#I saw this floating around earlier as a repost so I didn’t interact with it

[embyrinitalics]

“Bad Ending” by aizheajsee

[mashtonasfuck]

there’s a ghost in the back of this room

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Calum Hood (and also a bonus side of muke that happened accidentally)

Prompt:

Person B is a ghost in Person A’s house and they would be really freaked out but Person B always leaves really good advice using the kitchen magnets, so Person A is not really bothered

Warnings: mention of a missing person who reader knows is dead/a ghost

Word Count: 3K

A note from Lucy: This is part of the halloween writers collab organised by @maluminspace​ and @h0tsos. The masterlist can be found here. See the end of the post for more notes. Hey look, I managed to write cashton fic without it turning into smut! Thanks to @loveroflrh and @kindahoping4forever for reading this over for me 💙

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“Ashton, why does your fridge say ‘stop being an idiot’?” Ashton glanced over to where Luke was staring at the fridge door in mild amusement. 

“Oh, that’s just Calum - ignore him. I usually do” Ashton rolled his eyes as a picture fell off the wall as he finished speaking, the thud causing Luke to spin around, eyes wide.

“What was that?” 

“I just brushed past the picture and knocked it off, that’s all.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Ashton, the older man chuckling as he hung the picture back up. 

“Come on, let’s watch this damn movie you don’t shut up about.”

–

Why did you tell Luke to ignore me

The question was on Ashton’s fridge the next morning, the letters a mishmash of colours and cases. Ashton pinched the bridge of his nose as he read it - only he would get a self conscious ghost living in his house. 

“Calum, are you here?”

A cupboard door opened and a mug floated down onto the counter a few feet away from him - Ashton took that as a yes and shoved a pod into his coffee machine before grabbing the mug and pushing the button. 

“I was only messing with you, Cal. Besides, you’re my ghost, it has nothing to do with Luke.”

Ashton watched as the letters on the fridge rearranged themselves, sipping on his coffee and humming at the bitterness dancing on his tongue. 

Do you not want your friends to know about me

Ashton groaned internally, how could he explain this to his house ghost without offending him? 

“I think they’d be pretty freaked out if they knew I lived with a ghost. You saw Luke’s reaction to you knocking that picture off the wall. Besides, I like keeping you a secret, you’re mine.”

It’s pretty hard for me to be yours when you’ve never even seen me

Ashton had in fact seen Calum. Or at least a photo of Calum. 

– 

He hadn’t been in the house more than a month when he started to realise that things kept happening. A photo moved slightly, the couch not being quite as tidy as he’d left it. The day Ashton had realised he actually had a ghost, he’d come home to find a new photo of him and Luke floating in midair. 

“Um, hello?”

The photograph was dropped hastily, as though Ashton had scared the ghost he evidently had living in his house. After that, Ashton started talking to the ghost, even though he never got a reply aside from the odd knock on a table or a wall. It was while he was at a store grabbing something for dinner that he saw the fridge magnets. He grabbed all of the packets they had and drove home with a grin on his face.

“So, I bought you these today,” Ashton held out the magnets towards where he hoped his ghost was, “I thought maybe you could try talking back to me?”

Ashton felt a small whoosh of air as the ghost moved around the kitchen and he tore open the first packet, dumping the contents into a drawer he never used. Almost immediately the letters started floating from the drawer towards his fridge and Ashton watched as the ghost arranged the letters into a sentence.

Hello Ashton

“Hello, ghost. Oh - what’s your name? It feels weird calling you ‘ghost’.”

The letters arranged themselves once again.

My name is Calum

“Nice to finally know your name, Calum. How was your day?”

I’m a ghost Ashton

The brunette snorted as he watched the letters form another sentence.

Boring thank u for asking

Ashton laughed before spending the next few hours conversing with his ghost - with Calum - via fridge magnets. Calum had told him his full name after Ashton insisted upon knowing it.

“If you ever piss me off, I need to know what to call you.”

Calum Hood

It lingered there for a few seconds before ‘Hood’ was moved over.

Calum Thomas Hood

Ashton turned it over in his mind. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? He thought nothing more of it until he was at work a few days later.

STILL NO SIGN OF MISSING MAN 

Police are still searching for Calum Thomas Hood, 24, who disappeared from his home 6 months ago. They’re urging anyone who may know anything about his disappearance to come forward. 

Attached to the article had been a photo of the missing man, and Ashton knew it was his Calum. (He’d later cut the photograph out of the newspaper and taped it to the bottom of his desk drawer where no one would find it.) When he’d got home from work that day, Ashton had asked Calum how he’d died. 

Not sure don’t remember

Ashton had debated telling the police that he knew exactly where Calum Thomas Hood - or at least his soul - was. He’d told Calum this one evening and a single word had appeared on his fridge.

Crazy

– 

Calum was bored. 

Sure, being a ghost meant that he could walk through walls and move things with his mind, but being bound to one place had its drawbacks. There were only so many times you could move things around waiting to see how long it took Ashton to find them before you’d moved everything. 

(He’d even tried to swap all the furniture in Ashton’s bedroom with all the furniture in his living room, but Ashton had come home earlier than Calum had anticipated and made him put it all back to normal without any help. Moving things with your mind was tiring. 

“You’re a ghost, Cal, how can you get tired?”

Calum had used all of the ‘i’s and the ‘l’s to make a middle finger on Ashton’s fridge door.)

Calum thought that Ashton could sense how restless he was. Ashton seemed to find new reasons to work from home during the day so Calum wasn’t by himself. Not that they could really interact unless Ashton was in the kitchen. They’d tried using a pen and some paper once, but Calum’s ghostly abilities didn’t seem to extend to pens. He couldn’t seem to get the pressure right to actually leave ink on the paper. Ashton had laughed at him before being met with a cushion to the face. 

Calum missed being alive. He missed being able to go outside. He missed coffee. He missed being able to pet dogs.

Most of all, he was frustrated that he couldn’t remember how he’d even become a ghost. At night while Ashton was asleep, Calum tried to remember what had happened. (There wasn’t much else to do while your best friend was sleeping.) He’d get so far into the memory and then something would tug him back into the present moment. It was disconcerting. Calum could sense that he was close to finding out the truth, but something was stopping him. He’d tried to explain it to Ashton but ran out of letters and gave up. He’d debated asking the other man to buy more, but had resigned himself to the fact that it just wasn’t worth it. Ashton wasn’t going to be able to help him figure out what had happened - it was something he needed to figure out for himself.

– 

“Hey Cal, how do you feel about me throwing a Halloween party this year?”

Although Ashton couldn’t see him, he knew that Calum had raised an eyebrow at his question. 

It’s your house Ashton

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my resident ghost wasn’t inconvenienced.” Ashton smirked at his fridge as Calum spelt out a new message.

Appreciate it

Sure, have a party

Ashton cheered aloud and began reeling off his ideas to Calum, barely giving the ghost time to form a sentence. Calum shook his head fondly at the man standing opposite him - if Calum had been alive and met Ashton, he was sure that they’d have been best friends. When Ashton had finished speaking, Calum had one thing to say.

You already have a haunted house Ash

– 

The party had taken Ashton weeks of planning and he’d dragged Luke into the prep early on in the process. 

Calum liked having Luke around - he was fun to mess with. He’d taken to moving Luke’s glass from wherever he’d put it down and putting it on the other side of the room. Watching Luke’s bewilderment was a new favourite activity of Calum’s - Ashton had to keep taking the fall for his antics. 

As Halloween rolled around, Ashton’s house really did look haunted. Every room was shrouded in black and there were cobwebs all over the place. (Calum’s favourite thing was the skeleton hiding behind the downstairs closet door that jumped out whenever you walked past it.) According to Ashton, the outside looked just as scary as the inside, but Calum had to take his word for it. 

As people started arriving, Calum retreated into Ashton’s room. He didn’t usually go anywhere near the other man’s room, but Ashton had told him that it was okay if he needed to get away from all the people. Calum was worried about being walked through. Ashton had done it a few times by accident, and Calum had felt sick every time it had happened. That was something they were both eager to avoid, especially once Calum had explained to Ashton how it felt. 

A knock on Ashton’s bedroom door piqued Calum’s interest and Luke’s head appeared around the door frame.

“Ash, are you - oh. You’re not here.” Luke started to close the door but stopped suddenly, pushing it back open and slipping inside before closing it behind him. He glanced around a few times, gaze running over where Calum was sitting on the end of the bed. 

“This is going to sound crazy, but is there someone else in here?”

Calum cocked his head at Luke’s words; he knew that Ashton wasn’t particularly forthcoming with Luke about his existence. He shifted off the end of the bed, moving across the room to stand about a foot away from Luke. The blonde let out a breath as he felt the temperature in the room drop slightly.

“Calum, right?” Luke’s voice was quiet as he spoke, Calum smiling at the fact that Luke remembered his name. He picked up a pillow from Ashton’s bed in response, tossing it gently towards Luke. The other man caught it easily, eyes growing wide at the pillow that was suddenly in his arms.

“Holy shit, you are actually real.” 

Calum let out a laugh at Luke’s words, amazement etched into the blonde’s face. 

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

The blonde left the room, returning a few minutes later with an armful of stuff. He dropped it all on Ashton’s bed before turning around and facing the room. 

“So, um, I bought a small magnetic whiteboard and some of the letters from Ashton’s kitchen drawer and I was wondering if we could talk about something?”

Luke watched in shock as the letters began arranging themselves on the whiteboard.

Hi Luke

What’s up

Luke sucked in a breath before he started talking.

– 

Calum knew this was crazy. 

Luke was crazy.

Just because it was Halloween, it didn’t mean that Ashton would suddenly be able to see him. Calum had always thought the whole ‘veil being thinner on Halloween’ thing was bullshit. Luke was insistent that it wasn’t, telling him that if anyone would be able to see him it would be Ashton.

“He’s in love with you, I think.” 

The way Luke had said it had been so casual, but it sent Calum’s mind reeling. Ashton couldn’t possibly love him. He barely even knew him. Luke had dismissed Calum’s concerns before he’d even completed a sentence on the board. The more Calum thought about it, the more he was sure that he was the one in love with Ashton. He paused rearranging the letters for a moment as he stared at Luke. 

Think I love him too

Luke had lit up with a smile at Calum’s words before slipping out of the room to find Ashton. 

Calum was sure if he had any contents in his stomach, that they would be on their way out by now. He was so nervous. Luke was so sure that this would work, that Calum found himself believing the blonde man wholeheartedly. It felt like an eternity before Luke finally returned dragging Ashton behind him, along with another man that Calum had never seen before. 

“Calum, this is Michael. He’s my boyfriend and he’s also slightly psychic.”

Michael blushed a deep red at Luke’s words, scanning the room before he locked eyes with Calum. 

“Hello, Calum.” 

Calum waved gingerly at the green eyed man staring at him, Michael breaking out into a smile. He glanced at Luke and nodded slightly, the blonde smirking at Ashton. Ashton was standing behind Luke looking bewildered as he watched the exchange between his friends. 

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? Luke, how did you find out about Calum?” 

Luke glanced over his shoulder at the brunette man and rolled his eyes. 

“Please, I don’t know why you thought no one would find the picture you’d taped to your desk drawer. Coupled with the fact that you kept blaming ‘Calum’ for things. You weren’t exactly subtle, Ash. I put two and two together and did a google search.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped open as Luke spoke, Calum snickering at his reaction. Michael smiled widely at Calum and turned to face Ashton. 

“You already know what Calum looks like, right?”

Ashton nodded slowly, fearful of where this was going.

“As we all know, the veil is thinner on Halloween, therefore allowing spirits to pass between the realms. I’ve never tried to bring an actual ghost through the veil, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” Michael rolled his shoulders as he spoke, turning back to face Calum. “Provided this goes right, we should all be able to see you. I mean, I already can. But Luke and Ashton too. Worst case scenario is that only I can see you, and this doesn’t work. You only live once though, right?” 

Calum rolled his eyes at Michael’s words, bracing himself for whatever the man was about to do. 

“Oh, wait.” Michael glanced at Ashton before looking back towards Calum, “Say something to me, Calum. I need to know if I can hear you already or not.”

Calum raised an eyebrow at Michael.

“You’re such a know-it-all, Michael.” 

Michael broke out into laughter, Luke and Ashton looking at him in confusion.

“This is gonna be fun, nice to meet you Calum.” Michael smirked at him before cracking his knuckles, “You’re gonna fit right in with us all, I’m sure of that.”

“Michael, what exactly are you going to do?” Ashton’s voice was nervous, he didn’t like the fact that Michael could see Calum when he couldn’t.

“We, my dear friends, are going to summon Calum firmly into the realm of the living.”

– 

Calum felt the air around him grow fuzzy as he watched the three figures sat on the floor in front of him. 

“Now Ashton, I need you to imagine Calum standing right in front of you. Really imagine it. See him in your mind’s eye. You got it? Good.” Michael looked away from Ashton and back towards Calum. “Cal, whenever you’re ready, I need you to come and stand in front of Ashton. I’m 80% sure that this is going to work. It depends how well Ashton is visualising.”

The brunette huffed in Michael’s direction and Calum smirked. 

“Is he always like this when I’m not around?”

Michael grinned at Calum before nodding and gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of Ashton. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Calum.”

– 

Holy shit

“Cal?” Ashton’s voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the man suddenly standing before him.

“Hi, Ash.” Calum blushed under the other man’s gaze, casting a look towards Luke and Michael who were both sat on the floor smirking.

Ashton blinked a few times before slowly standing up and reaching towards Calum. The other man grabbed his arm as he stood, helping to pull him off the floor. 

“How - how are you corporeal right now?” Ashton looked over at Michael who simply shrugged in return.

“You must be really good at visualising. It was only supposed to make Calum visible and hearable. Whether or not he was corporeal was out of my control.” Michael pulled Luke to his feet as he stood up, taking the blonde’s hand, “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go and make out with my boyfriend in Ashton’s spare room. Nice to meet you, Cal. I daresay we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future.” 

Michael dragged Luke from the room, the blonde waving absentmindedly at Ashton and Calum as they retreated, closing the door behind them. 

“It’s really you.” Ashton ran his hand up Calum’s arm. The other man was wearing the same clothes as in the photo Ashton had seen, Calum’s leather jacket feeling smooth against his fingers. 

“It’s really me, Ash.” Calum brought a hand up rest against the back of Ashton’ neck. “It’s so weird to be able to talk to you and for you to actually be able to hear me.”

Ashton laughed quietly at Calum’s words, leaning forwards to rest their foreheads together. 

“I can’t believe you’re really standing here and I can see you. Remind me to get Michael a case of beer or something.” 

“Noted.” Calum grabbed both of Ashton’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’ve thought about being able to touch you for so long.”

Ashton hummed quietly at the other man’s words, the realisation finally setting in.

Calum was here. He could see Calum. He could hear him. He could feel him. 

“Ash, I need to tell you something.” Calum nudged Ashton’s head up so they were eye to eye. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” 

Ashton smiled softly at the admission.

“Pretty sure I’m in love with you too, Cal. I mean, it’s kinda complicated because you’re a ghost and all, but I really do love you.”

Calum searched Ashton’s face for any sign of hesitancy before closing the distance between them. 

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[joonsgalaxy]

hold still (m)

pairing: CEO!taehyung x reader

genre: smut

prompt: 12, requested by anon. “i’m a government worker and i had to seduce you for a case but i’m starting to like you legitimately” AU

word count: 2150

warnings: dom!Taehyung; daddy kink

a/n: this has been posted a while ago, but it was flagged as sensitive, so i’m reposting. btw, this was my first time writing smut so try not to judge me too much k? oh, and don’t put random objects up your cupcake irl, this is just fiction where nobody has to deal with consequences of such things lol

The first time you met Kim Taehyung in that bar you didn't think you'll end up bent over the expensive desk in his office. The first time you saw him you had a task and you were adamant about completing it immaculately; you had no idea that some weeks later he'd be edging you with his fingers until you were trembling with insane desire. The first time your gaze landed upon his well-built shape adorned in the most luxurious suit you'd ever seen you were determined to do your job well; you didn't know you'd be whining and squirming now beneath his palm. When your eyes met his for the first time you were about to seduce him for information and never see him again, yet here you were, two months later begging pathetically for his cock.

You worked for the government. You had to coax some information out from Kim Taehyung about his company, more specifically one of his employees. Some would say men don't talk about this delicate stuff openly with a woman they just met, but those people simply don't know what they're talking about. They probably don't work for the government, they don't have your looks and certainly they are not aware of the ways and tools to seduce a man, who works pretty much every minute of the day and is longing for some authentic, honest interaction. Well, that part is always fake on your side, but you're a professional, you know how to make it seem like it's real and natural.

Kim Taehyung didn't have any valuable information about his employee, you could see that on your first encounter. Yet he had something much more interesting, intriguing about himself that made you keep seeing him even after realising his obliviousness to the crimes of the employee. Kim Taehyung had a dazzling personality, striking intelligence, and frankly speaking, he was hot as fuck.

Three weeks into seeing each other he found out about your profession, about the reason he met you, and he, ahem, punished you for not confessing right away, but other than that, as odd as it might sound, he was pretty cool about it.

Well, maybe that was the exact reason two months after you first met him you found yourself doubting if trusting Taehyung was a good decision on your part. Maybe he was lying, maybe he even contributed to his worker's crimes and you were blinded by his seduction. You knew it was mostly the cynical part of you that was not letting you sleep at night, but eventually you realized you had to take action to make sure. You had to investigate.

You called your best friend Jeongguk–the computer expert—and asked for some help. He took care of the cameras and alarms of the building while you searched for black clothes in your closet and for a flashlight in your drawers.

With Jeongguk's voice in your ear you sneaked into the building, taking the stairs to get to the highest floor—to Taehyung's office. With the help of your skills from earlier tasks you searched for anything suspicious. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, your eyes scrutinized the documents in Taehyung's computer, your flashlight shone into the drawers of his desk, papers falling all around you.

Of course, you didn't manage to find anything illegal. Not a hint of him lying.

Just as you were about to tell Jeongguk you're ready to leave the place, he screamed in your ear making you jump. 'He's coming! Shit, how did I not notice it earlier?'

'Who's coming, Jeon?'

'Kim Taehyung! He'll be there soon, like real soon, you have ten seconds!'

That's why you ended up crouching under his desk and that's where he found you.

He asked for an explanation, and so you told him the truth. The doubts, the sleepless nights, the possibility of him not being truthful with you and, obviously, the fact that you realized all of that was utterly ridiculous.

To your pleasant surprise he just exhaled, shook his head, and then, in the most seductive of tones you've ever heard, he told you he'd have to punish you since 'you're such a bad girl, not trusting daddy.' Jeongguk took it as a cue to disconnect.

So here you were now, the side of your face pressed against the surface of Taehyung's desk, arms stretched out, fingers clutching the edge of it above your head, legs trembling and your whole body aching for release.

'What is it, baby girl?'

You could only whimper desperately in response as three of his fingers halted their merciless speed inside you. His other hand caressed the small of your back, black shirt pushed up to your bra.

'What do you want?'

It took immense effort to utter, 'Let me cum, please.' The voice sounded breathless, pathetic. You panted, he chuckled.

'Do you think you deserve it, mm?'

Probably not. Still you cried out a yes as his digits started their movements again. This time they were slow, so agonizingly slow. Slipping in and out. His palm turning up and down, his fingers massaging your walls in the most delicious of ways. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room. You thought you were going to pass out—your head was dizzy as though you floated somewhere above the mountains. Ah, fuck this weak attempt at poetry—your legs were quivering as though you'd just sprinted from one city to another with a serial killer following behind you; your arousal was dripping down your thighs as though you were storing a whole fucking ocean there. That's how Kim Taehyung made you feel. That's the effect he had on you.

He leaned down and whispered, 'I don't think you deserve it just yet.'

A strangled whine left your throat just as Taehyung's digits left your needy pussy.

'Get up,' he said, shoving a hand between your stomach and his desk.

He spun you around and damn he looked gorgeous. His pupils were dilated, fringe slightly damp with sweat and lip temptingly bitten as he levelled his wrist with your eyes. 'Do you see how desperate you are for me?'

His fingers, his wrist were glistening with your juices, your arousal trickling down his veiny forearm making your cheeks bloom in red and your tongue swipe across your lips. The sight was so delightfully sinful.

He tore the blouse off your body, along with your bra. He ogled you hungrily, gently squeezing one of your breasts.

Then he motioned you to lay on your back. You complied instantly. Of course, you did. The desire to finally bask in the breath-taking bliss that only he could bring you to was way too cosmic to ignore. You'd do anything he asked you to do.

Once you were on your back, he leaned down toward you, pressing his lips to your cheek and his palm to your core. 'I love how wet you get for me. So fucking ready for my cock.'

His filthy words set fire to the pit of your belly. You pushed yourself into his hand, seeking for some kind of relief; your hands came up to search for Taehyung's belt, which he did not appreciate at all.

'Uh-uh.' His palm was instantly drew away from your center to pin your wrists above your head. 'I didn't say you'd get it.'

You whined, yet another pathetic attempt to make him give in. It only made him smirk.

'I have something else planned for you, baby girl.' A wicked smile plastered his face, making you writhe beneath him in anticipation.

If he's going to bring you to the edge like this and then leave you hanging, though, he's going to regret it. It didn't even matter that you sort of earned this kind of ending yourself; you'd still think of ways to have your revenge on him.

Oh but it was something else that he had planned for you.

With one hand still clasped on your wrists, he grabbed the flashlight with the other one and flicked it on, pointing at your face. You got blinded for a second and fluttered your eyes closed. 'What're you doing?'

'Can you be a good girl for me?'

He turned off the flashlight, grazed the skin between your breasts with its edge. 'Mm? Answer me.'

His deep voice had never failed to send a wave of pleasure throughout your body. 'Y-yes, I'll be a good girl for you.'

He trapped his lip between his teeth, skimmed the flashlight across your stomach.

You were dazed, your skin hot with a sheen of sweat.

He too was affected. You saw his heaving chest. Inflating, deflating beneath his dress shirt. Whatever he had in his mind made his face flush in an alluring tint of pink. The sight of the evident bulge in his tight slacks elicited a soft moan from you.

Taehyung brought the flashlight to your left thigh, gliding it slowly, excruciatingly slowly toward your drenched folds. His dark eyes watched the flashlight collect your sticky arousal, and, when he pressed it against your entrance, a shiver of pleasure coursed through every eager cell of your quaking body.

He flicked the flashlight on again. 'Let's see just how ready you are.'

You licked your lips and gulped down a whimper, awaiting for the perfect stretch.

Your breath hitched, when he plunged the object into you. Your back arched at the blissful feeling, hands shifting around under Taehyung's firm hold.

'So desperate you'd take anything in.' He chuckled softly and thrusted the flashlight a few times, grazing your welcoming walls. Sonorous moans and whimpers filled the air around you. His dark eyes watching you and his skilful movements inflamed a certain pressure in the pit of your stomach making you squeeze your eyes shut.

'Be a good girl for daddy,' he murmured seductively, pushing the flashlight in deep, 'And hold it there for me.'

At that your eyes fluttered open. 'W-what?'

'Hold it there while I take care of something,' he said, then released your wrists and stepped away.

Taehyung plopped onto his desk chair as you were struggling to push yourself onto your elbows. You saw how wide his legs were spread, you felt how that prominent bulge was taunting you.

He reached for the phone on his desk while you murmured, 'This is so unfair.'

He simply smirked.

What the fuck is he doing?

He answered your inner questions by pressing a button and bringing the phone to his ear.

'I have a task for you,' he began, voice steady, unbothered with undertones of I'm-your-boss-so-you-better-listen-carefully, 'The cameras you installed two weeks ago, I want them changed. I want the whole security system changed.'

The need to snake your hand toward your throbbing clit was overwhelming. You clenched around the flashlight.

'Hire more guards. Release the contract with the current security company, find a new one.'

All you were thinking was that if he doesn't put the phone down right that second and fucks you into oblivion, you'll explode from the extreme desire and jump on him, ignoring his order to be a good girl.

You laid back down, averting your eyes, because damn the sight of Taehyung working—well, sort of—with a raging boner that you caused was just too much for your helpless body. It was getting warmer down there inside you by every passing second. The flashlight shone creating heat, awfully pleasurable heat.

'Taehyung, please,' you panted.

He brought his hand to your knee, squeezing it affectionately. 'You're doing so well,' he said, placing the phone down. 'Do you need to cum?'

'Yes!' Your exclamation made him chuckle yet again, but you couldn't care less. You just really, really needed to cum.

He dragged himself with the chair closer to you, pushing your thighs apart so he could situate his body between them. 'Such a good girl.'

He leaned down to place a kiss upon your pulsating clit. Your body shuddered in delight, hips coming up to chase his lips.

Everything else that happened after was like a blur. A blur of pure ecstasy, astounding pleasure and utter bliss. His experienced tongue moved against your clit in all the right ways. One hand caressed your thigh tenderly while the other was pumping the flashlight in and out of you until you were a moaning mess once again. His name resonated all around you countless of times. Your back arched. Your eyes shut tight.

A few more encouraging words from Taehyung and your mind went blank, your body felt weightless, blissful waves washing over you. Your thighs clamped around the man that brought you to such a heavenly state.

Once you had pushed Taehyung's head away because of the extreme sensitivity, he stood on his feet, leaning to whisper in your ear. 'I'll make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you'll be trusting daddy profoundly.'

[writersinhats]

MHA X Marvel

Chapter 1: New York, New York

Izuku wakes up in a hotel room, he's still a bit groggy as he took in his surroundings he felt a bit of confusion “wait where am I?” Thought Izuku, he looked over and found Ochako sleeping next to him “why is Ochako here?” He kept looking around confused “what’s going on?” After a few seconds of confusion his brain finally got caught up “oh that’s right I’m in New York.

One week earlier

Izuku is called into the office of Tsukauchi Naomasa the new chief of police, “oh Izuku welcome” said Tsukauchi as Izuku walked into his office “Hello Mrs. Naomasa” replied Izuku “So why did you need to see me” Tsukauchi pulled a file from out of his desk “we got a tip from our friends in America that might have something to do with the league of Villains” “What really?” Said Izuku all the memories of his encounters with the league reaching the surface of his thoughts “yeah” replies Tsukauchi “they have suspicion to believe that some of the gangs in New York have had interactions with the League” “so it’s a problem for America as well is us” “correct and furthermore the biggest hero team in America has requested we send some of our most knowledgeable heroes on the subject to help with their investigating, namely you” Izuku looked a bit stunned at this “why me?” Asked Izuku “Well for one you’ve been involved in this case sense you were in high school, second you’ve interacted with Tomura Shigaraki in the past, and finally you’re the successor to All Might, even if that last fact in only known by you and me” “well yeah that’s all true” replied Izuku sheepishly “but aren’t there others heroes more qualified than me?” “Look kid” replied Tsukauchi “I know you’ve only been a full fledge hero for about 2 years now, but in the short time I’ve know you, you have been one of the best heroes to work with, and so I don’t think there’s anyone else more qualified for this then you” with that statement Izuku smiled a little bit “now here are your tickets” says Tsukauchi as he hands Izuku an envelope “when do I leave and, how long will the trip be?” Ask Izuku “you leave in a week, and the operation could last about two to three months, don’t worry well take care of the travel and rooming expenses, but everything else is on you” “ok said Izuku as he opened the envelope, however when there was a slight bit of confusion on his face as he looked inside “Hey Mrs. Naomasa, is this a mistake I see two tickets in here?” “Oh it’s no mistake, I pulled some strings, and now you’re allowed to bring a plus one” replies Tsukauchi “why?” Asked Izuku “because on top of this being a business trip, I was thinking that you also need a vacation” “what me a vacation?” “Yes a vacation, look ever sense you got your job as a hero, you’ve been going none stop, you haven’t taken a break in the two years you’ve been a hero” Izuku was about to object but Tsukauchi cut him off “and no those dates you take with your girlfriend after work don’t count, so go on take her with you, there will be plenty of time for work but you should also enjoy yourself while you’re there.”

Today

Izuku could still feel the effects of jetlag as he laid in his hotel bed, half asleep, half awake. He didn’t want to get up but he knew he had to, his meeting with the Avengers was in a few hours. “Ok Izuku time to get up” he said to try and motivate himself, he sat up and tried to shake his girlfriend awake “Ochako it’s time to get up” she curled up into more of a ball “no” “come on if we don’t get up we’re going to miss the free breakfast” at that Ochako starter to uncurl “alright I’m up, I’m up” as she got up Izuku noticed that she had a bit of bed head, he scooted closer to her and hugged her from behind “your hairs all messy” he then kissed her neck “it’s still beautiful” Ochako started to play with Izukus hair “you hair looks about the same” she then kissed him on the forehead “beautiful.”

When they both made it down to the hotel Breakfast, they weren’t entirely sure of what to get, “man American Breakfasts is so much different than the ones back at home” remarked Ochako “I know” replied Izuku “there’s no rice, no fish, and there’s a ton of Bread.” In the end they ended up getting some eggs, toast and some yogurt.

After Breakfast they both went back to their room and decided to get changed into their hero costumes, even thought they had seen a lot of each other, Izuku still felt a little embarrassed when he changed in the same room as her, as he started to pull his costume out of his bag he noticed a small velvet box in his bag, he quickly hid it amongst his socks before Ochako could see it.

Izuku and Ochako left the Hotel in full hero mode, while their costumes looked mostly the same sense there days back at UA, they had made some upgrades since then, thanks in part to Hatsume. “So then which way is Avengers towers” asked Ochako “Well it shouldn’t be hard to miss” said Izuku as he started looking around “They said it should it’s the one with the big A on it, ah there it is” said Izuku as he pointed in the direction of Avengers Tower. As they walked towards the tower they heard an explosion, they rushed over in the direction of it. When they got there they saw smoke coming out of a bank, and then 6 villains coming out, they looked crazy, one looked like a rhino, one of them had four tentacles coming out of his side, they all started running away, “come on we’ve got to stop them” yelled Izuku “but what about the meeting” responded Ochako “that can wait if these guys are on a rampage, then people are going to get hurt” Ochako looked at Izuku with wonder in her eyes, and remembered that this Heroic nature of his was one of the reasons she loved him “alright let’s get em” said Ochako with an added sense of confidence. Ochako jumped onto Izukus back, then she taped her fingers together to make herself float then she tapped Izukus chest to make him float, and as they started to rise up from the ground that started thinking the same phrase “Super couple ultimate combo move” Izuku then flipped backward and placed his foot on the building behind them, he then Kicked off and the couple started flying towards danger "One for All, Zero-gravity shoot style.”

Notes: So this is my first Official Fic, I hope everyone enjoys it, I’m going to try and keep a consistent schedule of putting out a chapter about every 2 weeks, right now I’m just going to be posting them here on tumblr, but down the line I may repost these on other sites, I’ll let you guys know when I do that.

[bokura-no-ua]

Inktober - Day 8: Crooked

Pairing: Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Rating: T Other Tags: A tad of social anxiety and some questionable behaviour on the part of a few young men

Art by Kumi. Words by Red. Read it on AO3! Please, do not repost anywhere.

Love-in-idleness

The atmosphere was stifling, and Denki brought his hand up to loosen the tie, the feeling of it around his collar constricting. He really hated these kinds of events, especially when propriety and formal attire were involved.

All U.A. students had to attend the formal party organised by the school so he had no other choice but to dress up accordingly. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to be celebrating but he knew the whole thing was for a charity of some sort, so he couldn’t really find it in himself to complain too much. He was an U.A. student now, so he had to suck it up and put up with everything that came along with that title.

He had started the evening off with his classmates, but they had soon broken up into smaller groups of twos and threes, until it was just him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou in one corner of the crowded room. However, after a short while, Sero claimed to be starving and left with Kirishima towards a table filled with fancy-looking food, whose ingredients they could not recognise and ended up asking Bakugou for help in deciphering what was what.

So, he had then drifted from group to group, chatting amiably with everyone he encountered throughout the majority of the event. He got to know quite a few of the first-years from other classes as well as feeling slightly intimidated by the powerful aura of a handful of second- and third-year students.

As of right now, though, he was standing near the doors that led to one of the balconies, shoulders and back leaning heavily against the wall. He was sure that if a teacher were to see him like that, he would get scolded but, for the first time that night, he didn’t care.

Denki needed a break.

He made a beeline for the balcony doors the second he saw the teachers nearby get lost in the sea of people.

The second he stepped out, he breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, his body relaxing immediately. He even literally welcomed the chilly breeze of the autumn evening with his arms wide open before taking the few remaining steps towards the railing.

The night was quiet, the closed doors keeping away both the music and the incessant chatter he was sure was happening on the other side. The smell of rain floated in the air as a few dark clouds took turns covering up the moon hanging high in the sky.

Denki felt at peace here.

He closed his eyes, the wind picking up and ruffling his hair. He was considered a social butterfly by most of his classmates and he knew he could crack a few jokes at the drop of a hat and lighten up the mood quickly, but he treasured moments like these, moments when he could just... be.

He absolutely loved living with everyone else at the dorms but he sure as hell missed being able to isolate himself completely and read for hours on end, maybe with some music playing low in the background.

His thoughts were interrupted, though, by the sound of the handle being turned and the door being opened and closed quickly afterwards. He turned and saw Jirou sigh in relief, her forehead pressed against the glass for a second before moving away from the door and finally spotting Denki behind her.

Perfect, he thought. Of all the people at the party that could’ve cut into his peaceful, alone time, it had to be Jirou, the girl who loved antagonising him. It didn’t help that their every interaction made him develop the tiniest of crushes on her, or the fact that her purple dress made her body look even more petite and cute.

She was wearing a short, dark purple dress, with lace covering her chest all the way up to the base of her neck. He had no idea what kind of name the neckline might have or what skirt it was, but she looked amazing in it nonetheless. And the addition of the leather jacket made the whole outfit suit her even more. He swallowed loudly, thankful that the moonlight wasn’t illuminating his face right then.

He put on a big smile and called out to her.

“Hey, Ji-” She ran towards him and put her hand on top of his mouth to shut him up.

“Shhhh!” She looked frantically around, as if to make sure they were actually alone and then over her shoulder, checking to see if anyone came through the door. “They might hear you!”

“Who?” came Denki’s muffled response from behind Jirou’s hand. She removed it, seemingly disgusted by the proximity.

“Just some guys who wouldn’t stop following me around. I also needed a break from the party itself, honestly,” she said and sighed again. She moved to the railing and turned, her back pressed against it while her elbows rested on top of it.

“Weren’t you with Yaomomo and Mina?” he asked, a frown appearing on his face as he walked closer to her.

“I was, until I lost them while I was coming back from the bathroom, which is when these guys spotted me. I have no idea what they want, but the way they were staring gave me the creeps,” she explained with a shudder. At his questioning look, she added, “They were worse than Mineta watching that interview with Midnight and Mount Lady for the one hundredth time.”

“Wow, that bad?” To which she just nodded, silence falling on them right after.

The quiet Denki had been seeking had been completely disrupted by Jirou’s sudden appearance. He tried to get back to his previous state of calmness and peacefulness, but her presence, along with the reason as to why she had joined him, prevented him from being able to relax fully.

He chanced a glance and saw her fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket. Even though she had this tough look most of the time, she was obviously still shaken up by those dudes leering at her. He willed his anger down at that thought and decided to try and cheer her up. It was the least he could do, right?

“Hey,” he said, another smile tugging at his lips when his eyes met hers. “You’re wearing purple, are you an old woman perhaps?”

Denki’s attempt at a joke was met with a succession of punches to any parts of his body Jirou could reach.

“What - the - heck, Ka - mi - na - ri?!” Each word and syllable of his name were said quietly, so as not to alert anyone that they were out there, and they were accompanied by a hit.

“It was a joke! A joke! Stop hitting me!” he tried to defend himself and deflected her attacks, something which only served to aggravate her even further. He was at least thankful that she hadn’t used her Earphone Jacks; those hurt a lot.

“What kind of a lame joke was that?” Jirou asked, a final fist successfully connecting with Denki’s chest.

“There’s this poem that begins with the line ‘When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.’ It’s pretty well-known.”

“Well, I... have never heard of it and I don’t really get what the joke was.”

“Never mind,” he said, and they stood in silence once more.

Denki felt bad now. He had just been trying to lighten up the mood! He didn’t know why he could never get her to laugh like he did with everyone else. Maybe he shouldn’t beat around the bush? Perhaps being more straightforward was the answer here.

So, after a few minutes of thinking, he went with a different approach.

“Did you know,” he paused for dramatic effect and only continued when he made sure she was actually listening to him, “that purple has always been associated with nobility and luxury because it was such a hard pigment to come by in the past? Only emperors and nobles had enough money to pay for garments dyed in that colour.”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. This was the most responsive he had ever seen Jirou being towards him, so he went on.

“Yeap,” he nodded as he looked up at the moon. “There was a time in ancient Rome when only the Emperor had the privilege of wearing that colour. Same thing here in Japan, we associate it with wealth and position. Also, the darker the shade, the more dignified the colour is perceived to be.”

After his little rant filled with fun facts was over, he lowered his gaze back to his companion and found her face rather close to his. He swallowed again as her eyes analysed every shift in his expression.

He had no idea what was going on inside her mind, but she must’ve found whatever answer she was looking for because, then, Jirou took a step back, her hands coming up to Denki’s tie, making quick work at adjusting it. He had actually completely forgotten about his lack of air from earlier.

“You know, you don’t have to try so hard if you just want to say you like the colour of my dress, stupid,” she mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Alright, then. I do actually like the colour of the dress. I think it suits you,” Denki replied softly, his face completely open and vulnerable if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony and see them.

She lightly hit him in the chest after finishing with the tie and walked back to the door.

“Let’s get back,” she said over her shoulder, and Denki followed her, keeping his body close to hers in case those guys were still around.

After a brief walk, he saw Jirou waving at the girls from their class. As he saw her practically sprint towards them, he thought that, even if the symbolism was different, Jirou definitely was the embodiment of the poem Denki had mentioned: never conforming to anything or anyone, always bending the rules and surpassing people’s expectations.

Denki grinned as he waved at the girls and almost didn’t notice the small smile in Jirou’s face that was being directed his way. His hand faltered a little in the air and he turned, face red, and decided to go find his three friends.

By the time he found them, standing near the same table piled up with food, his heart was beating rapidly still but, despite being surrounded by people from all angles, he at least felt unbelievably happy.

[lightningbreath]

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