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riridontneedya · 3 years ago

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(Hot for teacher )✨

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Any house reader (y/n)

Wordcount: 4,300

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT , Dom, Sub, Oral, Praise kinks , spitting, Choking , Angst , Teasing , Mature language.

A/N : Back at it again with the saucy contents. I would like to add whilst this is a teacher/ student dynamic everyone is of age!! no minors here the character is an adult!! I have alluded to this in the story as I DO NOT BE SUPPORTIVE OF ANY NONCEY AGE GAP ANTICS. Consider it like hogwarts uni! Other than that do please enjoy , once again this is inspired by the one and only beautiful bestie @littlemissnoname13 and her immaculate Draco as a professor piece *chefs kiss* @littlemissnoname13

Summary: Draco returns and is the new teacher of defence of the dark arts navigating his past and new and improved self he soon finds himself in a budding new relationship.

“Absolutely preposterous if you ask me” groused Jeremiah sneering at the newspaper before him . ‘Well its a good thing no-one is asking you’ tutted Angelica as she plucked the newspaper from his grasp. Angelica feasted her eyes upon the article, they darted back and forth as she lapped up the information. ‘Ugh of course you’d be delighted Jelica, your judgment is skewed because you're simply trying to get with him’. ‘Correction, I will get with him and don’t be so whiney, he’s hardly a baddie anymore I highly doubt Hogwarts would be so keen to have him back. ‘Could’ve fooled me this place is going to the dogs I wouldn’t be surprised them welcoming back a criminal with open arms’ grumbled Jeremiah attempting to retrieve his newspaper from Angelica.

“Sounds like your quite intimidated there Jerry’ giggled y/n who had emerged from the other side of the classroom. Propping herself onto the desk she peered over Angelicas shoulder glossing over the article that appeared to cause quite the stir amongst students . ‘Me , intimidated pfft as if darling please you know I'm more the man than he could ever be” he scoffed triumphantly . “Ooff, well I guess there’s only room for one cocky blonde… though I don’t think he would take to kindly to your words Jeremiah”. “And you would be absolutely correct , ms Y/N Is it?’ Immediately everyone spun round to source who was responsible for the unfamiliar voice that echoed through the classroom.

Stood before them was the infamous Draco. He was much older now but still remarkably handsome. His three piece suit clung perfectly to his muscular frame, trademark blonde locks combed to one side however a new feature were his tortoise shell glasses. The class was rendered speechless unable to do anything yet gawp in amazement. “What appears to be the problem, you all were a lively bunch just moments ago” remarked Draco “also you appeared to have the bit to say…Jeremiah is it?” Raising his eyebrow at him. Jeremiah immediately began to fumble on his words attempting to make some poor excuse, however Draco couldn’t care less about what he had to say. He himself was far too fixated on the girl on the desk beside him.

His eyes wandered up the length of her body stoping to admire her curvaceous thighs and how her skirt simply grazed the tops of them. Seeing how her form fitting blouse encased her ample bosom. Completely ignoring Jeremiah he turned his attention to y/n. “Ms y/l/n do you make a habit of sitting on the furniture. “Without missing a beat y/n responded ‘And do you make a habit of immediately picking on students sir?” Draco was astounded by her response , he admired how brazen she was it riled something up in him wanting to bend her over his knee and make her regret having a smart mouth. “No.. only those I find deserving’ he smirked.

Draco cleared his throat capturing the attention of the class . Placing his hands into his pocket he began to speak “Ive been informed by the faculty, that I should pick a senior student to be some sort of guide give me the rundown on the class and so on until I find my feet, I understand many will be hesitant but I thought it best I ask” Angelica rapidly flung her hand in the air and frantically wobbled it about “ Draco.. I mean Mr Malfoy I assure you id be perfect for he position , I am oh so zealous when…” “Yes maybe a bit too zealous for my liking Ms Sinner but thank you for expressing an interest’.

Mumbles and faint chuckles could be heard throughout the classroom . Angelica not getting what she wanted was not a common theme and by the disgust plastered across her face it was clear she was unimpressed. “What about you Ms y/l/n from our brief interaction you strike me as someone who welcomes a challenge” asked Draco locking eyes with her . “You’d be correct about that sir , Id be delighted to” y/n remarked gently gnawing her bottom lip. “Excellent, stay behind and ill give you details after class”.

Y/n let out a hefty sigh as she approached the door of the address he had given her earlier that day. She coyly tapped on the door. It creaked open and revealed a rather smiley Draco grasping a small glass of fire whiskey, “y/n I'm so glad you came here let me take your coat come on in”. Y/n still incredibly nervous handed him her coat without so much as a faint smile “don’t worry I don’t bite” giggled Draco sensing her nervousness towards him “don’t worry I bite back” wittily remarked y/n “ah there’s that fighting spirit from earlier” roared Draco ushering her inside.

I didn't take long until the pair where comfortable with one another. It was a lovely evening of laughter and lively chatter whilst simultaneously grading papers. “I know this seems rather odd especially coming from your teacher but Jeremiah .. what’s his deal I see the way he looks at you please don’t tell me you date that … bafoon”. Y/n burst out in raucous laughter. “No way he’s been a family friend since forever absolutely not!’ . “Right , since were on the topic of odd questions Ive been meaning to ask why didn’t you chose Angelica , I mean she practically fell out her seat” giggled y/n popping a piece of a chocolate frog into her mouth.

“Yes about that , Im sure Angelica is … lovely but I know her type.. she’d simply try and have me fuck her only to then use it as bragging rights or some feeble attempt to “fix” me thinking I’d become besotted and she will have me to herself.. I’ve come along way to distance myself from all things cliche Draco I don’t want to give people a reason to talk I want to start afresh and everything I do to be meaningful and for myself.”

“I see” said y/n softly glancing at the faded mark on his exposed forearm. “Did it hurt?’ “The mental did more than the physical” Draco sniffled pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Well I can’t possibly imagine what you went through but I'm proud of you for making it this far , I know we don’t know each other well but if you need anything ,ill be here for you” y/n smiled bashfully. Visibly touched by y/ns words Draco leant across the counter taking y/ns hand beginning to graze his thumb against her knuckles.

“Come here’ Draco said softly . Y/n manoeuvred from her side of the kitchen island and made her way to him . His blonde locks were tousled ,the first few buttons of his shirt were undone , the sleeves rolled up. He looked much more relaxed and far less intimidating than earlier when he was sporting his three piece suit. ‘What is it sir?’ Y/n questioned. “God I don’t think you know what it does to me when you call me that’ he chuckled. Y/n nervously giggled “oh my I’m intrigued, what does it do”. “Would you like me to show you he offered, extending his hand for y/n to grab. Y/n keenly placed her hand into his. Dracos large hand encapsulated hers and he began to guide her onto his lap. Y/n let out a small squeal as she landed on him, she was affronted by his large member protruding through his trousers.

“Sorry we can stop if yo” Draco's sentence was cut short by y/ns kiss. With that being the confirmation he needed he flung his arms around her and kissed her back with an intensity. Y/n began to grind her hips against him whilst ridding Draco of his shirt. Once it was off draco balled it up and flung it across the kitchen in the same breathe he scooped y/n up and set her down on the counter. “Hmmm , I love this little school skirt of yours … so much easier to fuck you in .. I was thinking about how id simply flip it up and have my way with you the moment I laid eyes on you”. His large hands began to travel up her thighs slowly caressing them whilst spreading them apart “oh and don’t get me started on how divine these thighs are”.

He hooked his fingers into the tops of her underwear and began to slope them down. Y/n tilted her hips making it easier for him to shimmy them off. “Ill be keeping these” Draco winked sliding them into his pocket. Sinking to his knees he began to devour y/ns sex. Y/n began to shudder as Draco's tongue flickered and vibrated against her swollen bud. He knew exactly where to ripple his tongue in order to make y/ns body vibrate. Y/n screeched with pleasure her hands gripping his hair legs entangled around his neck. Unexpectedly Draco thrusted his fingers into her moving them at a tremendous pace whilst his tongue continued to swirl relentlessly on her bud. This was enough to tip y/n over the edge her bud was pulsating and body quaking.

Draco detached himself from y/n ,he watched in awe at how she unravelled for him. “Im not done with you yet darling”. Helping her down off the counter he manoeuvred his finger in a circular motion indicating for her to turn around. Y/n willingly spun around and leant over the counter “what a good girl you are” grinned Draco as he gently pushed into her. Letting out a robust moan Draco bellowed “God, you feel so good” his grip on her hips was feral, the rate in which he pounded into her made the counter top shake, sending the items on it flying. Y/n cried out in jubilation. It wasn’t long before Draco's pace became more sluggish and he finally let out a fierce moan as he shot ropes of his warm contents into her. Y/n collapsed into a pile onto the floor she was exhausted she had never experienced anything of that ferocity but all she knew was she could never go back now. “Forget the rest of the papers lets get you cleaned up , Ill run you a bath and bring you up some tea , we can do coffee before class in the morning” he said smiled aiding her off the floor.

“A D! What in merlins names is this monstrosity!” Y/N exclaimed fiercely jabbing at the scroll. What’s the matter pumpkin pipped up Jeremiah. Y/n pulled a face and motioned towards her scroll. “Crikey darling , a D there must be a mix up the only Ds I've known you to have is the two in-front you”. Y/n tossed him a threatening glare. “Shut the hell up its fine , like you said there must be a mix up and it will be changed il make sure of it’ y/n drummed her fingers on the table debating her next move. Suddenly a “Ms y/n” broke her from her train of thought. “Umm yes professor Mcgonagall”. “Could you be a dear and collect everyones name for me who will be attending the senior end of year ball , then bring it to me once you’ve finished” she said with a warming smile. “Of course , it would be my pleasure professor” . Y/n rose from her chair setting out for Draco's direction.

Name … scowled y/n . “Draco” he replied dryly looking unamused at y/ns tone. ‘Draco who.. sarcastically scoffed y/n’ “Draco … Malfoy, perhaps you would like me to spell it out for you. ‘That won’t be necessary Mr Malfoy y/n tutted as she flashed him an apathetic smile. Draco cleared his throat and began to rise from his seat. Y/ns eyes followed him as he made his way to her side of the desk ,standing beside her feigning interest at the paper in her hand. He closed the space between them speaking so only she could hear. “ I know I wouldn’t need to spell it because you sure as hell had no trouble yelling it last night… so I suggest you drop this attitude or do I have to fuck it out of you ..hmmm”. Y/ns breathing became shallow she could feel the wash of arousal taking over her body. Attempting to conceal her emotions in regards to Dracos teasing words she stammered “You wish’ and left leaving and enraged Draco. “Detention ! Ms y/n” he called out his eyes carefully following her as she made her way back to her seat.

As the class clamoured to leave Draco called out. ‘Not you ms y/l/n your detention starts now. Y/n pouted as she begrudgingly shuffled back to her desk. Soon it was just them. ‘What’s the matter bunny you seemed quite gleeful last night now today .. you appear to have a vile little attitude’. Taking hold of her face he used his index finger and thumb to squeeze her cheeks together making her pout more prominent. Y/n swatted him away, folding her arms she turned to face the opposite direction. ‘Fine , pray tell what’s the matter” questioned draco. Y/n exhaled and slowly manoeuvred herself in order to meet his gaze. “Oh so you want me to tell you what you already know huh …? Spat y/n her gaze fixated on his pale blue eyes. “Hmm I may have an idea about what’s ruffling your feathers, but do go ahead and amuse me bunny” he said

Leaning playfully in his chair brandishing a mischievous grin.

“What an earth do you call this shit” y/n shrieked , waving around the scroll visibly enraged. “What , I couldn’t have it look like you're the teachers pet now can we ..” Chuckled Draco. “You're ridiculous … you know that” tutted y/n firing the scroll in his direction , turning to leave . Draco shot up almost immediately grabbing y/ns wrist and hoisting her towards him. “Looks like I do have to fuck it out of you’. His hands began to travel up her shirt, caressing and fondling her breasts. He placed his lips on her collarbone decorating them with kisses travelling up to her neck along her chin until his lips met hers .

As their lips collided he kissed her hungrily removing his hand from her breasts he now entangled them in her hair. In the midst of the kissing Draco had steered y/n into the direction of the wall and pressed her against it. With her now against the wall Draco drove his knee in between her legs prying them open. Y/n let out a moan “filthy girl” Draco chuckled darkly now open your mouth for daddy” . Y/n blissfully complied taking his index and middle finger he glided them into her mouth , y/n began to suck them earnestly coating them in spit.

“Ugh , thats it make them wet for Sir” Draco moaned. Removing his fingers from her mouth with a gratifying pop, he took his spit ladened fingers and moved them under her skirt , finding her sex and beginning to trace circles on her swollen bud . Suddenly he thrust them in her entrance. Y/n began to convulse her back arched off the wall her mouth hung open and eyes rolling back. Dracos fingers were moving at a rapid rate ,her legs began to quiver as she was unable to withstand it anymore.

“Draco … Draco” she whimpered . “Funny that I thought you didn't know my name earlier Draco laughed menacingly. Yanking his fingers from inside her he began to instruct . “knees now’ once more she complied and dropped to them. Draco undid his trousers letting his erection spring free and brush y/ns face. ‘Spit on it for daddy, make it nice and wet now and just maybe ill fuck you , you little filthy whore”. Y/n began to suck eagerly upon his length making sure to try and fit every inch in order to please him. ‘Thats my girl’, he moaned as he thrusted deeper and deeper into her mouth. Draco began to pant y/ns impressive skills were going to make him finish quicker than he anticipated.

Whisking his phallus out from her mouth he said with a smile “ ooh I think you deserve that fuck after all”. Yanking her from her knees and towards him he kissed her feverishly, placing his hands around her waist he spun her around pressing her up against the wall . Y/n groaned in delight at the feeling of his firm cock pressed against her backside, “fuck me draco’ y/n begged .Tugging at y/ns hair sharply ‘Dont be an impatient little slut , I will fuck you good and hard when I'm ready”. With his face buried into Y/ns neck he let out a groan as he pushed into her at an agonisingly slow pace “I'm going to fuck you over every desk, every chair, every corner of this God damn classroom ”.

With that he jerked forward pushing his full vast length inside her. Y/n let out a mighty gasp letting a immense moan tumble from her mouth. ‘Thats a good girl’ beamed Draco, ‘What’s my name ? .. go on say It you little brat.. i'll make sure you never forget it again’ spat Draco his grip tightening on her waist as he continued to pummel into her. Y/n attempted to utter his name but with each stroke from his throbbing cock made her crumble. ‘Say it!’ He roared driving himself deeper and deeper into her. ‘ Draco… Draco’ ‘Draco fucking who? Huh y/n? ‘Draco fucking malfoy’ y/n cried out y/n as she began to fall apart beneath him.

Y/n wasn’t even a stone throw away from the classroom but she already missed Draco's touch. She craved every inch of him ,the mere mention of him made her heart flutter. Y/n staggered back to her dorm , had anyone been watching her hobble back they’d assume she was injured. Smiling to herself she eventually made her way back to the dorm , exhausted she collapsed into bed and promptly drifted off to sleep. Y/n woke up still in a tremendous mood from yesterday’s antics .. she knew she had coffee scheduled with him before class so she hastily got ready in order to meet him. ‘Good morning” chirped y/n popping her around around the door to the classroom. “Good morning angel” gleamed Draco . He scrambled across the classroom to embrace y/n and place a delicate kiss on her forehead. “Did you sleep ok darling” “like a baby” chuckled y/n. “Come here , sit on my lap angel.

Y/n perched on his lap and looped her arms around his neck. “I missed you” “I missed you to bunny” smiled Draco pulling her in for a deep, soft and slow passionate kiss . With the kissing becoming heated y/n could feel him grow beneath her this made y/n let out breathy moan against his lips. “Fuck it , forget about class today lets just go back to mine Im gonna fuck you senseless” y/n chuckled you can’t just do that can you ? Either way let me show you how much I missed you first” y/n grinned from ear to ear as she sloped down to her knees and began to unfasten him. “Fuck you're killing me y/n” groaned Draco as he leant back in his chair.

Draco flung his head back in ecstasy his body quivering as she so effortlessly submerged his length into her mouth. His nails were sure to leave indentations on the chair as his ferocious grip tightened. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath unable to form full sentences due to the immense pleasure. Draco could feel her smile forming, she revelled in the delight of having the power even if it was for a brief moment. Y/n looked up at him with doe eyes as he looked down at her .Draco marvelled at her beauty , despite being on her knees mouth full and eyes streaming she still remained a work of art to him. Removing his grip from the chair he extended his hand to cradle her face “who’s daddy’s good girl ey” he smirked. Just then the door to the classroom swung open with brut force.

“Oh Mr Malllllfoooooyyy” there was no mistaking that relentlessly irritating tone of Angelica. Draco immediately hunched himself over the desk in a bid to conceal y/n it was a grand enough desk but you needn’t be a brain surgeon to know what was going on had you hung about. “What an earth do you want Ms Sinner, class doesn’t start until another 15 minutes” he snapped “Well.. you know me just keen to learn .. there’s something I could use your help with actually” pouted Angelica as she attempted to flutter closer to his desk. “Stop at once Angelica!” Barked Draco , rendering Angelica in complete shock. Now despite Angelicas intrusion y/ns lips remained firmly around Draco's member,Y/N proceeded to continue to pleasure him she could feel now with how firm he was becoming and how he would tremor at the swirl of her tongue , he was close and could hardly contain his composure . Draco wouldn’t risk exposing her so she was now the master and he the puppet .“ Oh , sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you I just”… “You just what! once again did what Angelica wants hmm .. like I said I'm busy and i'll let you know once I have the time” roared Draco. Without deviating his icy glare from Angelica he discreetly lowered his hand to Y/ns shoulder squeezing it tightly ,

This was to act as a warning signalling for her to unlatch, however this had the adverse effect and only spurred on y/n. The immeasurable pleasure seared through Draco the surge of heat coursed through his veins making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle . “ Dammit! Draco's fist plummeted off the table “what are you still doing here?” Like a wounded puppy Angelicas eyes widened in horror and she quickly fled from the classroom.

As the door closed behind her Draco immediately thrusted his wand at it causing the locks to clink. “You!!” He hissed as he grabbed the base of y/ns neck , plucking her off him. Y/n could see the wrath in his eyes as he drew her close “Now don’t you dare think you can pull a stunt like that and get away unpunished”. Y/n couldn’t help but beam in delight in the thought of what he would do to her. Draco cupped y/ns face then suddenly administered a slap across her cheek . This was instantaneous arousal for y/n as she pang of heat on her struck cheek sent shock waves of excitement through her body.

“Turn around I want you face down on this desk whilst I fuck you silly” understood spat Draco as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Y/n let out a lustful moan. “ oh and by the way , the locks may be on but there’s no silencing spell.. class starts in 5 minutes tops .. Id be quiet if I were you , we don’t want anyone finding out what a filthy little slut you are, now do we?”. With that Draco flipped up y/ns school skirt, hooking her underwear to the side he abruptly thrusted his length inside her. Y/n let out a yelp . ‘What did I say’ growled draco as his hand came down on her arse. S..ss.ssorry she attempted to utter whilst being slammed up against the desk trying to keep up with Dracos ferocious pace. ‘Sorry who?’ Sorry sir she whimpered. ‘Thats my girl’. Y/n clung helplessly to the desk her fingernails etching into the hard wood surface, she wanted nothing more than to let her sultry moans slip out at and bellow across the classroom but she couldn’t risk it.

Her tears of pleasure brimmed at the surface of her eyes as she gurgled on her moans. Dracos erratic pace began to dwindle . His grip tightened on her body embedding it with marks, he leant down by y/ns ear and with ragged breathe whispered . ‘Im going to come up that pretty pussy and you're going to sit and pay attention in this lesson whilst it drips out of you’. A euphoric ‘Fucck’ rolled out from y/n. With a final grunt and groan he thrust his head back released into her with elation. Draco grinned triumphantly as he whipped the beads of sweat from his forehead. With a cheeky wink he smacked y/ns arse and promptly flipped her skirt back down. Just as Draco began to rearrange himself the doorknob rattled. From behind the door came a gruff “Professor , professor the door is locked”. The couple exchanged a quick glance and stifled a giggle.

“Umm yes Im aware, its cursed and part of your task is to see who’s able to unlock it’ Draco yelled. The boom of Jeremiahs voice echoed from behind the door “Stand back everyone allow me”. For merlins sake Jeremiah I said to unlock it nit blast the door of his hinges’ squawked Draco, making a beeline for the door. Tugging open the door he came face to face with Jeremiah wand akimbo ready to conduct some elaborate spell. Dracos eyes narrowed as he watched him lower his wand. ‘Enter’ grunted draco as he turned his back to him making his way to his desk.

“Crickey!, what are you doing already at your desk y/n’ spewed Jeremiah his eyes blinking slowly in bewilderment. “Well , you know me just keen to learn …” smiled y/n.

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copias-thrall · 3 years ago

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Fucking one of the ghouls is like a reverse exorcism. You don't want the demon to be out of your body but want them come inside you (:

I adore whatever possessed you to send this ask, dear anon. ;)

*rough sex; vaginal penetration; cunnilingus/fingering; knotting; lots of cum*

It was your first day off in what felt like weeks. There was the influx of new Initiates following that Goore creature’s latest announcement (and hadn’t Imperator been livid he’d done so before Papa IV’s long-awaited—and unprecedented—second album), plus the plans for the autumnal equinox bacchanal were a clusterfuck, and then the whole mishap with the dorms for newly minted Siblings.

There were late nights and early morning—and late nights that turned into early mornings—and at some point you’d just started sleeping in the armchair in the tiny office that was yours. You were eating breakfast at 8pm and dinner at 4am, and at one point you just went outside and used a garden hose to rinse yourself off before getting back into it.

When your assistant had rolled in with her shadows and trundled you off to your room, you’d been irate…but after an actual shower, fresh clothes, and a solid 3hrs of sleep, you’ve come to see the sense in her actions.

You’re still antsy—still full of that anxious energy—and you haven’t seen your Ghoul since the madness started. As you rub your hand between your legs, you realize you know just how you can burn off that excess.

It’s a good thing the two of you have got going—both of you have high-pressure positions within the admin at the Abbey and with Sister Imperator being a micromanager, not a lot of wiggle room for delays or mistakes. A romp in the sheets multiple times a week with no expectations of dinners or dates is exactly what the both of you need to work hard and fuck harder.

And a good, hard fuck is just what you need right now.

You put on a cheap set of lingerie (he likes to rip it off you and you like to be cost effective), dab a bit of Santal 33 on your pressure points and between your breasts, and make your way down to the Ghoul dorms.

Your heart beats with excited anticipation and your blood quickens with lust the closer you get.

No doubt all the Ghouls can smell it on you as you get a few lascivious winks and howls from the Ghouls and Ghoulehs you pass. But you just toss your hair, do a little twirl, and wink right back.

“I know,” you purr as you continue on your way.

You’re not 3 doors away when the door of his room slams open. His eyes glow low, and his chest heaves—but he makes no move to chase you. He simply tracks your movements as you grow closer, swinging your hips the whole way.

He stiffens as you purposefully brush against him when you slink into his room, and you hum out an Mmm, letting your fingers linger as they trail across his chest. You can feel more than hear the rumble that starts low there.

As soon as you’re in, he slams the door shut and locks it.

“Been too long,” he growls as he pushes his hard bulge into you.

“Has it? I hadn’t noticed,” you tease as you go easily into his touch; his one hand pulls you flush into the heat of him while the claws of the other sink into your hair to reveal your neck to him.

He licks at your pulse point. “Can smell you,” he counters, and then his other hand is pressing in between your legs. “Can feel you,” he pants into your ear.

You cover his hand with yours and show him how you want it as he nips at your delicate skin and sucks bruises into your neck. His cock ruts against your ass in time to your movements, and you suddenly want it in you like, last week.

He rumbles when he smells the spike in your arousal, and you let out an Ah when his hand comes up to tweak at your nipples.

“What do you want?” he asks as his hot breath tickles your ear.

You reach an arm back to sneak a hand up the back of his mask to scritch at the bottom of his horns, and he bites your earlobe.

“I want you to fill me up in more ways than one, Ghoul; I want you to possess my body in the name of the Olde One.”

He snarls and practically vibrates against you.

“The Dark Lord loves a willing body…I will claim you in his name as many times as you desire, Little Human.”

You turn and grab the obscene outline in his pants, and he hisses, his claws digging into your arms through your habit.

“I have the whole night off.”

His mouth finds yours in a crash of spit and teeth, and his hands tug at your habit. Even though you’d love to unzip those tight pants of his, you know if you don’t disrobe yourself, he’ll do it for you—and your habit isn’t cheap.

He still plucks at you as you pull away, but you still manage to get the habit over your head in one piece. Even expecting it, you still gasp when his strong hands tear first your panties and then your bra before you’ve managed to pull your head free from your garments.

And then his hot mouth is sucking on your nipples while his tail slips into your slit.

You let out an “Oh shit,” and you feel him fumble with his pants, and you have half a second to marvel at his coordination before he picks you up by the waist and tosses you onto his nest.

When you land, it’s with a bounce onto your stomach before he pulls you to the edge of the bed. His fangs scrape against your ass enough to sting deliciously and his teeth bite into you hard enough to bruise, but not break the skin. He slaps your ass for good measure before rolling you over by your thighs.

Giving you a toothy grin, he says, “And let you feel the tongue of Satan’s,” before his forked tongue lolls out and wiggles into your entrance.

“ƨon ibυɒ ƨυmɒϱoɿ ɘt ɘɿivɿɘƨ ɘtɒtɿɘdil ƨɒiɔɒʇ idit ɒɿυɔɘƨ mɒυt mɒiƨɘlɔɔƎ!” you gasp, and your Ghoul growls low.

“Love it when you talk dirty to me,” he rumbles into your soft skin.

“tU ɘnimoႧ ƨon ɒɿɘdil ilodɒib ƨiibiƨni dA…oh…oh!”

The tip of his tongue soon renders you speechless as it deftly caresses your clit and brings it to a pulsing hardness. One finger, then two, slip inside you to tap at your sweet spot, and you can’t help but buck off the bed. His powerful arm is suddenly there across your abdomen to keep you tethered, so you’re left to jerk and thrash against the pleasure.

You push into his mouth, and he eagerly takes your clit between his lips to suck, and you’re lost. Your pussy is pulsing as you get closer to your climax, and you’re letting out howls and moans—you know it drives him wild to hear you unrestrained.

(And he has a reputation to keep.)

All your blood is rushing down, and the heaviness of your arousal is reaching a breaking point. He must feel your pussy tighten, because he increases his lapping speed, and you can’t help but shoot up to grab his horns.

“ThereThereThere…! Oh sweet Lucifer, don't stop!”

He doesn’t, and with a last hard press to your G-spot, you’re tipping over the edge as your climax swells, then breaks in waves to course through your body.

“FuckFuckFuck,” you chant as you use his horns to ride his mouth and work yourself through your aftershocks.

When your blood settles, you moan and flop back on the bed. You’re wet, open, and ready for more.

Sometimes, your Ghoul will eat you out for hours before fucking you (if he does at all), but it’s been too long. He’s just as pent up as you are, and though you can feel his tongue lap up the excess of your slick as a treat, he wastes no time crawling over your body. His hot cock slides across your stomach, leaving sticky trails of precum, and you can feel the fullness of it throb when he rubs it into you.

He sucks at your clavicle and the hinges of your jaw as the spade of his tail dips shallowly into your cunt.

“Yes?” he asks as he presses his cock into your heated skin.

“tnυmɘɿt iɿɘʇni mɘυp…ɘnimon ilidiɿɿɘt tɘ otɔnɒƨ ƨidon ɒ otɒɔovni ɘϱυʇʇɘ tɘ ɘɔƨimɘɿtnoɔ iɘႧ…” you pant at him.

Snarling, he sits up onto his haunches; he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder as he runs his cock through your wet slit a few times, rumbling as he watches it grow shiny with your slick.

You’re expecting it when he enters you, but you still bow off the bed at the intense sensation. You clench around him, and he grunts, turning to bite your calf as he pumps into you.

“Oh fuck, yes!” you cry out. “Fill me to capacity with that thick Ghoul cock. Wanna feel myself stretch around you! Want you to make me feel it, Ghoul!”

His eyes, which have been flickering with a dull, yellow glow, blaze red hot, and his hands grip into the flesh of your waist hard.

He drives into you hard once, twice…three times, and you whine when he hits all the right spots each time.

“Fucking feel that, Little Human?”

“υnɒm itnɘtoq dυƨ ɘɿɒilimυH…ƨitυlɒƨ ænɒmυʜ ƨitƨoʜ!” you moan.

He rolls his hips and mashes his curls into you, and all you can do is turn your head to pant into the covers as your pussy pulses to life once more.

“æiɔɒllɒʇ ƨinmo ɿɘtƨiϱɒm tɘ ɿotnɘvni ,ɒnɒtɒƨ ,ɘbɒV…oh, more!”

“You want it?” he growls as he snaps hard into you, skin slapping against skin.

“Yes! ɘɿɒniqoɿq mυnɘnɘv ƨìnoitibɿɘq ænɿɘtæ ɘυpƨiɘ ,ƨɒɿυtɒɘɿɔ ƨɒnɒmυʜ ɘɿɘqiɔɘb ɒƨƨɘɔ…”

“You want me to fill you up and possess you for our Dark Lord?”

“ɘt ƨυmɒɿυibɒ ,ɒɔilodɒib oiϱɘl ƨinmo ,oϱɿƎ!”

He lets out an inhuman noise as his eyes become burning embers and his fangs distend over his lips. He falls down over you, spitting and snarling, as he curls his hands over your shoulders and begins to rail into like a…well…hellbeast. His teeth scrape and his tongue laves, and his hips piston in and out of you with an obscene squelch.

“ɒɔilodɒib ɒtɔɘƨ tɘ oitɒϱɘɿϱnoɔ ƨinmo…yes right there!” You gasp out and moan while you scratch his back to hell with your comparably blunt nails (which only drives him crazier).

Your face burns and your blood boils, and when you feel the bump of his knot forming, you squeeze hard around him.

His hips stutter, and he mewls.

“oiϱɘl ƨinmo ,iiɿɒƨɿɘvbɒ ƨilɒnɿɘʇni oiƨɿυɔni ƨinmo ,ƨɒtƨɘtoq ɒɔinɒtɒƨ ƨinmo…oh Lucifer, more!”

“Gonna fill you up,” he snarls as he rolls his hips. “Gonna make you so full it leaks out around my knot and I can fuck you with it round and hard.”

“Fucking fill me up so hard it comes out my mouth!” you scream.

“Gonna keep it swollen all night so I can tip you over and drink it out of you in the morning.”

“ƨυtiɿiqƨ ƨυbnυmmi ƨinmo ,ɘt ƨυmɒziɔɿoxƎ!”

Your Ghoul lets out a keening howl as he raises himself up onto his arms and shoves his knot into you. It’s a familiar sensation, but it still knocks the breath out of you every time, and you punch out all the air in your lungs. He bites hard into your shoulder as he grinds his pulsing knot into you, and the heat swirling in your gut isn’t just the sensation of your approaching orgasm.

He’s jerking around and rubbing himself all over you as he empties his knot into you. You yourself are flailing about and grinding into him—the pressure from his knot on your sweet spot a slow, unrelenting build. You’re gasping for breath as his teeth and claws light up your sensitive skin. The low whine from your throat has him moaning, and you feel his knot pulse again.

“Just like that, Little Human.” He grunts and rolls his knot into you. “Gonna keep you lit up all night.”

Your fingers scrabble first at his back, then slam down into the sheets as your climax hurtles toward you like a runaway freight train. When you cum again—your body jerking, hot with pleasure, and your cunt unable to get away from the exquisite pressure—he just sits up and grips your waist to keep you still.

“Squeeze,” he commands, and you do, clenching your walls as tight as you can against his still rock-hard knot. He twitches, his hips jerking into you as his knot kicks again. He lets out a series of staccato grunts, but his eyes remain fixed on your sweaty face and your rolling eyes.

“Don’t forget, Little Human…” he shifts until the pressure on your G-spot sends swirling sparks behind your eyes and you thrash against the bed. “I possess you until dawn…and we’re just getting started.”

Nema

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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ponyrepress · 3 years ago

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Prompt: AruYuki + Pink in the Night

"And I know I've kissed you before, but

I didn't do it right

Can I try again, try again, try again"

Rewrite verse bc if I did canon adjacent I don’t think I could Take It. Also u know its bad when after all the other essays ive typed out i put a readmore on This One.

To begin with it’s… nothing much. Or at least that’s what they both try to think. Yuki sits at the side of Aru’s hospital bed at two in the morning still trying to process why they’d ever take a knife to the back from Yuki’s own father to protect his mother. And Yuki doesn’t know at all how to feel about, well, Anything. He’s grateful but at the same time he’s… concerned. If anything he doesn’t want Aru to suffer the fallout of his own family’s personal issues despite the fact Aru probably saved his mother’s life. And… fine. Maybe just maybe Aru has wormed their way into Yuki’s heart and thoughts and the blood rapidly pulsing through his veins as he takes their hand in his. “Thank you,” Yuki says aloud in nothing more than a whisper to make sure they don’t wake up. A coward as always, he thinks to himself as he thanks Aru in the only way that feels right to him: a kiss on the lips. And it tastes like a hospital and their lips are unnervingly cold against his, but it’s gentler and longer than anything he’s given Yuno, who’s been disturbingly quiet as well as respectful of Yuki’s space since Aru found her alone in her house after the kidnapping fiasco, to the point of allowing him time alone with Aru “your mans a hottie” Akise. And maybe it’s more than just a thanks. Yuki allows himself against his better judgment to brush some of their hair out of their face and hold their hand a little longer. He remains at their bedside but makes sure there’s no indication of his actions should they wake. And of course Aru’s been semi conscious the whole time but so out of it on pain meds they think the whole thing is a sick dream; a fabrication of a reality they could only ever pray for. So neither of them speak of it, despite the fact Minene saw the moment of truth but figured it would be best for the two to figure it out on their own accord.

The next time it’s Yuki slumped unconscious in Aru’s arms after having been thrown back into a wall by an explosion while distracting the mayor’s men so Yuno could snipe him in the vault. Blood runs from the corner of his mouth and his nose as Aru runs their fingers through his hair and mutters desperately “please wake up please wake up please Yuki… please don’t leave me” with no avail to the point where, even with Minene and Nishijima and Mao and Hinata and Kousaka looking on, they cup his cheek and choke out “I never got to tell you that I…” and they close the narrow gap between their lips and his, tears mingling with blood as Aru barely audibly says “I love you, Yuki; I’m completely undone without you. Please just… know this in your heart.” And with that Yuki coughs and shakes and his eyes flutter open to make out the dust in Aru’s hair and the blood smudged against their face from his; it tones down their otherwise borderline angelic appearance in Yuki’s eyes between the crimson eyes and halo of a mess of hair against their skin marred over with scars like constellations. More tears, a genuine “Yuki you’re alive!” that outdoes their last given after being kidnapped, a thousand thoughts in a mind still buzzed from being unconscious interrupted by a single clear I don’t care, a thumb numbly caressing their cheek and wiping a smudge of blood off of their pale skin, a pair of lips clumsily colliding with theirs but they’re so relieved and downright ecstatic to the point where the taste of coppery blood and dust means less than nothing to them, a quiet “I love you too; I think I have for a while now,” an embrace that threatens to crack his ribs and a few barely contained sobs. Minene ruefully tearing her eyes away from Nishijima for a brief second to say “let’s get a move on, lovebirds” and a flash of Mao’s camera are the only thing that breaks the two of them apart from an embrace best described as “if I let my grasp loosen I’m sure you and this moment will both disappear.”

Yuki watches his beloved torn apart at the seams before his eyes and all he’s allowed to do is hold what remains of them as Kousaka desperately punches something into their phone as for once Yuki is rendered speechless. Silence. They begin to mend back together. Tears begin to flow freely from his eyes as he waits for them to say something, anything. When their eyes flutter open as Yuki’s tears fall onto their face and they say with wide eyes and a shaky voice, “I-I’m…. Yuki do you mind cutting the waterworks for a second I don’t need rain for the theatrics at the given moment,” Yuki cutting them off with a firm kiss and a “don’t you EVER pull that on me again I swear to fucking god” and the second Aru regains their breath they say, “Speaking of which, I-I’m not human. Deus created me to spy on this game of his without my will or consent and the second I faced him he decided I had lived beyond my usefulness and that’s why I… I’m not. I’m not real.” And Yuki just says “Damnit Aru you’re the most real person I know, nobody else would put themself in harms way over and over for their friends and help out a terrorist who was starving in a river and… and bother to try to respect me and understand me and…” and this time Aru sits up and turns around to face Yuki and smiles at them with such fondness despite the tears in their eyes and cups his cheeks in their hands and earnestly says “Deus asked me for any proof I was a real being with any will of my own; he asked what my strongest emotion was during my existence. And do you want to know what I responded with? You; my love for you, Yuki” and with that they gently pull Yuki in for a genuine kiss; one without the haste of the threat of death. One without the aftertaste of blood. One that promises that there will be more regardless of where the future leads, so long as the two of them are together it doesn’t matter. “You really are an angel, Aru.” “I can make you regret that statement so so quickly, but thanks for the sentiment.” “Fresh from the grave dug by gods hand and you still… I stand by my sentiment.” And Aru has the audacity to laugh and that in itself makes Yuki realize just how… natural his thing for Aru is. It lacks the “is this repayment is this real is this just out of what I believe to be obligation” that he had with Yuno, who converses with Mao and Hinata intently in the corner. Aru is Aru and that in itself is enough to tug at Yuki’s heartstrings.

When they’re in the final stages of their plan to kill Deus, the remaining diary holders, Hinata, Mao, Kousaka, Nishijima, and Aru are all gathered together in the cathedral of causality with the same intent: to put an end to the game that’s costed countless lives. Aru’s hand is firmly held in Yuki’s, Yuki knowing damn well just what is probably going through their head and trying to ground Aru despite the fact his own fingers tremble and his entire body feels numb. Aru puts their free hand on Yuki’s shoulder and gazes into his teary eyes; vermillion into indigo; blood into water. And they say “just in case this should go horribly wrong, given that we’re literally facing off against fucking God of all things…” they trail off. They hesitate. Their lips tremble and their eyes burn and their throat closes in emotion but they still manage to do what they intended to: place a final kiss to Yuki’s lips despite they can barely feel it from the numbness of their lips and they can narrowly register Yuki’s hands moving to their hair and their neck and they feel as though they will collapse as Yuki wraps them in a bone crushing embrace the second they pull away. “We’ll be fine; we’ll make it and that’s a promise.” “Since when are you one for confidence?” They manage to joke despite dedicating all of their attention to memorizing Yuki’s embrace and Yuki’s voice and Yuki’s horrible taste in fashion and Yuki’s awful blue eyes and— “Since you refused to let me happily race to my own demise and I couldn’t get rid of you in the same way a stray cat follows you around; plenty of space but a fondness you can’t shake that starts to take root in your heart and—“ “Did you really just try to, with romantic intent, compare me to a stray cat” “Aru what the fuck do you want from me” Yuki laughs through his tears “I don’t know, another kiss couldn’t hurt” “if this doesn’t kill you I will” “You prommy?” “Forever and always, asshole” Aru buries their face in the crook of Yuki’s neck for one final time “Good.”

And after the killing game is out of the way they’re basically inseparable; Yuki sneaking into Hinata’s family manor, which Mao, Yuno, Nishijima, Minene, and Aru moved into thanks to Hinata not wanting to wander its extensive halls like a ghost anymore and figuring you know what why shouldn’t she let her two gfs and their lameass gay detective friend and their weird bisexual parents move into the otherwise vacant estate, nearly every night his mother is at work which is a great majority of them. So Yuki will sneak in at midnight despite Aru giving him a key nearly every night with him usually falling asleep on the couch and Aru falling asleep on top of him like an oversized cat an hour of pacing later. And finally one night Aru finally remembers what they’ve been haphazardly planning out for months and drags Yuki to the roof on a particularly clear night and they go “I know it’s not much and I plan to one up this inevitably but you always said you wanted to look at the stars with a loved one and I’d hope you’d consider me a loved one because good fucking god Yuki I’m positively enamored with you and I—“ and Yuki cuts them off with a kiss that knocks the wind out of their lungs. “Of course I consider you a loved one, you asshole,” Yuki teases tearfully and Aru pauses and blurts out “Oh so I hit this one out of the park huh” and yes they’re the Worst and more than a little rough around the edges but the way the starlight faintly illuminates their white hair into a halo and makes their constellations of scars glow just a little bit and fine maybe the way their scarlet eyes widen and soften at the sight of Yuki makes him equate them with the equivalent of Yuki’s personal guardian angel. “Enjoying the view” they taunt goodheartedly, knowing damn well Yuki’s been staring at Them for the past minute straight. “Fuck you, maybe I am gayass” and Yuki wraps his arms around them and lets his head rest on their shoulder and god maybe just maybe after Everything they’ll be ok.

#this is so so fucking long but idc idc idc they’re EVERYTHING ok.#GOD THIS IS LIKE A REALLY REALLY ROUGH WHOLEASS FANFIC I WONT LIE 😔💔#asks #anon #rewrite tag #writing tag

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matbaerzal · 5 years ago

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5+1 | T. Konecny

Summary: 5 times you take care of your seemingly helpless neighbour TK and the one time he takes care of you. A/N: I just reached 400 followers, so consider this my thank you for sticking around! hope you like this :) Warnings: multiple swears (it’s TK, what do you expect), mentions of blood Words: 3,4K Copyright © @matbaerzal 2020 All Rights Reserved

I You’d met Travis Konecny a couple times, running into him in the hallway. Your conversations never went past small talk. You already knew who he was and what he did for a living and even though you never covered the subject during your talks, he knew that you knew. He also knew that you didn’t really care, that to you, he was just a neighbour you talked about the weather with. So when you see him one afternoon in the hallway as he’s about to unlock his door, you don’t hesitate to say hello. Only after noticing his split knuckles, “Jesus, what happened there?” you exclaim. He looks down at his hands “oh, I’ve just come from a game”. “Do you usually end up like this after a game?” you laugh. He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “it happens, I guess”. He goes to put his key in the door but fumbles a bit and drops it on the floor. He swears under his breath, leaning his head back and brushing his hand over his face. Meanwhile, you walk the few steps over to him bending down to get his key, going to unlock the door for him. “There you go” you say slightly amused at his reaction to dropping his keys, “thanks” he says with what you think is a blush to his cheeks. “No worries, anytime” you say as you turn back to your own door, smiling back at him one last time before entering your apartment.

II It’s not long until the next time you see him, and somehow his knuckles look worse than they did last time. “Another game?” you ask him. He looks confused before he notices you’re looking at his hands. “Uh, yeah, yesterday” he admits, a guilty look on his face. He’s got a couple bags of groceries on the floor next to his already open door, he leans down to take them, but one of the handles breaks, and it falls to the floor, making all its contents spill out on the hallway. You try to contain a laugh, thinking this guy really doesn’t have a ton of good luck. “Shit, that’s just great,” he exaggerates. This time you can’t contain your laugh, going to help him collect some of the items. “You really don’t have to,” ignoring him you continue to collect as much as you can hold. “A thank you would be nice” you joke. He grabs the bag that’s still intact with his free hand and holds the door open for you to enter. “Thank you” he finally says as you get to his kitchen. As you’d been too busy trying to collect his groceries, you hadn’t noticed that somehow the wounds on his knuckles had reopened. You don’t think he’s even noticed himself. There’s not much blood, but enough to have you worried, and on instinct you grab his hand to inspect it. You don’t see the look of surprise he gives you, as you’re too focused on his hand. He finally notices the blood after you say “do you have any cleansing alcohol around?”. “No, I don’t think so” he mumbles, your head shoots up to give him a judgy look. “How do you not have that? You seem like you’d need it on a weekly basis,” you drop his hand and start to walk towards your own apartment. “I’ll be right back” you tell him.

When you come back all his groceries are put away and he’s sat by the kitchen island waiting for you. You place a bag of cotton balls on the counter, take one out, put some alcohol on it and you place the bottle next to the bag. Putting your hand out, you wait for him to give you his hand. You smile when he does and focus your attention on his hand. He winces slightly, but then clears his throat in an attempt to cover it up. You’re too focused on his hand to notice him staring at you, trying to memorize the features of your face. He was rendered speechless the first time he saw you in the hallway, and he kicks himself after every time you two talk. For not being able to hold a proper conversation and only talking about the weather, and other boring, insignificant things. When he told Nolan about his cute neighbour, he’d laughed at him, saying it’s a good thing he doesn’t talk too much around you, that it would definitely ruin his chances and just annoy you.

Now that you’re here in his apartment though, holding his hand, he grows restless. “Have you ever been to a game?” he says before he can stop himself. You’re almost done with his hand, doing the last couple touches, “It’s been a while, to be honest” you admit. “My dad’s a flyers fan, so I went to some games growing up” you continue. “Your dad’s a fan, eh?” he teases, “yeah, I think he’d have a heart attack if he found out you’re my neighbour” you blush. The situation only gets worse when you realize you’re still holding his hand, when you don’t really need to anymore. You quickly drop it and clear your throat, “where can I throw these out?” you ask, referring to the used cotton balls. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’ll do it, thank you for…” unsure of how to say it he just puts his hand up. “No problem, I- uh, I should get going, but I’ll see you around, yeah?” you stress, already starting to leave. “Sure yeah, don’t forget these '' he says, holding out the alcohol and cotton balls, “you can keep those, I think you need them more than I do” you joke before leaving his apartment.

III One day a couple weeks later there’s a knock on your door. When you open it, you find Travis on the other side with a sheepish look on his face. He's holding the cleansing alcohol and the cotton balls in his hands. Once again his knuckles are split, “I was cleaning and stuff, and they reopened, would you mind helping me out?” he says with a shy tone. You open your door wider motioning for him to enter, “I’m starting to suspect you’re a bit of a goon” you laugh. He snorts “me? A goon??” he feigns offence. You lead the way into your living room and sit down on the couch. He places the alcohol and the cotton on your table and sits next to you. “I’d say I have enough evidence to prove my case at this point” you say as you start the cleaning process. You’re not sure if he blushes or if you’re just imagining it, so you focus your attention back on his hand.

“Would you ever want to come to a game?” he says. “I mean, I could get you tickets if you wanted to go to one” he clarifies. His question catches you off guard, not expecting him to offer anything in return for your help. You look up at him, “I mean, yeah, that’d be- I’d get to see why you get into so much trouble” you stumble in your words before deciding to tease him. He chuckles “ok, great. We’re going on the road tomorrow, but we have a couple home games next week. How’s Saturday?”. You smile, thinking for a second if you have plans next weekend, “Saturday works” you conclude. He goes back to his apartment when you’ve finished up, promising to get you that ticket to the game.

IV You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, and you swear you caught him staring at you the last time you saw him, which made you think maybe he thought the same about you. And then there was the fact he asked you to help him clean his knuckles when he’d be perfectly able to do it himself. And he’d left the cleansing alcohol at your apartment sheepishly admitting he was likely to come to you if it happened again. You couldn’t help but find his helplessness a bit charming. You also had to admit to watching his away games, surprised to see that he only got into one fight, though he looked like he was fine afterwards. Though his attitude on the ice explained why he ended up in fights in the first place, annoying people without end.

You knew he was back home, having checked out his schedule, but you were still surprised when he knocked on your door. You didn’t expect to see him until Saturday before or after the game he’d invited you to. You were in the kitchen making dinner, so you walked over to your door. “Hey, what’s up?” you say when you see him, his knuckles seem fine, so you wondered what could’ve possibly brought him to your door. “Hey, do you have any potatoes I could borrow? I forgot to buy some earlier,” He says. “Yeah, sure. You making dinner?” you reply, walking back into the kitchen to find what he needed. “Well I was about to start when I realized I was missing potatoes” he chuckles. “Fuck, that smells amazing” he mutters as he enters the kitchen after you. You laugh, “thank you, would you like some?”, only after realizing you’ve basically invited him to have dinner with you. You blush, and hope he doesn’t notice. “Sure, I guess I don’t need the potatoes anymore then” he says, smirking. “I guess so” you laugh, “would you like anything to drink?” you offer. You take out two plates and start plating the food, “just water’s fine” he says.

You walk over to the dining table with the plates and motion for him to sit. After placing the plates on the table you go to the kitchen to get your drinks and cutlery. You give him his water before finally sitting down, placing his knife and fork next to his plate. Travis is scanning his brain for something other than the weather to talk about when he takes the first bite. “God, that’s amazing” he hums, his mouth full of food you can barely understand what he’s saying. “You’ve been this good at cooking all along? And you decided to keep that from me?” He says after finally swallowing his first bite. You roll your eyes “So I’m meant to make you dinner now, too?” you say. “I mean I’m already cleaning you up after every fight you have” you continue teasing him. This time you swear you see him blush, and he shrugs “I wouldn’t complain if you did”. “I sure hope not, I’d kill to have someone make me dinner everyday” you joke.

The conversation flows easily between you two from there on, and Travis throws in a compliment here and there. He starts with complimenting the dinner once again, and then he makes a comment about your apartment being nice. Then he blushes again as he thanks you for looking after him and taking care of his knuckles. Which is when you bring up that you’d watched a couple of the games. His whole face lights up “Wait, really?”, “Yeah, I wanted to know what to expect on Saturday, I guess” you admit. With that he abruptly checks the time, “shit, it’s getting late. Look, I hate to be lame but-”, you interrupt him “you have a game tomorrow, it’s ok, I get it”. You blush at the fact that you just revealed knowing his schedule, and he smirks at you, deciding not to comment on it. You get up to follow him to your door, feeling like you could have sat for hours talking to him if he didn’t have to go. He surprises you by wrapping his arms around you in a soft hug, “thank you again, for dinner” he murmurs before letting you go. His hands lingering on you for a moment longer. You're stuck in your spot, looking into his eyes, shaking yourself out of it, you give him a smile “yeah, no problem, anytime” you finally speak. With that he leaves, making you feel as if your night got cut short, leaving you wanting more. More of what, you’re not exactly sure, just more of him.

V You don’t get to see him before the game, but he’d given you the tickets and told you where to go. He’d said you’d be sitting by some of his teammates girlfriends, which you didn’t want to read into. Upon seeing you they asked you if you were TK’s girl, which made you blush, shrugging, saying that he’d invited you, but you weren’t his girl in that sense. At which they just smirked. During the whole game you saw him make great plays and occasionally annoy the opposing team. In the third period he managed to tie the game and then get in a fight in his next shift. He seemed to be fine, but you knew he’d probably make you check his knuckles after the game. They ended up winning the game towards the end of overtime. You’d been at the edge of your seat and on instinct you and the other girls jumped up and hugged each other when you heard the goal horn. You followed them to go meet Travis after the game, having promised him you’d drive him home after.

When he sees you he walks straight over to you, you barely have time to take in how good he looks in his game-day suit before he’s hugging you, you’re quick to hug him back. “How are your hands?” you ask as he lets you go, “They’ll be better after you have a look at them” he jokes. “I’m starting to think I’m just your caretaker” you shoot back. “You’re more than that, you know that” he says as he puts his arm around you. Waving goodbye to his teammates as he starts walking. You quickly wave to the girls you’d sat with, blushing as they’re all looking at his arm around your shoulder. He keeps it there the whole way to your car, and you can’t help but think about how natural it feels there. Like you’ve done this a hundred times. He lets you go when you get to your car, but puts his arm around you again the second you arrive at your building. You look at the hand rested on your shoulder, having noticed earlier that his knuckles are split once again. You take his hand on instinct, “try not to reopen them this time, yeah? I’m running out of cotton balls” you muse. “I’ll buy more, plus it’s a good excuse to come see you” he says like it’s obvious. You laugh “You don’t need an excuse, you can just come and see me, you know”.

You arrive at your door, and his arm leaves your shoulder for a second time. He scratches the back of his neck “Yeah, I just never seemed to know what to talk about around you, and when you helped me with my key that one time, that was probably the first time we talked about something other than the stupid weather” he laughs “and then I acted like a nervous teenager the next time and dropped all my groceries, but then we had an actual conversation, so I figured I’d just use that as an exuse.” he finishes. You try to hide your blush, but you notice he’s blushing too. He takes a step closer to you, his hand brushing up your arm. He hesitantly leans in, and you mirror his action. He’s so close, noses touching, eyes closing. All one of you has to do is take the last step and lean in. But as your phone rings you jump away from him. You scramble to check who’s calling “Sorry, it’s my dad, I should take this… I promised him I’d tell him about the game”. Travis nods, you smile apologetically as you answer your dad’s call. The two of you awkwardly retreat to each of your apartments.

VI Travis had to leave the next day, going on another roadtrip. You had his number, but you’d discovered he was terrible at replying to messages so you didn’t speak often. Plus you were both busy with work, so you didn’t have much time to text back and forth. You were left to wonder what would have happened if your dad hadn’t called. It was obvious you would have kissed, but where would that leave the two of you? What would the aftermath be?

The day he gets home you get a text from him, “Can you come help me with something?”. You had just gotten home from work so you text back saying you’ll be over in a minute. Going to change into something more comfortable, but you make sure to still look put together. And when you enter his apartment you’re glad you didn’t opt for the sweats that were calling your name. His lights are dimmed, and a couple candles are lit, and the smell of whatever he’s cooking fills the room. Surprisingly it doesn’t actually smell bad. You don’t think he heard you come in, because when you see him he’s moving to the music by the stove. You lean your shoulder on the wall, wanting to see how long it takes before he notices you. When he does though, he doesn’t stop dancing like you expected him too, his smile just grows, but there is a slight blush to his cheeks.

“How long have you been standing there?” he says, stopping his movements as a new song comes on. You ignore his question, “what’s all this? You got a date or something?” you ask him. “Yeah, and she just got here, right on time” he winks. Now it’s your turn to blush, pretty confident that he’s referring to you. “I realized maybe you feel like I’ve been using you, so I just wanted to do something for you. So you know that I don’t take you for granted” he continued. “And also I didn’t know if you’d actually want to go on a date with me, so I decided to just-” he gestures around the room, not sure how to finish his sentence. “Decided to trick me into one?” you laugh. “Just so you know, I would have said yes” you clarify. “Good, that’s good. Dinner’s almost ready, so just make yourself comfortable”. He behaves like a perfect gentleman, pouring wine in your glass, serving you dinner. “Did you catch this fish yourself?” you tease, knowing about his favorite spare time activity. He laughs “no, if I’d had time to, I would have”. You smile and take a sip of your wine. When you’re finished eating you both go to the kitchen to clear the dishes, you ignore him when he says you don’t need to help. Thinking the quicker they’re done, the quicker you two can move to the couch and address the elephant in the room.

When you finally get settled on the couch, his arm finds it way over your shoulder and you lean into him easily. He’s the first to break the silence, “you’re always on my mind. At any given moment you’re there, and it made me really nervous at first, but now everything just feels so natural” you hum in agreement. “You’ve somehow managed to lure your way into my mind too” you say and he nudges you for teasing him. You look up at him, and he’s a lot closer than you expected, yet not quite close enough. You really hope there won’t be any interruptions this time, though you’re sure you’d ignore it this time around. “I really like you, you know” he says, his eyes are focused on your lips, and as you lean in closer, noses touching, you close your eyes. “I really like you too” you sigh and wait for him to take the final step. His hand finds the nape of your neck before he finally leans in the rest of the way, lips softly touching. The first kiss is soft, almost hesitant, but it doesn’t take long before they’re firmer, more confident. You’re completely wrapped up in each other, time standing still. Not breaking away until you absolutely have to, to catch your breaths. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages now”, “me too” you smile, leaning in for another kiss. Not being able to stop now that you know what it feels like.

#travis konecny #t.konecny #travis konecny imagine #travis konecny fic #philadelphia flyers #philadelphia flyers imagine #philadelphia flyers fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #op:w

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m00nr1ng · 4 years ago

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im just seeing never ending posts of people shitting on destiel and how the fucking confession scene went— let me tell you to fuck off, even if it’s a joke, it’s pretty insensitive. We’ve been waiting for years for just a little spark, a HINT of something, because it mattered to us, members of the lgbt+ community. It’s normal to ask or even yearn for representation. And you’re ruining it by calling jensen homophobic? What’s the correlation? He’s in character. And jensen is a good person, i do not understand why you waste your time here to complain, unless you’re part of the lgbt+ community and disappointed on how it was delivered. Then yes, I will respect it. because inaccuracy on how people see us can be very frustrating.

ive been waiting for this—and misha delivered this whole confession beautifully, it got heart wrenching sobs out of me. And for those who stopped watching the show because you didn’t like it, you don’t have a say in how the scene was “pure garbage”. Dean as we know from the seasons we got to see him in action or not, is a very complicated person with a lot of trauma and emotional bagage and I’m just like him, afraid to show emotions because we are afraid to be seen as people who aren’t strong enough, destructive by bottling up what we’re feeling most of time—i know because i relate, I’m the same.

So yeah, his “lack of expression” as you might all say with your whole fucking chest is right in character, but , you can still see the confusion, the disbelief and the heart broken look in his eyes and in the tilts of his head. i think he did a very good job, and if you took the time and had some decency to put yourself in his shoes, you’d be shocked and rendered speechless after someone you know and have loved for eleven years gives you a whole fucking paragraph explaining how much of an amazing, loving and selfless person you are, then proceeds to call forth an entity stronger than anything in the world to save you while fucking DEATH wants to have your head on a silver plate. I’d have a hard time processing all of this or even FONCTION PROPERLY, and jensen expressed it amazingly when we went to the next scene where he’s on the ground, exhaling finally after a whole FIVE MINUTES AND MORE, out of shock and out of despair. The way we saw it click inside of Dean’s mind when Sam calls him says everything. And i think it was beautifully executed. Now, let me enjoy my show in peace. Thank you.

#we can’t have anything #im fucking pissed #bc i waited for something meaningful like cas’ speech for a long time #and they ruin it by being dick bags #now stop being assholes #AND GET OUT .#rant #destiel #deancas #casdean #supernatural #spn #jensen ackles #misha collins

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kzzzo · 4 years ago

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chapter 8 - kiss away those tears goodbye

‘lift your head, baby, don't be scared

of the things that could go wrong along the way

you'll get by with a smile

now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye’

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a/n: i finally fixed it. it’s actually exam week rn but i refuse to study lol. also, ive been seeing posts about writers not being inclusive enough when writing x reader fics. i do hope mine is as inclusive as i hoped it to be, i left y/n’s appearance, job and college course unstated so u could get to imagine them yourself. did it work? also, enjoy! xoxo

tags: @crayonwriting

People say time can heal all wounds, perhaps, no matter the size. Whoever said that first was absolutely right, you thought. It may seem fast to others but to you, those few years were more than enough suffering. There’s no benefit to dwelling in the past, once you’re stuck in it, you wouldn’t see the way out.

Thank goodness for your baby boys, your boyfriend and your late grandmother who had set you up to make up with your parents, though you wish she were there with you. At first you felt guilty every time you had fun without her. Celebrating achievements, birthdays and occasions. Then you reminded yourself (with the help of your beloved boyfriend, Kuroo) that she would not be happy at all that you keep yourself from being happy because of her.

Years have passed since then and you were finally a senior together with Kuroo. It’s only a month until your graduation and you were as busy as a bee, though Kuroo is busier than you were with him being part of the volleyball team and all that. Due to you and Kuroo’s busy schedules, both of you barely had time to spend with your boys which prompted your parents to hire nannies for them. You all learned the hard way that one nanny was not enough for your rowdy children, their first nanny quitting the moment you came home with Kuroo on her first day. You remembered how your boys sheepishly smiled at you when you asked them what they did.

You sigh, the triplets were not the only boys you’re unable to spend much time with. There was also Kuroo, who you only see for a brief moment when he accidentally wakes you up while getting in bed and for a little bit more in the morning. He wasn’t in your shared classes most of the time which only made things worse for you. To say you miss him was an understatement. You swear the next time you see him you’d tackle him to the floor and never let go.

While you were there stressing about how much you miss Kuroo, your boyfriend was stressing about which ring to buy. He’d decided to bring Bokuto and Akaashi with him to help. The latter was doing the best he could with all the information he obtained via the internet when Kuroo asked for help. But Bokuto? He was there goofing around, trying out the gold necklaces with gigantic pendants such as dollar signs on them. The store was filled with Bokuto and Kuroo’s banter as the latter yells at him to focus on the task at hand. Akaashi took it upon himself to apologize to the staff on behalf of his boisterous friends, thank goodness they were the only customers there.

“Dude, we seriously have to pick a ring now, there’s only like a month left.” Kuroo whisper-yelled to his owl-like friend after seeing how stressed out the staff were.

“Alright, alright, I get it. Well, what do you wanna get?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know!”

“Why don’t you get one that reminds you of her?”

Kuroo stared dumbfoundedly at his friend. “I- wow, that actually helps.” He grips his chin with his index finger and thumb, thinking of words that could describe you and his love for you perfectly. Minutes passed with Akaashi, Bokuto and the store staff watching Kuroo think silently. A few minutes later and Kuroo wordlessly approached the displays, intently scanning each ring. Finally, he stopped and pointed at one.

“This one, please.”

The day was finally over and all you could think about was cuddling with your boyfriend as you get your much-needed sleep. You trudged down the hallway, your bag being dragged on the floor. The sound of the television pierced through the door as you opened it. The triplets were running towards you in no time, Kuroo not far behind.

“Mama!” They yelled. “Welcome home!”

“Hi, boys. Did you enjoy your day?”

“Yup, we watched a movie with Papa.” Kazuo exclaimed.

“That’s great!” You turn to your bed-headed boyfriend and gave him a peck. “Hi, baby.”

The five of you enjoy a hearty meal cooked by none other than Kuroo with the assistance of your baby boys. It wasn’t particularly the best but it wasn’t bad either. You made sounds of approval here and there as you chow down on the food to show your boys that you appreciate their effort (though they could tell it was a little bit too exaggerated). After the meal, Masao asked both you and Kuroo to play with them as they had missed you. The need to rest left your body right away when you saw three pairs of puppy eyes looking up to you.

Not even an hour has passed when Kuroo noticed your slightly nodding head out of exhaustion. He softly chuckled to himself before clapping his hands twice, catching the boys’ attention quickly. He motioned to your half-asleep figure and they got the message quickly.

“Alright, boys, let’s go wash up. Mama,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, “go to bed first, I’ll tuck the boys in.”

You mumbled a small thank you to him before trudging to your room and plopping yourself on the bed, immediately falling into deep slumber. The feeling of the bed dipping due to Kuroo’s weight woke you up, eliciting hushed apologies from him. Without a word you snuggled close to him and went right back to sleep as you feel his arms wrap around you.

A month passed by in a blink of an eye and you swore your soul will leave your body had college gone on longer, which is a mood. The triplets were at your parents’ as per your father’s request. Something about giving you time and space to prepare for your graduation ceremony, he said. So, there you were, fixing your hair for the nth time and checking your makeup. Kuroo entered the room clad in formal wear, clearly struggling with his tie. You wordlessly approached him and began fixing his tie. He watched you with a loving look in his eyes and a tender smile.“Baby,” he started. “You look breathtaking.”You felt your face heat up. “T-thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” He chuckled.“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

The ride to the venue made you nervous for some reason. Maybe it’s the thought of having to walk down an aisle with people watching you. Yup, that’s definitely it. What you didn’t know was that Kuroo was going to ask of you something where you have to do just that. Go, you. Kuroo grabbed your hand on your lap, giving it a squeeze. He must have felt how nervous you were.

Maybe graduation wasn’t that bad after all. You didn’t know, your mind was blank as you walked to the stage. All you wanted right now was to be reunited with your boyfriend but something tells you he’d already exited the venue right after you got separated by the crowd.

You catch your breath when you finally stepped out of the venue. Now to find Kuroo and his friends. You were walking around aimlessly, feet aching because of your heels, when you hear your sons’ familiar voices calling out to you. When you turned to the direction of the sound, you notice them hiding something behind their tiny little bodies. Not thinking much about it, you smile widely as you approach them.

You were stopped on your tracks when Kazuo revealed the cardboard he was holding. ‘Will’, it said. Then, it was Takeo’s turn to reveal his. It had ‘you’ written on it but it was held upside down, making you chuckle. He abruptly fixed it before Masao revealed his. It said ‘marry’. Then, out of nowhere Kuroo walked into your vision, holding a cardboard which had ‘me?’ written on it.

Oh. Oh. Now you got it. You were honestly so distracted by your cute babies causing you to set aside deciphering the message they were trying to tell. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, finally wrapping your head around what was happening. Kuroo got on one knee in front of you, showing the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“So, will you marry me?”

Having been rendered speechless, you nod your head yes. Kuroo grinned before slipping the ring onto your ring finger. He stood up and gave you a tight hug. Suddenly, you heard people cheering. You totally forgot that there were other people there. You buried your face on Kuroo’s shoulder, embarrassed. The triplets’ ran to the two of you cheering. Then you saw Bokuto and Akaashi emerge from a tree, the latter holding a camera. They congratulated the two of you, acting like you didn’t just see them jump out of a tree. Kuroo grabs your attention,

“I love you, a million times more than there are cells in a human body.”

You laughed, “I love you, too, nerd.”

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Till we meet again

Pt1

Summary: you had to leave him

Genre: angst, fluff

Yeonjun x reader

Part: Prologue | Pt1

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The days went by and there wasn’t a single one either of you wasn’t thinking about each other. You were his first love and he was yours. Who could ever forget that?

The day you had to leave each other it broke both of you to the core, you both knew that day had to come, it was inevitable. Before you had gotten together, you already knew what your parents had planned for you, to send off to study at some prestigious overseas school, god knows how many hours away from your home, from him. Neither of you cared though, simply wanting to live in the moment, until that fateful day came and you both realised how painful it was going to be. Chocking back sobs as you walked away from him, feeling guilty for hurting him like this, and him crying his heart out as he watched your silhouette fade away.

For the first year or so, you both tried to keep in contact, messaging to each other, sending selfies, face timing, anything you could imagine and it was more than enough for either of you at the time.

However, as time went on, you got busy with school and he got busy with his debut, eventually, neither of you had the time. Eventually, both of you got used to the pain of not having each other and before you knew it, years had already passed.

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The present day

It started out as a normal morning for yeonjun. He had awoken to the sounds of his members arguing over god knows what once again. He check his phone: 7.56am, well it was about time for him to wake up anyway.

Before he could lock his screen, he took a minute to appreciate his wallpaper, the most breathtaking sight he’s ever seen, and no, he wasn’t talking about the sunset in the background. He was referring to you.

Though it’s been years, he still admired you too much, his wallpaper hasn’t changed. It was still his favourite picture. It was you and him on a beach, together. The golden colours of the sunset behind you enhancing your already beautiful features. He remembered that day as if the picture was a book, reading him the memory.

~flashback~

The day started off like any other. Well, not really it was 11am and yeonjun decided to surprise you with an impromptu lunch date and went to your place to pick you up. Little did he know you were still asleep. He knew you treasured sleep, maybe even more than him, woops but it was almost noon!

He tried to reach you but you had the habit of turning your phone on to silent mode during the night so no matter how much he called, it wouldn’t go through. This resulted in him throwing small pebbles at your window, romeo and juliet style.

After a bit, you woke up, of course, who wouldn’t have been woken up by that irritating nois-, i mean romantic gesture. You went to the source of the noise that interrupted your slumber, opening your window, ready to throw the rocks back at whatever or whoever was there. However, when you saw your dear blue haired boy, all you could do was glare at him. You loved him, but it was true, you loved sleep just a ‘tiny’ bit more.

“Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!” He said in the most ‘prince charming’ voice he could, getting down on one knee to sell the act even more.

“Wrong fairy tale romeo!” You replied sarcastically, smirking as you held back your laughter. You rested your elbows at the legde of your window and continued to look down at the boy.

He pouted, “you could have at least played along!”

This caused you to laugh again, shaking your head. “Hold on I’ll be down in a sec!”

And you can probably guess it but the day ended with the both of you, barefoot on the beach, soft sand between you toes, hand in hand, walking in silence, simply appreciating the sound of the crashing waves and of course, each other.

tbh i could write an entire part just on this, should i? I think it’ll be cute ㅋㅋㅋ

~end~

He missed you... so, so much, every single day but that feeling of longing was already something he grew accustom to. He missed you, there hasn’t been a day when he didn’t. But for some reason, he was feeling it a lot more today.

He believed you would come back into his life one day and that was enough for him, for now. He believed you were meant to be and fate, as cruel as it may be sometimes, will bring you back together. No one has ever made him feel the same way you did and that was something he was willing to wait for no matter how long it took.

Eventually, his stomach growled, causing him to drag himself out of a bed for breakfast.

“Hyung, you’re awake!” Soobin greeted him as he walked out of his room.

“Yeah, good morning soobin,” he replied, groggily, rubbing his eyes as the got used to the light.

“Beomgyu and I wanted to head to the practice room early, if you want we could wait for you. Taehyun and Kai just left for school.”

“No it’s alright, thanks, you guys go on ahead. Ill be there around 9,” waving off Soobin’s offer, and headed to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

“Alright, we’ll see you later.”

“See you later, hyung!” Beomgyu added before shutting the door behind him and soobin.

He habitually lifted his phone, as it turned on automatically, it read 8.12am. He sighed. What was he expecting? A text from you? It’s been months since you last spoke, but i guess old habits die hard. He stood up, turning on silent and leaving his phone at the counter.

The members all knew what yeonjun went through when you parted ways. He wasn’t himself for a while, he wasn’t eating proper meals, he was messing up at practise, he wasn’t his cheerful, childish self. That faithful day had really taken a toll on him and it wasn’t until recently they starting seeing bits of the old him coming back. But the main thing missing, was the piece of him that he left with you, it was a part that wouldn’t come back until you did, no one knew how long that would be.

It was a quiet morning for yeonjun. With the others having already left, he was left alone with his thoughts. He remembered all the fun times you had together, all the laughs you shared, it made him smile fondely, but maybe remembering was more of a bad thing than good.

He felt as if his head was about to explode, what have you done to him? He decided to abandon his half eaten breakfast, throwing it in the sinj and went to have a quick shower instead. Maybe that could help clear his thoughts.

He let the water run, heating up, while he stripped himself of his clothes and stepped in. As the water hit his bare skin, he remembered the day you two had went to the water park with the other boys. He remembered how shy you were when you admitted to him that you couldn’t swim. How you would cling on to his arm in fears of him leaving you in the middle of the pool. And how he would threaten to let go, just to see you whine, panic and pout, in that order. He let out a frustrated groan, why was it hitting him so hard today?

Supporting himself against the glass panel, he stood there for a while, feeling the steam calm him down the tiniest bit. Looking as if he came straight out of a drama scene. Stepping out, he wrapped himself in a towel.

He cleaned off the condensation that formed on the mirror, seeing his reflection. It shocked him, he looked so out of it. He was out of it. He hardly recognised the person staring back at him, he left the bathroom and went to get dressed for the day, a basic oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Didn’t have to look too nice, nothing special was going to happen anyway.

Leaving the dorm, he grabbed his phone off of the counter, 8.50am, and headed for the practice room. Little did he know, his entire world was about to change in a matter of minutes.

He took his usual route to the building, stopping at the traffic light as he waited for the pixelated man to turn green. He stared at the ground as he bounced on his feet, patiently waiting, mind still racing with thoughts of you. His surrounding disappeared as he sunk in further.

He should have tried harder, he should have did more to convince you to stay, he should have-

*honk, honk*

The sudden obnoxious car honk knocked him out of his thoughts. He had half a mind to swear at the diver for doing that but almost as if by fate, the moment he looked up, he was rendered speechless. Across the street from him was a silhouette he would recognise anywhere.

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Sry this took me a while to write ㅠㅠ ive been sick for the past few days and generally i just had a hard time thinking of how to start this hah. But its done now and hope you like it!

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