#I swear to god I was on the edge throughout this scene

[dv-kelp-face]

Boy was the River Styx getting heavy traffic that day

[notiddygothgf]

19. Little Black Dress

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ we look good together. ❞

★ c.w.: fluff, denji, lime, aki being so feral

★ a/n: hi darlings!!! i am officially back at school (kill me). we are now in the rising tension part of the story! things are about to crescendo, not in this chap tho (so enjoy the fluff while it lasts lolllllll). thank you all sm for coming on this ride w me. i dont have much to say, but thank you for all of your love throughout the course of this story. 10k reads? omfg. I'm shocked. love u all my babies. Anyway! i wont say too much. enjoy! comment comment comment away!!! xx

★ w.c: .6.2k

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THE NEXT MORNING, when you finally woke, Aki was already in the kitchen, undoubtedly whipping something delicious together. In fact, you could smell it from where you were laying – what smelled like buttery eggs combined with the scent of him that lingered on his bedsheets. With a groan, you shifted, turning onto your side and then stretching your arms way above your head. Your bones and joints protested with a series of loud cracks. 

A large part of you wanted to stay in his bed forever, melting into his clean sheets – and, yes, Aki had washed both the sheets and the pillow the night before, so you had a brand new backup blanket to swaddle yourself up in – until you were forced to get up. In fact, judging by the way you could hear him complaining to one of his "nightmare roommates" about something you couldn't quite hear, you couldn't imagine that the morning would have remained peaceful for much longer.

So, begrudgingly, you sat up – doing one more biggg stretch before swinging your feet over the edge of the bed and slipping out of its warm confines. Your feet were warm against the cold floor as you padded on over to the kitchen, popping the door open and–

Why is Aki pointing a knife at Denji? You thought.

The scene that unfolded before you was one that made you wipe at your eyes groggily, just to make sure you were truly seeing what you thought you had seen. Sure enough, Denji was sitting at the table with his tongue stuck out, using his arms to shield a plate from Aki – one that held an absolute monstrosity of a sandwich with eight whole slices of bread stacked atop one another. In front of him (and all around him) pots of jam lay discarded, making a mess all over the table. 

"You're not my dad, topknot, so back off," He was hissing at your not-quite-boyfriend.

Aki waved the knife in Denji's direction, and now, you understood. He had been chopping up fruit for breakfast, and was using the knife as an extension of the harsh words he was spouting – "If I were your father I would have left you in a box in an alleyway somewhere. If you don't clean that shit up, I swear to everything that's holy in this world–"

"I'm part Devil, dipshit. I ain't scared of God!" Denji retorted.

"Fuck God," Aki's eye twitched, "I'll fucking kill you myself."

They're like siblings. Walking into the kitchen, you clasped your hands together, breaking up the argument with a friendly, "Good morning, you two."

Aki visibly softened at the sight of you – blue eyes dropping to your bare legs before raking themselves back up your body (which was draped in his sweater). Denji, in comparison, only got louder.

"Tell Captain ass to let me eat my breakfast in peace," He huffed.

You smiled. Smiled so hard your eyes crinkled at the corners.

You laughed softly at Denji's comment and took a seat at the table, pulling Aki's sweater tighter around yourself. "Whatcha cookin', Aki?" you asked, your voice still tinged with sleep.

"Scrambled eggs and toast," Aki replied, glancing at you as he flipped the eggs in the pan. His tone softened when he looked at you, his usual sharpness replaced with something gentler. "I'm feeling lazy this morning. That okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay," you replied, smiling at him. The warmth in your voice seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of affection in his eyes before he turned back to the stove.

Denji, still seated at the table, glared at Aki, then muttered, "Simp," under his breath.

You stifled a laugh as Aki ignored him with the practiced patience of someone who had heard far worse. He finished plating the eggs and paired them with crispy bacon and golden buttered toast before setting the plates in front of you and Denji. Finally, he sat down with his own plate, running a hand through his hair like he was already exhausted by the day's events.

You all ate in relative silence at first, the clinking of cutlery the only sound breaking the quiet. The food was delicious, the perfect mix of savory and comforting, and you let out a contented hum as you took another bite.

As you were finishing your eggs, Aki cleared his throat. "By the way, don't forget about tonight," he said, looking at you. "That formal event starts at seven. We should aim to leave by six."

You groaned, dropping your fork onto your plate. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that. All my clothes are still at the hotel. Do we... have to go back?"

Aki chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What kind of guy do you think I am? No, we can go shopping today if you want."

"Really?" Your eyes lit up as the idea sank in. "Can we go to the mall?"

"Anywhere you want," he replied with a small smile that made your chest flutter.

Denji, who had been quietly inhaling his food, suddenly slammed his fork down. "No fair! You never take me clothes shoppin'!"

"That's because you're a boy," Aki said, deadpan. "I've bought you plenty of clothes. You're the only person I know who can ruin six button-downs in a month." He took a sip of his coffee, then added, "You can wear my old suit again tonight. I'm sure you'll want to look put together for Miss Makima."

Denji's head snapped up, his eyes wide with sudden interest. "She's going?"

"Of course she's going," you replied with a teasing smile. "She's the one who organized the event."

Denji's reaction was instant and dramatic. He shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth, crumbs flying everywhere as he stood abruptly. "I gotta plan my outfit!" he mumbled around the food, then bolted out of the room.

You and Aki exchanged a look, his exasperation mirroring your amusement. Then, without warning, you both burst into laughter.

After a moment, he stood and began clearing the plates. You followed his lead, helping him stack them neatly by the sink. The two of you worked in companionable silence, and you found yourself stealing glances at him as he rinsed the dishes. There was something about the way he moved—so deliberate and calm—that made your chest ache in the best way.

"So," you said, breaking the quiet. "What's the plan for today?"

Aki shrugged, drying his hands on a towel. "First, we'll get you something nice to wear for tonight. Then maybe... coffee? Or whatever you want."

"Sounds perfect," you said, smiling.

"Good," he replied, and for a second, you thought you saw his lips twitch upward.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been to the mall. In fact, as you and Aki walked side-by-side, matching smoothies in hand – fingers interlocked in the middle, you couldn't remember the last time you had gone anywhere and had this much fun. The two of you had made your way up to the second floor in search of formalwear for the event later that evening. You were humming an indistinct tune. Aki had all of your shopping bags looped around his arm, carrying them effortlessly.

The two of you wandered through the buzzing mall, the cheerful hum of conversation and the sound of footsteps blending into the background. Aki glanced down at you, his dark hair catching the fluorescent light in a way that softened his usual sharp features. You took a sip of your smoothie, the cold sweetness of it perfectly complementing the light, giddy feeling in your chest.

"This one's good, right?" you asked, tilting the cup toward him.

Aki arched an eyebrow but leaned in anyway, lips just brushing the straw before he took a small sip. "Not bad," he admitted. "But mine's better."

"Oh, really?" you teased, reaching for his cup with a mischievous grin. "Let me see about that."

Aki rolled his eyes but handed it over, his fingers brushing yours as you grabbed it. You took an exaggeratedly thoughtful sip, pretending to evaluate it like a connoisseur. "Okay, fine," you conceded with a laugh. "Yours wins. This time."

He smirked, a small, rare thing that made your heart flip. "Told you."

You were still laughing as you passed a storefront that caught your eye. The mannequins in the window wore two dresses that couldn't have been more different, and yet they both drew you in. One was a soft, flowing gown in a pale shade, almost angelic in its simplicity. The other was bold, form-fitting, with a cold shoulder and a slit that suggested trouble.

You stopped in your tracks, tugging Aki's hand to get his attention. "Hold on. I need to see these."

Aki followed your gaze and then gave you a quiet, curious look as you stepped closer to the window. "Which one?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with interest.

"Both," you said with a grin.

He exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head, but didn't argue as you dragged him inside.

Once in the store, you reached for the rack behind the angelic dress first, running your fingers over the matching fabrics. "This one's pretty," you murmured, flicking through the rack for your size and then holding it up to yourself. It was the kind of dress that felt safe, elegant but not showy.

Then your eyes slid to the daring one, and you couldn't help but grin as you picked one up – luckily, also your size. "But this one..." you trailed off, holding it against yourself and glancing at Aki. 

His expression didn't change much, but his eyes flicked to the dress and then back to your face, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. "That one's... something," he said, his voice low and careful.

You laughed, pretending to dismiss his reaction, but you could feel your cheeks warming. "Something good or something bad?"

He hesitated, then shrugged in that understated way of his. "You'll have to try it on."

With a scoff, you slipped your arm into the nook within the two hangers. Then, nodding towards the back, you headed off to the counter. A young-looking woman with a scowl on her face sat with her arm draped over the register, fingers drumming a tune. 

You approached her, asking, "Do you have fitting rooms?"

Without raising her eyes to look at you, she waved to the back of the store. "In the back, to the left."

"Thanks," you said with a polite smile, though the clerk barely acknowledged it.

You turned to Aki, nodding toward the back of the store where the fitting rooms were tucked away. He followed you without a word, his dark eyes scanning the store's interior as you weaved through the racks.

When you reached the fitting rooms, you made a beeline for the one furthest in the back, tugging Aki along by the hand. A small bench sat against the wall outside the stalls, and you gestured toward it. "Sit here."

Aki's brow furrowed, and he looked at you with a faint pout that made your chest flutter despite yourself. "I'm just supposed to wait?"

"Yes," you teased, giving him a pointed look. "And no peeking."

He rolled his eyes but dropped onto the bench, folding his arms. "Fine. But don't take too long."

You chuckled and slipped inside the fitting room, the heavy curtain swishing shut behind you. The small, brightly lit space felt cozy, with a single mirror angled just right to catch every detail. You set the dresses down on the small bench inside and reached for the first one—the soft, angelic gown.

Sliding it on, you adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric down over your body, turning to catch the full effect in the mirror. It fit well – white fabric forming a sweetheart neckline over your chest, accentuating the curve of your waist, and falling in waves over your legs, down to your feet. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder; sheer fabric flowing around your arms like something out of a fantasy book.

You stepped out to show him.

He looked up immediately, his eyes softening as they swept over you. They paused over the sleeves.

"That's really nice," He hummed gently, tapping his chin in thought. It was funny, seeing him back here where he had no business being, manspreading without a care in the world on a bench that was way too short for him. "You look like a princess."

The compliment made your face burn, but you pushed a little further, "I need feedback, Aki. Decisions need to be made."

"How am I supposed to make a choice if I haven't seen the other one?" He quirked a sassy little brow. "This one looks really good on you. Get it."

You rolled your eyes, "Hold on."

Stepping back into the dressing room and closing the curtain behind you, you unzipped the side of the dress. It fell into a pile at your ankles. With a hiss, you swept it up, fumbling to hang it up.

Once you were stripped down to your underwear, you glanced at the strapless black dress that awaited you. There was simply no way that you would have been able to get away with wearing a bra with it, so you unclasped the back of your cotton bra and tossed it off to the side. Then, holding your titties for dear life, you unzipped the black gown and wiggled into it.

You looked like a completely different girl. The dress was cinched a bit around the waist, dark fabric flowing down to the floor. The slit in the side ran all the way up to your upper thigh – a daring choice, sure, but one you didn't exactly hate.You slipped your arms into the off-the-shoulder straps, and then paused to take a good look at your reflection in the mirror.

Who is this Diva? You thought.

Just to make sure that you really were looking at yourself, you turned around and looked at the back.

Holy shit, You noted, zipping the back of the corset up to bring everything in a little more. This dress is a little tight.

Can you see my cellulite?

My back rolls?

"I'm not sure how I feel about this one, Aki," you called out, tugging at the fabric to smooth it down. "It's a bit tight."

Before you could say anything else, the curtain suddenly parted, and you gasped. Aki stepped inside, his hand on the edge of the curtain, his eyes squeezed shut as if that made his intrusion less scandalous.

"Relax," he teased, a smirk curling at his lips. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Your shock melted into a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "Aki—!"

But then his eyes opened, and whatever quip you had died on your tongue. His gaze swept over you slowly, his sharp features softening as he took you in. His Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn't decide where to settle his focus—your face, your figure, the daring slit in the fabric.

"This one..." he murmured, stepping fully inside and letting the curtain fall closed behind him. He glanced around to make sure no one had noticed before his hand reached out, skimming the fabric at your waist. "...This one is nice."

His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his fingers lingered, trailing down to your hip, made your skin tingle.

"Aki," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit," he muttered, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You just put it on, and I already can't wait to get it off you."

The heat in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, his lips brushed yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But the second you leaned into him, the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist to pull you closer.

He's insatiable.

The gown's tight fit meant every part of you was pressed against him, and you could feel the slight hitch in his breath as his fingers splayed against your back.

"Aki," you mumbled against his lips, trying to sound scolding, but it came out more like a plea.

"Mm?" he hummed, his mouth trailing down to the corner of your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck.

"We're in public," you reminded him, though your own hands betrayed you, clutching at the lapels of his coat.

"I don't care," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before pulling back just enough to look at you again. His pupils were blown wide, and there was a rare, reckless edge in his expression. "You look amazing," he said, his voice rough. "Don't even think about putting that dress back on the rack."

Aki's lips pressed harder against yours, his hands steady on your thighs as he pinned you to the mirror. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your toes curl. You held onto him tightly, your arms looped around his neck, your fingers tangling in the strands of his dark hair. 

The cool surface of the mirror at your back was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, and every small shift of his body against yours sent a jolt through you. His grip on your legs tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hips pressing into yours as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough. 

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and insistent, matching the rhythm of your own. His lips left yours briefly, trailing down the curve of your jaw to your neck, where he placed a series of heated kisses that made you gasp. 

"Aki," you whispered, your voice breathy and unsteady, but it only spurred him on. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at the back of his coat. 

"Love it when you say my name like that, Baby," he murmured against your skin, his tone low and teasing.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp intake of breath as his lips found that spot just below your ear again. "You started this," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"And I'm not planning on stopping," he muttered, his breath hot against your neck before his mouth found yours again, his kiss deep and all-consuming. 

The world outside the fitting room ceased to exist. The sounds of the store faded into the background, replaced by the soft, shared rhythm of your breaths. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, and you lost track of time as you melted into him. 

His hand slid up your side, just under the slit of your dress, his fingertips grazing bare skin. You shivered, your lips parting against his as he pressed closer, his weight grounding you against the mirror. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was reckless, that anyone could walk by and notice the curtained fitting room with two shadows tangled together inside. But as Aki's hands held you firmly and his mouth moved against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

You stayed like that, lost in the heat of the moment, until the sound of a muffled conversation outside reminded you both of where you were. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing yours one last time, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. 

"We should stop," you whispered, though you made no move to let go of him. "And wait until... 'til we get home, yeah?" 

"Probably," Aki agreed, but the way he lingered, his hands still holding you in place, said otherwise. 

His eyes searched yours, dark and full of something unspoken, and you couldn't help but smile, your lips brushing his once more. He deepened the kiss immediately, slipping his tongue against your lips, begging for entry – his hands gripped your ass a little tighter, throwing your legs around his waist and lifting you up with a mind-boggling ease. With a passion, he pinned you up against the mirror.

"Your back," You just barely managed to get out, clawing at his back through his sweatshirt, desperate to find purchase somewhere. "Aki–"

"Fuck waiting until we get home," Aki hissed, licking a stripe all the way from your collarbone to your jaw, "Need you right now."

After Aki made good on his word, taking you right then and there, up against the wall of the dressing room with his hand covering your mouth, he paid for the dress himself, uttering something about having to buy it.

What a gentleman.

Later in the evening, you were standing in front of Aki's bedroom mirror, makeup strewn over the surface of his dresser, brush in hand. You were wearing the black dress from earlier (as per Aki's request). Behind you, Aki had his back turned, doing up the buttons of his freshly-ironed, white dress shirt – crisp white fabric tensing around the muscles in his back and shoulders ever-so slightly before relaxing. As you combed the bristles through your locks, you couldn't help but revel in the domesticity of it all.

He looks so fucking good.

You turned your attention back to your reflection, setting the brush down on the dresser. Then, reaching for the concealer you had just finished using, you dabbed a little onto your neck – over the red hickey he had left in the dressing room only a few hours earlier – and then tapped it into your skin. 

You caught Aki's reflection in the mirror. He was methodically adjusting his cuffs, his face neutral but focused. The sight of him in his neatly pressed shirt sent a quiet flutter through you, but beneath it, a pang of something heavier stirred. A memory.

"This feels like we're married, doesn't it?" you asked, the words leaving your lips softly, almost absentmindedly.

Aki glanced up, meeting your eyes in the mirror. His hands paused briefly, but he didn't respond immediately. You turned away from the mirror and looked at him directly, your heart tightening as you spoke again. 

"I used to do this with my husband," you admitted, voice tinged with a wistful melancholy. "Getting ready together. Picking out the right tie or fixing my makeup while he fussed over his hair." You smiled faintly at the thought, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "That was before he started the... uh... the–" You swallowed, "The whole being-an-abuser thing..."

Aki's brows furrowed slightly, his hands still on his cuffs. He didn't interrupt, letting you continue.

"Is it crazy that I still think about him?" you confessed, the weight of those words surprising even yourself. "Not in a good way, but I just– I can't seem to wipe him from my memory, you know?" Your voice caught, and you swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor. "How many years we spent together, and now... well, now I hate his guts."

"That's normal. You wasted years of your life on that piece of shit. He's not gonna just disappear, but..." he said quietly, his voice steady. "You don't have to forget him to move forward."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

You don't have to forget him to move forward.

Can I... move forward?

"You're right," You sighed. Turning back to your reflection, you uncapped the rouge lipstick you had purchased the day before and painted your lips with it. "I think I'm just worried about tonight. I mean, what if he shows up?"

"Don't worry about that," He replied. It was sort of funny, how easily he said it. Like your husband was nothing more than an ant beneath his boot, something that passed like the wind. He slipped his tuxedo coat on with a similar grace, "He's not supposed to come."

"But what if he does?"

Finally, Aki turned around, regarding you with a faint hum, "Then you stay by my side and I beat his ass if he tries getting close to you."

His confidence was admirable. You had no doubt that he could take your husband in a fight. Still, the thought that he wanted to fight for you – the concept of having someone who loved you so much that they were willing to go to war for you – was something foreign to you. It was... nice. You hadn't ever experienced it before.

Why do I feel like crying? Biting back the tears and choosing to smile instead, you walked over to where your lover was standing – basked gently in the warm lamplight, shadows of his past dancing over his face, hair tied back into that stupid little topknot you loved so fucking much. Hell, you loved everything about him.

This is love.

You took the tie from his hands carefully. "Promise you won't leave me?"

Not tonight, not ever? 

Both of you knew what you meant, and it was more than just a request for the evening. It was a promise for the indefinite future, the promise of commitment, the promise that he would love you even on your worst days, when no one else could. 

"On my honor," He peered down into your eyes with nothing but fondness, like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky yourself. Then, barely fighting back a lovestruck grin, he answered, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything before, you know that?"

Promise you won't break my heart? You thought. He was the kind of handsome that made your heart ache. The kind of handsome you wouldn't be able to take getting your heart broken by – the kind of handsome you kept in a locket in your pocket when you went into battle, yearning to return so that you could see it once more.

"You look dashing, honey," You placed your hand on his chest. "Zip my dress up?"

"Of course, pretty girl," He smiled, visibly melting at the nickname – he's so cute. You turned around, baring your back to him. The dress's zipper was undone. His hands were warm and reassuring, grazing the skin of your back, reaching for the zipper and pulling it up. You had to fight a shiver as his hand climbed up your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

When he was done, he laid his head on your shoulder and peered at your reflection, hands coming to rest on your waist. His eyes raked over your dressed form like you were a painting. "We look good together."

You smiled. "I still can't believe this is happening – us, the divorce," You sighed, "Not to kill the buzz."

"You're not chickening out on me, are you?" He teased.

"Of course not. I wanna be with you, Aki," You replied. "I'm not backing down now," A pause, then you continued, "I just... I'm a little lost. I don't know where to go from here. I don't even think I know any lawyers."

Aki pressed a kiss to your nape, murmuring, "I can help you. Don't worry about all of that tonight, though, okay? Just try to have a good time."

Try to have a good time.

Yeah, he's right.

You smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Then, wheeling yourself around, you tossed the tie around his shoulders.

You wound the fabric around his neck – the same way you used to do with your husband so long ago. The way you hadn't in so many years. Then, like they had memories of their own, your hands worked the tie into a bow. Once you were done, you patted his chest for good measure. (It felt like you were patting a wall of muscle, of course). 

Rather than thanking you verbally, Aki leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Then another.

And, when you didn't stop him, he gave you another.

"Aki," You giggled. His love was dizzying – wrapping around you like perfume and making your head feel light. "My lipstick."

"Sorry," He chuckled, not sounding the very least bit sorry about it. Still, he gave in, stepping back to admire you (but not before taking the opportunity to smack your ass). "I'm gonna check on Denji. Gotta make sure he doesn't fuck up my old suit."

You smiled, "He's 16, isn't he? I think he can handle dressing himself."

"Last time we had a black-tie event, he decided not to tell anyone that he totally fucked the buttons up until after the party was halfway over," He replied. "You overestimate him."

"I can help him," You added. "Does he know how to tie a tie?"

"Not a chance," He snapped back, already heading out the door. "You're only allowed to do that shit for me. He can piss off."

He's so jealous, You mused. Still, you couldn't deny the way your eyes dropped down to his slack-bound ass as he walked out the door. He looks so good in slacks, it's not even funny.

Your quiet reverie was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Before you could answer, it swung open, and Power's wild head of hair popped in. Her expression was unusually... uncertain, her eyes darting around the room before finally landing on you. 

"You," she said, pointing dramatically. "Help me."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" she said with a huff, stepping fully into the room. She was wearing a suit of her own. "Topknot said I look like feces. Feces! Can you believe that?!" 

"Actually, yeah," you said, lips twitching into a smirk before you could stop yourself. Power glared, but it lacked her usual venom, replaced instead by something almost... sheepish. 

She groaned. "You're the only other girl around here. Teach me! Make me not look like feces."

"Uh..." You glanced at her face, then at the chaotic contents of the bag. It looked like she'd raided a dollar store makeup aisle and grabbed whatever she thought was shiny. "Do you even know what any of this is for?"

"Of course not!" she snapped, crossing her arms like you'd offended her deeply. "That's why I came to you. Now, fix my face!"

You stared at her for a moment, caught between surprise and amusement. "Alright, fine. Sit down," you said, gesturing toward the foot of Aki's bed. "But if you're gonna ask for my help, you have to actually listen to me."

"Fine, fine," Power grumbled, plopping into the chair with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "Just make me look better than him." She jabbed a finger toward the door, clearly referring to Aki. 

You couldn't help but laugh as you started sorting through her chaotic collection of makeup. "That's a tall order, Power. But I'll do my best."

Power squirmed on the edge of Aki's bed, her knees bouncing with impatience. "How long is this going to take? I don't have all day, you know!" 

You rolled your eyes as you sorted through the chaotic pile of makeup she'd brought. Most of it was a disaster—cheap glitter, unflattering shades of lipstick, and eyeshadow palettes that looked like they'd been designed by a clown. "If you want me to make you look good, you'll have to sit still and stop complaining." 

Power groaned dramatically, flopping backward. "This is torture. I thought humans were supposed to be good at this kind of thing!" 

"Some of us are," you said, holding up a small collection of products you deemed usable. "But if you keep moving like that, I'm going to make you look worse than 'feces.'" 

She bolted upright, glaring at you. "Impossible! I, Power, cannot look worse than feces!" 

You smirked, stepping closer with a makeup brush in hand. "We'll see about that. Now close your eyes." 

Power reluctantly complied, squeezing her eyes shut like a kid about to take medicine. You began gently brushing a soft beige eyeshadow across her lids, choosing a subtle color to even out her skin tone. 

"Why is this taking so long?" she mumbled, her voice laced with irritation. "Just slap it on and be done!" 

You resisted the urge to sigh. "Makeup isn't about 'slapping it on.' It's an art. You have to take your time." 

She cracked one eye open, peering at you suspiciously. "You like doing this, don't you? Messing with my face." 

You snorted. "You're the one who asked me for help." 

"I didn't ask," she shot back. "I demanded. There's a difference." 

"Of course there is," you said dryly, moving on to her eyeliner. "Now hold still. This part's tricky." 

As you carefully traced a wing along her lash line, Power muttered, "Why do humans care so much about this? Isn't it better to be feared than admired?" 

"Maybe," you replied, leaning back to inspect your work. "But admiration has its perks. And it doesn't hurt to look nice every now and then." 

Power scoffed. "I already look nice. I'm the pinnacle of beauty." 

You smirked, reaching for a tube of mascara. "You'd look better if you stopped bragging." 

She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it shut when you held up the wand. "What's that?" 

"Mascara," you said. "It makes your lashes look longer." 

"Longer lashes? What's the point of that?" 

"To look pretty," you said, leaning closer. "Now blink." 

Power blinked, the wand brushing her lashes. She flinched slightly but didn't complain. "This is weird. Do you do this every day?" 

"Not every day," you admitted. "But sometimes, yeah. It's fun." 

She was quiet for a moment, her golden eyes flicking to yours. "You do it for Topknot, don't you?" 

You felt your cheeks warm. "I don't do it for him." 

Power smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Hah! I knew it. You're trying to keep him hooked!" 

"It's certainly a perk," you said with a shrug, dabbing a soft blush on her cheeks. "He likes me with or without makeup, though."

"He likes you a lot. Like, in general," Power frowned, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. "He's... less boring these days. You make him less boring." 

You paused, surprised by the honesty in her tone. "Thanks, Power. That means a lot." 

"Don't get mushy on me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. "Just finish already." 

You smiled, reaching for the final touch—a tube of lipstick in a flattering shade of pink. "Alright, last step. Hold still." 

Power pouted dramatically as you applied the lipstick, her sharp teeth peeking out when she smirked. "Am I done now?" 

"Almost," you said, stepping back to admire your work. She looked... surprisingly polished. The soft tones balanced out her wild energy, giving her a refined edge without losing her unique charm. 

"Okay, now you're done," you said, handing her a mirror. 

Power snatched it eagerly, her eyes widening as she took in her reflection. "Whoa... I look.. amazing!" She spun toward you, her grin wide and toothy. "I'm a goddess!" 

You laughed, shaking your head. "You look good, Power. But don't let it go to your head." 

"Too late!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose. Then, to your surprise, she bowed deeply. "Thank you, lowly human. Your skills are worthy of my magnificence." 

Before you could respond, she bolted for the door, yelling, "Topknot! Behold my beauty!" 

Aki appeared in the doorway just in time to watch her sprint down the hall. He sighed, his hand smoothing over his tuxedo and, God, he looked as good as always. "What did you do to her?" 

"Just gave her a little confidence boost," you said with a grin. 

Aki stepped into the room, looking sharp in his tailored suit. His gaze softened as it landed on you. "You look beautiful."

Before he could say more, Denji peeked around the corner, his curiosity evident. "Sorry to interrupt. What's with Power? She's yelling about being a goddess or something." 

You smiled, leaning into Aki as he sighed again. "She asked me to do her makeup," you said warmly. 

Denji's eyes widened, "That's like putting lipstick on a pig."

"And you wearing a suit isn't the same shit?" Aki retorted. Then, one last look at you, and he was reiterating his previous compliment, "That dress looks phenomenal on you, by the way."

His gaze lingered for a beat longer, his lips curving into the smallest of smirks, as if daring you to remember too.

"Yeah, miss!" Denji chimed in with an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "You're seriously smokin'!"

Aki didn't even hesitate. He jabbed Denji right in the nuts, sending him doubling over with a dramatic groan.

"Idiot," Aki muttered, though he didn't look the least bit sorry. He turned back to you, brushing his knuckles gently against your hand. "Are you ready to go?"

You smiled, letting your fingers graze his before rising to your feet. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Aki stepped aside to let you pass, his hand resting lightly on your lower back as you made your way out. Denji followed behind, still muttering complaints about "stupid old men" as they all piled into the car.

a/n: I LOVE DENJI SO MUCH UGH. i wanted some comfort before i wrote the next chapter. pls beware omg. all ill say is that all of you will FINALLY BE SATISFIED!!!! let me know your predictions or whatnot in the comments below!!!! Love u alllllll xx QOTD: What do you do for work/study? x

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A very smutty Hellcheer fic

18+ MINORS DNI

Chrissy played with the hem of her skirt, nervous as she sat in Eddie Munson's van. She smiled as she replayed the scene in the woods over and over in her mind. She had felt more safe with Eddie in that moment than she had ever done with Jason or even her parents. He had done anything to make her smile, and she couldn't help but think about him dropping to the ground like that. . .the goofy grin on his face. He didn't care that he made himself look silly. . .he wanted to make her feel safe. He wanted to make her smile.

"You alright there, Cunningham?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy said, biting her lip and trying not to think about his ass being in air when he rolled onto the ground.

"You're welcome to listen to music even if I have to suffer listening to Madonna," Eddie teased.

"Hey, she's not that bad," Chrissy laughed. "I prefer Bob Dylan, though."

"You have excellent taste then," Eddie said.

She wanted to listen to some of his music, though. She wanted to get a glimpse of what she might hear when she did go see him play at the Hideout. She found one of his cassettes: Metallica. The image of Eddie pulling his shirt down to show her his tattoos popped into her mind and the way he pulled his hair in front of his face when he looked shyly at her. All signs clearly showed that he was interested as well. Chrissy popped in the tape, curious about Eddie's taste in music. He looked at her in surprise.

"I wanted to try something new," Chrissy said.

Eddie grinned and turned the music up. Chrissy watched him. He beat his hands on the steering wheel, and he moved his head to the music. Her eyes focused on his fingers. . .the way they moved. What would they feel like inside of her? Chrissy swallowed and felt brave all of a sudden. She grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on her leg. He looked at her in surprise again.

"I broke up with Jason. I decided I decided I deserved someone better," Chrissy said and paused. "He could never get me to cum. . .I have a feeling you could, though."

"Are you serious? I mean, you wouldn't be the first person to hit on me as a joke," Eddie said.

"If you'd let me I'd fuck you in front of the entire basketball team to prove to you that I'm serious and I don't give a fuck what other people think anymore," Chrissy said. "I'm tired of them telling me how they want me to live my life. I decide. . .I want you, Eddie."

She moved his hand up her skirt and pressed his palm up against her already wet panties.

"Fuck," Eddie said, his voice breaking.

"That's just me thinking about your fingers inside me," Chrissy said. "Just imagine if they were actually there."

Eddie pressed his fingers against her soaked panties. She moaned, spreading her legs to allow him better access. She bunched up her skirt in her hands as Eddie began to stroke her through her underwear. God, she wanted to squeeze her legs together and keep his hand there forever. He hadn't even really touched her yet. He moved his fingers up and down her clothed entrance. . .he was teasing her. He walked his fingers over to the edge of her underwear, and she bit her lip, trying not to giggle. How he was doing this and still managing to focus on the road, she didn't know. His fingers slipped underneath the cloth, pushing them aside. The tips of fingers pushed through her folds, and she gasped. It felt like there was a fire blazing in her belly. . .throughout her entire body. She wanted more. His fingers moved, getting closer to where she wanted him to be. Suddenly, his fingers moved down and she groaned.

"Hm, I know it's around here somewhere," Eddie said.

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"I swear I know where it is," Eddie said seriously.

She looked over at him and he was struggling not to smile.

"You know damn well where my clitoris is," Chrissy said, trying not to giggle.

"Hm, I think you're going to have to give me directions, sweetheart," Eddie said. "Oh, wait, there it is! Is that where you want me to be?"

Eddie moved his fingers and touched her clitoris.

"Yes," she gasped. "There! Right there!"

"Yeah, you want me there. . .begging for my fingers. . .for any part of me. . ." Eddie said.

"Yes!"

He massaged it, and she let out another moan, squeezing her skirt tighter as he began to tease her again. Eddie pulled his fingers out before putting them back in again, finding her clitoris almost immediately. He played with her pussy like it was an instrument, and he was eager to hear the sweet music that came out of her mouth. The music was building and building. . .He pulled away again, just as she was getting ready to spill over his fingers. He teased her folds, running the tips of his fingers over her entrance.

"You want to cum on my fingers, baby?" Eddie asked. "You want me to make you cum?"

"Please!"

It didn't take long for her to release when he entered her again. She couldn't help but giggle when he pulled out and lapped at his fingers furiously. It was rather cartoonish. That's when he cursed.

"Goddamnit, I missed the trailer park. I drove way past it," Eddie said.

"Did I distract you?" She laughed.

"It was a good distraction," Eddie blushed.

They pulled up to the trailer, and as Eddie moved around the van to open her door, Chrissy quickly shimmied out of her panties. When she got out, she slipped them into Eddie's pocket. He didn't even notice, too busy beaming at her. Once Eddie closed the door, Chrissy pushed him up against the side of the van and attacked his lips with her own. He didn't waste a second kissing her back, cupping the back of her head and clutching her ponytail. She broke the kiss, running her hands over his chest.

"I wonder how many times you can make me cum tonight," Chrissy said. "The only time I've ever actually did that was with myself."

"Never with Jason?" He asked.

"He doesn't have what you have," she said.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Magic," she replied.

He quickly grabbed her hand and brought her to the door, rushing to open it. He bowed as he let her in.

"Welcome to Castle Munson, sorry the maid - ,"

She yanked him inside, slamming the door close. Chrissy wrapped her arms around his neck and glanced around the room.

"Are we alone?" She asked.

"Yeah, my uncle works nights at the plant," Eddie said. "We're good."

"Good," she said and kissed him.

Eddie broke the kiss, cupping her face as he looked at her like he couldn't believe she was real.

"You know, you came here for drugs," he grinned.

"I found something better. Take me to your room," Chrissy said and he gestured like he wanted to throw her over his shoulder. "Yes!"

Eddie cackled gleefully and carefully slung her over his shoulder.

"Onward!"

"My face is lined up perfectly with your butt," she giggled. "I'm tempted to take a bite."

"Let your freak flag fly, Cunningham," Eddie said, and she leaned forward, biting into his left buttcheek. "Oooh!"

Chrissy giggled delightfully as he brought her into his room and tossed her on the bed. Eddie smiled, gazing at her in awe. He continued to stare at her, and she stared back, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She ignored the voice in the back of her head, the one that's been telling her all week she's worthless. Seeing the way that Eddie looked her. . .she didn't feel so worthless.

"What?" She asked him.

"You're so. . .amazing," Eddie said.

"So are you," she said, and then he frowned. "What?"

"How did you make your panties disappear so fast?" Eddie asked.

Chrissy looked down. Her skirt had flared up when Eddie tossed her on the bed.

"Check your vest pocket," Chrissy said.

Eddie dug into his pocket and pulled out her panties. He gasped.

"You're a magician!" He yelled, flashing his dimples.

"It wasn't my best, but I used to dream about being one. My mother told me it was stupid," Chrissy said.

"Fuck her," Eddie scowled and then beamed. "Can I be your assistant?"

"Yes. . .now, for my next trick. . .I'm going to make you cum without touching you," Chrissy said.

She was feeling a lot bolder with Eddie. . .a lot more confident knowing that she could do things with him that Jason would never allow her to do. Chrissy slid off the bed and stood up. She slowly stripped off her clothes, Eddie's eyes growing darker by the second. Once she was fully naked before him, she shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting her strawberry blonde hair fall around her naked shoulders. She laid back onto the bed and spread her legs. She ran her hand down her body, moving over the swell of her breast and down to cup her sex. She glanced at the guitar hanging up on the wall before looking back at Eddie.

"I wonder. . .I never played guitar before, but if you taught me, I bet I'd look good playing it naked," Chrissy gasped as she touched herself. "Don't you think?"

"Fuuuucck," Eddie groaned. "I'm fucking close, you witch."

He dropped her panties and then quickly shed his clothes. Chrissy giggled as he nearly fell over a couple of times. She sat up and moved to the edge of his bed. Finally, he was naked. Chrissy gripped his naked hips and pulled him closer to her. He was definitely hard. Chrissy met his eyes, and he swallowed hard.

"What?" She asked.

"You know, it's more than okay if you want to do whatever you feel is weird," Eddie said, cupping her face.

"Are you saying I can do whatever I want to do you?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Including biting?" She asked.

"Especially biting," he said.

She leaned forward and started placing kisses onto his stomach. He groaned. She smirked and ran her tongue over his skin. He shuddered under touch. She gently bit down on the spot that she licked and kissed. He moaned loudly and grabbed the the back of her head.

"You like that, baby?" She asked.

"Fuck, yeah," Eddie said.

"I'm going to mark you up like you're my canvas," Chrissy said.

Eddie laughed and leaned down to place a hard kiss on her lips. He pulled back, still laughing.

"You drive me crazy in the best way," Eddie said. "It's been less than 24 hours. What the hell are you doing to me?"

"You drive me crazy, too," Chrissy said.

Chrissy grabbed one of his condoms and rolled it onto his dick before pulling him down on top of her. She guided him to her pussy and she gasped as he slowly slid in. He teased her with the tip, putting it in and then pulling it out. Chrissy growled, and he laughed.

"Something wrong, darling?" He asked.

Chrissy wasn't afraid of asking for what she wanted, not now, or to demand it either.

"Just fuck me, already, Eddie!" Chrissy yelled.

She bit his shoulder as he slid all the way in.

"Okay, I'm in. Is there anything else you want me to do while I'm here?" He asked.

Chrissy laughed.

"Eddie!" She yelled and slapped his ass.

"Giddyup!" Eddie yelled, and she couldn't help but laugh harder. "Keep laughing. The vibrations feel great."

Eddie thrusted into her, and she groaned as another giggle slipped out as Eddie used his dungeon master voice to narrate what he was doing. She never knew how silly sex could be and she fucking loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, holding onto him tightly as he fucked into her. She let out a yell as euphoria filled her head. . .reaching every corner of her mind. It was blocking out the darkness inside of her and the monster she had created. . .the personification of all her trauma and insecurities was trying to get through, but no amount of rage could break through this feeling she had. Fuck you, she thought. The only person who was ever going to be inside her would be Eddie Munson. And as Eddie collapsed against her, Chrissy grinned. She never felt so free.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

If there was ever a remake of On The Edge, they should just cast Cillian's son, Aran, and you'd never even fucking notice. ABSOLUTE SPIT OF HIS DAD! There's a particular scene where he's outside and the camera is squared in on his face and I swear to god, his son is his double, but like throughout... It's madness! My kids don't look like me, I find it fascinating when other people's do 🤣

Tonight I'm watching On The Edge, in case you didn't realise.

[odigaon]

three’s a crowd

summary: your boyfriend talks you into a threesome with his bestfriend

pairings: junhan x reader x gaon

warnings/tags: threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face slapping, dumbification, squirting, spitting, praise, dom! junhan, switch! gaon, sub! reader

word count: 2.4k

unedited!

“Y/N I swear to god if you don’t pick a movie already I’m coming over there and sitting on you.” Dee snarkily remarks as her best friend continues to flip through movie after movie across various apps.

“Nice try. You’re not Junhan.” Y/N smartly replies back.

Neither one of them could decide which movie they should watch: tired of the usuals and wanting to be able to settle in with their respective boyfriends was leaving the both of them antsy and on edge. The movie was simply going to be a distraction for them: watching their boyfriends spend an entire day doing domestic things with them had left the both of them feeling rather frustrated. Unfortunately, neither of them was going to have any quality time with their boyfriends until later seeing as how the rest of the members were also going to be or were already present in the house.

“Okay smart one,” you say, “you pick a movie then.”

“The Conjuring 2.”

“Absolutely not.”

“C’mon pleaseeee? Next time we cuddle I’ll scratch your back?”

“You already do that anyways, so how does that benefit me at all?”

“Please dude? Don’t you wanna be able to cuddle up to Junhan throughout it?”

You pull your glasses down until they’re resting on the tip of your nose, “Well. When you put it like that.”

Seungmin finds his way into the living room and sits next to Dee, “Oh no,” you think, “This is not going to go over well with Gunil.”

“Seungminnie! What’s up?” Dee excitedly questions.

“Nothing. Just came to see if you guys picked a movie yet.” he says while ever so sneakily throwing his arm loosely around her shoulders. Being the cuddle bug she is, she naturally leans into him.

“Gunil is REALLY not going to like that.” you think to yourself once again.

Dee and Seungmin start to babble in conversation while you let your mind drift elsewhere. Towards Junhan. Towards his beautiful face. His elegant hands where one of his fingers is encapsulated in his favorite armor ring. His precious bunny smi-

“What are you thinking about, Jagi?” Junhan startles you out of your daydream with his simple soft spoken question and you smile up at him.

“Something really important,” you answer with a soft smile on your face.

Meanwhile Gunil finally arrives at your house with Gaon hot on his heels. Both of them seem to be holding bags or items from Guitar Center. Of course they decided to go there in their off time. Why didn’t they bring you?

The talking and laughing suddenly ceases as Gunil and Gaon take in the scene in front of them. Seungmin’s arm tightly wrapped around Dee’s shoulders on the couch and you and Junhan cuddled up to one another on the opposite side.

“Goobear! You’re finally here!” Dee exclaims.

Gunil strides over to the couch and stands in front of Dee.

“You and I need to talk.”

The tone of his voice makes your blood run cold and evidently Dee’s too judging by the look on her face.

“About what?”

“I’d rather not address it out here. Y/N is there somewhere her and I can talk?”

Just before you go to answer, Seungmin stands up and gets eye level with Gunil. Is he puffing out his chest?

“Is there a problem?” Seungmin asks semi-threateningly

“Yeah. And it doesn’t concern you, Seungmin-ah. Sit down. Dee. Please?” Gunil’s says while holding out his hand for Dee to take.

“You can talk in my parents’ room.”

Dee stands to leave with Gunil, but not before shooting you a wink and an eyebrow wiggle.

“NOT ON MY PARENTS’ BED!”

“SHUT UP! WE’RE NOT DOING IT ON THE BED.” Dee yells back before the door to your parents' room shuts with finality.

“I’m gonna have to burn the carpet aren’t I?” You say aloud.

Junhan just giggles at the antics of his leader’s and his own girlfriend and after a little while Seungmin clears his throat and declares that he’s going to leave with the rest of the guys to get back to their respective hotel rooms after hearing the words “You think Seungmin can fuck you like this?” leave Gunil’s lips; Leaving you with only Gaon and Junhan as company.

The sounds emanating from your parents’ room leads you to turn up the volume on the TV before you hear anything you rather wouldn’t.

Sandwiched in between the two guitarists, your pulse starts to quicken and your heart is thrumming against your chest. Why the hell is Gaon so close to you? At this point, your upper body is laying on Junhan while your lower half is nearly thrown over Gaon’s lap.

“My love? Can we talk to you?”

“We?”

With that, Gaon throws his arm around your shoulders, “Yeah beautiful. We need to talk,”

Junhan’s hand that has been around your waist now begins to rub at your side.

“I know you like Gaon,”

“Wha-what? What do you mean?”

“My love, don’t play dumb. I’ve seen the way you look at him. Especially while he’s practicing. Don’t worry I’m not mad. I just want to use this as an opportunity.”

“An opportunity?”

“Gaon likes you too.”

That makes your heart nearly stop. Gaon…likes you…?

“Yeah he does. And we talked about it and we have a proposal for you.”

“A proposal?”

“Let us make you feel good?”

You lock eyes with the both of them before a “Yes,” leaves your lips.

Junhan gives you a short kiss on the lips before turning to Gaon and saying, “Do your thing.”

Gaon begins by getting on his knees in front of you and stretching his hands across the expanse of your thighs. He asks with his eyes if it's okay to unbutton your pants and you nod frantically. After shucking them and your underwear off of you, he grabs you by the knees and pushes open your legs to reveal your soaked center. Without notice, Junhan sneakily moves in behind you to let your head and body rest on his chest.

Gaon wraps his hands under your thighs and pulls you forward until you’re resting on the edge of the couch. Letting his hands and practiced fingers trail up the insides of your thighs to tease you, he begins to slowly inch his face towards your cunt. Attaching his perfect plump lips to your swollen clit has you keening and leaning back into Junhan before he decides to go even further and push his his middle finger past your entrance and begins fucking you open for him. Pushing in another finger proves to be too much for you as it sends you hurtling towards your climax embarrassingly fast.

“You gonna cum for us baby?” Jun asks softly

One of your hands reaches for Gaon’s hair while the other blindly searches for Junhan’s.

“Yes, please, can I?”

“Cum whenever you want my love.”

And with that, you’re releasing all over Gaon’s tongue and hands. He doesn’t stop when you’ve orgasmed, however. He continues to fuck you through it into oversensitivity until you’re beginning to writhe in Junhan’s arms and Gaon is forced to hold your hips down with his free hand. Junhan then secures his arms around your upper body, effectively trapping you to his chest and making it harder for you to squirm away. Pressing his mouth into you harder, Gaon starts pistoning his fingers in and out of you until you’re nothing but a mess of incoherent whines and babbles.

Gaon continues these motions until, for the first time in your life, you start squirting all over his face.

“Nnnngh!” you let out as the shock of such a quick and powerful orgasm wracks through your body.

“That’s it my love. You’re doing so good for us, isn’t she Gaon?”

Gaon simply replies with a breathy and whiney moan straight into your pussy that has your abdomen clenching and thighs threatening to snap shut around Gaon’s head.

Jesus fuck how was he so good at this? This is definitely the hottest thing that has ever happened to you. You can feel Gaon’s spit soaking your folds and sliding down your ass. That combined with your release just makes the scene extra nasty to any person who could accidentally walk in on the scene in front of them.

Now you’re just hoping that this energy continues throughout the night.

Gaon pulls away from your pussy just long enough to mutter, “What should we do with her next, Junhan-ah?”

—-

In a breath you’re on your knees on the floor sitting on Gaon’s face with Junhan’s cock in your mouth. His hand is laced through your hair and gently guiding you up and down his length. God you could really cum from just sucking his cock. It was perfect. The way he fit inside you just like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle made you never want to let him go.

Gaon’s quiet moans against your pussy bring you back from daydreaming about your boyfriend’s cock. You let go of Junhan with an audible pop! While continuing to stroke him with your hand, you turn your head to look over your shoulder to find Gaon with one hand wrapped around his cock, making your hips twitch against his face. Turning back around you slip Junhan’s cock back into your mouth and start sucking him off with a fervor, your spare hand that isn't laced through Gaon’s hair strokes the remaining inches of his cock that your mouth can’t quite fit. Your hips seem to have a mind of their own as you begin to grind yourself over Gaon’s face. Your moans are music to both of their ears.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N stop for a second, please,” Junhan whines out while gingerly pulling you off his cock.

“What is it, my love?” you whine

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he sighs breathily, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t.”

And with that, Junhan slides his middle and ringer into your mouth and holds your mouth open just enough for him to spit in it. He pulls his fingers out and closes your mouth for you while saying, “Swallow.”

Junhan places his hand on the side of your face and locks eyes with you, he needs your consent. With just one look in your eyes he understands how much you need it. Pulling his hand back, he slaps you across the cheek and you moan out loud and your eyes roll back in your head. Between your legs, Gaon presses his fingers into your g spot and you’re suddenly cumming all over his face once again with a half moan/scream.

Junhan pets your head and asks, “You think you can handle one more, my love?”

You let your head lean into the warmth of Junhan’s hand while you mumble out a simple, “Yeah.”

“Okay. You think you can stand up for me?”

Junhan helps you to your feet and maneuvers you to the back of your couch near the armrest and bends you over it. Gaon then promptly sits with his back against the armrest so he can slide his cock into your mouth.

He then leans down and whispers into your ear, “I like it messy.”

Before you know it, Junhan is slipping his cock between your folds and into your entrance. He slides in so easily and bottoms out inside you in an instant. Your moan is muffled by Gaon's cock between your lips. Drool is sliding down his cock and towards his balls and pelvis while you try your best to ground yourself by gripping on to the couch and Gaon’s thigh.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Gaon whispers out while putting his arms behind his head as you suck him off better than anyone has before. He’s been close for the last 30 minutes so he doesn’t think he’ll be lasting very long with you going down on him like this.

Junhan starts fucking into you a little faster now, your combined earlier releases plus yours and Gaon’s spit is making it incredibly nasty and easy for Junhan to fuck you like a slut over the back of your couch in your living room with one of his best friend’s cocks in your mouth.

As Junhan increasingly picks up his tempo in his thrusts, you begin to push your ass back in time with him. Gaon’s hands are threading through your hair and bobbing your head up and down his cock. The sounds emanating from this living room are downright sinful. Junhan begins slamming his hips into yours.

“God you’re so fucking wet, my love. Absolutely soaking my cock. You love this so much don’t you? You love that you have the two of us having you like this don’t you?”

“Yeah she does. She’s sucking my cock so well right now. Moaning like a good girl as she takes whatever we give her.”

God your mind is melting. The words coming from their mouths plus the combination of Gaon’s cock in your mouth and Junhan’s cock between your legs has you coming around Junhan in no time.

He leans down to whisper how good you are and how much he loves you along with more filth about cumming inside you and filling you up with his cum. His whining starts to pick up more as he gets closer to his peak and all of the sudden Gaon is letting out a loud groan and cumming in your mouth.

A few more thrusts later and Junhan is cumming inside you with a loud moan. You all just bask in the after sex glow for a minute to catch your breath before Gaon is gently pulling you off his cock and checking to see if you’re okay and Junhan is running off to the bathroom for a wet washcloth.

You feel your combined releases start to drip down your legs and grimace while Gaon laughs at you and gives you a kiss on the nose.

After returning from the bathroom, Junhan wipes you up and invites you and Gaon to walk with him to the bedroom.

Gaon gives you a small pat on the butt before loudly asking, “So when are we doing this again?”

You and Junhan both laugh before you hear Dee loudly exclaim from your parents’ room, “IS IT SAFE TO COME OUT NOW?”

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Going back to our roots here what’s your brutally honest opinion about lucaya and joshaya if you’re up for some throwbacks

this message physically aged me 45 years 😭

lucaya- like, it was obviously planned from the beginning, but here's the thing: their dynamic was tired as hell. you see it in every piece of media ever. they were BORING. also I just genuinely almost never liked lucas lmfao. there were a handful of lines throughout 3 seasons that got a laugh out of me- and it was always when he was playing the idiot or confused part, if they had just let him be the wannabe eric of the show it could have been amazing. as for maya, I definitely wasn't as attached to her as I was riley, she just kinda got on my nerves a bit, but Dear God Did She Deserve Better. the triangle was drawn out WAY too long. by the end of it both girls should have left lucas in the dust. we see the 'official' triangle plotline start on new years eve, and end in late september/early october. in no world should it have taken him that long, ESPECIALLY when he knew what a strain it was putting on the girls relationship. if he really cared he would have stepped back, like, literally, it is very very possible to have feelings for someone and not date them, oh my God. farkle had the girls fighting over him ONE time and was like 'hey no I love you guys too much to see you upset'. lucas friar you will always be hated<3

joshaya- I need to get this out of the way because I saw it so much: maya was not trying to date josh when she snuck into the college party. the college girls were not telling josh to date maya. one of josh's friends hits on maya and riley and maya said We Are In Eighth Grade. she's not delusional. the whole episode was how she wanted josh to stop ignoring her. there's subtext ladies!!! cory and topanga were practically raising maya since she was 5. even if it's not addressed too well on screen, you have to be aware that maya and josh have known each other practically their whole lives. considering how close josh is with cory, riley, and auggie, that tells us he saw the family on a regular basis growing up (he literally left his parents and took a train at like 4 in the morning just so cory could open his college letter with him). so josh and maya were likely good friends as children! what we see with his introduction to the show is he starts treating her more as a kid, as his niece's friend, and thinks her feelings are silly and she says No. I need you to take me seriously here. I don't want our friendship to change just because you're in college now. my feelings are not stupid and I want you to respect me. (also. side note. they never said josh's age in the show right?? because for him to start college when he did would make him older than he should have been based on the boy meets world timeline...like, I was kinda working under the assumption he skipped a grade or two in high school but everyone else was like Known Grown Man And Pedophile Josh Matthews Asked A Toddler To Go To The Movies As Friends lmfao). anyway. she asks him to respect her and he does!!! genuine shock and awe! lucas friar found dead in a ditch! lmao. their vague 'let's see how we feel in a few years' talk reminded me a lot of the cory/topanga yearbook quote scene, and they had great chemistry! it didn't feel like something I've seen a thousand times before. it's not like they promised to swear off dating and wait for her 18th birthday, she was basically dating zay by the end of the show. they just said 'we've known each other for a while, there's definitely something between us but this isn't the right time for us to explore it, so let's be friends like we used to' (see: what lucas should have done during the triangle). josh had a tiny bit of an edge to him, but with the dorky matthews heart, which tbh was exactly what maya wanted. I loved how maya acted around josh, it lead to some of her funniest and most open moments in the show. I loved how gentle josh was with her even when she was being annoying. I love a good childhood crush to actual lovers story! sue me! lmao I think if the show had gotten as many seasons as boy meets world they really could have been something special

[thespianinthebackcorner]

okay so Hazbin season 1 just ended (spoiler alert) and by GOD that was an ending. I love it. I was panicking so bad after Alastor just disappeared halfway through the battle and then afterwards the only ones who seemed to notice were the Vees (of course they did. I see you Vox) but he came back later anyway. More spoilers and theories under the cut

BUT! He came back eventually, he's not dead. That scene in the studio was... A lot. I love it, it perfectly sets up next season- Alastor is clearly going to be the star of the show. Husker was right, he is bound to someone, and he's clearly not happy about it. actually he's just going through it as a whole, clearly there's more on his mind than the battle. He's on his last nerve, and one thing I noticed was that throughout episodes 7 and 8- and, now that I think about it, the whole season- there's a couple hints towards Alastor repressing his true feelings, and that the consequences are starting to come back to bite him. It's even outright implied through his conversation with Charlie- he himself says that just because he's smiling it doesn't mean anything about what he's actually feeling underneath. Much like Alastor I also enjoy seeing characters cry and lose their hold, and I think next season will be that moment for him.

Kay I need to reorganise this post. Bullet point time, ATAR style

Season 1:

hints all over the shop that Alastor is repressing his feelings and it's going to come back

Confirmation with the scene at the end of Episode 8 that Alastor is indeed bound to someone and those binds are incredibly tight, he can't get out easily

According to him, said deal restricts his actions to an extent, enough that he's starting to feel suffocated

I know Dad Beat Dad was a joke for him, but from the way he protected the hotel I think he's also starting to realise how much he actually does care about Charlie in his own way.

Compared to the beginning of the series, Alastor is getting pushed closer to the edge more often. He's getting more annoyed and losing his composure, the amount of swearing he was doing in that last fight with Adam Asshole Supreme shows that just fine- not to mention his reaction to Husker's confrontation and his clear annoyance and even jealousy of Lucifer throughout Dad Beat Dad.

Enough hints that he's being controlled by Lilith for the fandom to notice at large

Lilith being hinted to return to Hell in Season Two

Not stated in the actual show but Alastor speaks with a Transatlantic accent, which is a fake accent created by tv and radio presenters of his time. What we hear isn't his actual voice, unless being in Hell also changes your voice, which considering Vaggie didn't change after coming down and Pentious didn't change after going up doesn't seem to be the case

Predictions for Season Two:

Alastor's clearly had enough of his restraints, I think he's going to find a way out of it

Lilith is not going to be happy with him for that, I get the feeling he's also already done something she's not going to like

Lilith Is Going To Bitch Slap Alastor (this is inevitable and I am looking forward to it)

Considering sound is Alastor's greatest asset and what he does, i think at some point it's going to be taken away from him- either through inability to speak or inability to hear, or both

This would also mean he'd need to resort to visuals for communication, which will likely be a struggle- I don't think Alastor is the type to learn sign language, he's a radio presenter, so he's going to have to learn it somehow. I'm not actually sure if anyone else at the hotel does but Husker might (he seems like he would, just for kicks). Or they might come up with some other way to communicate

If I'm right then he'll also have to properly learn to lean on the others instead of stepping away like he usually does

At some point that smile and that accent are going to drop. And it will be a MOMENT.

Season Two will be based on a villain, yes, but this show is all about redemption and while Alastor clearly doesn't want to try that in the traditional sense, I think the next season is definitely going to be redemption for him in a different sense- less redemption, more healing.

The other patrons of the hotel are definitely attached to him now, Lilith better watch her back.

Side note, Pentious better come back and get his girl he's not leaving like that

Maybe I should turn this into a fanfic

Maybe it's copium but to me next season will be ALL about Alastor and how he fits in with the show itself. And I am so ready for it. That boy is going to cry whether he likes it or not.

[yoonzinuhh]

IF you leave me — soonyoung

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : y/n x soonyoung

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing lol

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i tried my best to relate certain scenes from the lyrics of IF you leave me. hopefully it turned out decent. reblogs would be really appreciated hehe <3.

the time,my world,they may move on again

you feel your world stuck. the moment you meet his eyes again,after 4months,when you finally thought you were over this,you world was stuck again. at 8pm in your local convenience store.

the last time it was stuck was that night when you both screamed your lungs out,hugging each other tight,tears flowing on each other when you both decided to part ways. you wanted this to end on good terms but words were thrown at each other like sharp edged knives without knowing it could leave deeper scars on both of you.

you both knew the love was falling apart. efforts were lessened,you barely saw each other inspite of living together,priorities were changed. you love was definitely falling apart because if it was still the same atleast one of you would’ve tried to change yourself for the other,right ?

the first time you met soonyoung was at a career guidance program during your first year of college. the bright guy,who couldn’t keep his eyes off you or his feet on ground for a moment. the guy who you knew you will fall for.

“soonyoung! and you ?”

“y/n..y/f/n” you gave your hand returning a smile

from strangers to friends to lovers to strangers again. trope sounded good but your heart was ripping apart.

i’ll stay by your side throughout the endless times

he said while staring at you with full of love. during the night you both moved in together,standing in the balcony watching the streets with lights. you swear your world stuck. stuck in his eyes.

he slowly leaned down. his soft lips moving onto yours while his hands were holding yours. you both were so in love,life was good,when you were his. when he was yours.

in the distant future…no,i just don’t want to think about it

the first time you both had a serious fight. well it was childish,you thought. you both started your internship. you tried your best to give your time to work as well as him,so did he. but god it was hard when you see your efforts being little too much than the other’s. but it ended up with cuddles,apologies,forehead kisses and a date plan. ofcourse you can’t leave him. you can’t even think about leaving him. things were back to normal. you both started making time for each other. fridays movie nights were always there. but how long could it last,when you know it was forced?

my heart,which was broken

you could physically feel your heart break. “you’re..you’re just making this harder for me y/n..just leave me alone”

10-8 work was just so hard for both of you. you planned a surprise date for your fiancé,soonyoung. you knew he was stressed and you just wanted him to feel better but in return he broke your heart,into pieces.

“fine..” that’s all you could gather up to say. you wanted to tell him to fuck off but how could you ?

[back to present]

you both just stare. stare until he comes forward. your heart beats fast,fast and faster. just the way it did when he said his first i love you.

he looked the same as you. puffy tired eyes that was probably from crying every night. he looks skinnier too. same as you,again.

“y/n..how are you doing” pathetic.terrible.sick.

if you were to describe how you really felt. there’s it.

you just nod,looking at the ground feeling tears prick out. you can’t just cry infront of him. you can’t let him know he still affects you. that would affect your ego. but he holds so much power over you,your first and only love after all.

“i-i have to leave..it’s late” you rush past him.

“y/n..Y/N ! p-please..wait..” he caught your cold trembling hand making you pause for him. again.

“i’m sorry..”

thats all you said before forcefully detach your hands from him.

you wanted him but this won’t be the same. you were mad. you were mad that he wasted 6 years of your love life,mad that he didn’t think of your heart,mad that he made you feel this way,mad that he did’t even fight for this,for you,mad that he isn’t the same. so weren’t you.

[feral-girl-fall]

Knife's Edge

Contains major spoilers for the end of Fourth Wing, be warned!

Summary: Missing scene of the battle to save Violet's life after she's gravely wounded. Heavy angst and family feels from the POV of our favorite rebel mender.

Pairing: Violet Sorrengail/Xaden Riorson

Warnings: Angst, SPOILERS, swearing, blood __________________________________________________________

Of course the day had started out quiet. They always do, the days that turn out in the end to be the worst days of your life. The patrols had been quiet for once, with no recent attacks on the border, and the tension amongst the council was lower than it had been for ages. The prickle of unease that seemed to live in my gut these days, however, was particularly active. Like the hair standing up on the back of your neck when you feel someone watching you, or the way you can feel the change in the air before a storm. It was like some part of me knew that the new life I’d been building was about to be upended.

And then it – and a full riot of dragons – came crashing down around us. I’d had precious few moments of warning from one of the lookouts before the riot was upon us. Xaden had crash-landed into Aretia more than a few times, so it wasn’t the sight of him and Sgaeyl – or even the sight of what looked to be a limp rider in his arms – that made my heart stop. It wasn’t the first time Riorson brought me a gravely wounded rider, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

What made my blood turn to ice was the sight of Naolin’s, now my sister’s, dragon. Riderless.

The realization has me breaking into a sprint, the only thought in my mind a screaming echo of no, no, no. My world narrows to a point. I hope against hope, against logic, that there’s some other explanation, but the rising nausea in my gut tells me all I need to know.

Xaden practically tumbles down off of Sgaeyl, his usual grace forgotten in his desperation. I reach him in a few strides and find my worst fears confirmed. Violet hangs limply in his arms, pale as anything and looking…. I reach out, pushing her hair aside as I search for her pulse. My own heart pounds in my ears as I focus, blocking out everything until I feel the faint beats underneath my fingertips.

“What happened? I could be whispering or yelling, I can’t tell over the sound of ringing in my ears.

“A venin with a poisoned blade stabbed her.” Xaden’s voice is rough with fear.

She was supposed to be safe. All I can think from the moment I tear Violet’s body from Xaden, throughout my sprint to the healing chambers, is that she was supposed to be safe. Everything I – we – sacrificed, and keep sacrificing day after day, is so that our loved ones can one day be safe. I try to tamp down the rising panic sending my heart rate through the roof and making my hands unsteady. It’s not the first time I’m mended Violet, not by far. It’s also not the first time I’ve mended someone on death’s door. But I’d prayed to all the gods I wasn’t even sure I believed in that I’d never been in this scenario with her.

The panic is an albatross, crushing my chest as I fight to regain my control. Even with Violet, I’ve never had an issue with keeping my cool while mending. But now, as I swear I can feel her life slipping through my fingers, it’s a race against both time and my own terror to save her.

“It’s okay, Vi. I’ve got you, I’m here. It’s going to be okay.” I don’t even know when I started talking, but it forces me to steady my breathing enough to focus on saving my sister’s life. She’s never needed my reassurance, not with the pain she grits her teeth and bears every day of her life, but it’s never stopped me giving it. I try to stop my mind from thinking about how I also want her to hear my voice again, just in case. I’m snapped out of my reverie by the door to the chambers shutting as Xaden comes in behind me, pale as a ghost.

“How long has she been out?” I toss over my shoulder at him as I work to expose the gruesome wound sapping the life from my sister. It’s a deep laceration, oozing black, tainted blood. Fuck.

“Hours,” Xaden manages, voice shaking. “Her pulse has been fading for the last hour or so.”

If I’m not mistaken, it’s slowed even from the time I first took in minutes ago. I bite back a curse as I realize the extent of the damage. “Her blood,” Xaden whispers, unnecessarily. I fight to keep from recoiling as I take full stock of the blackened blood oozing from her wound.

“Hold on, Violet,” I murmur down at my sister. “Just keep fighting. I’ll do the rest.” I see her brow furrow slightly in pain, and my heart clenches. As much as I wish she could hear my reassurance, to know that I’m here, the thought of her being able to feel this pain in the depths of her unconsciousness is too much to bear. “Just breathe, Vi. Just breathe,” I remind her, just in case she can hear me. I send up a quick prayer that she truly can’t feel anything right now, that she isn’t in the hell I’m sure she is. Tears prick at my eyes, emotion threatening to overflow. For all the times I’ve wished I could see her again, gods, not like this. I take a few steadying breaths to even out my panicked breathing, and ground myself in my power. A rush of warm, reassuring energy rises under my skin. The second I start drawing away the poison from her bloodstream, I feel it. Heavy, sickening, toxic waves wash over me as I leech the poison away as quickly as I can. Whatever the venin had access to, it's stronger - and deadlier - than most poisons I'm familiar with.

Time passing is marked only by heartbeats and breaths – mine strained, Xaden’s panicked, Violet’s shallow. I can feel myself growing weaker as her blood starts to become progressively redder, and the familiar mending energy erupts into a screaming, burning pain. I fight back the nausea and the scream on my lips as I realize how close I am to burning out, and how close Violet is to leaving this world. My entire being vibrates with barely constrained energy, fighting to bring my sister back from the edge. She’s on the brink of death, and I don’t know if either of us will make it through this.

“Brennan-“ Xaden must sense it too, but there’s nothing to be said, nothing to be done but to keep going. I finally draw out the last of the poison and stumble back on my heels as my vision tunnels. Xaden puts a hand on my arm, thought whether it’s to steady me or him I couldn’t say. I take another deep breath, trying to control the overflowing power but feeling it whip wildly through me. Sweating, shaking, I manage to wrest back enough control to messily close the gaping wound in Violet’s side a heartbeat before I stumble backwards, collapsing as Xaden lunges to catch me.

“I’m fine,” I manage, tears choking my voice despite my best efforts. I’m not, but it doesn’t matter. The room spins around me even as Xaden helps lower me to the ground. The darkness takes hold before I even make it there.

[wooahaeruby]

Okay, my crash out for chapter 45; so if you haven’t read it, scroll away, you really don’t want to read this.

I swear, this chapter had me IN TEARS I CANNOT EVEN JOKE ABOUT THIS ANYMORE FUCKKKK.

First of all, I am glad that mouse is slowly and steadily getting healed because no one can imagine the stuffs she had went through plus going outside even if it was with someone was a huge step, I got sentiment or how do I say this, uh... almost tearful of happiness? because FINALLY MY GIRLLL 😭😭😭😭 YOU DID IT, and I was like “wow, is this how parents feel when their baby takes a very first step or does anything great” I am so so sOOOOOO MUCH PROUD OF HERRRR EVEN NOT A SINGLE WORD FROM ENGLISH DICTIONARY WILL BE ENOUGH FUCK, MOUSE MY SHAYLALALA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I know for the fact, that wonwoo really did not wanted mouse to see that footage either, but that footage gave us the idea about what happened from their pov and the intensity of the situation; this wasn’t just stealing resources, no, this was truly inhumane and I am a born BSH MX HATER FOR LIFEEEEE ( disclaimer : please separate fiction from reality, I really love them irl please people do not twist my words 🙏🏻🙂 )

I really want to see mouse happy, FUCKK I think I have already said this once as well, but the way contrasti-cally she was so awfully calm reminded me of calmness before storm, and for now I can only assume much. It will be a truly a very hard time getting used to the ruby bar, and a part of me wishes that they will have their end in that same place where it all began. FUCKKKKKK, EFF YOUUU EMMMMEXXXXXX 😾😾😾😾😾

And oh god, seungcheol, fuck this guy is soo UGSHAGAGUSHAHAHAH i got cuteness aggression from that action alone that a part of me wanted to desperate whine out and cry FUCKKKKK but yes, mouse needed that and I am glad that cheol caught it earlier on and did that :(((((( my babies :(((((((((

And this is it.

The moment that I had been waiting for.

Praying for every ethical entity out there, to fulfill my wish, my stubborn will, my everything.

SPOILER AHEAD!!!

And....

You tossed the pillow against him, closer to his side that rested against the back of the couch than the free edge, and grabbed the second blanket, curling it around yourself.

FUCKKKK WHAT IF I TELL YOU. THIS IS MY 13TH REASON BAGSJAHAJA I TRIED SO BAD, I PROMISED I TRIED, BUT I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM CRYING FOR REAL. FUCKING HELLLLLLLL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I AM STILL TEARY EYED AS I TYPE THIS CAUSE LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MY JEONGSE FUCKKKKKK MY OG LALALALA ARGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANTED TO SCREAM BUT OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

Okay, I am calm, I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm

WHEEEWWWWWWWW! but yes, that scene single-handedly increased my life span. I was truly waiting for that, and I am SO SOO PROUD OF MOUSE IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!! And oh bro, this is truly steps ahead and a very huge one, and even sleeping together with boundaries, and I am so fucking proud of mouse for getting there. My girl, you just pulled my heart strings so bad you got me crying 6 in the morning.

And fuck, the last scene oh my god, even though I have read those chapters for the thousands times and maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe ended up having nightmares about it going in different scenarios or even worst, I still feel chills whenever she narrated throughout the chapter, and oh god, I know someone is going to cry a lot in the next chapter which is just a guess but oh boy.... 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

I loved this chapter, and how it went, it was perfect and sorry for not coming here often, I am a bit swamped with studies and procrastination is hitting me a lot 😭😭😭 I hope you and editor has been doing amazing and someone need to bonk you in the head for traumatising me /j AGAIN joking because I knew what I was getting into when I had began reading your AU, I had been re-reading TO YOU that airport part and no matter how many times I re-read, that one is my most favourite part and the ring one is very very chaotic.

Always be happy, and prioritize yourself and take as much time as you want, I am also proud of you sm, you are doing amazing and I wish you nothing but opportunities filled with happiness and may your trials bloom. 💗 Thank you for writing this!

— 🌙

I usually back-read everything before sending, but FUCK I AM TEARY-EYED AND I CANNOT DO THIS RN SO PLS IGNORE IF THERES ANY CONFUSION 😭😭😭😭😭

Girl jesus christ lmao

Also hi, I've missed you.

A lot happens in chapter 45 that I had to go back and read a few things with my editor lmao.

I'll start off with the simple stuff. Editor and I are doing well! Their birthday was on the 24th so our friend group got together last weekend to celebrate! It was nice and we all hung out while I tortured them with BSH jokes. We are both in the process of 1) looking for a new job (editor's stuff) and 2) waiting on a start date for a new job (me). So we are chilling.

Now, only this monster you have written lmao.

Mouse's healing journey was an important thing I couldn't just brush over, there was layers to it that needed to be done. I really wanted to show a progress she was going to go through. In the back of my mind, I always wanted Mouse to see the Ruby tapes to be able to understand what they went through because she wasn't the only one hurting, you know? I didn't want to be such a self-centered type of reflection on Mouse's part. Wonwoo truly didn't want her to see them, but also didn't want to rewatch them himself.

As for MX, I love them so much, there is an agreement in a new story I have planned that MX will be the good guys and SVT will be the bag guys, but there is a long time until that story happens haha. I have so much to write before then.

Cheol's whole part will be a big thing later on~ Don't worry!

As I said, Mouse's healing is a really big thing. You are going to see the ups and downs, but also see strength and love going forward, there is going to be a big shift soon in mentality and things she does for a reason. I am excited for all the plans I have for this story.

There has always been a joke that Mouse was going to wake up from the coma instead of everything happening but when I said that to Editor, they threatened my life so :D I reminded them of that when I was writing this and they are so stressed.

"For my sanity, I'm begging you, do NOT-" "that made me mad, that made be genuinely mad." "Tristen, Tristen...*gets close to mic* If you even fucking try. I'm going to hunt you for sport, this isn't a fucking joke. I would skin you while you were still alive. The things I would do if you did that. This ain't a joke no more."

^ that is just a little I deal with :D

A few minutes later: "I don't know what just came over me, I'm sorry." A Demon, a demon, came over you @pinkskiddo

I hope you know that I'm proud of you for not drinking!! But yeah, I know haha. When I wrote this i went "I need comedic relief for the shit I'm putting down here."

I'm so excited for the Ruby - Spider love child they were going to sing.

I hope your studies have been going well despite the procrastination! I've been handling some writers block but I'm finally getting back into the grove of things!! I hope you've been okay either way!

<3

[ang-paborito]

Friends, Faith and Fashion (Trifecta of a teenage dilemma)

... Or at least mine. So let's break this down in three how these has affected me throughout teenage life.

This is going to be short.

Friends

I've always wanted to have friends and looking back, I do desperate measures to have friends. Desperate, stupid measures. The problem now I realized, I'm not very likeable. It takes layers to take off before people realize that I can be a friend. You know how in schools, there are cliques? Not in the Philippines. The cliques are according to level of likeliness. I'm too dumb to have smart friends, too ugly too uncool.

I'm boring even around the most boring people. What's funny is that I was friends with people who are quite questionable. I grew up in a generation where the youth is at an edge--every parents' nightmare. Teenage pregnancy, gangs, and hazing.

But the people I was friends with no matter how hard they smoke, drink or swear-- they wouldn't pull shit on me. I think it's because they are afraid of my mom. I have a friend who emulates Avril Lavigne a lot. Tough in the 4th year classes but will fold when she sees my mother. I think it's because my mother has no filter and she knows everyone's mother. She has no real power but she makes everyone thinks she has.

Faith

In the family, we don't care about religion. My parents do not force that on us that's why we are a collection of theists or atheists. I begged my parents that I be baptised as a catholic because --aesthetic wise.

I know I have mentioned this to you a lot but I lost my faith first before my virginity in high school. It was 2008, and I transferred to a new Opus Dei school in Alicia. And let me describe to you what a sleepy town Alicia is-- it's super undeveloped, No Jollibee, less street lights. I thought La Trinidad is already a province but no. So anyway just 20 kilometers from our farm house, a boy close to my age was gunned down while riding a bike at night just to buy a mobile load. We don't know the full story.

So by 6, after having dinner outside, time to go inside and sleep.

One Friday night, I overstayed at my aunt. It was quite far from the house. By the way, our farm house is just facing a cemetery, 1 kilometer away.

I said goodbye to my aunt and cousins then my aunt lent me her son's bicycle and a flashlight. I rode home but shit, my flashlight is dying on me. And around me are just paddies and wind. I kept going while my flashlight is dying on me so I turned on my phone flashlight but it is too weak.

I was deathly afraid that I will be the next kid on the bike to die. I prayed to God to let me go home.

When I was going, I had this sort of calling--but it was opposite as the one Dominic described it to me when he decided he will become a priest. Dominic described it as something godly, warm and fuzzy.

I remember at that time, it was not that way. Not devilish though but it was as if the wind passed through the padd fields-- do you know in those anime scenes where there is a premonition that the main character is just all alone? So it was an indication for me that I am all alone in the dark, left to fend for myself. That there is no God. It was a very strong feeling. I've long to find it. I dropped out of that school a year later because I was just met with confusion.

[phantomrose96]

Hello sorry to barge in with the word vomit/ramble, just wanted to let you know that god. Oh my god. You dont know how many things you’ve uncovered in me.

I started reading like, yesterday afternoon due to an animation for this fic, dreading over the word-count. I thought I could just read a little to catch a grasp of the fic, then put it to the side when my interest dies, and then 12 hours of reading happened and now I’m sitting awake at 1 AM wondering what the fuck happened to my emotions.

Cause?? I just?? Adored it so much?? The writing is such an experience to read, you just nail every single detail that just immerses me into the current scene or event. The amount of details picked and imbedded are just enough to fully paint a picture while also not overwhelming me with information. It was a Joy to read, and shone whenever a revaluation and/or breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we know all know which one). The tension parts always shakes me over with anxiety (like the teru v ritsu 2, one of my favorites), the tiny and wholesome moments are so well described too?? You know what’s happening and you know your heart it not coming out unscathed but nope, you sit there and take the pain as now the characters are allowed a sense of comfort and you realize how much they needed it after watching their lives turn into a slow motion titanic scene.

AND THE CHARACTERS, the characterization is immaculate I swear. Its so different from what I’m used to in the best ways plus more. I love how mob is just a confused kid trying his best and reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids?? His interactions with Ritsu is so tragic cause Reigen will just not let go of the fact that Ritsu is fucking thirteen and does not need this much stress condensed in him (god bless burger scene, also a favorite). And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation). The dude is just a walking car wreck that is slowly parking at the edge of a cliff. Just the way he snaps in the most unhinged and self destructive ways makes me want to set him down in a pile of blankets, because child you are not leaving until you book a therapist appointment. Teru makes him 10x worst its comical, they just hate each other, barfs at eachothers presence but also they’d entrust their lives to the other’s no problem, what are worst enemies with slight fond attachments are for (Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible). Ritsu’s journey throughout the fic has been a sight to witness, from him being a emotionally stunted mess to an emotionally stunted, but now slightly considerate, mess. Character development.

This story has been an absolute delight to finish, and my thoughts will still run wild for about a week. I cannot thank you enough for writing this and sharing this to the world of ao3.

(ABoT)

fbjhfbj eating this review eating this eating this

I'm!!!! Okay to approach this in pieces.

>breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we all know which one)

we all know which one....

I'm just saying this could still be about literally ANY character named Ritsu in this story.

Also yes!!! Another Ritsu vs Teru v2 enjoyer!! I was so goddamn excited getting to that part of the story. The role inversion between Ritsu and Teru. The weight of Ritsu making this a spirit possession battle against Teru of all people, and that being why Ritsu is able to hold his own against Teru who is so much stronger than him.

And absolutely ABoT is all about the small wholesome moments, cuz each and every one of those are wrestled in tatters out of the jaw of tragedy and misery which, to me, makes them extra special. The absolute fighting tooth and nail for happiness and betterment.

>reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids??

yep yep yep the double-meaning of "Breach" in the title. Breach trust. Breach the barrier. The role of lies and the role of trust in that very core element of Mob's barrier.

And I really adored writing all the Ritsu and Reigen interactions because they are. just. the worst for each other. But also Reigen is who Ritsu needs. And that hard fight to save Ritsu happens in the form of screaming matches that destroy a McDonalds and the massive decimation of innocent Build-A-Bears. The burger scene is. SO near and dear to my heart.

>And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation).

Ritsu "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna just go apeshit?" Kageyama. I love writing him as a foil against the Reigen and Mob plotline. Because both Reigen and Mob have been hurt, and their reponses are much more focused on how to heal themselves. Ritsu's been hurt (and Teru, too) and their responses are to lash out and hurt everything back. ABoT runs the whole spectrum of catharthis for just "You've been badly wronged. Wouldn't you just like to [heal] [have someone who cares] [seek revenge and destroy the world which destroyed you]?"

>(Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible)

I deeply loved writing the Teru and Ritsu plotline just every step of the way. And the hardest part was writing all the build up knowing the role-reversal was coming without tipping my hand--the part where Ritsu would surpass Teru in awfulness, where it would become Teru desperately clinging to morals and trying his hardest to stop Ritsu. And this all starts with the pivot in ch31 as Ritsu realizes he IS in a position to take advantage of Teru... because Teru sees him as a friend.

fkjfdnkjfddf thank you for this review! I'm eating it I'm eating it. You're talking about so many of the things that make me feral for this story and why I wrote it in the first place. It's the trauma it's the healing it's the character development it's the character regression it's the beating your bestie to death on a soccer field it's the taking a traumatized kid to get ramen it's the mindless destruction of a Build-A-Bear Workshop it's the manipulation it's the trying to do better it's the idea that self-sacrifice doesn't actually save the people around you who need you it's the different ways tragedy affects people it's the lighting a corpse on fire then slashing your own throat it's the adopting a kitten named Socks it's the corruption it's the possession it's the cursed Jade Statue that just follows you everywhere for no reason

[4dtk]

hi i would love to if you could write a story with jaehyun where he gives y/n a massage and then fucks y/n

long. enjoy, 1.8k baby. dont think i'll give this one a name either LOL

warnings: fingering, doggy, reverse cowgirl, breeding kink

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“hey. how was work?” you were often the culprit of jaehyun’s questions when your foot first lands in your apartment, toeing off your shoes with ease as he welcomes you with a peck to your cheek. he holds your waist loosely while you massage your ankles and toes, glad for a breath of fresh air even if they were hidden behind socks.

jaehyun drags you into the living room before you can speak, manspreading like he’s done it a hundred time before and pats his thighs. it makes you smile and raise an eyebrow. settling in front of him felt good, although he yanks you back onto his chest a little enthusiastically than usual that you let out a squeal. you just pass it off that he’s happy to see you after a day of doing nothing.

in a way, he has done it a hundred times. it was routine at this point, where you’d just sit against his back and lay against him, sometimes tilting your head back to admire his side profile. you’d talk about co-workers, your lunch, your overbearing tasks, all while jaehyun gently massages your sides with alternating hands, always sure to apply a fair amount of pressure to ease out your nerves.

he laughs into your neck at your reaction, but other than that, he remains quiet as you start on your rant, gesturing widely to this one annoying colleague that’s been getting on your nerves for the past few weeks. always talking over you for the tasks assigned to you, dropping badly-timed statements that definitely could be defined as a backhanded compliment; you could go on and on about the co-worker that you don’t notice jaehyun’s hands retreating from your waist to push you away from his body, travelling up your back instead.

they slowly feel up your back like an experienced masseuse, testing the waters with his thumb in a particularly deep dig in between your shoulder blades. it makes you gasp, the rant about how the same co-worker had accidentally interrupted by your sound of surprise. it’s the exhale of breath, however, that resembled something dangerously close to a whimper and you hope to god that jaehyun doesn’t hear it.

“you gotta relax for me, baby,” jaehyun grunts, continuing to sort out the kinks and aches in your back, no doubt brought about by your bad posture. at least if you were working from home, jaehyun would be able to provide you with hourly reminders to stretch out your back. ah, well, this would have to suffice.

jaehyun was talented with his hands, portraying his efficiency in relaxing the tension in your back with how intimately they moved from one area to another. another crack resonates throughout the room, making you moan out at the released tightness.

jaehyun loses his grip on sanity each time his knuckle, thumbs, fingers meet every inch of your back, eliciting countless other sounds that went south with how lewd they sounded. when you whimper again, he sighs with a little praise of good girl, breath tickling your ear lightly that it causes you to giggle. you’re at ease now, leaning back before he seemingly massages out the last ache in your back.

“you’re a bothersome little minx, aren’t you?” the other smirks against your neck, another giggle escaping your lips when you feel his hand prying your thighs apart. “well, thank fucking god you wore a skirt today.”

jaehyun’s smirk stretches into a grin when he feels how there’s a wet patch on your underwear from the suggestive session where you could feel his hardening erection against your bum. it played out like a bad sex scene from a movie, but you couldn’t complain when you were the stars of the show, able to feeling jaehyun’s fingers on your hips, on your thighs. he drags a finger to your centre painfully slow that you thrash gently against his hold, but it only makes him reinforce the secure arm he has around you. “patience, angel.”

“sorry, hun, but your massages are always so good. i still wonder why we didn’t do this earlier.”

“then… let’s change up our tradition a little, huh?” he purrs, panties already to the side before jaehyun slips a sneaky finger in. your hole sucks him in so easily that a groan is heard, possibly from the both of you. you’re not even sure any more, body overtaken by pleasure as he adds a second finger. you’re so wet that it’s no trouble for the man, who marvels over your shoulder at how good you’re taking his digits.

“haah… j-jae…” he chuckles against your shoulder, eyes never leaving how he’s pumping his fingers into you. they stretch you out so good and you can barely manage words, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and whines while he fucks you open. you mewl on a sudden hard thrust where his fingers are so deep that it’s up to his knuckle. he laughs again.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” jaehyun murmurs, “but i don’t think i can hold it in any longer.” the emptiness you feel when he removes his fingers was criminal, but you can’t complain when you’d be getting his cock in a second or two, already eyeing the bulge that showed itself through his sweatpants. your mouth drops open when he pulls it down in one swift pull, not so much for his length but more of the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“of course you aren’t wearing boxers. you’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“caught red-handed. a smart one, aren’t you?” jaehyun speaks through pants while he lubes up his cock with his pre-cum, boring holes into your eyes with his with a lazy smirk. he doesn’t miss the way you’re rubbing circles onto your neglected cunt. “guess i’d just have to fuck the smart out of you.”

he uses his strength to turn you over, smushing your face into the cushions below you before he eases himself into you, groaning at how fast you clench around him. jaehyun can forgive you for that, since he’s left you on edge with a gaping hole that showed how good his fingers could stretch you out. he reaches a hand over to push your hand from your clit gently while he lets you get used to his thick length resting into you and he swears he feels you clench again when his fingers play with your bundle of nerves.

“let me take care of you tonight. leave it to me.” jaehyun snaps his hips against your ass, propelling you forward just a little from the force. it draws out a slurred moan, even more when he starts his assault on your pussy, sliding in and out of you deliciously.

“mmhm uh- uh- jaeee…!” the fabric below you is stained with your drool.

jaehyun’s already sure you’d get a noise complaint filed against you tomorrow morning, but he can’t care much when the sounds falling from your lips are his favourite song, while his name is like a prayer that you recite every night. tonight just so happened to be the first, with many more sessions involving your begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. you’re so fucking desperate for his cock when you push back onto him, meeting his thrusts with your own rhythm while the cushions soak up your moans.

eyeing the tv for a second, the male has never felt so glad that he’s set the screensaver to be a boring black screen. it mimics a mirror with the exception of a few blurred visuals due to the semi-matte protector you opted for. “w-wha? jae-“ in a second, jaehyun hauls you up to rest against his chest again, the friction of your shirts uncomfortable from the sweat that manages to seep through. none of you pay much attention, rather to the black screen in front of you that shows how pliant you are for jaehyun.

thighs wide open, while your greedy cunt takes in every inch of jaehyun. it makes him cum right then and there but he holds himself bask the best that he can. “look at you, pretty girl. split open by my fat cock, whining like a good little girl.” the words drives heat up your body like electricity and your body can’t deny itself any longer, grinding down on the length that’s buried deep in you; the sight in front of you only turns you on more. jaehyun is true to his word like a gentleman, driving his dick deep into you instead of making you do the work and soon, he settles into a comfortable pace.

“j-jaehyuuun… shit..” your head finds home on his shoulders, thrown back while his hips continue to piston into you endlessly, heeding your word when you ask him to pick up the pace. “yeah? feel good, darling?” your moans and his combine with the loud, pornographic sounds coming from in between your legs, cunt dripping with arousal with every pump of his pelvis. giddily, you nod at the question, hands tightly wrapped around his arms that were holding your legs open.

“look at the screen, pretty girl.” and you do, mewling in excitement when you witness a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. “should i cum in you? would you like that, hm?” you’re rendered speechless by he fills you up to the brim with his hard thrusts, pussy fluttering around him when you think of him filling you up in another way and you nod again like a dumb little bitch.

“yes- yes yes! fuck, cum in me.” with your confirmation, it unleashes something feral in jaehyun, delivering faster thrusts that you start crying out, reaching all the corners of the small apartment. it contributes to the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, “fill me up, p-please…!” jaehyun emits a deep groan when you say the words, snapping up into you until they get sloppier and messier, thighs tired from his constant movements.

“cumming, cumming, cumming!” you announce it, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you release your juices all over it. jaehyun follows quickly after, hips stuttering before pumping you full of his cum, spurting his seed deep into your womb. the feeling has you shaking, licking your lips in a thrill when the first drop of cum oozes out of you. littering small kisses down the length of your neck, he uses his finger to stuff it back into you. “shit… we can’t waste any of it, can we?” you roll your eyes, turning your head to the side to meet his lips with a smile, silently thanking him for the destress.

-

“fucking hell, seriously?” holding a piece of paper the next morning, you faintly make out the words through the morning vision. jaehyun looks over your shoulder and lets out a loud laugh, barely escaping your poorly aimed smacks as you figure out how to sort out the noise complaint. “your pussy was just too wet, waking up the whole building-“

“jaehyun!”

[noenvyy]

Dark Humor: Things I find unintentionally funny about Pete’s kidnapping in KinnPorsche

Okay I really hope this post doesn’t offend anyone, that is not my intention, I know Pete’s kidnapping is hella traumatic and complicated and such but like the way the directors choose to frame it sometimes! 

I swear, you end up with a lot of unintentionally funny parts that just make the whole thing so much more messed up than it is! I just can’t! 

Here they are, the three things that make me laugh and feel like I’m going to hell because of it. 

#1: Kinn and Porsche just STRAIGHT up forget about Pete

Like wtf guys?? Okay so on the one hand, this is kind of like deeply sad considering how loyal Pete’s been the entire time. But literally the way it’s presented to the viewer is like this....

And it keeps GOING! I swear throughout the whole of the next episode there are constant switches between scenes of Pete getting tortured... 

And our main gays just like fucking honeymooning and shit! Like, just look at this----

What the hell??

Ugh. You goddamn homosexuals. Who am I kidding, I’m so fucking happy for you guys. 

#2: The whole ridiculous hedgehog sequence when we literally see Pete’s Stockholm Syndrome Activate

No words honestly the scene speaks for itself...

I mean by the end of this evening even Vegas is like----

#3: Hostage Salad

Okay this is the one that I just CAN’T get over.  So like we had a very scary food moment with Vegas earlier in the episode...

So when he shows up again and brings up the subject of food we’re kind of on edge . Like are we going all Audition again? Is it another dog food bowl??..

But then like, Pete like glances to the side at what Vegas has brought him and it’s like...

A salad?? A fucking salad?? That’s so god damned WEIRD! Like out of all the foods you could bring your little hostage boy toy you whip him up a salad! What kind of monster------

*deep breath* oohhhh I’m dead. At least he gets noodles later. 

[mercurygguk]

winter soldier | jjk

genre; winter soldier/avengers au, angst/smut/fluff

pairing; winter soldier!jungkook x avenger!female reader

summary; the love of your life died during ww2, they honored his death. you had never imagined you’d ever see him again until you’d join him in death, but here he is and he’s trying to kill you. he’s not himself at all. you, however, insist that the man you used to know is still in there somewhere.

word count; 6,764

warnings; descriptions of war/battle/fight scenes, descriptions of scars, the rest of the avengers joins the party, reader is like Cap A but not like Cap A, you know??, jungkook looking hella hot with his long hair and steel arm, inspiration from ‘captain america: winter soldier’, swearing, SMUT; explicit sexual activities, oral (f. receiving), love making at its highest- nothing kinky, just plain ol’ sex

a/n; okay so um, i’m binge-watching the avengers movies atm and i was watching Captain America: Winter Soldier. i kid you not, throughout the entire movie i was imagining what jungkook would look like as the winter soldier- jungkook combined with superheroes is like the perfect story, amirite?? ;)) enjoy!

ps. once again, i didn’t proof read so ignore my possible mistakes lol

(for reference, this is what jungkook’s hair looks like in this fic)

War.

Terrorizing. Horrifying. Absolutely petrifying.

There are several words to use when talking about it, describing it, reliving it. Once you’ve experienced it, it will haunt you till the day you die and even beyond that. There isn’t much positive to take from it, not many positive memories come to you as you think back to the time during war. Only one positive memory returns to you from those dark times...

Him.

Him who did not fit in with the military services due to his lack of strength and speed. Him who never let anyone step upon him and evolved with the job. Him who never backed down from a challenge or an order given from the highest ranks. Him who had braveness unlike anyone, loyalty like no other, a will to fight for what’s worth it and to win. Him who made you fall for him without meaning to. Him who promised he would always come back to you, no matter what happened.

And then one day he didn’t. They had told you he went down in the fight, died for his country, for his team. He hadn’t hesitated to sacrifice himself, thrown himself towards the threat in the hopes of ending it for everyone once and for all. That he did. He killed himself in the process of saving everyone else.

A hero is what they had called him. Honored his name, saluting as they all stood facing his military photograph, serious faces and emotionless eyes all over. Tears had filled your eyes that day, but they didn't fall. You refused to let them. There was no way you would cry because of a liar. A coward, really. Anger kept you going, anger aimed at him. A rage so intense that you would convince yourself that you hated him. Some people would call you selfish, selfish for hating a man who sacrificed himself for everyone else. They were right. You were selfish. But love makes you selfish, and you loved him. So ridiculously much.

Years later, decades into the new century he remains as a positive yet heartbreaking and frustrating memory in your mind and heart. You haven’t aged a day thanks to the advanced technology and the project you offered to be the experiment of, in the end of the war. After his death and the war seeming more out of control than ever, you thought there wasn’t much more to live for, so you volunteered. A successful masterpiece, professor Kim had said as you regained consciousness on the lab table. You were his greatest, most succeeded experiment. You still are, except for the fact that Kim Namjoon is no longer walking among people on earth.

Now you’re living as the successful masterpiece he has created. Stronger, faster – young too even though your real age is something near 98. It doesn’t show. You look like any other 23-year-old but with extraordinary strength and speed. Being a part of a team as the Avengers truly has given you a meaning of life, a purpose that you didn’t feel you had before joining this outstanding team of superheroes as some would call you.

But as you stand here, in the middle of a battlefield that is scarily similar to those back in the 1940’s, you feel small. Gunshots fire around you, flying past your head and ringing in your ears. Explosions going off from the shots fired by Stark, Iron Man as he’s known as. The grounds breaking from the power of Thor’s hammer, the bad guys falling like flies in the hands of Widow. You’re watching it all unfold, breathing for a split second as robots are charging at you with red, glowing eyes.

For God’s sake, just how many of these are there?

Keeping yourself from rolling your eyes in pure annoyance, you set off running towards them with an unmatched speed, fists up and ready to take them out. One goes down after another, surrendering to your very angry, very powerful fists. Your patience is running thin as the robots keep appearing from left and right, setting their focus on you as demanded by whoever’s controlling them. A person you haven’t managed to find yet, but determined to hunt down and put a bullet through their head.

“Hey, Thor!” You call out to the nordic God flying around you, punching fists through robots and throwing his hammer at them. He glances your way, finding you surrounded by robots, too many for you to fight by yourself. “A lil hand here?”

He nods in response, immediately dropping to the ground and plunging his hammer into the asphalt on the ground, lightning seeping through the ground and into the robots, taking them down and splitting them in half. Thor throws a smug smirk at you before turning back around to fight another round of robots. You roll your eyes, about to run off when shots are being fired at you.

“Shit!” You hiss, running to hide behind a tipped-over truck while fishing out a gun from the strap around your thigh. You lean out, aiming in the direction of the shots. There is a man with long, dark hair, a black mask covering half his face and a silver arm that does not look familiar at all. The mysterious man steps onto the railing of the bridge he fired shots from, hard glare focused on you as he steps out and lets himself fall to the ground beneath the bridge. He lands on his feet, supporting himself with the silver fist into the asphalt. He stands to his height, walking straight towards you and leaving a mark in the asphalt where he had landed. Your eyes widen as he holds up a machine gun, opening fire at you as you scramble to run off while loading more shots into your gun.

Peeking around the corner of the brick building you’re hiding behind, you hold your gun up to aim at him. You fire a bullet, hitting his silver arm. He doesn’t budge, the bullet not even leaving a bump in the silver.

“What the-” you gape, firing shots again. He holds his silver hand up, the bullets bouncing off like they’re made of cotton, still walking towards you with eyes focused on you. There’s something about him that seems familiar – maybe his build? Or the way he walks? Or was it the slightly curly hair on top of his head? You can’t quite pin it as you watch him get closer, fists clenched tightly at his sides as if he’s ready to throw punches at you. You contemplate running to him, throwing the first punch at him before he gets to you. There is a slight hesitancy in your body as you can’t shake off how awfully familiar he seems the closer he gets to you. Knowing what the right thing to do is, you step out from your hiding spot, collecting all strength as you charge at him. A yell of anger and confusion rumbles from your chest as you jump on the last step, fist pulled back only for it to be forced forward and into the center of the mysterious man’s chest.

He stumbles back slightly, gaining his balance quickly before he steps closer, throwing a punch at you as well. You dodge, throwing your leg into his side in a strong kick. He grunts as he catches your leg, pulling on it to force you towards him. You ram into him, his clenched fist connecting with your jaw. You groan in pain as you fall to the ground, landing before his feet. Squinting at him, you watch as he kneels down over you, holding you down against the ground. As he stares at you, raising his hand to deliver a punch to your face again, you realize it as your eyes meet his. You gasp softly, not believing the sight in front of you. It’s a known fact that you would recognize those deep, brown eyes anywhere in any given moment.

“J-Jungkook?”

The sound of your voice, the sound of his name falling from your lips has him freezing for a split second. His eyes shift between yours as he slowly begins to sink his fist. But not even seconds later he’s raising his fist again and that’s when you can tell that he does not recognize you. He is looking at you as if you’re a complete stranger, like he didn’t spend the last year of his life telling you that he loved you more than life itself.

His gaze fills with the only feeling he feels, hatred. He moves to force his silver fist down and into your face, a face he used to call beautiful as he traced his finger tips along the edges. You barely dodge it, trying your very best to meet his eyes again as you call his name.

“Jungkook!” You fight the tears that are brimming your eyes as you continue to dodge his hits the best you can, “Hey! It’s me!”

He’s not holding off, continuing to throw punches at you and hitting the asphalt as you squirm in between his thighs. He’s impeccably strong, the asphalt cracking under the jabs of his fists. His thighs are keeping you in place as he pins you to the ground, your arms locked along your sides. You know he’ll punch you to death if you don’t get inside his head. It seems nearly impossible as his eyes are trained on you, emotionless and angry, only a small glimt of the man you used to know in them.

“____! Might wanna duck down a bit,” Tony shouts as he flies in your direction, his glowing hand aimed at Jungkook.

Your eyes widen in horror as you scramble together all the strength you have, throwing Jungkook off you and away from the deathly ray of light coming from Tony’s palm.

“No!”

The shot hits the asphalt a few meters away from you, nearly grazing Jungkook but it doesn’t, thankfully. Tony is shocked as he comes to a halt in the air, staring between Jungkook and you. You wave a hand at him. “I got him,” you assure him as you pant out breaths of air, nodding towards Widow and Thor, “go help the others.”

The man in the iron suit in front of you seems to hesitate for a second as he looks at you. He catches the pleading look on your face, glancing back at Jungkook for a moment before nodding at you once and flying in the direction of Widow and Thor, aiming his shots at the robots that are still coming from all sides. You turn your attention back to Jungkook, the body of the love of your life but not the eyes or mind of him.

“Jungkook,” you try again, slowly stepping closer as he stays still, slightly shocked that you had saved him from Iron Man’s deadly shot, “it’s me, ____.”

You’re begging, tone pleading him and hands up in surrender as you slowly step closer to him. He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His eyes are dark, cold and distant as you get even closer. He’s frozen in his spot. He seems confused behind that hard expression, confused because you look less terrified than you did before realizing who he is. He doesn’t flinch or move away from your hand as it inches closer to his face, reaching for the black mask on his face.

“Hey,” you softly say, hesitating to touch him as you let a single tear escape and roll down your cheek. Something flashes in his eyes as he looks into your wet eyes, a small hint of recognition, familiarity too. Maybe he remembers. You hope he does. He lets you pull the black mask off completely, the strong line of his jaw appearing in front of you as well as his pink lips you used to kiss so often in that hidden place you liked to meet almost every night. “It’s me,” you whisper, “it’s ____.”

You’re afraid you’re imagining things as tears build up in the corner of his eyes, his jaw tightening. It’s too much for him. The memories returning with full force, the emotions filling his chest and warming it for the first time in 70 years. He wants to cry. He doesn’t know whether it's happiness because you’re right here in front of him, after he thought he would never get to see you again as he took his last breath back in 1944, or sadness because he’s well aware that he almost killed you if you hadn’t pushed him off you.

“____?” His voice betrays him as it cracks, your name coming out in a croaked voice. More tears escape as you hear your name falling from his lips for the first time since that morning in the military camp where he said ‘see you soon’ and then never returned. He freezes as you throw yourself at him, arms wrapped around him as you pull him closer in a tight hug. The sniffles and muffled cries you let out breaks his emotionless, cold heart and filling it with a warmth he hasn’t felt in so long. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye as he lets his own arms snake their way around your waist, hugging you just as tight as you hug him.

Relief.

That’s what he’s feeling.

Jungkook wanders around inside Stark’s office, eyes exploring things as he calmly runs his silver hand over them. You watch him from a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest. Worry is filling your entire body as his back is turned to you. He still doesn’t seem like himself. There is something about him that makes you anxious, something about him makes you wonder if he’ll turn at any moment, falling back into whatever sort of amnesia he has been experiencing for the past decades.

You jump in surprise when the door opens beside you, revealing Tony. He notices your jumbled state, giving you a small, half smile. You turn your eyes back to Jungkook who’s picking at an ancient-looking sculpture on Tony’s desk causing Tony to take a step closer.

“Hey! Buddy!” He calls out, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Don’t touch that, please. It’s antique.”

Jungkook steps away from the desk, hands up in mock surrender, emptiness in his eyes as if he couldn’t care less about Tony’s antique sculpture. No one really cared about that sculpture. It’s doomed to break at some point when it’s placed in his office, in the Avengers building.

“Tony,” you catch the attention of the older man, looking straight at him with hopeful, desperate eyes, “can you help him?”

He turns to face Jungkook, looking him over from head to toe. “Friday, give me a scan of whatever’s controlling Jungkook.”

Anticipated, you wait while biting a nail. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch as Friday scans him for anything to help Tony figure out a way to help. He’s glancing from Tony to you, his eyes meeting yours. Seconds. It takes seconds from his stare meeting yours to something flicking behind his dark brown irises, something inside of him snapping like the tips of someone’s fingers. Your eyes widen in panic as you move to stand between Tony and Jungkook.

“Tony!” You shout, moving fast as you try to get in between the two men. Tony has already activated his iron hand, catching Jungkook’s silver fist right before it hits him square in the face. You come to a halt, staring in surprise as Tony tightens his hold on Jungkook’s fist, forcing him to the ground. “Tony, please, don’t hurt him. He’s not in his right mind!”

“Oh, really?” Tony scoffs, sarcasm dripping from each word. A small yelp leaves your mouth as Tony kicks his knee up under Jungkook’s jaw, knocking him out. Jungkook falls limp to the floor, eyes closed as he’s kicked unconscious by Tony. You kneel down beside him, brushing his long strands of hair out of his face. He looks peaceful as he lays there, completely unconscious, and yet there’s a furrowed look on his face, like he’s never free from whatever that is controlling him. You sigh deeply, head dropping as you cradle Jungkook’s hand in your own. Tony’s palm rests on your shoulder. You glance up at him. He gives you a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help him,” he tells you. You nod, knowing he spoke the truth.

“Thank you.”

The frustrated look and furrowed eyebrows are gone. He looks genuinely peaceful this time, long lashes resting on the top of his cheeks as he rests beneath the sheets on your bed. You can’t help yourself as you reach out, palm cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone in a soft caress. Hopefully you’ll have the love of your life back once he wakes up from the deep sleep Tony put him in.

You’re about to move away, retrieving your hand from his cheek just as you hear him whimper softly. Turning back to him, you watch as his lower lip begins to quiver, eyebrows furrowed tightly together. “No,” he whimpers again, head shaking in his sleep. “Please, no! Don’t!”

Worry fills you once again as you sit on the edge of the bed beside him, hands cupping his face between them. “Jungkook,” you softly call, trying your best to wake him without startling him. “Jungkook, my love, please wake up. Please!”

Startled, you gasp as his eyes shoot open, his lips parting as he gasps for air. He’s looking right into your startled, widened eyes. It takes a minute for him to realize who you are and where he is, the surroundings not seeming familiar at all, but it feels nice. The aura, the warmth and the dimmed lighting in the bedroom where he’s tucked under the sheets.

“Hey,” you breathe out as you smile, not sure what to say to him. Tony had made sure to help him, get whatever that was controlling him out of him, his head to himself now and slowly filling with memories, both good and bad ones. “How are you feeling?”

He groans as he moves to sit up. You help him straighten up, making sure he has a pillow for his back as he leans back against the head of the bed. He closes his eyes tightly together as he drops his head back, still trying to calm his erratic breathing. You sit back in the chair you had pulled to the bedside when you got here.

“I feel…” he begins, words feeling foreign on his tongue as he speaks with a croaking voice. He sighs deeply. This is a lot for his head to take in in just one day. “I feel like my head is about to explode.”

Your smile is careful as you look at him. “Makes sense,” you softly say, watching him glance at his arm only to notice the silver is still there, like he had hoped it would be gone. It’s easy to tell the arm itself is a symbol of a very dark time as he looks at it and then looks away from it. He isn’t fond of the silver arm, obviously having a love-hate relationship with it as it has given him power and strength he never had to begin with and problems he never voluntarily wanted in the first place. There’s pain in his eyes as he glances at you, shame as he cowers under your gaze.

You frown deeply. “What happened to you?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. He closes his eyes, not really wishing to go back to those dark times where his life was saved and changed for the worse. The dark times where he became a shadow of himself and a manipulated soldier, brainwashed to take orders from others.

“I, uh, I don’t think-“ he stumbles over his words.

You place your hand over his actual hand, your thumb brushing the skin there. He glances at where you’re touching him before looking up at you. You’re hurting, it’s easy to see. It’s not your own pain though, it’s his. You’re feeling pain for him, hurting because he went through things he never should have, things where death would’ve been much less painful. You want to kiss him, kiss it all better if that was possible.

“You can tell me,” you whisper, pleading him to confide in you, to tell you what happened to him all those years ago.

He sighs deeply, turning his hand over to wrap it around yours. A rush runs through your stomach as he grips onto your hand with a hold so tight that you find yourself promising him silently that you’ll never let go again by giving his hand a small squeeze.

“They found me a few days later,” he starts, gaze focusing on the way yours and his fingers intertwine with each other like they’re meant to do it, “in the ruins of buildings. I-I wasn’t fully awake when they did, only just coming to my senses again after the explosion that was meant to kill me.”

You’re focusing on his hand in yours now, not able to look into his eyes as he tells the story of how he ended up here, 70 years later, and still looking like himself but with longer hair and impeccable strength.

“I didn’t recognize them. They wouldn’t tell me anything. They took me to this place, a bunker or something like that. There was this huge laboratory inside with equipment way ahead of its time,” he looks confused as he relives the horrifying moments, “I was placed in a chair and the next thing I know they’re sawing my arm off-“

You whimper. “Oh, god,” tears dwell in your eyes as you grip his hand tightly.

“____, I have never felt as much pain as I did that day,” he looks you straight in the eye, the pain from that day flashing over his face as he recalls it, the feeling of it. “And all I could think about while they turned me into this- this monster… was that I lied to you.”

You shake your head in denial. “No, Jungkook,” you whisper, “you couldn’t know. You couldn’t.”

He offers you a small half-smile, remorse covering his features as he reaches up with his silver hand, careful as he lets the fingertips of it brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry I gave you an empty promise,” he whispers, silver fingertips brushing against the side of your face. You cover it with your own hand, letting him cup your face in the cold silver. He leans closer, hissing lightly as pain shoots up the side of his torso. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come back to you like I promised.”

“You did though,” you sigh deeply, resting your forehead against his. “You’re right here.”

He nods softly, his eyes shifting between yours.. “and I won’t leave again,” he assures you before hesitating, shrugging as he adds; “unless you want me to.”

You chuckle through the tears that had built up in your eyes. He’s smiling at you as you reach up to cup his face in your palms, brushing your thumb across his cheeks. He’s watching you, still not quite believing that you’re here with him. After so long. 70 years of wondering if you’re still alive. 70 long years of wondering where you were in the world. 70 unbearable years of longing for your touch, your soft, plump lips that made his heart stop beating for a few seconds each time they would touch his in a kiss.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers into the small gap of air space between you and him. “Each time I’d return from a mission and become myself again after being under mind-control, you were the first thing on my mind. To be honest, I don’t think you ever left it. You’ve always been there with me, in the deepest parts of my consciousness. You kept me sane during the missions, kept me from forgetting myself completely.”

Listening intently, you close your eyes as your thumbs continue to brush over the skin on his cheeks. He continues, a deep sigh falling from his lips and clashing against yours causing goosebumps to rise upon your body. You’re shocked that you have gone this far without smothering him in kisses. You don’t want to risk anything, waiting patiently for him to make the first move in the direction of more physical affection, whether it’s a touch of his hand, a hug or more.

“And when I realized it was you earlier today...” his voice cracks, “when I realized I almost killed you- I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for that.”

“You can and you will,” you softly tell him, the undertone of your voice stern, “you didn’t kill me. You wouldn’t. You were gonna recognize me sooner or later.”

He exhales shakily. “You don’t know that,” he almost snaps, eyes closed tightly as he drops his silver hand from your face. He pulls away from your touch, the warmth of him disappearing the further he moves away. He’s not looking at you. Tears are threatening to spill as you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as you want to speak up. You want to tell him he’s wrong, but you already know that he will not take your words for what they are. He, and you, know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him off when you did.

“You’re right,” you say, catching his attention again. He barely glances at you, noticing the small remnants of tears in your eyes before looking back at his silver hand, clenching and unclenching it. A tear rolls down your cheek. “You’re so right, Jungkook. I don’t know if you would or not.”

You get up from the chair you’ve been sitting in since you brought him back to your apartment. Jungkook still refuses to look at you as you move onto the bed, crawling closer to him. You don’t hesitate as you lay a hand on his shoulder and throw a leg over his to straddle his lap. He finally looks at you, eyes slightly widened at your actions. His eyes meet teary ones again, his silver arm moving out of an old habit as he reaches up to wipe your tears away.

“But I like to think you would.”

Your lips press against his before he can reply to your words. Jungkook gasps and then grunts in response as you press your mouth to his, desperately and needy. His body freezes beneath you as you kiss him, tasting his lips for the first time in an unbearably long time. It takes him a while to realize that you’re kissing him, finally kissing you back as he cradles you in his arms, pulling you closer to his chest. The silver arm keeps a tight grip around your waist, holding you in place as the other runs up your thigh.

Pulling away, you gasp for air, letting your forehead rest against his. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his breath once again clashing against yours as you both catch your breath. Your eyes meet, seconds after he’s kissing you again, your tank top riding up as the silver arm keeps you tight against him. The silver touching your skin causes goosebumps to cover your skin, a chill running up your spine as you cup his face. His tongue licks against your bottom lip, you let him in. A moan escapes your lips as his tongue touches yours.

“I’ve been holding myself back ever since you woke up,” you whisper against his lips, making him smile as his hands slide under your top, pushing it up before pulling it over your head completely. You return to his lips, catching them with your own as you reach for the hem of his t-shirt. He helps you pull it off, your mind elsewhere as you throw it onto the floor. Your hands rake down his body, over the tensing muscles of his abdomen as he moves his kisses down your cheek and further under your jaw. Your breathing is ragged as you pull away, only a few inches so you can glance down at his torso. The sight horrifies you, your fingertips brushing over scars and healed wounds.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you glance up at Jungkook, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before you look back at his chest. Your eyes wander, over his both small and larger scars to his silver arm. You feel your heart tightening as you take in the way the silver arm is sewed onto his body. You hesitate to reach up, Jungkook’s eyes on you as you let your shaking fingertips brush over the burned, scarred skin that keeps the silver arm attached. “I- This…”

His human hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. “I know,” he agrees without hearing the rest of the sentence. You look back at him, finding relief in his eyes as you rest your palms against his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he then says.

“They literally cut off your arm,” you point out, shaking your head in disbelief. You can’t even imagine how much pain he must’ve been in when they did this to him. “I wish I could have spared you this pain, spared you the torture you went through.”

He smiles softly. “I know, ____. But there's no way you possibly could’ve.”

You're carefully running your pointer finger along one of his scars when you look up at him, eyelashes framing your eyes so perfectly. He thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, even more so than the last time he saw you. You can’t do anything to stop the words that tumble from your lips next.

“I love you so much, Jungkook.”

His breathing stops for a second, his heart skipping a beat. He hasn’t heard those words since 1944. He didn’t even hear those words that morning you had sent him off, he hadn’t said those words when he promised to return. He should have. That way you’d never be in doubt of his love. He wonders if you’ve loved him since or if there has been anyone else in the meantime to love you the way he should’ve.

Silently, you watch him as his thoughts run one hundred miles per hour. Your palms are sliding from his chest to his shoulders and further up his neck to cup his face again. The love he feels is evident in his eyes as he focuses on you.

“I love you,” he whispers, carefully turning you over onto your back only for him to hover over you. You’re watching him, tingling in your stomach as you hear the words fall from his lips. He returns to kissing you, kissing the skin on your cheek, your neck and further down to the very top of your chest, right beneath the collarbones. He glances up at you as he kisses his way down the valley of your bra-covered chest. “I didn’t say it enough back then,” he mouths against your skin, another round of goosebumps rising beneath his lips, “I should have said it more. I’m sorry.”

You exhale deeply, arching your back into his touch as he reaches your navel and moves even further down to the waistband of your pants, your spandex pants that you so elegantly wear whenever you have a mission with the Avengers.

“Stop apologizing,” you breathe out, eyes closed as you succumb to his touch. The silver hand brushes over your stomach as it runs up to your chest, unclasping your bra on the front. It falls to the sides, revealing your perky nipples to the crisp air. You gasp softly as a silver hand brushes over both, the cold steel doing nothing but erecting them even more. “I've always hated it when you apologize.”

He smirks softly against your lower stomach, pressing one last kiss to the skin there before pulling the silver hand down to pull off your pants, and panties too. The pants are barely on the floor before he returns to your lower abdomen, kisses being spread across your hip bones and pubic bone. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his long hair as he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your legs, revealing your throbbing core to him.

“God, I missed this,” he breathed out, the air of his words hitting your wet folds. “Having you like this, all to myself.”

You whine from above him. “Jungkook,” you whimper, “please.”

It doesn’t take more for him to lean closer, tongue licking a stripe up between your folds and to your clit, his silver arm sliding across your abdomen to keep you down as he eats you out for the first time in decades. One would think he had lost his touch and knowledge of a woman’s body, but you can say that he certainly didn’t as he roots himself between your legs, tongue licking your wetness and prodding at the entrance.

“Oh god,” you moan, softly gasping for air as his human hand rests on top of your one thigh, fingers digging into the flesh there. You’re in heaven, on the ninth cloud as he slurps your arousal, licking your folds and clit as if his life depended on it. “Fuck, Jungkook!”

The sound of your name toppling from your lips as he hits a certain nerve makes his body flush with a warmth he almost forgot what feels like. You’re writhing in the tight hold of his silver arm, squirming as he licks you to your release. The orgasm is approaching fast and hard, Jungkook being the sole reason for it. No one could ever get you there as fast as him.

“I’m s-so close- oh!,” you pant, your walls clenching as Jungkook’s actual fingers slide into you. He pumps his hand in and out of you in a pace that is perfectly building up your orgasm. He takes nothing but a glance into his eyes as he leans down to softly kiss your clit that you’re toppling over, hitting the wall of your orgasm. “J-jungkook, my god!”

You jerk away as he leans forward, tongue licking up your release, tasting it on his taste buds. He hums with a small smile as he glances up at you, loving the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at the sight of him between your thighs. It takes nothing more than a few seconds before you shitting up, Jungkook meeting you halfway in a kiss. Tongues clash against each other, the taste of you on his tongue as he kisses you deeply, needingly.

“Please fuck me,” you mumble in between kisses, a desperate whining tone attached to your words. “Make love to me, Jungkook.”

He seals your words with a kiss, giving you a silent promise of doing just that. As if he’d lick you out and that would be it. No way.

You watch, teeth biting into your bottom lip, as he gets off the bed to remove the sweatpants you had dressed him in when you got back, getting him out of those military pants with belts and buckles all over them. His cock springs free, slaps against his abdomen as it stands proud into the air. A rush runs through your stomach at the sight, mouth slightly watering. Once the sweatpants and his boxers lie on the floor by his feet, he crawls back onto the bed. He moves closer, pushing you back onto your back as he hovers over you. You’re glancing at his silver arm for a mere split second, your hair reaching up to run along the hard edges of it. Jungkook can’t feel your touch but he’d like to imagine that he can as he watches your palm brushing over and further up to the nape of his neck. His eyes move back to lock with yours. You’re looking at him just like you did that last night of intimacy you had back in 1944, the night before he was sent off on a deathly mission. A huge wave of emotions hits him as he glances from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“I love you,” he softly says, eyebrows furrowed together as he looks at you, “so much, ____.”

You smile, pulling him down to meet you in a kiss. The kisses are soft, tender even as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp into his mouth as the tip of his cock prods at your folds. A hand of yours tangles back into his locks as he pushes inside, the tightness overwhelming for the both of you. He rests his forehead against yours, your breaths clashing together between you as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Shit,” he hisses, glancing down at your connecting hips. “Can i move?”

You nod your head, whispering, “yes.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pulls out and pushes back in, the sight causing him to do it again and again, wanting to see you lose yourself and succumb to the feeling of his cock brushing against your walls.

“Oh fuck!” You gasp as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin as he hits that exact spot that makes you whimper out a soft, whiny moan. You’re clawing at his shoulders, his neck and chest as he sets a rhythm, keeping it steady as he grinds into you. He grabs your leg with his silver hand, helping you to wrap it around his waist. The other follows suit, locking with your other behind his back. He hits deep inside of you, his veiny cock sliding against your walls so deliciously.

It’s like that last night you had with him all over again just with more longing and more desperate kisses. Your stomach tingles with the overwhelming amount of emotions you’re feeling in this exact moment as you look up at him – his long hair slightly damp at the roots, his toned chest glistening in sweat as he works you both to a release, to a high you’re both so desperately in the need of.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you unawarely clench around his length, his head dropping to your shoulder. “Don’t do that or I’ll cum right now.”

“Sorry!” You squeak, chuckling as he eyes you with a small smirk. God, you wanna ride him so badly. “Oh, Jungkook,” you moan breathily as he hits your spot again. He’s watching you, eyes running over your face as it contorts in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts, leaning up on his hands to get a better angle. He rams his hips into you, his strength coming to show as he thrusts into you harder than ever before. The power of his thrusts have you seeing stars as your second orgasm nears you. Jungkook can feel it as you clinch repeatedly around him. He won’t last much longer if you continue to do that.

High pitched moans tumble from your parted lips as he speeds up his movements, desperately trying to get you over the edge before he topples over himself. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you reach your high, the orgasm hitting you like a bullet.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, breathing ragged as he continues to fuck you to get himself to cum. His breathing is uneven, not matching his thrusts as all as he moves in and out a few more times before stilling inside of you, spilling his load and painting your walls inside.

“Fuck, I love you,” he breathes out as he drops his forehead to your collarbone. You’re smiling widely as you run your fingers from his shoulders and up into his hair. He lifts his head to look at you as you push his long, brown hair out of his face. You know him too well when he gives you a look, a small smirk on his lips. A joke is coming. You can just feel it. And you can’t help but grin at him as everything feels exactly like 1944 again. Also, you want to punch him for his next words:

“Not too bad for a 98-year-old, huh?”

all rights reserved © mercurygguk (with help from marvel studios *wink* )

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Warmth

Bela Dimitrescu x They/Them Reader

A/N: Yes, I’ve contracted the RE8 fever, and a bit late at that, what about it? Anyway, hope ya’ll like it. I don’t think there is anything that I should have to warn any of you about but let me know if I’m wrong. Word Count: 2,176

Being the fire stoker for the Dimitrescu daughters was simultaneously the best and worst job in the castle. It was the best job in that the daughters saw them as too valuable to kill or maim since they did their job so well. It made the daughters actually quite appreciative of them. Worst because if (Y/n) were to, god forbid, let a fire die in one of the girl’s rooms, their own light would be just as quickly snuffed out for such an error. That appreciation could turn to devastating hate on a dime if they were to slip up.

Winter was the most critical season. (Y/n) was often running room to room stoking the fires of each daughter’s most favorite areas of the castle to keep the most desirable temperatures. Often times they would fall asleep in the halls outside of the most at risk rooms and jerk awake at the slightest drop in temperature. Lady Dimitrescu had caught them dozing off once and scared them terribly when they awoke. Luckily, the Lady simply rolled her eyes and continued on her way, but not before reminding (Y/n) how easily a fire could fizzle out without the proper care and consideration. A warning.

The castle was huge, (Y/n) wished to argue, it wasn’t their fault that the daughters and their favorite rooms were so spread out. They’d like to see the Lady tend to every fire all throughout the harsh Romanian winter and see how long she could go without suffering from exhaustion. Well, on second thought, could the Lady even get tired? (Y/n) shook their head and sighed, rubbing at their bloodshot eyes. Lady Bela’s room was next in the rotation so they made their way to her wing while checking the state of their matchbook. They’d need to visit the kitchens to get a new one soon.

As they neared Lady Bela’s chambers they noted a slight chill which made their blood run cold.

“No, it can’t be...!” They gasped, fully sprinting down the hall now. They somehow remembered decorum despite the frenzy they had worked themself into and knocked upon the door, announcing their presence before stepping in. Their heart dropped to their feet.

The fire had completely died and Lady Bela was shivering in her bed, only her golden eyes could be seen staring at (Y/n) from beneath the covers as they rushed to the fire place with trembling hands.

“I’m so sorry Lady Bela!” They apologized fervently. How could this have happened? They had the timing down to a science! They had gotten too comfortable as Lady Dimitrescu had suggested and now the eldest daughter was sure to kill them for their carelessness. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how this could have happened! I swear I’ll fix this, you’ll warm up in no time!”

Soon enough, the fire was blazing, the snap of the wood causing (Y/n) to flinch back. They heard the rustling of sheets and saw a black silk nightgown in their left periphery before they scrunched their eyes tightly shut. This was it, they had outgrown their usefulness. They held their breath and waited to be dragged away by Bela’s sickle but the biting pain never came. Instead, they were enveloped in chilled arms and wrapped in a luxurious duvet. An Ice cold nose dug into their neck and made them flinch.

“You will warm me. Move before I allow it and this will be the last fire you tend to.” Bela shivered and chattered against (Y/n)’s neck.

“Y—yes Lady Bela. Of course.” (Y/n) replied, back stiffening as Bela moved curl up in their lap. It was a bit awkward considering she was taller than most, but once settled she seemed pleased enough.

They sat like that for what felt like hours to (Y/n). Enough time to make their legs cramp and back ache. If Bela didn’t let them go soon, they were sure they’d have more than one displeased Dimitrescu sister to worry about. Fortunately, Lady Bela seemed to have grown tired of them and rose from their lap with a sigh before languidly moving back to her bed.

“Move along little human, if you let Cassandra’s fire go out I can’t say she will be as merciful as I.” Bela informed, looking back at (Y/n) over her shoulder with half lidded eyes.

“Yes, of course! Thank you Lady Bela, I swear I’ll never let it happen again!” (Y/n) bowed deeply before running out of the bedroom, shutting the door tight and quick not only to keep the heat in, but to hinder Bela a moment if she decided to change her mind on being merciful. They ran down the hall like a bullet leaves a gun to tend to Cassandra’s fire next, praying it hadn’t met the same early death as Bela’s.

***

It happened again.

It happened again and (Y/n) was absolutely beside themself. They had never been so sloppy in their life and even if Bela wasn’t going to kill them they almost wanted to sickle their own shoulder for their ineptitude.

“Tell me, what did you promise me yesterday little human?” Bela taunted from the bed while (Y/n) frantically stoked the fire to a roaring blaze.

“I— I don’t know what to say Lady Bela, I am disgusted with myself. Truly, I’ve never—“

“Hush now.” Bela glared from the pile of soft covers. If she wasn’t a vampiric bug woman with murderous tendencies, the scene would have been adorable. But (Y/n) knew better than to entertain the thought for long. Then Bela stretched her hand out from beneath her mountain of blankets.

“Come, warm me little human.”

“Whatever you wish, Lady Bela!” (Y/n) nodded, giving the fire one last look as if to say, ‘behave!’ and then they quickly stood beside Bela’s bed. There was no time to be shy when Bela lifted the covers, (Y/n) dove right in and let Bela maneuver them however she wished.

Unlike the day before, this warming position was much more comfortable and so much more dangerous. (Y/n) could feel that they were starting to drift off in the luxurious bed. If they fell asleep here, surely they would not wake again. Well, that might actually be kind. Who wants to be awake for their death anyway?

“I can feel your heart slowing, little human. Perhaps you’d best be on your way before you succumb to sleep and leave another fire to die.” Bela whispered a bit snidely.

“Right!” (Y/n) shot up and fell out of the bed, scrambling to their feet and anxiously smoothing the covers back down, “Thank you again for your mercy, Lady Bela. I’ll do better!”

“See to it that you do.” Bela replied airily as (Y/n) left the room. They failed to notice the small smile curling Bela’s lips as she watched them go.

***

Two weeks. Nine out of the fourteen days Bela’s fire had died before (Y/n) could stoke it. Sometimes, it even happened twice in one day and (Y/n) was dangerously close to a mental break. Bela, miraculously, seemed to have the patience of a saint and had yet to kill (Y/n) for their failures, simply making the fire stoker warm her with their body before sending them away. Despite the circumstances that preceded the impromptu cuddling sessions, (Y/n) couldn’t help but enjoy every moment they held Bela close or visa versa. It was actually really nice. They would have been lying if they said they hadn’t felt an attraction for the eldest daughter growing within them as they became used to life in the castle.

That didn’t mean (Y/n) didn’t feel horrible though. Each failure, every shiver drawn from Bela’s body, hacked at them like an axe and it was only a matter of time before they became the timber for the next fire.

So they set out for today to go differently, they quickly stoked Daniela’s fire and the one in the library, as well as the parlor, before bounding over to Bela’s room to arrive nearly half an hour earlier than usual. They knocked, announcing their presence, before promptly opening the door. They were already halfway across the room when they glanced up, pausing mid step when they saw Lady Bela out of bed standing over the fireplace. She stared back with wide golden eyes, seemingly frozen in time as well if not for the trickle of water pouring from the small bucket in her hands.

The sizzle of the water meeting the hot wood drew (Y/n)’s eyes to the fireplace and they watched slack jawed as smoke billowed and the small fire drowned into nothingness.

“...what?” (Y/n) whispered, their eyes shifting back to Bela who had the decency to look thoroughly embarrassed before fruitlessly hiding the bucket behind her back. The unusually meek display from the eldest Dimitrescu daughter seemed to spark (Y/n) to speak further out of turn, though words did not seem to be coming easily to them as they just continued to say, ‘what’, only getting louder and sounding more confused and utterly flabbergasted with each utterance. Their arms gestured between Bela and the sodden, burnt wood several times before Bela finally groaned and tossed the empty bucket into the nearest corner of her room with a clatter and a dull thud against the carpet.

“That’s enough!” Bela said sternly, causing (Y/n)’s jaw to snap back shut. She stalked over to them and lifted them by their shirt, quickly pushing them back against a wall in such a way that left their feet slightly above the floor as their hands scrambled to hold onto Bela’s.

“You will speak about this to no one!” She hissed, a buzzing sound emitting from her chest.

“My Lady,” (Y/n) wheezed, “I won’t say anything I swear!”

Bela scrutinized them closely before lowering them back down with a shallow nod.

“Good. Now,” she cleared her throat sheepishly before turning back towards her bed, “light the fire.”

(Y/n) didn’t need to be asked twice, scrambling to their knees in front of the fireplace. As they replaced the soggy wood with fresh timber, their mind raced. Why would Lady Bela douse her fire only to demand it be relit? Why would she do such a thing when she was so susceptible to the cold?

Once the fire was blazing once more, they tentatively turned to Bela, watching as she sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her feet. If (Y/n) couldn’t know the motives behind such a play, they were sure to lose their mind. So, they tested their luck and addressed Bela who gave them a warning look.

“Lady Bela, forgive me, but why ever would you douse your fire? Lady Dimitrescu had informed me of how important it is that you and your sisters stay warm when she assigned me this position. And... well, please forgive me if I’m wrong, you seemed to have made a bit of a habit out of it...”

Bela clenched her fists and growled, making (Y/n) jump to their feet.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They said, making a dash to the door only to bump into a wall of Bela’s flies. This had to be it. They should have just kept their mouth shut!

“Stop panicking, little human.” Bela sighed and finished reforming in front of (Y/n). The fire stoker nodded, but their heart still beated ferociously in their chest. Being told to stop panicking by a Dimitrescu was like a great white shark telling a bleeding seal in open water to do the same.

“I’m only going to say this once so listen closely,” Bela averted her eyes for a moment and bit her lip before focusing back in on (Y/n), “you’re beautiful... handsome? Pleasant to look at and very warm and soft, sweet. I can’t very well snuggle up to a fire without being burned so I... stop looking at me like that.”

(Y/n) had a cute little smile on their face that seemed to be growing by the second. Their eyes were bright and alert as they soaked in every word and Bela couldn’t stop the small smirk tugging at her own lips.

“If it’s cuddling you wish for my Lady, you need only ask. I do enjoy the time we’ve been spending together as of late. Well, minus the heart attacks every time I see the fire’s dead.” (Y/n) informed.

“Just please,” they added, “no more fire sabotaging. I hate to see you shiver.”

“Easy enough,” Bela hummed before pulling (Y/n) back to her bed with visible excitement in her eyes, “hurry now, you got here early today so we have extra time!”

Before, Bela had been rather stiff with her demands. It was like (Y/n) was warming a block of ice wary of melting, but now she all but flung herself at (Y/n) with no inhibitions now that her secret was out. She hummed pleasantly and (Y/n) wiggled in her hold while icy fingers trailed beneath their shirt to settle on heated skin. It was shaping up to be a rather eventful winter.