A smirk covered his lips as he finally looked at you, “I think y’re finally ready for m’cock, angel.”

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[introloves]

— daddy dom! matsukawa + mattsun has tattoos + worshiping + dom/sub dynamics + (tattooed) finger sucking + choking + soft degradation + praise + riding + creampie + overstimulation + size kink + petnames (puppy) + squirting + f! reader

— word count; 2k

your body tipped forward- face bumping against his knee, breath shaky and wet with every exhale- turning your face to find comfort in anything and everything that is him.

he gives you mercy, blessing you with an outstretched hand- banded ink circling each finger, coming out to pet your head.

“sweet puppy.” he whispers, low enough for you to lean in, wanting more.

the way he addresses you, low and soft- calling you to look at him directly, something you found hard to do with the swirling heat settled deep in your tummy thanks to how absolutely hot you found him. but you answered, called out to him in the only way you knew;

“daddy.” the keen that comes from you makes him smile, so cute and desperate for him.

settling himself further into the seat he’s sitting in, granting you the privilege to shuffle forward, hands immediately coming to settle against both thighs, digging in with trembling fingers into the muscle and thickness there, all in unbridled excitment.

“want my cock?” he questions, knowing the answer, chest swelling with pride that you had come to him, humble and crawling with a head turned down to keep your gaze to the floor. it made him twitch, made him throb that his cute little puppy would revere him in such a manner.

“yes, please.” mouth panted open with the offer, throbbing between your legs, eyes flittering down to stare at the surely forming bulge slung over his thigh. you were already drooling, salivating heavy. body responding in remembrance of how good he always made you feel.

the shift of his hand petting you was startling- a thumb and forefinger pinching either sides of your soft and warm face. two digits dug in, tilting your gaze up, making you look into his eyes, eyebrows thick while he slowly smiled, teeth gleaming in a near predatory smile. the rest of his fingers joined, digging in slightly, all pressed into the plush skin of your face.

“of course you do. puppy always does, doesn’t she?”

the question served a purpose, unable to respond to him- unable to nod or speak with the force of his grip, reminding you that if he didn’t want you to talk, if he didn’t want you to do something; you weren’t going to.

the unoccupied tattooed hand came down to settle right infront of your mouth, middle and ring finger prodding the swell of both lips- sighing when you dropped your jaw down, welcoming the inked digits enthusiastically.

the sight of you drooling, sucking eagerly at his fingers made him groan; heat swirling along with your tongue swiping up and above the two x’s marked into his skin, lying prettily on both digits- soft whimpers muffled with the thickness of them.

your eyes watered once he brought them in further, testing just how pliant you were already, slinking in until your throat tightened in a harsh gag- pushing back and settling the heaviness down onto your tongue, opening you up.

there was reason to all of this, warming you up for his dick, knowing how his puppy would hurt herself all in favor of pleasuring him.

you look up at him, unable to keep the overwhelming want from your eyes, letting him pry your mouth open in calculated and practiced moves- even when he slipped them in past the curve of your tongue, making you gag once more had a heaviness of adoration.

once he disengaged, let you close your mouth with the soft rubbing of a thick thumb over the apple of your cheek, he brought the wet hand over to his pants, making quick work it it, simply both articles of clothing down to his thighs, enough to bring his cock out- giving it to you, letting you come up and take what you want, all for you.

“thank you daddy.” you whispered, wideyed and breathless, all in reaction to seeing him. skin prickling and tummy tensing with arousal, thighs squeezing together and smearing that slick everywhere. brain muddled as you moved, roaming hands making contact with the length presented.

he groaned at the sight of it all, watching as you struggled to fit fingers around him- precum dribbling down, glistening with each bead falling, huffing out a grumble in appreciation to you doing everything right; everything that made him close his eyes and tip his head back, only for a moment because he wanted to see you try to take him in your mouth, like always.

“fuck puppy, so good to me,” issei purred, deep and lowly, words gracing your ears and pulled you in even more.

“always...” you finished, pumping up and down, keeping a steady pace until you couldn’t stop the saliva filling your mouth. you could feel the heat of him once your mouth perched up, tongue lolling to lick a heavy and wet stripe all the way to his tip- hot breath panted out against him.

he snapped his gaze straight towards you once more, just as you inhaled sharply, desperately fitting the tip of his cock inside, suckling in an overwhelming need to please him. there was a moment of pause in his actions at how you popped him inside, sloppy and needy.

he pulled you back, hand gripping right into your hair, making you gasp out a cry, drool connecting his cock with your swollen lips- your own hips driving down over and over onto nothing, drunk on him and his cock already.

“what a desperate filthy girl, can’t take things easy, always too desperate and excited.” mattsun hissed, not willing to let you go on and act like you never got any cock.

he wanted to let you worship him, wanted to let you satisfy that need to have things stuffing your mouth... but it was all supposed to go at his pace.

with large hands, he grabbed your body, lifting you up and off the supine position on the floor, splaying you over his thighs- so close to his large cock, so close to everything you wanted so badly.

“oh, daddy please!” shaky fists rising up to press against his chest, thighs mirroring the sporadic movements, drenched and wet down the softness and heat between your legs.

there was nothing sweeter that graced his ears, punishment wasn’t for his sweet and dirty puppy, he knew that, all that he needed to do was give you his cock and make you pliant and good.

and he would always give his sweet, dumb, needy puppy what he wanted.

lifting you up with his hips, fingers coming down to simply slide ruined and sopping panties to the side- bringing to light a swollen and drooling little cunt, cock jumping along with how another gush of arousal dripped from your heat.

“pretty cunt, pretty mess all for me.” he grunted, taking himself and lining up to you- eyebrows pinched together at the way you squirmed, trying to push down already.

he let you this time, let you sink down onto him- lessening the strong grip on your body.

you tipped your head back, baring your neck to him, shoulders trembling with each inch filling you up, clit twitching in tandem with the pulsing of him too.

“f-fuck! feels so good!” you keened, unfurling your hands, bringing them now to rest against his shoulders. weak with just this- just sinking down onto him until your wet thighs came into contact with his, making a mess of everything; of his pants still halway around his thighs, to the base of his cock, sopping in your arousal.

he moved his hand to your back, pushing you against his chest, head immediately finding the warmth of his neck- breathing in and murmuring out words of appreciation in how he took care of you- knowing your body was so weak and overrun in sensitivity.

it made him flush, taking his own lungfuls of air before gripping your hips- once he knew you were settled nice and secure against him.

he started the bounce of your body with practiced movements. spurred on by your twitching body, jolting in how he speared you over and over- cunt squelching desperately, already on the precipice of an orgasm.

how cute and sensitive- how wonderful and wet you were.

“puppy’s close.” he wondered- stated out loud, knowing your cunt better than you did.

“uh huh!” you sobbed, shaking your head up and down against his neck, drooling pathetically- losing all basic function, all but the rhythmic clenching of your pussy over and over around the hardness and near overwhelming length of him- all settled, stretching you out so good.

“g-gunna-“ you whined, “gunna cum daddy!” words were cried joining the shaking and harsh twitch of limbs, pinching nails into the hold you had into his shoulders.

pitiful cunt clamping down to the piston of his large cock- making him hiss, sweat prickling at his neck in the vice you presented him with.

your body seized, unable to take anymore, unable to stave off the gushing wetness spreading down over him.

“fuck, fuck! pretty girl!” he grunted, wanting to press a thumb against your already swollen clit- but thinking better of it for now.

your eyes stayed closed, screaming into his neck as your body slumped, letting him do what he wanted- all too worked up to stop, to want him to stop.

hiccuped whining left your wet mouth- mixed in with little moans as he pounded up into you, it was a sight- long and thick cock taking such a pretty pussy.

he always fucked you like this, but your cunt always reacted as if it was the first time being fucked.

there was a moment of heat- not even five thrusts in before you came once more- this time jumping up slightly, parting from the warmth of being against him.

“oh, another one. good girl.” he praised with clipped words, letting him see your drooling and lost face- dumb with his cock and pleasure.

responding smacks of his thighs slapping into your body up and up mixed with the sound of your cunt spraying him in waves of your cum, slumping after the second and third wave.

“daddy!” you wailed, once again only able to speak his name- the title you gladly signed over to him. pretty moans shaping out every syllable and consonant with a lilting cry.

“i know puppy- ‘m close too.” he finally spoke, blinking back the stars dancing along his vision- only able to see you, see the glistening wetness of your cum drenching his shirt and thighs and dripping down onto his balls hotly.

“please cum... please.” you weakly pleaded, eyes crossing- shaky with the way he looked, so hot and yours and huffing out pinched words of your name. battered and swollen- slick walls seizing sporadically with oversensitivity.

lifting your body up- keeping everything but the tip of his dick in you, he let gravity pull you down, the sting of your body slapping down on him only second to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock swelling over and over while he creamed inside.

you squirmed, heaving in lungfuls of air at the way his cum was so thick and filling you- walls stretching more and more, holding all of it nice and deep inside.

he wrapped you up, curling his arms ‘round you while small thrusts were given into your cunt- making sure his cum painted every single inch of you. the base of his skull tingling at the way he claimed you in this way.

“my cunt- all mine...” he hissed, satiating the need you had as well, satiating the deep need to belong to him.

with teary eyes, you nodded- both of your heavy and hot breathing shared in that moment of closeness.

“all yours.”

you cried, leaning forward to kiss him, melting completely into his hold, your daddy was always there to keep you happy and full.

he was always there to take care of his pretty little puppy.

[plush-rabbit]

Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

Ghostface stalks you. He watches and learns what security system you have and it’s almost laughable when he finds out that it is nothing. All you have to protect yourself are different locks. The lights were nothing more than that, sensor lights that can do nothing more than to catch a rodent that lurks in your backyard. The locks might be different, but you don’t have an alarm, there are no cameras inside your home to record that he wandered around- drank from the bottle of your cranberry juice, sat on your couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, dried mud that crumbled and he stared at it, wondering if you would even notice, but with a swipe of the side of his palm, it falls and disappears into your carpet. You have no camera to watch as he grabs your underwear and jerks himself off in your bed, his mouth open behind his mask as he creams himself on your belongings, the memory of how you felt already fading in his mind. And once he’s done, he‘s left sticky and wet, creamy slipping down and it’s only a matter of time till you come home. He wonders how often you wash your pillowcases and he dries himself on your pillow, a soft thrusting motion that leaves his already sensitive cock dribbling with more seed, spreading it on your pillow. When he comes back to watch you, he sees through the blinds how you touch the pillow, your lips pouted and your fingers brushing against the hardened cotton. He wonders if you know.

You’ve captured his attention- enough for him to leave his other prey and focus solely on you. You fret around your home, clean and check every crevice, a pair of scissors in hand and he scoffs in amusement. He palms himself through his jeans. He wonders how you would really react if he were hiding inside your house. He can hide himself in your closest, jump out and wrestle you to the ground, watch as your eyes grow fearful and he’s salivating at the thought of entering you already, knowing how well you’d take him. With a soft sigh, he pulls his hand away. All he has to do now is wait for you to fall asleep.

Grateful for the night, he watches in silence. You walk around in your room, towel around your body, letting it fall off of your body and rest against the bed, your naked body alluring, the soft yellow light glistening off of your body, and you walk to your dresser, lotion against your body, spread thin, the creamy white disappearing onto your body. You sleep in a camisole, a lace trim around the straps, stitched onto the soft dip where your naked breasts lie, nipples already pert and peeking through the shirt. Your underwear are a soft blue, raising up your hips with a teasing dip to your sex. He doesn’t have to wait long until you’ve fallen into your slumber, body still and after a few minutes, he’s inside your home. 

It doesn’t take much to break-in. A simple twist and a careful step, and Ghostface is undetected, inside your home. The weeping mask stares down at you, a single twist of his fingers and your lamp is on, the glow of the light doing nothing but make you furrow your brows and with a simple shush, a coo under his breath that makes him feel like a dotting lover, you return to your relaxed state. It’s not much, but seeing you asleep- vulnerable and willing- is enough for him to kick off his boots. Clothes are slowly discarded, the pale, horrific mask still kept on, the soft cloth of the hood tickles at the base of his neck, and he’s above you. 

There isn’t much that makes him actually lust for others. He’s always been more fascinated in other areas of the human body, but there was and still is something about you that makes him yearn, to grab at you and mark your body. And one day, he’ll do it with your consent. He’ll come and greet you as Daniel- have you call him Danny- pull out the smile, pull you close and throw you on his bed, have you want him and there will be the sick pleasure of knowing that you’re fucking a killer and your personal tormentor without you knowing. But for now, he slips off your clothes, raises your thin shirt and he’s slow and methodical, pulling you into a sitting position and having you lean against his body, your gentle, warm breaths against his chest, your shirt is removed. He lays you back on the bed, hair fanning out into a halo, strands falling in front of your face and with a simple brush, the smooth fabric of his gloves cold against your skin. Your underwear is too delightful to tear off, simple and pure against your skin, something so sweet that it’s almost wrong of him to dip his fingers underneath and pull down your bare legs. 

Asleep and undisturbed, his hands are on you. For a brief moment, his mask is off, eyes that hold something fierce in them watch you, the low rise of your chest, goosebumps pricking at your skin and his smile is hungry. His face buried into your sex, tongue at your heat, his spit warming you and moistening past your folds. The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, a gentle dip into you, and in your sleep you clench your walls, a soft squish against his muscle and he smiles against you, wide and teeth pressed against your soft flesh. He presses his face forward, nose pressed against your clit, lips puckered and he kisses you, a soft, sensual kiss against your cunt, tongue slipping past his lips, and into yours, flickering inside and on the tip of his tongue, he can taste your sweet nectar, oozing in a thick puddle against him. 

The mask returns, hiding his identity and in it’s in place, the gloves are removed. There’s a sound outside, a racing car that screams through the night and in his chest, his heart races and his body flushes, his face heating up, sweat beading on his forehead and two bare fingers enter you. You’re slick enough to enter but he can feel the tight grasp of your sex, something that he’s sure stings by the way you shift under him. His fingers curl in, a beckoning motion inside of you, fingertips brushing against your walls, slick slowly starting to form until the clicking noises in the room intermix with your breathy, soft moans- a cry that whimpers past your lips. He grows hard above you, watching your breaths deepen, the wet, shucking noises of your cunt grow louder, fingers slipping in and out, your arousal dribbling past his fingers and down to his knuckles. It’s awkward, fingers pushed deep inside of you, his knuckles kissing at your cunt as a strong hand reaches to grab his camera, holding tight onto it, his fingerprints dirtying the screen and it’s shaky, a horrible picture when compared to his previous works. He forces himself to still, fingers half way inside of you, limp and still compared to your throbbing, wet cunt that still leaks and there’s a click. On the screen is a captivating photo of your cunt teased with his fingers. And as always, Ghostface isn’t satisfied. 

Metal clicks against each other, a soft chime in the room that acts as a lullaby, pulling you back into sleep, your body relaxing, breath going back to its own undisturbed tempo and all that remains is a wide-eyed man staring at you through a mask. Dark eyes are unwavering as they stare at your sleeping body- you look so peaceful, so rested and deep in slumber that he’s sure you must have had a heavy day and he feels almost sad at that thought. Bare hands grab at your breasts, thumbs pushing around the pert nipples- he’s almost sad that you had to grow through something so heavy without him- his hands lower to rise against the swell of your belly- he promises to himself that you won’t face it alone next time- one hand holds onto your hip, the other against the base of his cock, pre-ejaculate beading off his slit in opalescent pearls. 

He lowers himself to you, the plastic of his mask brushing against the shell of your ear and he’s hopeful that you’re listening to him. “No one is allowed to touch you, you know? I’ll make sure of that.” His cockhead is pressed flushed against your entrance, arousal mixing and getting lost with each other. Nails dig into your hip, perfectly formed crescents appear on your body, the hint of blood is familiar to him and makes him almost inhumane. His laugh is sharp, unforgiving and cruel, as he presses himself further into you, the welcoming hug of your walls wrapping tight around him and he releases his hands from your hip and himself. “My fucking muse,” he whispers harshly, stilling himself inside of you, your walls pulsing against him, a gentle pull deeper into you. “My naïve-” his hand covers the swell of your belly- “dumb little muse.” He wonders if you’re late. He wonders what you have done to either rid yourself of his kin or to prevent yourself from being bred. “I wonder what it’ll be like-” his thumb arches gracefully over your stomach- “seeing you with a child, tits full of milk, cunt always creamy, ready for a good pounding.” He laughs lowly, hooking an arm underneath you, hand spread against your spine, arching and he’s deep inside of you, feeling you tighten against him. 

The masked killer is grateful that he’s forgotten how you feel. You’re limp, nothing more than a warm sex-toy for him, curved and heavy underneath his hand, neck bent and mouth parted, and he smiles when he sees your eyes begin to flutter. That’s what he wants. He wants to see your fear. Intruding on you in your sleep is wonderful, invading your home and snooping around your things is nothing more than an extra step for him, something for him to relax himself with, but with all your fearful glances, he’s never realized that he could force you to look scared, to see it up close and personal. 

He continues to thrust against you, moving his cock and a hand, large and heavy, fingers that look perfect and immaculate, wrap around your throat, small, pale scars wrap around his fingers like rings of past lovers, memorabilia that is only seen when looked upon closely. He tightens his hand, cutting off air and your body reacts first, going rigid, hands raising and eyes popping open in horror and he truly does ponder what it must be like to see him. Your nails dig into his hands, eyes already wet with tears, and you’re horrified. He can practically smell it off of you, the dripping arousal, the way he can feel your heart speed up through the pulse in your neck, the way you gasp for breath and he can hear you whisper out something, strained and hoarse, only able to be heard when he stills his hips and stops the lewd noises that scream from your cunt. 

“Ghostface,” you mumble, bottom lip trembling and a lovely blue color forming on your face. 

His smile is stretched comically beneath his mask. “That’s right.” He pulls out, the tip still warm inside of you, leaking with arousal and he slams back into you, legs tensing, muscles strained and taut as he fucks you. “The one and only,” he whispers, pressing the mask against your face, the soft mesh of the black mouth kissing against your frightful parted lips.

He keeps a hand around your neck, loosening it enough for you to breathe again, while his other hand slips between your meshed bodies, dipping past your mound and into your slit, circling around your clit, feeling it throb under his touch. He laughs and it’s full of pride. He holds you close, pulling you deep against him, a soft cry when you instinctively clench as he circles around your pearl. Tears slip past your eyes, catching against your eyelashes like pearls, latching onto his hands like dew on the morning, and he’s pressed himself still against you, hand leaving your clit, and reaching blindly for the abandoned camera, taking a picture of you with a hand around your throat and tears a simple, but handsome ornament. On the screen is you, terrified and crying and he tosses the camera to the side, plastic buried into your chest as he fills your hungry cunt with his seed.

“I can’t wait to see you with a round body.” He pushes himself further against you, cock dribbling inside of you, filling you with copious amounts of semen. “Fat fucking tits-” his tongue pushes against the black fabric covering his mouth, licking at your chest that has moistened with his quick breath- “a creamy, little cunt that will beg to be fucked.” His hand returns to your clit, pinching the bud between two fingers and hearing you squeal makes him thrust his hips, shivers running down his spine, the sensitivity making squirts of thick discharge fill your already prepped cervix. “Trust me-” he rises and looks at you and he knows he’s making eye contact- “when I’m back, I’ll make sure to make you feel good.” 

He latches onto you, hand escaping your neck and he hears you gasp for breath. You wheeze and croak, crying and pleading for him to stop and it only pushes for him to go further, to fuck you until your muscles start to tense, twitching and pulsing. You moan and it’s muffled by a bite of your lips. It’s a short sound, cutoff and ruined by you, but it’s alluring, melodic and making him shove two digits into your mouth, pulling your jaw down by your teeth and his fingertips rest flat against your tongue. Your moans are stretched, muffled and broken and it’s still enough for him to want more, to push himself deep inside of you, to have you reach your own high if it meant he could hear more of your perverse sounds.

“Say my name,” he murmurs, naked body sticking to yours by his sweat. “Scream. I want to hear you say the name of the one who’s making you feel this good. Scream and I promise that you’ll survive this night.” He kisses you through the meshed black of the mask, salvia swapped and spreading into a thin puddle of his mask, pushing his tongue through it until he feels as if it’s going to rip. You were always going to survive. He’s had too much fun to ever let you go but you don’t know that and he uses it to his advantage.

It’s a whisper, a soft movement of your lips against his. Your nipples rub against his chest and his name is broken with your voice. “Ah,” you sing, tightening your legs and your high is approaching. “Ghost-” he can hear the disgust and lust mixed with each other- “Ghostface,” you murmur. It’s repeated until your voice is hoarse, lust taking over, eyes heavy and rolling back, arms reaching around him and you’re entangled in a gruesome hug with him, moaning his name as your cunt clenches around him, flooding with your release, his name a mantra under your breath, echoed in the room and he stills, spilling inside of you. Eyes closed and resting his body onto you as you squirm underneath, desperate to continue your high. His name, “Ghostface” slowly murmured, a mess of his name as you release against him.

[cloud-9ine]

Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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GreenCake: It’s interesting how Denki has been ‘buzzing out’ more, but I suppose if he’s been using his quirk more often outside of training he could be slowly building a resistance.

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You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-��

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.