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markresonates · 3 years ago

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summary: you get off on the wrong foot with Jaehyun when you first start living together, all the while unaware he’s seen something he shouldn’t have

pairing: new roommate!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: porn w/ plot, lil angst, tiny fluff

tropes: roommates, one sided enemies

word count: +6.4k

a/n: I’m finally done with my roommate req event! HALLELUJAH (& it only took me 8 months!!) my very last anon req is for Wayv’s Love Talk!

warnings: rough unprotected sex, throat f&cking, manhandling, masturbation, choking, degradation, yet another scenario of sexy stuff on camera bc i’m a total slut for that sort of thing, hard dom!Jaehyun, sub!reader

cold, disappointed and jet lagged - the only three words that describe how you’re feeling tonight and your soon-to-be roommate is to blame for all of them.

“Jaehyun, are you on your way? My flight got in nearly 45 minutes ago and the b-baggage claim area is so crowded that security basically pushed me outside,” you relay bitterly after the unnecessarily sharp beep to his voice mailbox rang in your ear. You called expecting to hear his charming voice (and by chance an apology) but all you got was the generic, off-putting robotic instruction ordering you to leave a message for the tardy receiver.

Frigid air prickles your skin as you lean against a concrete pillar painted in yellow stripes. Your teeth chatter uncontrollably thanks to the chilly weather of the changing seasons and you're mildly concerned he won’t be able to make out your muffled, urgent pleas over the phone.

“I w-would’ve gotten an uber earlier but I kept thinking you’d be here any second.” You check your battery level for the umpteenth time knowing that the clock is ticking on your limited communication privileges. “Ugh, my phone is going to die soon. I’m sending you a picture of where I’m standing right now, okay? I’m c-counting on you.”

You hang up quickly and capture a brief, three second video for better reference of your exact location outside the airport’s sliding glass doors. In your rush to share the short video with Jaehyun, your thumb accidentally flicks up through the collection of other videos in your camera roll, mistakenly selecting a different recording without your knowledge or consent. You don’t catch the slip-up before hitting send just within the nick of time. The dim screen fades into complete darkness not a millisecond later, reflective glass mirroring the aggravated features carved into your face.

“Great,” you mutter sarcastically. “Well, I hope he actually gets it.”

Phone dead and patience wearing thin, you’re basically stranded with no means of getting back to the amatuer chauffeur’s small house you’re moving into tonight. The original plan you laid out on the plane was to take care of at least half of the unpacked boxes as soon as you arrived. In your imagination, you pictured stacks of your belongings piled one on top of the other, occupying every corner of your room. Worst case scenario, they’re blocking the pathway to your bed too. It’s no question that your extreme jet lag is going to make it extremely difficult to remove even one single strip of tape; still, you know sleeping under your own covers is a must tonight to endure the cold that you’re unfortunately dealing with at this very moment.

Some may claim it serves you right for assuming you could depend on a person that you have A) never met in person, face-to-face; and B) only conferred with twice over the phone before signing a long-term, lawfully-binding lease with them. It wasn’t Jaehyun’s phone either, it was your other new roommate, Jungwoo’s phone. You doubt Jaehyun even has your number saved to his contacts despite Jungwoo creating a group chat for you guys days ago.

Jaehyun didn’t seem all that bad on those calls. Of course you’re biased though, opinion having been swayed by his good looks. You took one look at those pictures that were attached to the housing search profile website and made up your mind that living with someone that looked like that sounded like a good idea. What’s more is that rent came at a decent price.

You know that the “roommates to lovers” trope doesn’t happen too often in real life but it's nice to dream, right? And who knows, maybe you'll actually get your happily ever after with him Jaehyun.

Whereas Jungwoo is preoccupied with something else tonight, your prince charming was free to taxi you home. In fact, he was the one who offered to pick you up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

You wish you would've turned him down now. Even a pumpkin would have sufficed in this situation, since a fairytale fruit could have carried you halfway home before falling apart.

Jaehyun didn’t forecast traffic to be so brutal tonight. He regrets not looking up the traffic report from the news earlier in the afternoon and poorly timing when he was able to pick you up. If he had done so prior to leaving, he would’ve seen the massive pile up of a car crash in the middle of the freeway just before the correct airport exit.

The state of the weather outside only deepens how bad he feels. He predicts you’re likely a victim of the cold conditions with no clue at what time you’ll be relieved from the threat of frostbite; but he’s sure you’ll gladly appreciate the heated passenger seat and the warmth circulating inside the vehicle instantly when you climb into his car.

He twiddles his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of his favorite Kevin Abstract song until the music dies down. When the first verse of the following song plays over the speakers, Jaehyun fishes his phone out of his pocket, aiming to pick out a different tune. The brightness of the screen illuminates the front and temporarily blinds him. As he lowers the brightness, his vision slowly comes into focus. He’s met with a host of blurry notifications and deduces that you’re likely the culprit, being that he can't think of anyone else who has a motive to blow up his phone like this. And rightfully so; he is late after all. The entire lock screen is blocked by charcoal, rectangular shapes he faintly identifies as missed calls, a voicemail, a slew of text messages and a few videos. Within the past 10 minutes, he hasn’t moved an inch, the traffic in a complete and total gridlock. It takes his mind a split second to thoroughly assess the situation and deems it safe enough to choose the videos before the other things you’d sent him.

Eyes still a tad fuzzy, he clicks on Attachment: 2 videos. And for no particular reason, Jaehyun selects the second to play first.

Immediately stunned by what plays out on the screen, he almost fumbles the device to his feet before getting a grip on himself. He cranks down the volume on his phone to keep the moaning vibrating through his car speakers at a minimum. His eyes bulge out of his head as he takes in the dirty scene that’s shown in startlingly high definition. The clear, pixelated sex act you sent him depicts an unidentified girl wearing only a pair of heather grey panties. She was facing away from the camera, bent over on her knees in a rather spacious shower. Whatever it is that she was using to film the self-made porn of hers is waterproof as it is perfectly positioned on the tan, squared tile floor.

She looped a hand underneath herself and in between her legs. Her middle and ring fingers connected with the last article of clothing on her body. She began to rub over a damp puddle of her arousal that had pooled in the middle of her panties.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. "Just sooo good."

His eyes locked on the naughty girl. Based on how enraptured he is with her, it seems like the recording creeps by at a slow pace. He doesn’t dare check to see how long the video is, preferring to pretend the duration goes on longer than reality. To know that every second is counting down to the end would only bring him disappointment.

What doesn’t disappoint is her dirty talk.

“Do you see how wet I am? All I had to do was think about you fucking me and I could feel my panties getting sticky.”

She circled her fingers around her clit through the visibly soaked underwear. Her moans progressed into little whimpers every so often, twitching slightly as she alternates between various sex noises.

“You know, since the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Actually, more than that. I wanted you inside me,” she purred. “There was something about your lips that made me want them all over me. Or maybe it was your hands because I pictured them choking me.”

Thirty seconds into the video, the wet patch was already larger than before. In Jaheyun’s expert opinion, the visual aspect is not the most salivating part though. He’s always been a sucker for dirty talk. Simply hearing the seductive words that slipped from the slut's mouth would have his erection pitching a tall tent in his sweatpants.

“I really wish you were here. You should know that when I sleep, I always dream about you helping me out exactly like this, and I’ll wake up so wet that I need to change my panties before I drip down my thighs.”

She hooked her finger underneath the cotton material that was basically see-through by that point. He licks his lips as she shifts them to the side, out of the way for the main course, and GOD, is Jaehyun starving for it.

“Do you like what you see?”

He gawks at the sight of her arching her back further, lowering her forearm to the ground. The position made her arousal glisten in the low lighting that was now shining on her most private parts. Her fingers rimmed around her entrance before plunging inside. A whine fell from her hidden lips that he wants to see so badly. If only she would turn around for him so he could study her facial expressions contorting from the stimulation.

“How hard are you right now? I hope I make you really, really hard,” she said in an innocent tone, pulling her fingers out to trace through her folds momentarily.

“So fucking hard,” he’s compelled to whisper out loud for some reason. He spends a handful of seconds wondering who she is; she as in whomever it is filming the video and whether she’s a legit porn star or not because the video is so hot he wouldn’t mind seeing more of her work; and more significantly, she as in you.

Who are you exactly?

Jaehyun’s done his fair share of sexting, each girl on the other side of the screen determined to do anything for him to take them to bed (or his car, an empty room at a house party, or the nearest bathroom - public decency be damned) and fuck them mercilessly. It’s been a while since he’s received or sent any texts, pictures or videos but by no means is this even the 50th naked girl he’s seen in a video sent to him through some messaging app or another. This is a bit different though. You’re basically strangers. You barely learned each other's names last week. Not that he knew every girl he’s ever sexted with personally, but they’d at least had each other's contact information in some form. He can’t recall any reason he should’ve had your number. The blessed video he so oddly received from you summons his attention back when the girl’s fingers dipped inside herself again.

“Hey, I want you to imagine my hand jerking you off instead of your own, okay?” Her breathing was uneven, impairing the audibility of her naughty words that he’s become so infatuated with. “Or pretend it’s my mouth and you’re fucking my throat until I gag. How does that sound?”

All this time Jaehyun has held out from reaching inside his sweatpants but as soon as he hears those words, he's a goner. He hurriedly pulls on the string to untie the bow of his sweatpants and slides his hand under the loose waistband. His hand wraps around his cock right away because he never wears boxers with sweatpants for the sake of comfort. He’s never needed to really.

“Better yet, think about how it’s going to feel when you actually fuck me.”

Within five seconds from when he starts jerking off, he hears a car horn honk impatiently from behind him. He’s surprised to see the traffic picking up speed out of nowhere. He looks down at his phone one last time at the exact beat the girl looked back at the camera.

When YOU look back at the camera.

“I want you to remember I’m yours to use up whenever and however you want to. I’ll see you soon”

Here you are, you and all your glory, fingering yourself on camera. All along it wasn’t some random, slutty girl he was watching, it was his brand new roommate. And above everything, your sex talk is like nothing he’s ever heard before from any girl he's had wrapped around his finger. Amazingly enough, he gets even harder coming to the realization all of that was personally filmed for him.

He doesn't know your thumb was an accomplice to his erection. An accident that was the byproduct of your race against the clock. A fluke in which you have no idea in the slightest at the moment.

Jaehyun drops his phone for real this time. It’s probably for the better though. He doesn’t want his phone within reach. It’s ridiculous for him to pretend that the further away his phone is, the further away this whole situation gets. You just had to go and make this new roommate dynamic complicated. It was already weird enough that you sent that explicit video in the first place but now he’s seen you finger fucking yourself and diligently watched it happen for over 8 minutes. What’s more is that he jerked off to you; albeit, his pleasure being short-lived, it's about the fact that he had started masturbating at all.

The car lurches forward as he hurdles towards a situation that he didn’t anticipate he’d be facing tonight. He doesn’t want to give you the cold shoulder but because it’s your first time meeting, would it be easier to keep his distance and pretend like he didn’t see it?

Deep in thought, Jaehyun doesn't notice right away that he's approaching the airport terminal until silver reflective signs catch his eye. Just as he suspected, you are a shivering mess when he pulls up to the terminal. Even from a ways away, he sees you searching through the glossy windshields of every car that passed through. You balance on your tiptoes for a greater advantage point, weeding through the vehicles, praying Jaehyun would be on the other slide of the tinted glass. Coming into sight, your face turns stony rather than relieved to see his untimely presence. You impatiently yank open the passenger door to his black Mercedes.

“Fiiinally,” you huff. Instead of going for the trunk or the back seat, you pack your roller suitcase into the small space at your feet and climb into the car. You prefer to squish yourself into the passenger seat immediately and hold your stuffed carry-on bag in your lap than take up any additional time in the cold.

Jaehyun clicks the seat warmer on for you without question. “I’m really sorry, y/n. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic and I-”

“I agree. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic. Just so unbelievable, that it’s crazy you’d be this late to pick me up,” you rebuke his honest reasoning. “Can we just go, Jaehyun? I’m really tired and I wanna sleep as soon as we get to your place.”

The driver chuckles. “I'm not lying but believe whatever you want.” He starts up the car, accepting the mission of maneuvering his way through the herd of vehicles that were also picking up new aviation arrivals. “And It’s your place too now, y/n.”

“I mean, I guess,” you grumble stubbornly.

You don’t appreciate how he brushes off what you consider to be a legit accusation with merit and logical support. He gives off this easy-going, unbothered vibe. On any other day, you would find it comforting to have a roommate with these qualities; nevertheless, you interpret his attitude to be inconsiderate and dismissive in this case. As if nothing matters unless it impacts him directly. You furlough the intrusive thought that you like the way your name sounds on his tongue.

The drive to the house is 98% quiet. You don’t speak a word to each other until the point where Jaehyun impulsively breaks the uneasy silence, mustering up the nerve to ask the pressing question on his mind. He had assumed you would bring it up yourself and was leaving it up to you to decide on the right time, but he could sense his skin itching for the truth and the tickle couldn’t be ignored the entire ride home. “So… are we not going to talk about what you sent me?”

Tearing your gaze away from the shadowy abyss outside the window, you redirect a disinterested, weak attention to the inquirer. He didn’t expect himself to find it so cute when you quirk your head to the side to look at him. It would make sense if hearing your voice or watching your face turned him on but finding you to be anything else was surprising.

“What do you mean? Like the voice message or the video thing?”

He carefully turns the corner onto your street. “The video, obviously.”

“Uh, what about the video? Didn’t you find me easier because I sent it?”

“No, y/n, the thing where you-” He clears his throat and acts like pulling into the driveway requires every ounce of concentration to stall. “-well, you know what I mean.”

The rumbling vehicle at last dies with the twist of a car key. You get out of the car, heaving your carry-on bag over your shoulder and yanking your stuffed suitcase to the ground. He’s more confused than you are to receive a lost look from you. You break eye contact when the passenger car door accidentally slams shut harder than you expected it to. His dimples appear faintly, mouth perking upwards as he notices your subtle, frightened jump.

You sigh. “Jaehyun, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jaehyun doesn’t push further with the topic. He forfeits the question for another, less tense moment, whenever that may be. It’s not like you’ll be very far. You’re living right next door, sharing a wall, practically available to him everyday. He’ll play along with this naive little game of yours for a while if that’s what you desire.

The low sound of wheels rolling away from the vehicle echo through your new neighborhood. Crossing his arms, he leans against the car with no regard to the condensation coating the slick metal of his door. He watches your backside as you lug the roller suitcase up the half dozen, concrete stairs to the porch. There’s never been a time when he wished he could see through clothing more than this very moment. He’s seen you exposed on camera and he’ll never look at you without being reminded of your see through panties. Certainly, that was your goal when you filmed yourself like that exclusively for him.

You enter the passcode to the wide front door. Peering over your shoulder one last time, you’re greeted with what could be interpreted as a lustful gaze with a cheeky, lopsided smirk to match. But then again, maybe you’re looking into it too much. Seeing things that aren’t there isn’t very uncommon for someone with exhaustion. “Thanks for finally picking me up. Night.”

“Sweet dreams, y/n,” Jaehyun remarks after you turn away.

You might’ve second guessed the intent behind the look he gave you but you couldn’t mistake the teasing quality that his words carried. Like he knew something you didn’t and it was both annoying as hell and arousing. You stop in place for a second and sigh loudly.

Living under the same roof as Jaehyun is going to be nothing like you expected it to be and you have yet to find out in which way that is.

Jaehyun’s felt dehydrated all week and it’s all because of you. No matter how much water he drank, he knew he wanted something else on his tongue. His vivid imagination has been flooded with pornographic thoughts of your body ever since watching what you sent him. Picturing his fingertips brushing lightly over your hot skin, pressing his mouth against both pairs of your wet lips, tracing his eyes over your naked figure and much, much more.

In contrast, you’ve only been here a little over a week and there’s nothing you’d like more than to see less of Jaehyun’s stupidly handsome face.

“Morning, beautiful,” he smiles as you enter the kitchen, cocky dimples on display per usual.

“Yeah, it sure is a beautiful morning,” you retort. You head straight for the fridge to remove the coffee creamer, not sparing a single glance to the individual sitting at the counter.

Your comment wasn’t meant to be amusing but he gifts you with hearty laughter anyways. You’ve heard a lot of his laugh this week, nearly twice the amount you would if you were living with Jaehyun alone and not sharing a house with part time parrot Jungwoo. “Why are you always doing that?”

“Doing what?”

The tall stool he’s seated on squeaks across the laminate flooring as he scoots back. “Twisting my words around like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Well maybe if you said less words to me you wouldn’t be so let down.” You set the creamer down and reach up to retrieve a mug from the cabinet above. He clasps his hand over yours on the wooden handle, thrusting the marginally-parted door shut. The gesture is so sudden that it causes you to flinch back, hitting his solid frame directly behind you. Your muscles tense up, core tightening as his budge prods your backside.

“Baby, ignoring me is what’s letting me down,” Jaehyun says in a smooth, pleading voice.

With every passing day, his forwardness has steadily increased. If he wouldn’t have come on so strong all of this would’ve been different. What was irritating was that he thought if he kept trying hard, eventually you would break. He’s made flirty comment after flirty comment but he’s never been this close nor have you wanted him this close before. Your body betrays your better judgement, grinding up against him to feel the hot ache swell inside you.

“Just admit it already, no need to be shy anymore. There’s no taking it back, y/n.” He lets go of the cabinet handle to grip your hips instead and that molecule of recovered freedom from his hand is enough to knock some strangled sense into you. He doesn't fight when you push back with intentional force.

“It? What the fuck is it?”

Blinking a half dozen times in confusion snuffs out the aroused spark in his eyes. “You’re- how long are we going to play this game, y/n? Because it’s getting exhausting.”

You scoff. “Jaehyun, there is no fucking game!”

He watches you storm out of the kitchen, too worked up to any conjure patience for coffee. Your acting is commendable, that’s for sure. You could make a career out of it if you wanted to. He’s given you every opportunity to come clean and address the elephant in the room but you’ve played it off like nothing. Your body language, expressions and tone were ultra convincing. You were so good at pretending you don’t know exactly what he’s referencing in that incredibly believable voice of yours, spinning lies left and right from the very start.

Either you regret having sent that naked video or

Jaehyun clicks his tongue as the shot pans out to the full picture.

… there’s an extremely real possibility you truly don’t know it was sent and he’s seen something that was never meant to reach his eyes and a simple solution is nowhere in sight.

Jaehyun’s always maintained this smooth, cool guy reputation, unbothered by nearly everything and just going with the flow of things, but if you studied his behavior now, you’d clearly see he’s basically a different breed. Guilt can do that to a person.

He feels ashamed to be imagining inappropriate scenarios about you since he was the accidental recipient of that video almost two weeks ago. Especially because at the moment, he is sitting across from you on the living room couch. Perverted thoughts infect his mind throughout the day and he’s been too weak to make any effort to find the cure. Shame doesn’t stop his mind from wandering into a daydream of slurping up your cum, every drip that dribbles from the corner of the seam of his lips being your juices, not water. Or the drool that dribbled down his chin from time to time since you arrived, deep in the thought of being in your folds. The only thing that will get Jaehyun through the vampire flick you picked out was the reassurance that the second he was free from Jungwoo’s mandatory roommate bonding night, he would race to his room and rewatch your pornographic video for what may or may not be the millionth time.

“I can't believe you’ve been hiding it from us!” Jungwoo gasps.

“Wha- me? Hiding something?” Jaehyun’s nervous eyes bounce back and forth between his roommates faces’. He had been zoning out and wasn’t watching the movie like you and his accessor. His ears burn, swallowing a guilty lump in his throat.

“You have fangs and perfect skin… why didn’t I put it together sooner that I live with a vampire?” Jungwoo says, his skilled comedic delivery making you laugh. Jaehyun's slightly jealous he hasn't made you laugh like that but there's still a sliver of hope he can in the distant future.

Jaehyun looks at the screen for the first time in 10 minutes, noticing the character’s vaguely similar traits he was being likened to. “Oh, yeah! Sorry for not saying anything.”

He sneaks a few longing glances at you every so often until you finally catch him for the first time towards the end of the movie. Or so he thinks it is the first time you catch him; you’ve noticed several of them without his knowledge ever since the morning you grinded against each other. His fight or flight mode is a mere millimeter away from taking over his senses. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and will away the erection in his plaid pajama bottoms. Lucky for him, it doesn’t kick in before the credits to the horror film roll down the flat screen tv.

“Wow, great movie choice, y/n,” Jaehyun compliments halfheartedly, springing up from the couch. He scrunches his nose quickly to hike his glasses up to where they belonged, a habit of his that you hate to find adorable. “So…. see you guys tomorrow.”

.....

After bidding you and Jungwoo goodnight as soon as he can, he returns to his room to attend to his daily masturbation routine. He hears you start the water and get in the shower (which conveniently resided on the other side of the wall in his room), leading him to queue up his favorite pornography again. By the time you leave the steamy room, he has already passed out in bed. You are equally as tired as he is, one of those reasons being due to the fact that you did the same exact thing he did in his room to you in the confines of the semi transparent sliding shower doors.

Every glance you catch of Jaehyun's makes your imagination run wild. His lingering, lustful stares remind you of how hard he felt against your ass. Thinking of that dimpled dork nowadays makes you sexually frustrated which is something your previous self would’ve cursed you for.

Unforeseen consequences await you in the dark for being too worn out to pay attention to your surroundings and too lazy to turn on the lights: mistakenly stumbling into one of your roommates bedrooms in the complete dark with the misconception you are entering yours… followed by basically sleepwalking to bed and slipping under the warm covers. You fail to notice that the heavy blankets aren’t yours. You regularly sleep in one of those oversized t-shirts that you were gifted as a kid (but never grew into). For the most part, you stick to the same habit on freezing nights like this one.

Despite the mini heater set up in the corner of the room, the temperature prompts you to snuggle back into what you imagine is your firm, overstuffed body pillow, not a naked body.

You’re too sleepy, nearly reaching dreamland when his fingers connect with the thin material of your panties covering your swollen slit, the temporary side effect of making yourself come just minutes ago. You twitch out of the lasting oversensitivity.

“How does that feel, baby?” Jaehyun asks in a gruff voice.

You hum softy, and arch your back. “S-so good, ugh.”

“God, so it was all just a fucking game. I should’ve known.” He rubs the spot with increased pressure. “Were you this desperate that you had to get in bed with me when I was sleeping?”

“What are y-? This is my bed,” you assert weakly.

“Aw, baby. Do your blankets feel like this? I don’t think so,” he replies, thumbing your panties to the side and diving into your folds in no time. “Does the little slut like it when I touch her like this?” Jaehyun taunts you.

“Fuck, yes. I love it, Jaehyun,” you moan.

He shoves his fingers inside you suddenly, causing you to whimper at the unexpectedness. “Hey, why are you so sensitive, baby?” Playing with yourself made it so that if someone were to even lightly touch your clit, your body would jerk. Jaehyun snorts and chuckles mockingly, connecting the dots and answering his own question. And for that very reason, he pulls his fingers from your wet hole to rub fierce circular shapes over your already throbbing clit. You thrash in his arms and whine loudly. “Be honest with me, what were you doing in that bathroom?”

You take shallow breaths while you twitch from the shock waves of bliss from his fingers. “I w-was playing with my s-self in the shower.”

“Mmmh, what a good girl you are. I love that you make yourself come in the shower,” he praises you in your ear. He kisses your jaw, pressing his hard cock up against your ass just like you missed. “And what were you thinking about, hm?”

“Jaehyun, you know who I was t-thinking about,” you manage to spit out.

“Well, maybe I just wanna hear it from the naughty mouth of yours that I love so much.” He bites down hard on your shoulder and works his mouth back up to your neck. Jaehyun continues to nibble at your skin, imagining he’ll leave marks on your body like that movie you watched earlier to show that you’re his. He’ll welcome the same love bites on his white skin from you later.

“I think about you… fucking me… really hard every time I make myself c-come,” you choke between worn, strained breaths.

“And when was the first time you did that?” he wonders sincerely.

“I… maybe like-”

“Honesty only, baby, I’m warning you.”

His chilling words struck a chord inside you. “I think it was the day b-before we met.”

“That’s what I like to hear, slut.”

Within a blink of an eye, he’s thrown back the covers and at the edge of the bed. Jaehyun yanks you down the bed by your ankles until your ass is nearly hanging off the sheets. It takes only a split second for him to haul your shirt over your head and flings it somewhere in the shadows. Spreading your legs further than you’ve spread them before, he cracks a greedy smile. His dark eyes look you up and down. He hasn’t even started filling you up and yet, you can already imagine how he’ll wear your body out and preemptively feel the soreness awaiting you tomorrow.

“Gonna fuck you so hard just how you like it. That’s all I could think of since you sent me that video before I picked you up from the airport two weeks ago.” He bows down to capture your lips in a searing, sloppy kiss for a dozen seconds then pulls away.

“What does that video have to-” your words dissolve into a half pained and half pleasured sob as he sinks his hard cock inside you all at once.

Your throbbing walls hug his length so perfectly that his moan echoes around his room. He feels snug inside you, like you’re nice and full having your stretched heat plugged full of him. “Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good. A naughty slut like you should be proud, you’re way better than I imagined when you sent me that video of you fucking yourself in the shower.”

“fuck...oh my god. I didn’t mean to send that to you, Jaehyun,” you squeak. If only you had had a reason to text him these past few weeks, you would've seen the damned self-made pornographic text in your messages but instead, you had religiously avoided him. "I had no idea that-" you try to explain the misunderstanding before his hand closes over your throat. He squeezes the sides of your neck, providing you with enough oxygen so you won’t pass out.

“Whack me anywhere if I press too hard, baby,” he tells you, voice laced with compassion he hasn’t shown you once tonight.

You do your best attempt at nodding your head before closing your eyes and enjoying every rough thrust he has to offer. Squelching, lewd noises that come from pumping in and out of you rapidly fill the air. Beads of exhaustion halo around his hairline, putting in maximum effort to fuck you harder than he has ever before and every inch where your skin meets the others sticks together from sweat coating it. He hoists your body up differently, your lower back now levitating above the mattress a few inches for him to stuff a big pillow underneath you. Then he presses your knees to your chest and hits your favorite spot deep inside you repeatedly at an unbelievable rate. He assigns the hand that’s not choking you to abusing your clit with an aggressive speed, leaving your body with no choice but to jerk back and forth by reflex and distorting your vision with the oversensitivity’s influence.

Time passes by in a haze and you have no idea how long it takes you to feel the knots tying in your abdomen again. You whimper as loud as you can manage and he searches your face for any panicked signs of stopping. He watches in wonder as your lips part, eyelids flutter, brow furrows and twitches and takes this as a cue to rub your swollen clit harder and rock inside you at the most ferocious pace he can muster. Releasing the strict hold on your throat, he delivers a few strong spanks to the upper backside of your thighs, snickering when you yelp. He then anchors that hand to the side of your waist and tightly clamps down on your skin to hold you in place and fuck you just the right way you deserve.

You feel a throbbing ache in your core, indicating another overwhelming wave of bliss is knocking at your door, about ready to burst. You can’t manage to keep your fucked out noises from escaping your hoarse throat. It takes all of the last remaining battery life to softly cry out, “I’m yours to use up whenever you want, Jaehyun,” exactly like you remember from that older video he must've been referring to.

As you peak, squeezing your eyes shut and spasming erratically, you hear him groan, “I’m yours too, y/n.” You hold onto the tight, heated sensation for as long as possible with aid from Jaehyun’s persistent thrusts and sensitive stimulation. The moment you feel like you’ve mostly recovered he orders, “get on your fucking knees, whore.”

Quickly doing as you’re told, you drop to the ground, sitting up straight, and rocking back on your heels. You hold your mouth wide open for him to do as he pleases with it. Jaehyun grabs the back of your head with both hands and thrusts himself inside your mouth. Going down your throat in one swift motion, you gag on his cock, choking momentarily before bobbing your head as best you can manage. You look up at him with watery eyes as your jaw painfully extends for his pleasure.

"God, I love your mouth, baby."

You lethargically hum at Jaehyun's praise and wind your arms around his thighs. He shoots his cum mostly down your throat not 10 seconds later while an unrestrained croak rumbles up his own throat. Once he's emptied into your mouth completely, he gingerly pulls you off of him. His thumbs stroke your tear stained cheeks affectionately. A salty, bitter taste coats your mouth as some remaining cum sits in the middle of your tongue. He grins, marveling at how you open your mouth to show him what’s left of himself then swallow gladly because who in their right mind would spit Jaehyun's cum out. Helping you up from the floor, you lick the corners of your lips.

Jaehyun lays back against a few pillows he squishes between himself and the wall at the head of his bed. He waits until both of your lungs have caught a majority of the oxygen generally required for human survival before speaking. “So, y/n... do you really expect me to believe you sent that video by accident?”

You roll your eyes at his insinuation, giggling softly as you crawl up the bed. His charming dimples make an appearance alongside a fond, lopsided smirk. He finally made you laugh- a feat he severely doubted to accomplish so soon. He lifts the blankets up for you to wiggle your way underneath them and into his lap. You're embraced by his muscular arms, the flowery fragrance of fabric softener and his clean-scented cologne that sticks to the navy sheets.

“Well, it’s more believable than traffic that makes you an hour late," you tease, craning your neck around to plant one last kiss on Jaehyun's lips.

!!! I'm fucking siked about Favorite !! i wanted to write a Jaehyun vampire au but i couldn't fit it in quick enough for this comeback so i'm settling with this i guess ?

stream love talk & *Favorite*

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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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No fighting at Christmas

Tom Holland x pregnant!reader

Summary: You and Tom get into a fight right before your family are due to come and stay for Christmas. But all is quickly resolved when your emotions finally topple over and lead you to make up

Word count - 4261

Warnings - pregnant!reader, little angst, language

A/n - i got this idea watching santa clause 3, not sure how much i like it though :(

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You and Tom were usually the perfect couple. And when Christmas time rolled around no one ever wanted to be near you for the pure fact that you were just too coupley to be near. Or at least that was the excuse Tom’s brothers always gave you.

This year you’d thought wouldn’t be much different, only the PDA was going to be a thousand times worse. This time around you were sporting a very large pregnancy bump that Tom hadn’t been able to get enough of and he didn’t plan on giving that up just because your family was coming. He wanted everyone to know how in love with his wife he was.

But the reality of it was that this year was going to be very different, and not in a good way. For the past few days you’d been fighting.

It began as a petty fight. Tom had been doing stuff around the house and for some reason, with your heightened emotions, it was just aggravating you. At first you’d asked him kindly to stop and he’d promised he would, but a few minutes would pass by and he was back on his feet doing it all over again. When you more aggressively called him out on it he probably should’ve let it slide, he knew you were very easily irritated this far into your pregnancy, but he had such a short fuse. He snapped at you before he even registered what he’d said.

That then escalated into a fight that only got worse as it went on and on. It was about nothing important and you wished one of you would’ve just given it up, it was barely less than a week until Christmas and the two of you couldn’t even stand to look at each other, that wasn’t going to go down well when your family showed up if all wasn’t resolved.

»»——⍟——««

The first night you made him sleep on the couch after having locked him out of the room to wallow in your own regret of everything you’d said. Locking him out probably wasn’t going to help in that sense but if you looked at him for too long you’d feel an overwhelming sense of guilt that you didn’t know how to act on. You were just too upset to think rationally at that point, so although you shouldn’t have, you both went to bed angry that night.

Tessa didn’t like it any more than either of you did. She preferred the nights when her parents slept in the same bed together so she could sleep at their feet feeling nothing but content. It was usually bad for her when Tom was working but right now knowing you were both in the house and she still couldn’t have you both just made everything worse. In true girl power fashion, she chose to stick beside you that night, leaving your husband to huff and puff by himself on the couch.

Day two was just as bad as the first, maybe slightly better. You avoided each other for most of the day, exiting a room if he entered, keeping yourself in one place most of the day so he’d know to leave you alone and you didn’t have to see him. It was bad, you were both aware that it wasn’t good, but you were too stubborn to be the first to apologise.

Then came the inevitable sleeping situation. This time you’d left the bedroom door open so he assumed it was okay to sleep in his own bed tonight. It’s not that you were caving, you just honestly felt better knowing he was beside you. Plus he was like a human heater when he slept, which always helped in the chilly winter months. So that night he slept beside you, as far on his side of the bed as he could, considering you couldn’t exactly do it yourself due to your bump.

You did have a slight moment somewhere in the middle of the night. The weight of carrying your baby inside you all day had grown too much for your body, and now your back was hurting, feet aching and swollen and you couldn’t possibly get comfy. Being so far pregnant was not at all fun. You let out the quietest cry of frustration that you could, though Tom still heard it and felt his heart split in two. Your husband took pity on you, a loud sigh escaping his lips to let you know he wasn’t happy about this, before he curled himself around you, piling up pillows in a way that would relieve some of the pain.

“Thank you,” you whispered, placing your hand over his across your belly so he couldn’t retreat back to the opposite side of the bed. You bit back any hesitation you had at talking to him, deciding you could have peace just for a little while. “Please stay, just for tonight.”

He hummed, accepting what you wanted. He may still be mad at you but he still loved you more than anything. You were carrying his child, the least he could do was make sure you were comfortable even when you were fighting. With the confirmation that he wasn’t going to leave you in the night you could fall asleep rather quickly, embracing his warmth and touch.

But all too soon you were back to the cold, hostile atmosphere and you hated it. But that still didn’t mean you were going to be the first to apologise.

»»——⍟——««

That same day was the day your family was arriving. You’d spent most of your morning making sure everything was tidy and ready for them to be there, while your husband had been getting the boxes of Christmas decorations out, ready to put up. It was late to decorate but you’d insisted on waiting until you could do it with everyone. It was meant to all be a part of your big family led Christmas, but now it wasn’t going to be as pleasant as you hoped.

You were sorting the last of the laundry that had been left around the house before your guests arrived. The two of you were in the same room for once and surprisingly you hadn’t been arguing, but you knew the tension between you both would snap eventually.

Your mother would probably sniff it out the second she arrived anyway.

“Tom?” you muttered, stopping your actions and setting your hands on the underneath of your belly for comfort. That was a habit you’d developed over the months of your pregnancy. He hummed, barely lifting his head from his phone to glance at you. “Can we please just not fight while my family is here?” There was a deep frown on your face. He hated being the cause of it, cursing his stubborn nature.

He ran his hands through his loose curls, sighing quietly before he mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear, although you were you wouldn’t want to. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

Your frown deepened, watching as he walked out of sight to go and collect some of the last Christmas decorations. You couldn’t help but get a little excited about not being alone with Tom any longer, hopefully other people in the house would be the breath of fresh air you needed. But still you nodded, thanking him silently for complying.

In no time there was that tell-tale knock on the door. Christmas music was playing throughout the house, Tessa toddling around in her little festive jumper making you smile. You headed to answer it, having no idea where Tom was, but that didn’t matter. You pulled it open and were immediately greeted by your mother, the woman stepping forward to squeeze you tightly. “Sweetheart, I missed you so much.”

You chuckled, allowing her to rub her hands over your growing bump she hadn’t seen for a while. Everyone as of late had been doing that and you still weren’t sure how you felt about it. “You’re glowing.”

It certainly didn’t feel like it, but you brushed off the compliment with a grin. Tom must’ve heard the commotion, entering the room with that famous smile on his face that always made your mother swoon. With one last kiss to your cheek she was shifting past you to get to your husband, holding her arms out wide for a hug.

Up until that point your dad and your brothers had busied themself with fussing the little pup wandering around, the girl more than happy to accept all the love she was being offered. It made you smile. But as soon as one of them noticed you were out of the suffocating grasp of your mother, they were practically all tugging you into hugs left and right.

Your youngest brother was first, the seven year old wrapping his tiny arms around your body as well as he could. He straight away dived into an excited rant about pretty much everything that had happened since the last time you saw him, even about how your parents had taken him to see Tom’s new film. The little Spiderman fan was excited to say the least. “That’s awesome, why don’t you go tell him your favourite parts of the movie?”

He had no qualms about it, running as fast as his little legs would allow. He stumbled right into Tom’s sturdy body and you had to hold back a snort at how he nearly knocked the man off of his feet as he took him by surprise. You honestly wished he had.

Ever the moody teen, your other brother was next. He tried to pretend as though he wasn’t excited to meet his niece or nephew soon, he was team nephew, but you could visibly see the way his eyes wouldn’t move from your bump, plus the many questions he asked about your pregnancy. He was always texting you for updates and you and Tom thought it was adorable. His brothers were just as invested as yours.

Your dad was last to pull you into a tight hug, kissing your head sweetly. “Do we still not know if it’s a boy or girl?” You shook your head, pulling an eye roll from him. “I’m still team girl, too many Holland and Y/L/N boys already.”

You chuckled, nodding your head and whispering that you secretly agreed with him, though you couldn’t let the others find that out. Tom must’ve heard though, shuffling over to your dad with a teasing grin as he moved to greet him. “What are you saying about us lads?”

You wasted no time in wanting to get started after their arrival. You let them put their stuff away at least, but you couldn’t waste another minute keeping your thoughts focused on Tom, you needed your attention to be elsewhere or you were going to go crazy. “Okay, let’s start decorating.”

»»——⍟——««

Your mother knew something was wrong when she realised there was a lack of touch between the married couple. Usually you and Tom weren’t shy with the subtle PDA. It was nothing steamy, but his love language was physical touch and he would always have at least a hand on your back, but there’d been none of that since she’d stepped foot in your home hours ago.

She hadn’t mentioned anything yet, she was waiting to get you alone, and it looked like it’d be her lucky day when you shooed the boys out of the house. They were getting on your nerves, complaining every few seconds about having to decorate this and that, so you insisted they go outside to do whatever. “Take Tessa out or something,” you suggested. You saw your youngest brother pout. He loved Tom but he’d only just gotten to see you again and he didn’t want to leave you so fast. “I know bub, but it’s the hormones, I’m more easily irritated.”

If he wasn’t standing so close you would’ve missed the scoff of your husband. A muttered ‘tell me about it’ under his breath. You chose to ignore his comment, keeping your focus on your brother. He reluctantly agreed to leave you when you assured him it’d only be for a little while and he’d get to be with Tom and Tessa. You watched with a smile as the group of them left the house, leaving you in a peaceful atmosphere with your mother to decorate the tree.

For a little while neither of you spoke, enjoying the music and sense of tranquillity your house was emerged in. Though eventually her curiosity got the better of her.

“Y/N?” she questioned. You hummed sweetly, continuing your help to wrap the lights around the tree. She could tell you were distracted and for what she was about to ask she wanted your full attention. Her hand gently laid on your arm, bringing your sole attention to her. “What’s going on with you and Tom?”

You froze in your spot, laughing nervously as you pathetically attempted to brush it off. You couldn’t even pretend like it was nothing. She raised one eyebrow, disapproving of you lying to her. That stern, mother-like look still worked on you even now and you felt like you had no choice but to tell her the truth. “We’re fighting right now. It’s nothing serious.”

You’d hoped your words would be enough to settle her interest in the situation, but you were obviously wrong. She just had to tell you how to fix it.

“Sweetheart, it’s Christmas,” she tried. You nodded, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes at her. “I know, we’ll get over it eventually. One of us just needs to apologise.”

That was about as much as you were willing to talk about it, using your words to shut down the conversation. She just sighed, you were just as stubborn as your dad, so Tom better be ready to get his apology ready sooner or later. “Whatever you say.”

Decorating the tree was one of your favourite parts of the holiday. Looking at it though you had way too many spiderman ornaments in honour of your husband. He really was a child, it was like every time he saw one he couldn’t stop himself from buying it. It made you smile a little bit, but then you reminded yourself of the fight you were in and it was instantly wiped off of your face.

It felt too soon that the men in your life were heading back into the house, letting Tessa loose from her leash. She was understandably excited after her walk. Your brother was too. He was chasing the happy girl around the house, weaving around everyone as best he could. But unfortunately that was what brought you to your breaking point.

It wasn’t entirely his fault. You were already dealing with the weight of Tom’s lack of maturity and the sly comments he’d been muttering all day, even when he’d promised not to while they were here, and with all the emotions from your pregnancy, you just couldn’t handle another thing going wrong. It was all so draining.

What finally tipped you over the edge was when Tessa ended up running right into the Christmas tree. You knew she didn’t mean to, and she wouldn’t understand what she’d done wrong, but the fragile star you’d placed on top of the tree, the silly spiderman themed one Tom had gotten as a gift from a fan a long time ago, shattered across the hardwood floors.

Consequently, so had the dam holding all your emotions together.

“Fuck,” you cursed. Everyone was pretty much frozen. They didn’t know what to do. Three out of five of them were unaware of the conflict going on between you and Tom, so they assumed you were upset over the broken ornament, which led to a teary and apologetic brother of yours. “Y-Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” he rushed out.

You still didn’t say anything, which is when Tom finally chose to step in, calmly calling your name. He assured your brother it had nothing to do with him, ushering the boy away from the broken glass now littering the floor. If you hadn’t been so upset you probably would’ve swooned over how dad-like that action was. He shared one look with your mum and she knew she needed to leave you two alone to work this out. She was in charge of urging your family out of the room.

Neither of you may have apologised but Tom still knew he needed to help, he wanted to help you. You were his wife and the mother of his child, he’d feel awful if he didn’t. “Baby, can you talk to me?”

It was like you were struggling for words, you were just so overwhelmed. “T-The ornament. I-I’m sorry–” you blubbered. He frowned, tugging you into a warm hug. He couldn’t care less about that right now. “Let’s get you sitting down.”

It was a bit of a maze to find a way to avoid all the sharp scatters of the object, but he made it as easy as possible. He had to remember to clean up that mess on the floor. “Careful, don’t want you cutting yourself on any glass.” His voice was so gentle, a huge contrast to what it’d been for the past few days. He guided you over to the couch, helping you to sit down. Everything you argued about had gone out of the window now, it didn’t matter anymore and he could see how petty it was. He could let it go.

He didn’t force you to talk while you sat there, just held you and muttered sweet nothings that would hopefully calm you down. It didn’t seem like it was working all that well, so he switched to making some light hearted jokes to hopefully hear that angelic laughter of yours. It didn’t take long to work, your laugh ringing in his ears weakly. “There she is.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to explode like that I just-”

He shook his head, his large hand cupping your cheek and brushing the tears away with his thumb. “You don’t need to apologise for anything. I’m sorry for the last few days.” You opened your mouth to protest but he wouldn’t let you. “I know it isn’t you, your emotions are out of control and I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you can’t control it.”

You sniffled quietly. “And, all those things you said, did you mean them?” You shouldn’t have been so scared to ask, of course he didn’t mean anything bad. Tom didn’t have a mean bone in his body. “Of course I didn’t. I was just upset because I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.”

That was understandable, damn hormones. “Truce?” you asked tearfully, holding up your pinky for him to make it a promise. He took it happily, leaning forwards to place a loving kiss on your soft lips, one that told you exactly how he felt about you. “Truce.”

»»——⍟——««

After apologising to your family for the scene they witnessed, you got right back into the festive mood, though this time it was much better to be around you and Tom as a couple.

Arguably your teenage brother preferred it when the two of you were fighting, ‘cause now watching Tom wrap himself around your back to kiss at your face was pulling over dramatic gags from him. You didn’t care though, you were getting the Christmas you wanted.

That night was one filled with joy, movie after movie was watched until you couldn’t bear to see another man dressed in a Santa suit on screen. So instead of paying attention to the Grinch stealing away Christmas, you let your eyes just wander around the room at all your loved ones.

Your brothers both looked like they were about to pass out any second, which the older one would deny considering how early in the evening it was, but nonetheless it was adorable. Your dad was cuddling with a sleepy Tess in the armchair and your mother just looked content.

Tom had been holding you in his arms all night, his lips brushing over your forehead every now and then when he felt like he hadn’t been giving you enough love, or when something love related would happen in the film playing and he remembered his own love was here in his arms.

The calm atmosphere mixed with the tiring day you had was making it so much easier to fall asleep, but sleeping on the couch was not ideal. It’s not like Tom would have the guts to wake you up either if he thought you looked so comfortable. So, unfortunately you had to interrupt his bliss. “Think I’m gonna head to bed,” you whispered. He was feeling extra clingy tonight after the last couple days, so he wasn’t planning on letting you go without him. You heard him whine in complaint, tightening his arms around you so you couldn’t leave him. “But they still have to save Christmas.”

You grinned, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly. “We’ve seen it a thousand times. We know they manage it.” He shrugged his shoulders defensively. He could see how tired you looked. “If you’re going then so am I.”

That sounded like a dream after the last two nights you’d had with him. Even though last night you had the pleasure of sleeping in his arms it wasn’t quite the same as the love that would be surrounding you when you slept tonight. You offered your goodnights around, making sure to give out enough hugs so that everyone was satisfied.

Before you were able to head upstairs though your mother gave you a look as if to say she was really glad you’d made up. No one wanted to see their daughter sad at Christmas, not when they knew how happy she usually was this time of year. She secretly had to admit that she was grateful she didn’t have to pick sides. She adored Tom and could never be mad at him, but she couldn’t side against her own child. Now she didn’t have to.

Only back in the comfort of your own room a few minutes later did you notice the snow falling outside. You gasped quietly, dropping Tom’s hand to get a closer look. More had settled on the ground and the tops of the houses than you would’ve expected since you last checked. When the boys went on their walk earlier that day, there was barely any, but at the rate it was coming down you could end up being knee deep or snowed in.

“Look at the snow,” you whispered. Tom was much too mesmerised with you to even care, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “It’s beautiful.”

You could feel his stare on you rather than out of the window of your room and it made you curious. Slowly you turned your head to catch his gaze. You felt your face heat up, shying away from his stare. Even after being together for so long he still made you swoon so easily. “You’re so cheesy,” you muttered. He gave a quick shrug of his shoulders, pressing a few kisses to your skin. “You love it.”

His hands traced your bump lightly, fingers locking with yours against your skin. There was a lingering comfortable silence for a while, the two of you unmoving from your spot in front of the window until the chilly air started to nip at your skin. That was the moment you decided you’d much rather be cuddled in bed with him right now.

“Just think, next Christmas it’s going to be us and our little bub.” The thought brought a smile to your face, your head leaning back against his chest. You couldn’t wait. All your milestones next year would be celebrated with your baby by your side. You got ready for bed quietly, even throwing on the corny couples pyjamas that one of Tom’s brothers had bought you as a joke. They were surprisingly cute and extremely comfortable.

When the two of you were all cosy in each other’s arms in your bed, your head on his bicep like a pillow and tucked under his chin, legs intertwined and his other arm spooning you as his hand splayed across your belly, was when you revisited your conversation. Completely lost in thought. “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”

He could hear the admiration in your tone and it made his heart swell. You always get more sappy at this time of year, it was something he’d learnt upon spending the last few Christmas’ with you. It was actually really adorable, and he didn’t think you knew you even did it. “You think so?” he asked.

You hummed, nuzzling your cheek further into your makeshift pillow as you prepared to drift off. It’s not that you didn’t want to stay up and talk to him, you were just exhausted. “I know you’ll be an incredible mum.”

Your lips curled into a smile, pulling the man’s embrace tighter around you. Hopefully your dreams were going to be filled with ideas like those, of your perfect little family this same time next year. Your little one was going to be a sucker for the season just like their parents. “Merry Christmas, Tommy.”

He shifted his head so he could place a chaste kiss to your temple. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

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rayofsunas · 4 years ago

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s/o goes on a mission with them.

A/n: so, as you may or may not have seen by my recent “updates” I’m obsessed with genshin, and I’m pretty sure for one day I played for a solid 5 hours- my eyes hurt pls. but I did miss writing, I’ve just been unmotivated and busy with college stuff (mainly stressing, I haven’t even started my essay yet shh). n e ways, here’s an update, I hope this quenches your thirst 🙊

Summary: s/o goes on a mission with them.

Parings: Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader (all with a fem reader)

Warnings: crack, swearing, worrying Teyvat bois

Word count: 1.7k

Kaeya

when you’re assigned to be on a mission just the two of you, you assume he’s happy, and don’t get me wrong, he totally is!

usually you’re never on missions together, deciding it was better that way because you both get distracted (you realized after marrying, space was always nice too, space was healthy)

though the decision mainly came about because you two good around a lot... and other things 😏

no but deep down he’s worried when you go on this mission together, it’s been a while since the two of you have, a little too long, and the nerves came back

he’s always worried whenever you go on missions, and sure he’ll always be there to protect you when he’s with you (not that you need it) but anything can happen

sure taking out a bunch of Hilichurls was deemed easy, especially together, but he still worried

he never said a word about it though, he’d always keep a watchful eye on you (he does have a reputation to keep after all)

“Ya know, you did well today.” You said plopping down beside your husband, using your pyro ability to light the twigs and leaves in front of you.

“Of course I did,” he boasted, eye lighting up in the dark of the night. “What kind of Knight would I be if I hadn’t, babe.”

You groaned in annoyance, this was the ever so haughty husband you knew.

“Please, I could’ve easily wiped your ass if it weren’t for the fact that we haven’t been paired together in a while; I forgot about your skill.” You teased. The cryo user glared at you.

“Skill? Surely, I have more than one.” He snipped teasingly. Your head shook, feigning innocence. “Are you sure?” A hum sounded in your throat. “I couldn’t tell... Maybe if you hadn’t been staring holes into me every time I used my sword, I could see your progression.”

Kaeya visibly tensed, but he tried to make it go unnoticed, you saw his shoulders raise slightly.

“Hmm?” You laughed wholeheartedly.

“Don’t ‘hmm’ me, mister.”

Despite having been caught, a grin spread across his face, he was enjoying your teasing tonight it seemed.

“There’s a reason we don’t go on missions together, but, I did have fun with you today, despite the worrying part.”

Diluc

um, the ever so stoic and emotionless fire boy is WORRIED AF

and he accidentally lets it show

he’s totally fine if you’re only going against a few low-rank Hilichurls and Slime, but against any of the Hypostasis’s, he’s worried for your wellbeing (after a few days of trying to beat one of the Hypostasis’s I finally did, APPLAUD ME PLS, I was crying)

the very first mission you went on together, the job was done quickly and without much trouble, but before and after, he would not stop asking you if you would like to be escorted back to the Knights headquarters

he said it was his duty to protect any and every Mondstadt Citizen

you knew he was also just particularly worried about you

despite being worried, he is happy you’re here, though wishes it were under different circumstances other than battle

he rarely sees you, so it’s a nice change to be placed on a mission together instead of alone, you missed each others company

BUT HE’S STILL WORRIED

“I’m a Knight of Favonius, I don’t particularly need to be escorted back, I appreciate your concern though.” Poor Diluc, the face he made looked like pure defeat, you used the Knight of Favonius card on him. And yes, you were capable, but he did know a certain Knights of Favonius Captain who he loathed a little too much,

“That’s why I’m worried.”

You scoffed at his jab, though it didn’t necessarily hurt too much.

“Please, I can handle myself. We’re not all like Captain Kaeya, but even then give him some credit!”

“I know you’re more than capable but-”

”No buts! Let me do what I know how, please. Or else I could slip up, and then actually put myself in danger.”

“Okay...” You nodded, sending a soft thanks to your lover's way, but he just stared at you before muttering, “But let me escort you back to Mondstadt.”

👁 👄 👁

“I’m sorry, did you hear a word I just said?”

“I see your skills darling, but-” He paused, noticing how your arms folded across your chest. You were annoyed. “I’d much prefer if you took care of the greatest battle of all; Kaeya.”

“Kaeya does not need my assistance.”

“He’s probably in a ditch somewhere, and it would be much appreciated by Jean if we did not leave him to rot there,” Diluc explained.

You had seen Kaeya earlier, and yes although he usually frequented the bars and whatnot, he was surprisingly sober. He hadn’t promised he would stay that way, but it would take hours for said man to get completely drunk to the point where he was immobile. You had only left Mondstadt four hours ago.

“Amber can find him. She did last time,” He watched in disbelief as you sauntered off towards the hill in front of you, dead set on continuing your mission. “Come on I see an Electro Hypostasis ahead.”

“Also, you could’ve just said you were worried about me, instead of trying to send me back home! Kaeya is fine, worrywart.”

Xiao

it’s not that he’s worried about you and it’s not that he shouldn’t be worried either

he can be both given the right moment

the only reason he doesn’t want you going with him is because he claims he focuses better on missions alone

you could understand where he was coming from, but you would’ve liked to have gone with him when he first left

you mentioned going on a mission with him in Liyue the night before he locked you in your Liyue Harbor Guesthouse room

you were still asleep when he’d snuck out and had found a note in the sheets where he’d previously been sleeping hours ago

it read, went on a quick mission, be back soon. - Xiao

...one of the cleaning ladies had come to your rescue after seeing various lounge chairs from the hallway stacked and pushed against the door (she was supposed to clean the room that morning after having seen Xiao leaving, figuring it was empty to begin cleaning)

she was shocked to see you hurriedly throwing your shoes on and grabbing your spear, confused obviously

she’d asked if you were being held against your will or if you were in danger, but you’d dashed off before you could give her an answer

eventually after asking a few Liyue Harbor Merchants, you were able to get a rough estimate as to where your boyfriend went

when you finally caught up to him, out of breath, he was somewhat shocked to see you

“Hey!” You called after the ancient man, watching with glee as he turned around with wide eyes. “Locking me in the room seriously?”

“I didn’t think you’d catch up. I left hours ago.”

“I thought so too. But one of the Merchants gave me a shortcut to your destination.”

“Interesting.” He said, hand going to his chin in thought.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?!”

“Interesting.” You mocked

He stared blankly, without a doubt the gears working in his brain, spinning and ticking at an unbelievable rate.

“No, one more thing... How did you get out of the room? I barricaded it.”

👁 👄 👁

Scaramouche

you better be someone who can handle yourself, and you probably are, or else he would not be able to stand being with you romantically AT ALL

he’s had you practice with him, just to show him what you’re capable of, before he ever allowed you to travel with him

after deeming you a worthy opponent, he decided you would fair well with him

he would’ve never allowed you to come if he knew you’d be a burden, slow him, or get hurt

after you proved yourself, he does not doubt you so he’s not going to be worried at all

he’s only worried if you start slowing him down, then he’ll think you’re incompetent to be traveling together

if you slow him down, you’re being sent home, no questions asked

though because he does love you, you receive a bit of a less severe punishment for doing something wrong on a mission

he may ask you once or twice to keep up with him, or take your enemies out without less hesitation, but that’s if he feels particularly generous, most of the times he’s harsh and will not tolerate your mistakes, no chances given

fortunately for you, he felt extremely generous today

It was truly evident that you were slowly pissing off the sixth Harbinger and he was losing his patience with you. Yet you continued flirting with him to get a rise out of said man (yeah, same); he often reacted, and you enjoyed it when he did. You liked seeing him react and appear differently than always being so uptight and mean.

It was a common belief that he often traveled with a young woman, who had Pyro for a vision, and she was strong but often loved to distract and tease her fellow Harbinger. You were not so surprisingly, that young woman.

“Keep up, I won’t ask you again.”

Today, you were on a mission together which wasn’t rare, but your other mission was to piss him off as much as you could. So, you purposely walked behind him, very slow. Pretending to take in the chilly scenery of Snezhnaya, although you had seen it thousands of times, acting as if it was something new.

“You said that the last two times.” You said, cheerfully laughing to yourself when you heard him growl lowly. He didn’t pay any mind to your retort but began showing more signs that he was aggravated.

He hissed, “There’s not much to admire, you can barely see.” Yes, he was right, he’d caught onto your antics very fast, but that didn’t matter.

“As I said, if you keep slowing me down, I’ll continue without you.” Your eyes rolled. Would he?

“Leaving a member of the Harbinger behind wouldn’t be very honorary, but if I must, I will.”

A pout took shape on your lips. “Please, you wouldn’t leave your lovely girlfriend out here to freeze would you?”

“You have pyro abilities, you would fair just fine.”

“Hmm... I suppose so, but I’d get lonely.”

“Then be quiet and walk faster.”

1.13.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader

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freakiish · 4 years ago

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When Hating You Feels Good for the Night

I am in a hate relationship with Vinnie right now

Smut

Vinnie Hacker is the most aggravating person I know. He’s so beyond cocky. He knows that he’s so attractive and girls just fall at his feet, he uses it to his advantage all the time. Posting thirst traps to boost his ego further. Getting away with things by victim blaming his supporters. He makes my blood boil.

Just now, looking at him put on his little act for Alex’s camera is killing me. I want nothing more than to smack him across the face. Living with this every day is absolute torture. “Are you okay y/n?” Kouvr asks. “Fine.” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to go outside and get as far away from this house as possible for some air. It was quiet outside, not cold but slightly windy making me chilly. I stop at a little concrete spot quite a bit away from the house to sit down.

The sky is pretty tonight, one of the only times I’ve ever been able to see the stars in LA. My peace and quiet is interrupted by foot steps behind me, someone wrapping a jacket around my shoulders. I look up to see Vinnie, I roll my eyes. “I came out here to get away from you.” He chuckles lowly, “you’ll never get away from me, princess.” “Don’t call me princess.” “Or what?” I look up again to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Go to hell Hacker.” He sits down next to me, “what did I ever do to you huh?” “Believe it or not not everyone needs to be wrapped around your finger Vincent.” It’s quiet for a minute. “You’re a fucking brat you know that?” My heart is beating so fast I could swear I’m having a heart attack. I yell, “who the fuck do you think you are Vi-“ I’m cut off by his big, ringed hand around my throat pulling me in until our faces are inches apart and my eyes go wide. “No. Who the fuck do you think you are?” He says through gritted teeth.

He crashes his lips onto mine and I forget how to breathe. “You need me to fuck some sense into you right here y/n?” I don’t know what to say. As much as I want to flip him off and go back to the house, I feel myself getting more aroused at the thought of what could happen if I stay.

I slam my lips back onto his and straddle his lap. My hands travel all over his body while his lay still on the back of my thighs. I slowly grind down on him letting small moans escape my lips. He pushes me off him, “lay the fuck down.” I do as he says and lay myself down on the cold ground. “Strip.” I take my clothes off in a matter of seconds. “For someone who hates me so much you’re very eager aren’t you?” “Shut up,” I say then his hand slaps my face making me gasp, he squeezes my face in his hand making me look at him. “Watch your mouth fucking whore.” My nipples are hard from the mixture of the cold air and my arousal, his hands go down to pinch them in his fingers. He caresses me up and down stopping at the top of my pubic bone teasingly. “I don’t even know if I should touch you. Should I just leave you out here naked like the slut you are?” He slaps me on my face again, “Answer me,” he demands. “I..I-please touch me.” I can barely talk, he smiles at me, spreading my legs with his hands. He leans down close to my face, “You need to learn some respect you fucking brat.” His middle finger finding my pussy and rubbing it up and down making me gasp. My hand grabs onto his forearm for support while he teases me. He brings his fingers up to my mouth, “suck.” I take his fingers in my mouth looking him in the eyes while I suck on them. “Fuck such a dirty little girl, who would’ve thought.” He takes his fingers out of my mouth bringing them back down to my pussy and slowly slipping in two fingers. His cold fingers make me arch my back up and moan. His other hand covers my mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. It’s hard for me to keep my composure as he fingers me. “Are you gonna cum on my fingers princess?” I nod my head vigorously as I can feel the build up in my lower stomach. “Keep your legs open go ahead and cum for me.” And I’m letting go all over his fingers, and I can’t stop my body from moving around.

Vinnie let’s go of my mouth and I let out a loud groan. My body convulsing as I lay helpless on the cement. Vinnie brings himself down in between my legs, “need to get a taste.” I look down and our eyes lock as he brings his mouth down to my pussy licking it up. My mouth opens wide and my hands go to his hair as he starts sucking on my clit. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan. “Fuck Vinnie.” “You like that? Dirty little brat I shouldn’t even be pleasuring you.” He smacks my thigh. Both of my hands grip at his hair as he eats me out like his life depends on it. I can feel my orgasm building up again. “Holy fuck Vinnie I’m going to cum again.” He stops briefly, “yeah? Cum for me again whore.” I let go and it feels even better than the first time. I hold Vinnie’s face down as I shake and moan coming down from my high. Vinnie comes up and I’m breathless. I see my juices glistening around his mouth and nose as he grabs me by the back of the neck crashing our lips together.

He gets up and takes his shirt off and I look him up and down. His bulge is prominent in his tight pants and that only makes my pussy throb more. “I’m going to fuck that little slutty mouth, get on your knees.” I get up on my knees as he’s undoing the zipper on his pants. Taking his dick out I can see all the precum on his tip. He’s so big it’s intimidating. I take his cock and lick the precum off looking up at him. I wrap my hand around the base spitting on his dick then taking him in my mouth slowly. I start to bob my head faster. “Shit,” he throws his head back. Taking his big hands he pulls my hair out of my face settling them on the back of my head. He looks down at me as I take more and more of him down my throat. “Come on princess no hands.” I remove my hand from his dick and he starts fucking up into my mouth. He pushes his dick all the way into my throat making me gag around him. My eyes water and he pulls out letting threads of my saliva fall down my chin.

“Bend over bitch,” Vinnie says, I put my ass up in the air and his hands connect with it hard making me yelp. “Always such a bitch,” and another smack, one after another until I’m crying out “Vinnie please it hurts.” “Oh does it whore?” One more hard smack to my already throbbing ass and he rubs over my cheeks planting a soft kiss to each.

He takes his dick rubbing it around on my pussy, slowly pushing in the tip. “Fuck Vinnie.” He pushes in all the way letting me adjust to his size. He starts to move and I begin to rock back and forth with him. He grabs my hips “hold still,” he pounds into me hard and I’m a moaning mess. “Shit that pussy feels so good,” “Vinnie I’m going to cum again fuck,” I’m starting to feel overstimulated. “Again? Dirty little girl.” I cum again clenching hard on his cock buckling my legs. “Fuck clench that pussy so good.” He stops fucking me and I back up on him using him to finish.

Vinnie flips me over. Looking into my mascara stained eyes he puts his dick back in me. “Fucking whore.” “Look at me while I destroy that pussy,” he says making me cry out. I’m so overstimulated I don’t know if I can take much more. He presses his thumb down to my sensitive clit making me squeal. “Fuck Vinnie I can’t take anymore I can’t take it,” I cry. “You’re gonna take it slut. Look at you, hating me so bad. I’m sure you don’t hate me with my dick in you brat, huh?” “No V-I’m gonna” Vinnie rubs my clit harder pulling out of me as I cum hard all over him. “Fuck look at the mess you made.” He slaps his dick on my pussy and pushes back into me. “My turn doll.” He grabs me by the throat. “Gonna cum in you princess. Gonna let you fucking know who you’re talking to with that attitude brat, fuck” he’s pounding into me relentlessly. “Shit,” he cums deep inside me. Our mouths part open as he continues to fuck his cum in me.

He pulls out and rolls over. Our chests heaving up and down as we look up at the sky. Almost forgetting we are outside on the ground. “You fucking squirted all over me.” He laughs. I look at him and I can’t help but smile. I smack his chest. He gets dressed and helps me get dressed because I am so burnt out. He helps me up. I hiss at the pain on my whole lower half. He laughs again. “What’s so funny Hacker?” “Oh nothing.” He scoops me up in his arms to carry me making it easier on my sore body. “You still hate me?” I get close to his ear, “more than you’ll ever know, Vincent.”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker smut

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horanghoe · 4 years ago

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warm milk & honey - SKZ fic

A/N: I just realised I forgot Han ^ I am screaming

Pairing: OT7/reader

Rating: PG friendly (with a friendly warning of poly / multiple person relationship).

Genre: POLY!SKZ / Fluff / Very slight angst & mentions of bad sleep patterns.

Word Count: 3.6k exactly, my doods

Summary: A restless night, ultimately remedied by your sweet baby man angel boys. Or alternatively: Istg if Jisung makes one more weird noise imma end this man’s whole life no cap, Binnie hold me back -

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Tonight wasn’t working out quite as you had expected.

To be honest, it was fucking shit.

Well, the night itself was okay. In terms of activities. An evening in with your boyfriend, Chan.

Just you two versus the world. The poor boy was so tired that honestly, it had only consisted of a walk through the park to grab snacks, and returning to the empty dorm to laze around the whole evening. A Netflix date with some *ahem* late night fun to settle you both into a deep, restful state.

It was brilliant, fantastic. Until it wasn’t.

Until you lay painfully awake in his bed and suffocated in the dark silence and space between you. It wasn’t Chan’s fault; the obnoxious whirring of electronics made your head spin, tiny flashing lights and minute feelings of unease at the cupboard door leaning open; all made it virtually impossible to sleep.

It was too cold. Too hot. You were so comfortable, melted into the mattress. But it was swallowing you and your claustrophobia was starting to make you twitch. Moving off of your angelic boy’s limbs, you shimmied to the cooler side of the bed.

He stirred a little, before settling on turning away, onto his side. Phew. At least you hadn’t woken him. It wasn’t like you were trying to be selfish, but fuck. This was insufferable.

Every time you looked at the clock you were sure it slowed down - balls, at this point it could’ve skipped back an hour and you wouldn’t have batted an eye. Mostly because if they weren’t checking the clock, they were staring dead straight up at the ceiling.

Eh. Ugh. Fuck. I can’t sleep.

That’s all your brain could think. Stuck - monotone and on a never-ending loop.

It seemed like everything you had ever thought was swimming around in your brain like some kind of primordial juice. Feelings and emotions swelling and bloating in your belly until they settled.

And then a car passed outside, and everything started to swell up again.

Chan was on his side, turned away and peacefully gaining some shut-eye. He was only lightly sleeping though, that much you could tell. His body gently lifting, then falling with breath. Like you; he often struggled to sleep deeply, usually not lasting very long when he did manage to.

You were so pissed.

How dare he sleep. And look so good doing it. Even just his bareback looked hot as shit - here you were, a messy, greasy big toe wrestling with your stupid ape brain to shut off the useless brain thoughts, next to this slice of heaven - just, ugh existing so perfectly.

“Oh my god, this is torture.” You cursed quietly into the dead space.

Maybe the frustration was all from hormones?

Nah, fuck that. Feminism and all that jazz. That’s just part of the human condition, babycakes. Happens to the best of us, unfortunately.

No, what it was, was the constant whirring coming from the TV screen and Felix’s PlayStation tower and large monitor. The tiny little flashes, whirrs, huffs from the fan and rotating lights. It was driving you abhorrently insane. FUCK.

“Chan? Channie, baby, are you awake?.” You whispered into the air. His breath faltered a little, stirred mostly by your movement to groan, gruff and flip the duvet off your hot, sticky body. Gentle though you tried to be, it was still enough to wake his fuzzy brain.

“Chan, please. I’m sorry babe but that TV is driving me fucking insane.” Your voice was too alert and frustrated for him not to stir. His heart panged a little at the distress laced in your tone.

“Please, Channie. I’m so sorry…”

He rolled on his back to look at you. Slowly, and with much effort. He groaned softly before wiping his eyes and leaving his arms above his head.

“Hey.” He whispered, warmly smiling.

“Don’t be sorry – can you not sleep again, baby girl?” Chan asked softly, watching you sit stiffly upright. His deep voice made your heart flutter, nodding as he groaned. He smiled despite any resentment you may have allowed him to feel. Resting his warm palm against your rib as he muttered a response - you excused his fumbled words for definition - so tired he was barely able to keep his eyes open.

“You can turn it off, yeah?” Chan sighed.

What he meant was ‘You know how and where to turn it off, without messing up the whole system like last time, right?’. You nodded quickly, squeezing his bicep lightly before slipping from the exposed mattress.

Dashing up to scramble behind the low TV unit and find the one wire to end it all. Your infernal pain that was.

He watched you, letting his eyes rest occasionally. Truth was, you looked so beautiful to him when you were concentrating on something. For example, pulling out the HDMI cord triumphantly. And holding in a small squeal (scream), of relief when the high pitched buzzing cut out with a slight electronic fuzz. He chuckled, not missing your little feet pattering in step with a tiny little victory pump.

“Yes. Fuck. The noise, it’s gone!” Chan chuckled softly, keeping his arm outstretched until you landed beside him. Pulling you toward him, under the covers.

“Yeah, you really got that wire Y/N. Showed it who’s the boss, huh?” His tired enthusiasm outweighed his sarcasm, owning a soft kiss to the cheek as you clambered over the bed, only to flop with a weighted sigh straight down onto his shoulder.

He giggled, smiling with a yawn as he tucked his arm against your ribs, tucking you up against his chest in a bearhug.

You fell asleep quickly; soft breaths and just the presence of Chan's being, enough to satiate the gnawing ache in the back of your brain.

And it was peaceful. Restful. Warm, and so pleasant.

Until it wasn’t.

Turns out tonight wasn’t your night. The clock read 1:28 am – and the boys were due to come home from practice any moment now. To be honest they were pretty late.

Chan had originally had the day off, hence the chance for you to be led here in his arms. But you were starting to think it really hadn’t made that much of a difference.

It wasn’t just the high pitched whirring that had aggravated you, but now the uncomfortable heat radiating from Chan's body. The small whoosh of cool air against your neck at any vehicle that passed by. Or just the evening breeze. You groaned softly, dropping your head back to Chan’s chest with a soft thud, lulling back into a light and unrestful sleep.

Ten minutes or so passed. Waking from a fuzzy dream, you were disorientated. The worst dreams always happened in short little bursts. Like little hellish fever dreams.

The clock now read 1:39 am and the time between minutes was becoming unbearable. Too long to bear . You had to move. Speak. Scream. Cry. Kick. Do something.

Peeling off Chan’s arm, and replacing yourself with a large fluffy pillow, you left your lover to rest. You dread to think that it would be able to replace you, but hey, at least it wouldn’t move like one big fat sweaty ferret, right?

Sigh. Sad times.

You abandoned Chan for the disgustingly bright hallway. Seeking new comforts, from whoever would take you. The boys were home; noises of beings floating down the hall, past Chan’s room.

By the time you had gathered the strength to rise off the bed though – blinking away the stars and excited little lines in your vision and raising enough chi to move your soul, and body upwards off of the bed – an inkling of tiredness was starting to itch into your consciousness.

You ached to be held. Loved.

You weren’t sleepy enough to get back into his bed though. Though; you missed Chan’s body as soon as you had tumbled yourself away from it.

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Fetching your favourite fluffy square pillow and putting on one of Chan’s big shirts, you padded out and into the hallway. The door closed behind you with a soft putt, pillow tight against your belly.

The tired but comfortingly loud voices of your other lovers were coming from the kitchen.

You wobbled forward, groaning to yourself as your thighs began to ache. Just from being alive, you guessed. Your thighs tingled your skin into little chilly goosebumps, a shiver sparking down your spine.

Maybe the heat of Chan’s bed wasn’t so bad, you began to consider. Before a voice echoed down to where you were slowly walking from.

“Ya – hold up, I’ll grab my jumper then we can watch that stupid shit-film you were on about earlier?” You heard Jisung shout over the kitchen to the boys gathered on the sofa.

The boys muttered some form of agreement and before you could process it, the firm but soft body of Han Jisung had swung right around the corner and straight into your zombie path.

Being conscious, and not half-dead like you, he was able to stop abruptly in front of you and step back a little. The shock of a body blocking his path was quickly masked with warm love as he cooed at the sight of you.

“Y/n-ieeeeee look at youuuu~” He whispered loudly, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze you firm against his body.

His presence eased you, despite the chaotic energy he may have appeared to have. He was just one big squirrel with muscles. The perfectly-right size to pull you against him, your neck flopping so skin met skin, cheek to shoulder in that white sleeveless shirt of his.

You melted into his caring touch, groaning when he gave a squeeze and actually, not hating how firmly he held you. For a moment, he seemed to be just quietly accepting your unspoken words. Night-long grief expressed in the way you clung to him.

Eventually, he asked the inevitable questions, though.

“Baby, why aren’t you asleep? Hmm, pretty? It’s like, 2 am already!” He exclaimed softly, somewhat conscious of Chan’s sleeping presence down the hall. And your zombie-eardrums.

You couldn’t answer, instead, you let him pull you away so he could peer down at your head against his shoulder. The pillow was a soft barrier between you, though he removed it to place it softly on the floor.

“As cute as you look in Chan’s top right now, baby, this hallway is pretty cold. Gosh damn, your legs are shaking so much. How long have you been standing out here princess? Let’s get you warmed up, yeah?” He squeezed you against him once more - rubbing his warm palms against your trembling, shivering thighs.

As he stood back up you groaned again, reluctant to articulate how badly you just wanted to be softly touched. Not aggressively rubbed. Even if you appreciated the notion, it was cutely awkward. Your expression made him laugh softly, tucking hair behind your ear and placing a kiss on your cheek, head, forehead.

“You okay though? Wanna come sit with us?” You nodded quickly, body flopping into his hold as soon as his arms went to lift you. Your head rested on his shoulder, Jisung’s body dipping to lift you and wrap your knees around his hips. He was such a careful, sweet baby boy.

“Ya – come on you big baby, you. Who do you want to be delivered too for the meantime, huh? I gotta go change out of my gym stuff.”

“Hyunjin-ah... please...” You mumbled airily. Despite how unused your voice was, it was sweet as honey. He smiled, responding with a soft “Sure" before turning back to where he had come from. Heart warmed by the opportunity to care for you, even if for just a moment.

And even though he was a bit sticky – and the thought ‘yuck' registered quickly in your half-conscious brain – you didn’t mind the smell. Or the languid way he carried you.

You nuzzled against his neck, groaning once more as his entrance was announced to the room. A loud “Han Jisung's Special Delivery Service!” was projected, I.N. slipping by with a quick ruffle of your hair before moving to turn down the hall, into his room. The boys looked up at the noise and your entrance into the room, immediately softened by the sight.

You, entirely snuggled against a buoyant Jisung, that held you so carefully against his chest. Messy hair tucked under his chin; your eyes were puffy, sore, and barely open as he came into the centre of the soft-lit room.

“Nawww – cuuuutieeee~” Changbin cooed, Lee Know giggling as Seungmin stepped forward to kiss your cheek, sweetly brushing hairs away from your face. The proximity to Jisung didn’t seem to spook his intimacy.

Your eyes fluttered close from the embrace, Seungmin smiling to himself at his ability to soothe you. Even just a little.

“That’s a funny looking jumper, Ji.” Seungmin quipped, before adding a quick “Hi Y/N.” With a small squeeze of your cheek, before heading toward the kitchen.

“Hyunjin-ah you have a special request delivery here, where shall I put her?” Jisung questioned, approaching the sofa nimbly.

Hyunjin smiled, shuffling a little before holding out his arms, patting his lap.

“Right here~” you heard, before feeling gravity weigh at your back. You got off early, aided by Jisung and Hyunjin’s hands on your hips. Quietly you yawned, turning to a barefaced beautiful boy, smiling at you cutely.

Jisung pecked a kiss on your shoulder before passing, leaving to go sort himself out.

Hyunjin smiled up at you with a coo, pulling you down towards him with his long limbs. With you laying, legs tangled above him he wiggled back so you could lay comfortably on his chest.

He kissed your cheek before tucking your forehead against his chin, your eyes slowly bobbing open and shut as his calm vibe washed over you. Changbin shared some of your weight on the somewhat roomy sofa; kissing your hair softly and curling against you to keep you warm.

The television was on a late-night MC show playing. Though it registered to you as white noise. The boy’s voices over you were soothing, even if they edged a little loud occasionally.

At some point, you had started to drift off again. For the most part, Hyunjin was a gentle giant anyways. So despite his resistance to skinship, your body (and some of the boys), was never left out in terms of body-pillow-comforts.

Meaning, he treated your limbs like a very bony pillow he could encapsulate entirely.

You weren’t sure where the others were. Or what part of the sofa you were even on. You figured the end since the guys had their feet up. But you didn’t mind. It was safe. Here, in their arms. Against their bodies.

Even the bright overhead lights of the kitchen and hallway weren’t enough to stop you lulling into sleep.

At a later point, you awoke again with a startle – Jisung shushing your tired whines with a kiss as he jumped onto the sofa to your left, a little too enthusiastically. Hyunjin moaned like a brat, ultimately having a play fight underneath you until you mustered up a death stare to end all squabbles, ever. Period. Jisung settled, intertwining your fingers on Hyunjin’s belly until your breath softened. Falling into a weak slumber once more.

Once again; your sleep was great. Perfect. Until it wasn’t.

An abrupt jostle of Hyunjin jolting to stop spilling the food he held above your head, was met with an unattractive grunt of pure disgust on your part. Eyes squinted, head wrinkled and body tense, you were once again awake.

“Sorry baby! I didn’t mean to wake you!” Hyunjin whined, too loudly next to your throbbing head. Changbin noticed your tense limbs and pulled you backwards against his chest. This merely caused another squabble to ensue between them - who held the right to hold you, like a fluffy comfort blank.

Suddenly everything was bothering you again.

Their constant jostling and boyish movements were just too much. You pulled up from Changbin. Avoiding the tugging, whining, needy arms and hands from Hyunjin to stand weakly once more.

Frustrated. Tired. And all coupled with a reasonably ugly scowl weeping over your face.

They were so engrossed in their silly little arguments, little kicks, punches and teasing laughter, that they barely even noticed your sluggish movements to get up.

Until you were on your feet. Your body heat sapped from them in a bitter attempt at being sour. Hyunjins hands immediately flew out to steady you. Changbin pouting but ultimately letting you retreat once more.

“Y/Nieeee~ Come baaack, I didn’t mean it. Come lay back down, baby~” Hyunjin whined warily, the other two boys still giggling amongst themselves. You swatted against the tiredness on your face, grumbling before stumbling backwards.

You made it a few steps before you folded over on impact at hitting the kitchen table. The table thudded on impact and the boys winced, watching your face scrunch up in pain immediately.

A new pair of hands caught you this time, stuttering before lean arms caught you.

“Woah! Careful there pretty girl, nearly took the whole bloody table out. You okay?”

Felix's. Soft, caring and most importantly soft voice and calm motions of support waved over you in a way that gave you immediate comfort. You rested your head against his chest as he tugged you up, body slumping into him with an inaudible impact. He giggled, despite your weighted movements, speaking lowly with that deep, tired voice of his.

“Y/N, you silly sausage, are you alright?” He prompted quietly, leaning his head down to capture your whines and huffs of pain.

“Owww, my butt… That hurt~” You groaned, not minding his giggles but sending a puffy glare to the others snickering away on the sofa.

The table (or your idiot bulldozer body), had set a deep ache right into the cheek of your butt. Your hand kneaded it gently before Felix’s hand quickly replaced yours, rubbing and squeezing softly until your face scrunched, the pain subsiding.

“Ouch.” You whispered, peering up at him with a pout. He kissed your nose cutely with a little eruption of giggles, helping you crack a pouty smile.

“Come on, cutie.” He mumbled before grabbing your hand to guide you slowly into the kitchen. “I could kiss it better?” He prompted, ultimately softening at your lack of response. You were so morgue-ish you hadn’t even registered his words. Letting him tug you blindly as your eyes struggled to stay open.

You could barely register his hands, pressing at your waist. Weakly managing to hold on as he lifted you on top of the counter. Squinting, you could see the clock read 2:23 (am) on the cooker. Ugh. What a night.

You’d feel shit in the morning. But that was nearly impossible to think about with the way Felix was holding you right now. Like a baby. Or a puppy. A little ball of fluff.

He kept some form of contact as he moved around you – a hand to the knee or his hip between your legs. Or even lips against your hairline, using the counter space around you to do something. What he was doing, you were tired to even care.

“You know what used to help me Y/N? When I couldn’t sleep at night?” He prompted gently. You shook your head, pulling back with a weak sway

“Warm milk and honey!” He exclaimed quietly. Too cute for his own good. You smiled, and he pulled you against his chest to kiss your cheek and giggle delicately.

“You want some? Then we could try to sleep? You look like you need some shut-eye, baby. Don’t wanna miss out on that beauty sleep! If you want - we can always sleep in – just call in sick? Your boss is honestly so nice, I'm sure she won’t mind. You say you’re always working through lunch breaks anyway?”

Despite his rambling, you just nodded. Tired eyes once again resting as the hum of the radiator, the vibration of his chest eased your brain. Your head tucked so right underneath his chin. His palms folded behind your lower back.

At some point, Changbin had appeared. Sweeping a thumb over your forehead before kissing you sweetly, cheek resting on Felix’s shoulder.

“I love you, princess. Sorry for waking you.” He had whispered against your lips. “Mmm-I-love-you-too-Binnie~” You managed in one tumbling sentence. In fairness, the touch would've probably led you both somewhere (the bedroom), if you weren’t in such a zombie-like state.

“Sure thing, pretty.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your puffy cheeks before retreating. He let you both be, cold marble beneath your thighs now warmed by your constant body heat. You passed out pretty quickly against Felix’s chest. Cocooned, safe.

What you did miss in your deep, deep sleep was the way they carried you.

Felix physically, to their shared room. Changbin carrying your drinks and fetching your favourite pillow from the hall.

And what you heavenly missed in the night; they made up to you in the morning.

And the next night. And the night after that.

Because even though you occasionally suffered restless nights, you knew one of them would always be there to catch you.

And you’d do the same for them.

P.S. Fuck Chan’s wiring system. Extension cables were the bane of your nightly living. *holds up fingers in a cross and hisses*

well would you look at that: updated 03/OCTOBER/2021

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midoriyashotos · 4 years ago

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Unbreakable

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Kirishima Eijiro/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki; MINOR ROLES - 1-A students

Summary: “Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

In which someone finally stands up for Izuku.

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: basically I wrote Kirishima being protective of Izuku, because it’s interesting how he hates bullies but never stands up to Bakugo...

I hope this isn’t too OOC. Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - minor violence, bullying/abuse and injury.

*NOT BAKUGO/KIRIBAKU/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!

Izuku is happy, really.

Sure, it can be exhausting. It can be aggravating to live up to what comes with being the Symbol of Peace. And it’s also terrifying the reminder that Katsuki knows about his secret and has a lot more reason to hate him.

Not that Katsuki would ever quit hating Izuku, but still.

In the very least, the explosive boy doesn’t hit Izuku regularly anymore. People in their school don’t take Katsuki seriously like it happened in Middle School, so it’s a relief.

(They constantly call Katsuki and Izuku childhood friends, though.)

(Or rivals. Are they really rivals?)

Regardless, as long as Izuku stays away from Katsuki, he’ll be fine.

So, he’s happy.

When they can, 1-A has fun nights that may include eating cake and candies, playing games and watching movies – sometimes all in the same night. His classmates are very united in that sense.

Tonight, they’re sharing a big cake everyone helped Sato with; the teenagers are all separated in groups that fill the common room with life.

Izuku might subconsciously flinch every time a certain voice raises near him. Thankfully, it’s not directed at him – once he looks, he finds Katsuki and his friends messing with him. The greenette sighs in relief.

The boy spends most of the night alongside Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu and Todoroki. At one point, though, Izuku rests alone on the green couch, honestly a little drained by all the energy today, given the yelling and cursing that persists in what should’ve been a good time.

As his head is stuck in his thoughts, Izuku jolts when someone reaches him in the almost untouched spot.

“Hey, Midoriya! What’s up, man?”

Kirishima grins at him. His usually spiky hair is down today (a detail Izuku strives not to stare at for too long, because that’s creepy).

“K-Kirishima-kun! Hi!” Izuku stammers.

“You partied a lot?”

Izuku laughs shyly, “Yeah, had plenty of cake.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kirishima smiles. “Mind if I take a break with you?”

“A-Ah, sure. I mean, you can sit! Feel free to!”

His red-haired friend sits close to him, maybe… a little too close, the other notes. Izuku holds his cup of now-warm soda, playing with it nervously. Kirishima’s enthusiasm and passion honestly still catch him off guard. At first, Izuku thought he’d be… different. Spiky hair, red eyes, sharp teeth…

Instead, Kirishima turned out to be one of the sweetest and brightest people Izuku has ever known. He brings a lot of spirit to their class.

(And now that Izuku knows, Kirishima does look a lot more friendly and… cute.)

“… Midoriya, you’re looking kind of red…”

Izuku’s green eyes enlarge comically, cheeks burning.

“GAH! I-It’s nothing, Kirishima-kun! It’s just- h-hot in here, isn’t it?” Izuku ignores the fact they’re all wearing sweaters in this chilly night; but he supposes Kirishima does it as well, since he doesn’t touch on it.

If anything, the redhead smiles at him fondly.

(For the love of All Might, it’s too breathtaking.)

Izuku finds some ease, though, in his friend’s heat next to him. Kirishima’s presence is solid and stable like his quirk, but soft and gentle all at same. It perfectly encapsulates who Kirishima is, as a hero and a person.

Still, the freckled boy can’t help but wonder why Kirishima has decided to join him. Izuku is not doing anything particularly interesting. They’re not talking… but it’s not awkward, either.

Regardless, Izuku’s peace is disturbed yet again by Katsuki’s yelling bursts, his steaming hands felt from far away. As always, it’s just Sero, Kaminari and Ashido having fun with him.

Before Izuku can dive in his terrified relief, he’s reminded of the fact Kirishima is next to him, and maybe watching him as well.

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah… Kacchan’s enthusiasm is…” Izuku gulps, “a little too much sometimes.”

“Oh.” Kirishima sounds a little suspicious, but he quickly resumes his smiley nature. “Man, tell me about it,” he jokes.

Izuku holds his plastic cup tighter, refraining himself from tearing it apart and spilling all the soda on the floor.

“I can tell he’s having fun, at least,” Izuku analyzes. “He really likes you guys.”

“Yeah…” Kirishima pauses, only to laugh nervously, “he doesn’t really know how to show that, though.”

(Izuku recalls all the punches to Kirishima’s stony hair, and the insults Katsuki throws at him on a daily basis.)

“At least he likes you, Kirishima-kun,” Izuku reassures him in a lighthearted tone. “Kacchan was never happy with me.”

Admittedly, he hasn’t quite thought over these words – nor was he expecting Kirishima’s concerned gaze, his fondness of Katsuki gone.

“What do you mean?” The red-haired boy inquires.

“Ah, you know…” Izuku clears his throat, as his other classmates party and pay them no mind. “Kacchan’s called me weak since we were kids. He’s always been competitive, and- since my quirk took a while to show up”— he gulps due to the weight of the lie —“we were never…” he trails off, really not wanting to give more details.

“… you were never friends?” Kirishima completes.

Izuku swallows the bitter taste in his mouth and silently shakes his head.

“B-But it’s okay, though! We’re good now,” he tries to convince his friend (… and himself). “I just have to stay away from him because- you know how he is. But he’s got you guys as friends, so I know he’s happy.”

Kirishima looks away, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem entirely relieved by his words. Izuku suddenly feels the need to escape – what has he done?

“I- I need to go to the restroom!” He jumps from the sofa before Kirishima stops him.

Izuku is in such a rush that he doesn’t realize Katsuki is in his way.

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps. His eyes are immediately spiteful. “Deku…”

“K-KACCHAN! SORRY!!” Izuku runs even faster – how embarrassing.

“Get in my way again and I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Bakugo, chill,” Izuku hears Kaminari say nonchalantly.

This is his reality.

He’s happy with it. He is.

Everything was fine. Truly. Izuku has no idea what he did wrong.

(He’s never known, beside having no quirk in the past.)

They were training at the gym, outside of class time. Izuku tends to train on his own, but lately he’s been sparring with Kirishima, whose quirk helps with more physical attacks. It also helps Kirishima’s special technique in return.

Basically, Izuku and some of his classmates were going for a break, to drink water and eat whatever strengthens their quirks (like Sato having to eat more sugar). On his way, Izuku passed by Katsuki, who’s literally never in a good mood.

“Deku.”

“S-Sorry, Kacchan! You can go ahead!”

“As if I’ll fucking do what you say,” Katsuki bumps his arm into Izuku, hard, as he mutters in his breath, “shitty nerd.”

Izuku gulped and said nothing else.

(The freckled teen strived to not let One for All concentrate in his clenched fists.)

So, when everyone is gathered, chatting with one another, Izuku is admittedly distant from them. Katsuki would glare at him every now and then just for existing, no matter how far he was.

That’s the reason Izuku refuses to train with all of them when Kirishima suggests. Izuku tells them he’d be on his own again – his tone maybe too tight and serious. His classmates don’t question it, despite their concerned looks. Izuku tries to avoid Kirishima’s in particular – because he loves spending time with them, with him, he really does but…

“Yeah, leave Deku,” Katsuki voices in opposition, “it’s better than dealing with a dead weight.”

“Yikes, Bakugo! That’s really uncalled for!” Kaminari protests.

“I know you guys are rivals, but that’s too much, don’t you think?” Sero scolds.

Izuku stares at Katsuki, ignoring his classmates’ statements. Izuku stares deep into his red eyes: unlike Kirishima’s, they’re dreadful, have been since they were only five. He has the same superior stance and tone. Katsuki is the exact same person as the senseless bully that told Izuku to kill himself not too long ago.

The green-haired teenager’s look becomes intense. Furious. The kind of fury that doesn’t always show, because everything is bound to fall apart.

Even when his eyes avert from Katsuki, that’s what ultimately happens.

“Oi, fucking look at me!”

Despite Katsuki’s terrifying rage, Izuku defies.

“Why should I?” He mumbles, his voice gradually raising and deepening, “I can’t even exist near you.”

“What did you fucking say?”

Izuku’s hands clench into tight fists, glowing with One for All. His green eyes sparkle with intensity and ferocity.

“You heard me, Katsuki.”

The atmosphere is instantly changed.

“H-Hey guys, come on, don’t fight!...” Sero chuckles nervously, only to be pushed away by powerful hands.

Katsuki rages and advances, raising his arm.

Although he can defend himself, Izuku can only brace for the impact.

(It’s what he can do. The anticipation. The acceptance. He’s always expecting a blast to his face, and the reminder that he’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard he tries, whether or not he has a quirk; nothing matters to Katsuki, as long as Izuku stops existing.)

Izuku waits.

But it never comes.

No. He hears the explosion blocked by something hard – hard like a rock. And once Izuku looks up, he covers his mouth to contain a gasp.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Kirishima screams, arms together like a shield, the sharp skin scratched by the burnings of Katsuki’s hands.

Katsuki himself is also shocked for a moment. For one, nobody else has ever dared to get in the way of his attacks, either because they’re too scared of him… or they don’t fear him enough to stop him. But most importantly, Kirishima has never stood up to Katsuki. Kirishima has endured his insults, sure, but he’s never defied him in an actual fight.

“Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

Izuku can’t move. He can’t say a word.

Katsuki is about to hit Kirishima again without any remorse, only for Sero to hold him back with as many tapes as he can make. Sato, Shoji and Koda help, while Kaminari tries to calm Kirishima down, which has zero effect.

“You’re not a man, Bakugo! You’re a goddamn abuser!” Kirishima points at him. “And abusers ARE NOT MY FRIENDS!”

“Dude, stop! You’re going to make it worse!” Kaminari scolds him, whereas Katsuki has already reduced himself to incomprehensible, enraged noises. Jiro might even rush to call Aizawa-sensei to hold both Katsuki and Kirishima back.

In spite of all the rage he must be feeling, Kirishima still stands protectively in front of Izuku, instinctively approaching him every time Katsuki threatens to break free and come after them.

Regardless, Izuku can still do nothing.

Nothing at all.

As expected, Katsuki and Kirishima are suspended for days – similar to when Izuku was forced to fight his classmate a few months ago.

Uraraka and Todoroki stay with Izuku as they wait. Only Kirishima returns to the dorms for now. His friends initially don’t understand why he fought Katsuki, assuming he’d lost his calm for nothing.

Yet Kirishima answers to none of these questionings. The moment he finds Izuku, his look softens, and he rushes to check over him.

“Midoriya,” he whispers in concern, “are you okay?”

Izuku dumbly gazes at him in response, swallowing a gasp when he notices the damage that Katsuki’s explosion did to Kirishima’s face; even with Recovery Girl’s help, the painful scratches can still be seen.

“K-Kirishima-kun…” Izuku chokes with tears welling up in his eyes, and the many feelings and words he’s struggling to understand.

The boy isn’t sure how he should feel. He’s guilty for putting Kirishima in danger, and for ruining his friendship with Katsuki. But Izuku is also angry at Katsuki for not hesitating to hurt someone that cares so much for him. Izuku is furious that Katsuki hasn’t changed at all.

Even so, the freckled teen feels relief. That someone was there, that someone actually stepped up and defended him.

(That someone was his hero, differently from when All Might saved him from the slime monster.)

Izuku launches himself towards Kirishima, wrapping his shaking arms around him. He wants to say all of those things so badly, but he fails. Kirishima’s soft arms hold him back and caress him, fingers running through his messy green hair.

“It’s okay,” Kirishima whispers to him, and says those same words countless times. Izuku’s cries are muffled by his shirt.

It’s like everything else disappears, and it’s only Kirishima and Izuku in this world. Kirishima shields him from every insult, every kick, every punch and slap across his face and his ruptured heart. Kirishima embraces his scars and making sure to be there to tend to them.

Izuku can only cry.

Later that night, Kirishima stays with Izuku in his dorm. It’s not like he can sleep with Katsuki’s room right next to his.

Izuku has already dried his eyes out of tears, and flooded Kirishima’s shirt as a result. Regardless, the two boys are glued to one another in Izuku’s bed, Kirishima rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. Izuku can’t help melting and clinging to him.

Even so, Izuku only has one question in mind.

“… Why did you do it?”

“He hurts you,” Kirishima answers simply.

Izuku gulps. “But he’s your friend…”

“I don’t think he was ever really my friend, Midoriya.”

Izuku pulls away to face him, the scratches in Kirishima’s face clearer than ever.

“I remember our first class with All Might. Bakugo wanted to kill you,” Kirishima harshly reminds, hands tighter on Izuku. “I knew there was something wrong with him, and yet I still went on to hang out with him. I admired his skills, I called him a man, I sacrificed everything to save his goddamn life because I cared about him. I… thought he was my friend.” He pauses. “Even when he called me Shitty Hair or hit me… I thought I could endure him – and maybe I did. But in the end, I ignored who he really was, and I let him hurt someone I care about for way too long.”

“No…” Izuku protests, “please don’t blame yourself! I was the one who—”

“Midoriya, you’re my friend. I knew Bakugo sucked, and even if he was my friend, I never did anything! And I’m really, really sorry.” Kirishima cups Izuku’s cheek with one of his hands. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. I promise you, I’m not enduring any of his shit anymore.”

Izuku gapes at him. “Kirishima-kun…”

“If he ‘cares’ about me, I don’t give a crap,” the red-eyed boy says firmly. “He sure as hell doesn’t respect me, only when I behave the way he wants. I don’t owe him anything, and I’m not standing around and letting him hurt me or my friends ever again.”

Maybe he should insist. Tell Kirishima that, if it weren’t for Izuku’s pathetic existence, his friendship with Katsuki wouldn’t have ended.

But Izuku doesn’t.

Because Kirishima is right.

Izuku’s hand touches his face, internally flinching when he feels the wounds caused by Katsuki.

“I just don’t want you to hurt because of me,” Izuku admits.

“Midoriya… nothing Bakugo does to me could ever hurt more than knowing he’s abused you for your whole life.”

Abuse. The same word he used for Katsuki earlier today.

“I’ll make sure he never hurts you again, okay?” Kirishima squeezes him. “I promise.”

Although he doesn’t literally say it, it’s clear to Izuku the love in his friend’s words.

The love in Kirishima’s smile whenever Izuku stutters and says a jumbled mess. The love in Kirishima’s concerned eyes when Izuku insists he’s okay when he isn’t. The love in his red eyes and words when Katsuki hurt him. The love in his touches, his soft hands protecting Izuku, understanding his scars.

Kirishima loves him. He really does.

Izuku bursts in tears again and Kirishima lets him, soothing him until the end.

#kirideku #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijirou #bakugo katsuki #anti bakugou #fanfiction #my hero academia #lotus writes #abuse tw #bullying tw #long post

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satendou · 4 years ago

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⟼ a touch of warmth

holiday masterlist | next | 1/15

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

⇢ pairing: semi eita/reader/shirabu kenjirou

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢ summary: you know it’s cliche, getting caught out in a snow storm, and you know it’s made worse when you’re forced to stay at semi and shirabu’s apartment. but the real icing on the cake is when the power goes out.

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: pretty vanilla smut

⇢ word count: 5350

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

⇢ a/n: i have a headcanon that semi runs super fucking warm at all times and you cannot change my mind.

“Jesus, where the hell did this come from?” Semi snarled, trying and failing to shield his face from the snowflakes flying towards his eyes. They were squinted so close he could barely see, the wind whipping around his clothes and the bags in his hands, almost knocking him off balance.

A hand at his back steadied him even as the person used him as a shield, then your voice cut through the howling storm, “They said that a storm was coming but that it was still supposed to be a few hours yet.”

You were practically yelling to be heard, fingers curling into the back of his jacket so you wouldn’t lose him in the thickening swirl. Semi didn’t bother to answer, instead intent on not getting lost before he made it home. It was getting harder to breathe, his eyes starting to sting as the moisture tried to freeze, and he tugged his scarf higher up over his nose.

At last the apartment building came into view and your hand disappeared from his back.

“Oh no you don’t, you aren’t walking home in this,” Semi snapped, snatching your wrist back up and tugging you up the stairs. He would swear he heard a sigh of relief from you, wiping snow off of yourself with your free hand.

“Thanks, Semi,” you said, and he glanced back at you for only a moment, pretending the pink flush on his cheeks was from the biting wind. “I’d probably freeze to death out there.”

Semi huffed quietly into his scarf as he fiddled with his keys at the door to his apartment. “Can’t believe you actually thought we’d make you walk home in this. Unbelievable.”

You giggled quietly behind him, content to stand close enough to him to give him heart palpitations as he finally got the key in the lock. “You know I don’t like to assume things.”

“You can make an exception just this once, _____,” he sighed, shoving open the door to reveal a pacing Shirabu.

“Thank god you’re home,” he said, stopping short when he caught sight of the two of you covered in snow and shivering. “Get in here before your toes fall off. I can’t reattach frostbitten limbs.”

You laughed behind your trembling hand while Semi raised a brow. “Did you just make a joke?”

Shirabu’s face turned the faintest pink as he snapped, “It’s the stress. Don’t get used to it.”

“You’d have much higher marks for bedside manner if you did that more often,” Semi responded, setting the bags of you had almost died for on the counter, so missing the way his flush deepened. “We gotta get out of these wet clothes. I’m sure I have something for you, ____. I’ll be right back.”

While he was gone, you shed your jacket as you asked Shirabu, “Did they say how long this is supposed to last?”

He took the jacket and gloves from your hands and made his way towards the laundry room, leaving you to stand in front of the heater as he said, “Most of the night, but they aren’t sure. The cell moved a lot faster than expected and is bigger than they thought.”

Semi appeared behind him in the doorway, almost pressing against his back to hand him his own wet clothes, asking, “Do you have anything she can wear? I think all of my stuff is too big.”

“Yeah, just a sec,” he answered, turning and disappearing into his room.

Semi returned to the living room, pointing over his shoulder as he said, “Shirabu is gonna see if he has shorts or something that’ll fit. Then we should probably shower and eat before the power goes out.”

Shirabu appeared a few minutes later, looking flustered as he held out a pair of boxers and some sweatpants which were clearly too big. “This is all I have. Sorry.”

Heat crept up your neck and you couldn’t quite look him in the eyes when you took them from him, unable to help the small laugh that escaped you. “It’ll have to do, I guess. Thanks, Shirabu.”

“Uh, sure,” he answered, retreating a few steps back from you. “You guys should shower real quick. I’ll cook tonight.”

Semi allowed you to shower first, breathing a sigh of relief as feeling returned to your arms and legs. There was the uncomfortable sensation of pins and needles for a few moments, causing you to wince, before you stepped out of the shower. It took every ounce of willpower you possessed to get out of the warmth, slipping on your borrowed clothes. You had to roll the pants a few times to make them fit at the waist, but at least they were warm and dry.

You thanked yourself for buying a decent pair of boots, which had protected your socks from getting ruined. Even with the heaters going full blast, it was still chilly in the apartment.

While Semi showered, you crept up behind Shirabu in the kitchen, latching your arms around his waist and setting your head on his shoulder. “Can I help with anything?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, dropping the packet of noodles he was holding into the sink with a startled gasp. “No, you-- Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” he said, holding his hand over his racing heart. You were warm and smelled of Semi’s bodywash, your hair dripping water onto his neck and causing face to flush. “Do you feel better?”

“Much,” you murmured, and he would swear you nuzzled closer, feeling your lashes flutter against his skin. “Thank you for letting me stay. Can’t believe I actually got trapped by a snowstorm.”

“Would you shut up?” Shirabu snapped, his voice dropping before he continued. “You know we always want you here.”

He meant it, too. He wasn’t entirely sure when you became such a staple in their routine or when he and Semi had started to view you as more than just a friend, but they were both in deep by the time they realized it. To top it off, when they had first come to realize that the other felt the same way about you it had caused some tension in their friendship, resorting to ignoring their feelings for the sake of everything at that point.

It was easier said than done though, with you standing in his clothes smelling like Semi who, Shirabu was reluctant to admit, had morphed into something more as well. Maybe it was the way you and Semi interacted, or maybe it was the way the dynamics between the two of them changed just by the sheer virtue of your presence, but something had definitely given in Shirabu’s mind. He could easily imagine being with the two of you, and had on more than one occasion.

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his muttered words, hope blooming before quickly being tamped down again, leaving you with a small smile. Squeezing around his middle, you made yourself more comfortable against his back, breathing in the clean, fresh smell that always surrounded him while he fiddled with the pot on the stove.

“You’re making this exceptionally hard,” he drawled, even though he hadn’t even attempted to get rid of you. You had remained attached as he moved from the sink down to the stove, shuffling behind him like an oversized leech as he dumped everything into the boiling pot.

“Mhm,” you hummed, squeezing your arms for just a moment to let him know you weren’t going anywhere, and he laughed under his breath. “Tell me to get off and I will.”

“Get off,” he deadpanned, though his heart sank even as he said it. It was a reflex response and he cursed himself for it.

“Rude,” you said, then laughed. “But no. You’re warm and do you really want me to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said, even as he though, No, no I don’t.

Footsteps sounded from down the hall, then Semi appeared in the archway, a brow raised as he leaned against the frame. “Don’t you two look cozy. Dinner ready yet?”

Shirabu froze for a moment against you, expecting jealousy or ire, but he heard only amusement in Semi’s voice. Hoping you would just assume he was startled, he answered, “No because _____ here won’t let go.”

Semi laughed at that, cocking his head to the side and opening his arms. “Why don’t you come here and let Shirabu finish cooking?”

You seemed to think about it for a moment before shaking your head.

“No,” you said petulantly, but the smirk you gave him was almost a challenge, as if to say Come get me.

Shirabu groaned in aggravation as more weight settled on his shoulders, a frustrated laugh bursting from his lips as he realized Semi had piled on top of you now. Your happy laughter filled his ears, vibrating against his back while Semi’s hands settled comfortably on his sides, chuckling along with you.

“Do the two of you want to eat tonight or just sleep in a pile on the kitchen floor?” Shirabu asked, trying to be grumpy and failing miserably. You could see the corners of his lips turned up, the flush on his cheeks, and Semi could hear the smile in his words.

“No, but considering the power is probably gonna go out later, maybe we should sleep in a pile on the couch,” Semi said, not quite as joking as he should have been.

“Real subtle, Semi,” you said, rolling your eyes even as you smiled. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

He shrugged in response, heart flipping in his chest when you didn’t quite say no. “We’ll see how you feel when you’re freezing cold on the couch, but don’t come crawling to me.”

“She won’t, because you’ll both be crawling to me since I have the bigger bed and all the blankets,” Shirabu said reflexively, his hands freezing over the pot as he realized what he’d said.

Expecting silence, he was pleasantly surprised when you burst out into more laughter while Semi mumbled, “Well that’s because you keep stealing them. You have like six blankets what do you need that many for?”

“For if the power goes out of course,” he answered with a shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know I get cold easily.”

“Yeah, Semi, not everyone runs a toasty 150 degrees all year round,” you quipped, earning a hard poke to the side from behind.

Shirabu scoffed, turning the burner off and reaching above him to pull bowls from the cabinet. “He would be dead if he were that h-high.”

He tensed when he felt your fingers drift over his abs, realizing his shirt had ridden up as he stretched towards the cabinet. Stumbling over his words, he grabbed the bowls and hunched back down, but his shirt bunched up over your hand still resting on his skin.

“Yes, Shirabu, we know that,” you drawled, letting your hand remain exactly where it was. You had felt him freeze against you, heard his breath skip, but he didn’t push you off. “But tell me he doesn’t feel that warm.”

“I’m actually secretly a werewolf,” Semi said, pulling away from you at last as Shirabu doled out spoonfuls of soup into the bowls.

You moved back reluctantly as well, shivering as the chilly air encircled you again. You hadn’t realized until then that it actually was cold, at least compared to the two men. A bowl was shoved into your hands, piping hot and causing your skin to tingle as it warmed up again.

“You’re actually secretly an idiot,” Shirabu retorted, pushing him forward out of the kitchen. “Now eat before it gets cold.”

For a few hours after that, you sat almost on top of one another underneath one of Shirabu’s thick blankets to stave off the cold. With your legs tangled together and your head resting on Shirabu’s shoulder, you eventually found yourself falling asleep.

“We should probably go to bed as well,” Shirabu said, watching your eyes flutter open for the nth time in twenty minutes.

Semi reluctantly picked his head up from where it had been almost buried against your neck, shooting Shirabu an almost betrayed look before agreeing. “Guess you’re right. I’m surprised the power’s still on, honestly.”

Shirabu nodded, smirking when you grumbled as he got up. Your hand grasped at his shirt weakly, trying and failing to keep him from getting any further before you slumped down to lay on the couch. “Give it an hour and it’ll be out, probably.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Semi muttered. Or do, give me an excuse.

Tucking the blanket around your shoulders, they turned the lights and TV off before bidding each other an almost reluctant goodnight, the apartment falling silent after the click of their doors closing.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke up shivering, but the clock on your phone read only midnight. Squinting in the harsh glare, you realized the apartment was unnaturally silent, the buzz of the heaters and the hum of the fridge missing. The only sound was the howling wind and your teeth chattering as you tucked the blanket closer around yourself. Your nose burned with each breath before you finally pulled the blanket up over your nose and ears. Curling into a ball, you tried to get back to sleep.

After what felt like an eternity later, the sound of a door opening caught your attention, and light blinded you when you rolled over to look.

“Hey, are you awake?” Semi asked, voice shaking with cold. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m awake. Guess the power finally went out,” you said, sitting up as he approached the couch.

Before he could sit down, another door opened and Shirabu appeared in the hallway. “Can anyone else sleep in this cold? I can’t feel my damn fingers.”

“Not even all those blankets are enough to keep you warm, huh?” Semi quipped, though it fell flat with his voice trembling.

“Shirabu doesn’t have enough body heat to warm ‘em up,” you joked, rubbing your hands up and down your arms. You thought about getting your jacket out of the dryer and putting it on, but that would mean getting out from under the blanket, which meant being even colder.

Shirabu’s flustered huff caught your attention, scratching the back of his head as he said, “Do you guys wanna--”

“Yes.”

You and Semi looked at each other before breaking out into nervous laughter while Shirabu scoffed.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” he yelled, even as Semi pushed him back down the hall and into his room.

“Sure we don’t,” he said, turning around to guide you further into the room. “What else could you have been asking?”

Under his breath, Shirabu said, “Maybe I was just gonna offer more blankets.”

“Mhm. You getting in or what?” Semi said from where he had already made himself comfortable. You were tucked as close as could be to his chest, hands pinned between you with one of his arms shoved under your head and the other slung over your waist. You were instantly warmer already, with the blankets piled on top of you and tucked around your neck.

Still muttering, Shirabu climbed in on your other side, hesitant to move closer until you snatched his arm up and tugged. Cold fingers skimmed up your side where your shirt had ridden up in your squirming, causing you to shiver, but you only continued to pull until he was molded against your back.

A sigh ruffled the hair at the back of your neck, a cold nose pressing into your hairline as Shirabu hid his face from the cold. Semi tucked your head under his chin, burying his face in one of the many pillows Shirabu owned, heaving a sigh of relief.

“So much better,” he mumbled, and even Shirabu hummed in agreement, squirming closer and forcing his hand between the two of you, grazing--

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he gasped, yanking his hand back as fast as he had accidentally groped your breast, shame and perceived rejection flushing white hot through him. “That was an accident, I swear. I--”

Your eyelids had fluttered open at his touch, able to feel the chill even though your shirt, causing your nipple to pebble. “‘Jirou.”

A pin could have been heard hitting the floor in the silence that followed, both men tensing up as heat flooded through you, embarrassed at the way you had whined his name.

A warmer, more calloused hand trailed over your side, pushing your shirt further up tentatively, and your heart stuttered in your chest. When you didn’t stop it, it paused, a nose grazing your forehead and down over your own.

You could feel Semi’s lips move against the tip, voice breathless and hopeful as asked, “Do you want--? I mean, you said--”

Shirabu was still frozen behind you, breath ragged against the back of your neck as he listened to Semi’s stuttered question, hoping against hope that somehow this was actually going to happen. To his utter horror, the blood was rushing from his face straight down, and he subtly shifted his hips back from where they were pressed against your ass.

“Well, I--” you hesitated for just a moment, wondering what would happen in the morning, if it would cause a fight between the two of them. Finally you whispered, “Yes, but it’s selfish, isn’t it? I want both of you, but I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Semi laughed low in his throat, nose pressing against your cheekbone so you could feel his lips move against yours. “Yeah, it’s pretty selfish, but I think we are too. If you want both of us, you can have both of us. You already do, anyway.” He silenced your startled noise with his lips, pushing you to roll onto your back before pulling away. “This alright with you, Kenjirou?”

Before he could think, Shirabu reached up to tangle his fingers in Semi’s hair, forcing the man to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widened in the dark, unseen by Shirabu, but it didn’t matter. Reaching out blindly, his hand found his cheek and he leaned in, clumsily seeking out Shirabu’s lips. He missed the first time, but Shirabu was quick to correct, molding their mouths together in a hesitant kiss that quickly turned heated. They fought for dominance above you, Semi’s arm braced above your head, knee between your legs before Shirabu finally caved.

“This works out rather well,” Semi said cheerfully, turning his focus back to you. He grasped the hem of your shirt and tugged upwards, exposing your torso to the cold air, nipples hardening as you shivered. “Wish we could see, though.”

“We have all day tomorrow,” Shirabu hissed as he pulled his own shirt off, the chill sweeping over his skin. “Hopefully it storms tomorrow night too.”

Too busy forcing Semi’s shirt over his head, you didn’t respond besides clenching your thighs together at the thought of being trapped with them for another day.

You couldn’t say you minded.

Two sets of hands met on Semi’s chest, both colder than he liked and he quickly fell back to your side, pulling the blankets back up over you.

“This might be a bit tricky,” Shirabu conceded as warmth crept over him again. That didn’t stop him from tugging his pants down his legs, kicking them off to the foot of the bed, and yours quickly followed suit.

You almost hissed when the length of his hard cock pressed against your thigh, almost hot against your skin. Semi was already trailing his fingers up your inner thigh, grazing over your hooded clit before hooking your leg over his hips.

“We’ll make it work,” he said, though he almost choked when your hand palmed his cock through his sweats. “Just a sec, since you’re so eager.”

You already had a hand wrapped around Shirabu, his hips rolling in time with your strokes, smearing precum down his shaft. Warm breath fanned across your neck where he’d hidden his face, before you turned and pressed your lips to his.

Your other hand was guided back down, Semi’s hand forcing yours to wrap around his head, smearing precum across your palm. “God, princess, you feel better than I imagined. We’ve wanted this forever.”

“M-Me too,” you gasped when two different hands touched your folds, one warm and rough, the other soft but cold. The duality made you squirm, desperate for more as you imagined Shirabu’s fingers dipping inside you. “‘m sorry I’m selfish, I-- You’re both so--”

“So what, sweet girl?” Shirabu breathed against your lips, condescension dripping from his words. “Tell us.”

The words bottled up in your throat as Semi started circles on your clit, leaving Shirabu to toy at your entrance. You were pinned beneath them, hips held down by both their arms even though you tried to squirm, begging for more.

“You like that, like when we touch you so nicely?” Semi whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe gently. “If we knew you wanted this so bad, we might have done this sooner.”

“Yes, yes,” you whined, and Shirabu had to hook your other leg over his to keep you spread open for them. You didn’t even have time to bemoan the loss of his touch before it was back, one slender finger finally sinking inside you. “‘Jirou.”

“Hm?” he asked, curling his arm up and tangling his fingers in Semi’s hair. “Did you like that?”

Semi hissed when he tugged roughly, pulling him away from where he had been mouthing at your shoulder, at the same time your hand tightened around his cock. He was smearing pre across the outside of your thigh, thrusting his hips in time with your strokes, but they stuttered for a moment. “Yeah she did. Give her another one.”

You clenched around Shirabu’s fingers at the thought, both hands squeezing and twisting roughly around them, milking more precum to spread across your skin as a second fit inside you. They crooked up, dragging down the front wall of your fluttering cunt, seeking out the sweet spot inside you.

Both men shivered, Shirabu stifling his grunt against your neck but Semi moaned for you to hear.

“Fuck, I--” Shirabu started, devolving into moan that rumbled in his chest.

“Me too, fuck, me too,” Semi panted, pulling away from you completely. “You started it, you go first.”

You whined at the loss, reaching blindly out into the dark, smearing a mess across his chest. He snatched your hand up, mindlessly pressing his lips to your knuckles.

“Are you-- Are you sure?” Shirabu asked, trying and failing to meet his eyes in the darkness.

His touch disappeared as well, guiding himself to hover partway over you, seeking Semi out as he said, “Yeah, if you’re alright with it, princess?”

Curling your arm around Shirabu’s neck, you hummed as his cock nestled against your folds. You could hear the sounds of kissing just above you, your hand still clasped against Semi’s chest. “I am, just hurry up.”

That elicited muffled chuckles from the both of them, Shirabu starting a slow roll of his hips that slid his cock back and forth across your clit.

“You aren’t gonna regret this in the morning, are you?” Semi asked playfully when he pulled away from Shirabu.

“I’m not unless you don’t quit teasing,” you huffed, locking your leg around Shirabu’s hips.

“That attitude is gonna have to be curbed,” Shirabu teased, bracing himself on one hand over you. The other found your chin, tilting your head up until he could find your lips with his. “I don’t deal well with brats.”

“Wouldn’t be a brat if you would just--”

You broke off with a gasp, back arching up into his chest when he finally, finally slid himself in, slick walls parting easily until he was buried to the hilt.

A broken noise filled the room, hands flying up to wrap around his biceps while Semi chuckled beside you.

“What was that, princess? If he would just…?” His fingers tangled in your hair, turning your head towards him so he could whisper against your lips, “Shirabu doesn’t deal with attitude well. I’d suggest you watch yourself.”

Shirabu didn’t wait for you to adjust, dragging his hips back just so he could slam back in, already hitting your cervix with every thrust. He fell down to his elbow, seeking out your warmth while the cold air bit into his back, the blanket having fallen down to his hips.

The chill wasn’t much of a problem anymore, your focus solely on the drag of every vein against your walls, the crown of his cock rubbing up against the spot he was looking for earlier. You were crying out his name and begging for more, arms moving up to loop around his neck, pulling him down flush with your chest. Your nails bit into his back, goosebumps rippling over his skin as your legs tightened around his hips, forcing him deeper.

“Gonna cum if you keep that up,” he bit out, breath puffing against your neck. His head was swimming, the darkness forcing him to focus solely on the way you sucked him back in, dripping down his balls and easing every thrust.

Semi was occupying your mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips to taste you. After a moment, you felt his hand cup your breast, rolling and plucking your nipple between his fingers teasingly. lt was a gentle contrast the way Shirabu pulled out and snapped back into you, pinching your clit against his pubic bone.

“Don’t stop, please, ‘Jirou,” you begged, teetering on the edge of coming around him. You just needed one last push, him to angle his hips up--

You gasped when a warm mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked, walls spasming around Shirabu, who jerked up inside you when you did. You were coming before you knew it, clenching rhythmically around him and milking him deep inside you, a litany of curses spilling loudly from his lips.

“A little warning next time, Eita?” Shirabu gasped, pulling out and collapsing beside you, resting his arm on his forehead.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he answered, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. “Roll over towards ‘Jirou, sweetheart.”

You were still trembling from aftershocks, pussy pulsing and forcing Shirabu’s cum to drip out until Semi nudged the head of his cock into you, pushing it back in. He groaned into your ear, molding his chest to your back and pressing his nose to your hair, hands holding your hips for dear life.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled, carving through your clenching walls until his tip met your swollen cervix. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you? Kenjirou got to feel you, let me too.”

Shirabu shifted beside you when you mewled, muffling the noise with a kiss as Semi fucked you from behind. His pace was far different from the former’s, gentle and slow, carefully grazing your overstimulated nerves until it tipped over from painful to pleasurable. He could feel when you relaxed, hooking your leg back over his hip only for Shirabu to lift it up, spreading you wide for Semi.

Your fingers tangled in Shirabu’s soft hair, breath coming in pants and tiny moans against his lips, meeting them occasionally with your own only to pull away to whine.

“Eita,” you breathed, hugging Shirabu closer. His cock was still half-hard, sitting just right that every one of Semi’s thrusts dragged your clit against it. “Gonna come again, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. You were so wet, so messy from a mix of your own slick and Shirabu’s cum, dripping down his balls and making a mess of his thighs and yours. “So perfect, so good for us. We’re not gonna leave this bed tomorrow, I don’t care if it’s snowing or not. Wanna see you, wanna watch you come for us.”

You tightened up at his words, whining into Shirabu’s mouth. He took advantage of it, running his tongue across yours and greedily taking in your taste.

“Can’t believe we waited this long to do this,” he panted when he pulled back, shifting and rolling his hips in time with yours. He reached out blindly until he found Semi’s hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing.

Semi huffed out a laugh before kissing just below your ear and down, humming against your jaw. “I won’t wait that long to do it again, I promise you that.”

You were barely listening to them, the coil in your lower belly tightening again, waves of heat spreading through you as every thrust managed to graze the swollen bundle of nerves inside you. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, but you were drooling around his cock, begging him to go deeper, to fill you up and make you come.

They both groaned at your filthy words, high pitched and whiny, needy for them to take care of you.

“We’ve got you. Just let go,” Semi whispered in your ear, shifting down and thrusting sharply into you, sinking even deeper and slamming against that spot*.

White flashed behind your eyes, Shirabu’s slender fingers replacing his cock on your clit, circling so fast you clamped down on Semi. He managed to hilt inside you only twice more before you started coming, back locking up and forcing your ass back into his pelvis.

Like Shirabu, he spit out a string of curses at how tight you were, milking him dry before he could think to pull out. You felt so good fluttering around his cock that even when he was spent, he didn’t pull out, content to plug you up as he softened inside you.

The room fell silent again for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Shirabu pulled the pile of blankets back up over your shoulders, letting his arm settle across your side. His hand rested on Semi’s side, forehead pressed to yours, while Semi’s fingers wrapped around his arm to complete the tangle of limbs the three of you had become.

“I know what you said earlier,” you said at last, whispering with your eyes closed. You were so close to falling asleep, nestled between them, but you wanted to know before you got your hopes up. “But was this a one time thing?”

Semi shifted behind you while Shirabu huffed in annoyance, peeking an eyes open even though he couldn’t see you.

“Not if you don’t want it to be. We’d actually really like to date you,” Semi answered, trying to push even closer to you.

He only succeeded in pressing you closer to Shirabu, who moved to tuck your head beneath his chin. Shirabu was content to let Semi do the talking, knowing he was better at it anyway, and already knew everything Shirabu wanted to say.

“Oh,” you said, and sounded surprised for some reason. “I’d like that. I didn’t think...Well, I didn’t think you would be alright sharing.”

“I didn’t think we would either, but I guess somewhere along the way things changed. ‘Jirou, you--”

“Yeah,” Shirabu said, cutting Semi off. “I don’t know when but I-- I like you too, Eita. Sorry if I--”

“Nah, I feel the same,” Semi said, squeezing his arm. “Well that settles that then, doesn’t it?”

“Seems so,” you whispered, nuzzling at the column of Shirabu’s throat. You forced your leg between his and your arm beneath his, content now that you had your answer. “G’night, guys.”

“Night, sweetheart,” Semi whispered, while Shirabu pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Your breathing evened out against his throat, body going slack so quickly it was almost laughable, but they followed quickly behind, too tired to have anymore conversation that night.

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Dancer in the Dark

Req: Spin the wheel on a chase atlantic song and then make a fic about johnny with it

Pairing: witch!reader x devil!Johnny

Genre: smut (m), fantasy

Words: 3951

Tags: slightly Satanic, supernatural/fantasy!au, knife-play (slight blood), blowjob, oral (receiving), choking, fingering, penetration, bulging kink, mentions of anal, degradation kink, cursing

Song Inspiration: Chase Atlantic – Dancer in the Dark

A/N: Dedicated to @itskirahyung for this absolutely delicious creative request that I went to fucking town with (as seen from the tags above lol) and yes, Chase-Atlantic-as-the-soundtrack-of-my-sex-tape agenda continues

Johnny would never admit it but he was addicted to you for several reasons.

As one of the thirteen Princes of Hell, Johnny had a bounteous harem to sleep with. He definitely had a charm his brothers didn’t have—while they relied on their demonic seduction prowess, Johnny had women falling at his feet with one conversation.

With the others, the preyed women usually found it easier to write off the men as ‘assholes’ who ‘ghosted’ them after the ‘one-night stand’—whatever all that was.

But Johnny was different. He left a dent with the way he always had his prey wrapped around his fingers, charming his way into more than just their underwear—he broke hearts along the way.

Johnny hurt.

He knew it and he loved this.

Which was when he’d met you.

Well, met was probably the wrong term. You’d been having your monthly moonlit ritual when you lost control and drank more rum instead of pouring it into the potion. Trying to summon Lucifer himself, you’d grown aggravated when you’d ended up calling upon a ‘mere run-of-the-mill Prince’—a phrase that had pissed off Johnny to no end.

Until he realised that he’d met his match.

For as soon as he’d appeared, the first thing he had noticed after seeing you was the decapitated head you had near to the wolfsbane, nightshade and other peculiar items lying beside the cauldron.

You were a challenge. Stronger than any other witch he’d met, more psychotic that any woman he’d ever slept with, you were a force to be reckoned with. You didn’t bat your eyes at him nor did you blush at the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear.

Instead, when you felt his lingering touch on your hip, you’d immediately slammed him against the wall. Taken aback by your sheer force, the glint of insanity in your eyes and your blood-red lips curling into a smile that could only belong to a temptress, Johnny felt a twinge in his chest that he’d never experienced in all the centuries he’d been around.

And then, you’d pressed your lips to his.

Despite being too drunk for your own good, you could still recall the way you’d stolen his breath that night, the way you’d wondered how much a kiss from the Prince of Hell cost.

“Say, Prince,” you addressed him with a malice that gave him a slight chill at the word—he convinced himself it was because of the spiteful demeaning way you said it and not because your breasts were pressed up against him, the words whispered into his throat and your warm rum-smelling breath hitting his skin.

“Johnny, is it?” You’d grinned, running the tip of the still-bloodied dagger you’d used to behead your sacrifice down the demon’s pale throat. At his nonchalant hum in agreement, you prodded, “What’s your real name? The one dear Lucifer calls you by?”

Taken aback by your daring question—to a Prince of Hell, nonetheless—and maybe even slightly turned on by it, you don’t expect Johnny to grab your waist and spin the two of you around until you’re up against the wall with his body towering over you.

The quick movements had caused the blade to knick a long gash down his pale throat and you’d watched, mesmerised as the scar grew crimson, droplets pooling out.

“Devils don’t really make one-sided deals, sweetheart,” he’d muttered, completely unfazed by his wound as his twinkling eyes gazed down at you, his hands still on your waist. “Why don’t you tell me your maiden name, the one your Goddess knows you by and I’ll tell you mine?”

You’d grinned so hard at that, loving the fire in his eyes that were reflective of your own as you applied a bit more pressure on the dagger at his throat, leaning forward to lick the scar clean.

You didn’t have to summon him after that, neither intentionally nor by accident. He always visited you at your cabin or interrupted your rituals—although he disagrees since he just casually materialises in the shadows mid-incantations but your eyes immediately snap open when you feel his demonic aura interfere with the circle you create and he refuses to leave no matter how much you yell at him.

He watched you now as you washed the blood of your hands in the river—this one more pungent that the regular human. Tonight’s sacrifice had been a goat and it always irked Johnny that he wasn’t powerful enough to read your mind yet as to find out what was the exact purpose for all your rituals.

Why the goat today, why the human that day: ‘a witch never kills and tells,’ you’d laughed at his query the first time, winking playfully at him.

He may be the Prince of Hell but you were your own High Priestess. He was The Darkness and you mastered in the powers lurking in that darkness. You answered to no one and you were deranged enough that no one dared question you.

Even though Johnny was certain that he could show you a great time in Hell—something he would prove if you gave him just one night on Earth.

“I may not be able to read your mind, Y/N,” Johnny said as he followed you back into your cabin, the wooden floorboards creaking below you as the two of you walked inside. “But I do know that you’re not completely repelled by me.”

“What gave you the impression that I am, dear Prince?” You drawled as you knelt, blowing out the circle of candles on the floor one by one.

He appeared right across from you then, crouching on the floor with the candles in between the two of you as his hand grasps your chin.

“The fact that you don’t let me take you,” he muttered, voice low and husky, the flame dancing and illuminating his face in a bright yellow glow.

You smile then, leaning forward on the floor and placing your hands on his knees as you reply, “Maybe it’s because you’re quite a gentleman for the son of Lucifer.”

He blinked at your words, surprised by the brashness as always. “I cannot make an advance on you unless you give me a sign, Priestess. I’m Satan’s child, I have to abide by my Father’s rules.”

“A sign, hm,” you hummed thoughtfully, wetting your lips in a purposeful manner that had his gaze directed there. “Don’t you know that witches are children of the Moon and when in darkness, that’s all the sign that you need?”

You blow out the candle.

Johnny’s hands burn hotter than the flames you’d just doused as they reach for you, searing your skin with a delicious intensity that already had you humming in pleasure. You both knock over the remaining candles between you as he crawls on top of you, mouth already finding yours. You smile lazily up at him as he sits up, his crotch against your heated core.

Johnny’s gaze is absolutely dark and sinister as his slender fingers tug on the criss-crossed laced-up strings holding your corset together—the material loosening around your chest with every pull until he yanks it off the last grommet.

“Prince,” the word falls from your lips with a sickly sweetness that usually annoys him because of how mockingly you say it but tonight he couldn’t care less as he stared down at you—your swollen lips, the flush that had crept up your cheeks and even your chest, the top of the swell of your smooth creamy breasts that were less restrained now with the loose dress.

“Let’s not take all night,” you reminded him at his slow movements, making him raise his eyebrow.

He lowered his torso down at that, face hovering over yours as he gazed intensely into your eyes. Your breasts were pressed up right against his chest and you could feel your nipples growing erect at the contact as he breathed softly, “Have you ever been fucked by a demon, sweetheart?”

You scoff slightly at the ridiculous question and even before you can reply, Johnny continues, “Yes, you have. But unlike your ‘mere, run-off-the-mill’ demon, I will fuck you all night even if you beg me to stop.”

“Beg?” You repeat in incredulity, rolling your eyes. “You dream too much, dear—”

You stop as Johnny straightens himself again atop you, your silver dagger glinting in the dark as he holds it above your chest. Your heart jumps to your throat as he brings it down, eyes closing reflexively and lips biting back a scream.

And that’s when you hear the rip.

You open your eyes as Johnny drags the blade down your chest and stomach, the cool metallic tip leaving goosebumps in their wake on your skin as he completely rips the dress open, velvet and mesh falling to your sides as the chilly air hits your exposed skin.

Any other man would have drank in the sight of your naked body lying deliciously invitingly like a present that was just unwrapped but Johnny’s gaze is fixated on your eyes—the fear that had pooled in them right before he drew the dagger down, the way your pupils had dilated had him feeling more aroused and needy than he’d ever been.

You understand immediately since you can now feel his erection right against your bare mounds.

And fuck, you loved it.

Johnny grabs your face then, kissing you hungrily with his tongue thrusting into your mouth roughly. You bring your own hands up to hold him but they suddenly fly up like they’d been yanked behind you and you grunt in protest as you feel a bind around your wrists, restraining your arms.

Johnny pulls away to watch you squirm as you lean your head back to see there was nothing around your wrists—except for the powers of Satan’s spawn.

“Undo it,” you spit with barely restrained fury as you struggle but Johnny only smirks and you feel a tug on your arms, stretching them farther and you bite back a sound of discomfort—not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Address me as Prince, sweetheart,” he mutters, hands reaching for his pants as he straightens and crawls higher up your body. “For the first time, I want to hear it.”

You barely get to say a word as he all but shoves his enormous devil cock into your gaping mouth, pushing past your lips and immediately stuffing you.

You naturally choke, gagging around his length and glaring up at him with eyes prickling with tears. Johnny raises an eyebrow challengingly at you, a small smirk on his face that angers you enough into forcing yourself to relax your mouth around his erection and slowly suction it.

You watch the bliss that falls on his face, spurring you on as you start bobbing your head over his magnificent length. Johnny wasn’t the biggest dick you’d had—you’d been with several creatures of variety sizes and lengths—but he was definitely one of them and combined with his thickness had you growing excited for when you could feel him properly inside you.

You flatten your tongue around him, your arms having gone limp over your head as you focus on Johnny’s dick. He tastes like pure sin and although giving a man an oral usually never gave you pleasure, there was something about this Prince of Hell that had pools of arousal seeping out of your own heated core while you sucked him passionately—with almost a desperate fervour to milk him dry.

Johnny was moaning and the sound was the most glorious thing you ever heard as it egged you on—but then he grabbed the sides of your head and started fucking into your mouth roughly, using you as a mere slutty hole to thrust into and ram repeatedly until you were gagging and choking as the spongy head kept hitting the back of your throat. You were blinking back tears that you refused to let him see and there was a sheen of your saliva and his pre-cum coating now as he kept fucking.

Then, you swirled your tongue around the tip and hummed around his length, the vibrations of your mouth setting him off.

Johnny came in thick delicious spurts of creamy frothy cum that quickly overfilled your mouth and began dripping down the corner of your lips. His thumbs were immediately wiping the excess that leaked and shoving it inside your cum-covered lips and you didn’t let up—continuing to swallow all of it and lick him completely clean as you revelled in how he wasn’t twitching or pulling away already from oversensitivity like the other men you’d been with.

“Such a hungry cumslut, aren’t you?” Johnny whispers, eyes dark as you suck on his thumb.

“Mmm, you would be too if you could taste yourself,” you mutter and his lips are immediately replacing his thumb as his tongue explores the walls of your mouth, groaning as he tastes his salty cum in your mouth. You shift underneath his body and Johnny pulls away, smirking at your impatience.

“Someone’s getting a little fidgety,” he teases and you grunt, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Enough,” you say, tugging at your hands to no avail. “Undo my wrists now.”

“Not yet,” he replies, starting to suck a trail of hickeys down your throat and along your chest. You jolt as you feel a sudden burn and glance down to realise that Johnny’s trailing his index finger from your earlobe down your clavicle, between the valley of your breasts before finally circling around them.

His finger burns like fire because it is on fire—the end glows with a flame similar to the ones you’d blown out earlier as he draws it over your skin in a way that it ignites the most delicious sparks all over you, a pool of heat growing in your stomach at the sensations as Johnny’s mouth wraps around your breast.

You immediately arch your back at the contrasting sensation of his cool tongue drawing circles around your erect nipple and moan his name as you feel his teeth sink down into the tender flesh, ascertaining to leave bruises that’d last for weeks.

You feel his free hand crawl between your bodies then, light and delicate and teasing as it dances down your stomach—a complete parallel to the rough brashness of his mouth’s ministrations on your breasts.

Your breaths grow faster in impatience at the tension he builds up and you’re almost about to yell at him when you feel his fingers lightly brush against your entrance.

“Fuck,” he whispers, looking up at you from your chest with awed eyes. “You’re soaked.”

You start to reply but stop and throw your head back as he inserts his finger inside your dripping cunt, your walls clenching tightly around his digits in a way that immediately had him reeling as he wondered how it would feel when his entire dick will be wrapped by your tight delicious pussy.

Johnny watches you carefully as he fucks you open—your wetness allowing him to easily slip in more fingers until all but his thumb is left to be soaked in your heat. You moan loudly as he thrusts his hand in and out of your pussy at an inhuman speed, brushing against your clit in quick successive motions that had your thighs thrashing as you felt yourself drawing closer. The sounds of your wetness and his dripping hand thrusting in and out were echoing all around you as he brought you to your high.

And right when you started screaming his name, Johnny pulled his hand out completely.

“Fuck, Johnny, no!” You whined in protest, eyes shooting open at your denied pleasure as you glare at him, feeling incredibly frustrated. “You dick, I cannot believe you—”

He shoves his sopping fingers inside your mouth and you immediately latch your lips around them, puckering your lips as you suck every finger clean of your fluids. He smiles in approval and leans down to kiss you, eyebrows furrowing as he tastes you.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, eyes darkening as he looks at you in amazement. “You taste absolutely delectable.”

“No, no, no, no,” You moan, already dreading this as he starts lowering himself down your body. “Johnny, stop, just fuck me, pl—”

You stop yourself just in time but Johnny catches it anyway, freezing as he raises his head to look at you with an expression of mock-innocence.

“Yes, my little slut?” He calls the term with the exact same tone you’d use to address ‘Prince’ all this time. “Did you say anything? I think I heard you begging?”

“You heard nothing,” you retort, feeling your stomach tighten as he returns to crawling down your body for his goal.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate or warn you—long thick devil tongue already flat against the outside of your pussy as he teasingly licks around the slit before lapping up the wetness along it. You focus on your breaths, biting down on your lip to hold back any pleas and then feel his hands wrap around your thighs, opening them wider as his head disappears fully inside your legs.

Your body jerks then as he opens you up, thrusting his tongue inside your slick pussy with, the tip licking around the inside of your walls as he collects all your fluids. He moans at your taste and you involuntarily clench around his thick muscle at the sensation as he then finds your clit.

You’re unable to control the guttural groan that escapes your lips as he flattens his tongue against your clit and starts circling around it, teasing and stimulating it to the extremes. You feel your arousal seep out of you and his lips are immediately latching around your pussy’s slit, drinking it all up without letting a drop go to waste.

Then, because he is truly the spawn of Satan, Johnny pushes in the fingers that you just licked clean.

You gasped at the sensation as he focused on his ministrations, completely devouring your pussy as his mouth sucked on your clit harshly while his fingers yet again scissored you open. Cum was dripping down in amounts you were sure had never happened before as he once again began fucking you to your high.

And yet again, right when you reached your orgasm, he stopped—completely unlatching his mouth from your pussy and removing his hand entirely.

Your face was flushed with exertion, blood pounding in your ears and heart racing erratically in your chest from the orgasms you were being edged to. You were near tears and you weren’t sure you could take any more—especially with your arms still being tied and having gone limp over your head.

Johnny lifts himself up and you all but whimper in relief when you feel his erection against your pussy. He kisses you tenderly and leisurely—lazy enough that you know it’s on purpose to rile you up further so you start rolling your hips underneath him for even the barest amount of friction, wanting to feel his cock.

Instead, Johnny moves slightly to give way for his hand that yet again finds your pussy, fingers lazily stroking it.

“Johnny,” you cry, giving up completely as you pull away—your voice thick with desperation and arousal. His eyes are blazing with powerlust and you want to win this game of control but you can’t find it in yourself to fight anymore—not when your head was spinning the way it was.

You needed relief and you needed it now.

“Please,” you wailed, eyes hazy as you blinked at him. “Please give me your cock, Johnny. Please just fuck me… Prince.”

“Finally,” he grunted and he didn’t waste a second longer as he nudged your knees farther apart and quickly pushed himself in—thick, delicious length filling you up so completely and stuffing you so full that you almost sobbed with relief.

You felt like it took an entire minute just for him to fill you up until the hilt and the fact that you were so damn wet helped him slip inside easily. As soon as he was completely inside you and you could feel his balls nestled against your ass, Johnny pulled back and began rutting you mercilessly.

His hands were burning hot again as they seared your skin, holding your legs high to reach inside you in spots that you didn’t even know could be reached and had you seeing stars.

“That’s right, baby, take all of me,” you hear Johnny grunt as he fucks into you over and over while you moan his name over and over like a prayer. He suddenly lets go of your thigh to slap your bouncing breasts with one hand and your eyes shoot open, screams leaving your lips at the sensation.

“Watch me fuck you,” he growls. “Watch the devil fill your tiny body up, you slut.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you look down and see the way your lower stomach bulges out with every thrust, mesmerised by the way his dick moves inside you at an erratic speed. The sight tightens the fiery knot of pleasure inside your stomach and you gasp as you feel yourself drawing close, your walls clenching around Johnny.

“Are you close, slut?” Johnny grunts, ramming harder and rougher as he sees the way you tremble and your thighs shake. “Are you gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Cum inside me,” you breathe, tears trailing down your face as you clench your pussy around him. “Fill me up with all your devil cum.”

Johnny groans at your filthy words, shaking slightly as he finally releases inside you. You cum immediately after, both of your bodies writhing together in a carnal dance as you ride out your orgasms—moaning at the sweet bliss of ecstasy that washes over you with the delicious feeling of being filled with more thick cum.

You tremble for a while, still cumming as he keeps moving to draw out both your highs and you’re close to crying with relief at the incredible orgasm you just had.

You’re panting as Johnny collapses on top of you and you suddenly feel a surge of blood in your wrists, feeling returning to them as he finally dispels the spell. You wrap your shaky hands around his broad shoulders and your body stills as you feel him harden again inside you.

Johnny’s already smirking when you look at him as he leans back, pulling out and releasing a gush of both your cum out of your pussy. Your eyes are wide in question as his fingers collect the cum and push it back inside your pussy before coming up to his own mouth that he then licks clean.

“One more hole left, Y/N,” he grins at you, lifting you up and quickly shifting you around so that you were lying on your front. You feel his sweaty body press up against your entire back as he whispers in your ear, “And so many more hours left to this night. I’m taking all of them, remember?”

Your body is completely spent and you’re even doubtful if it can take much more but you can’t deny the way his words make your thighs clench, turning you on at the thought of more.

More with this Prince of Hell.

Johnny smiles, as if able to hear your thoughts. He sucks on your earlobe as he says, “Dance with the devil all night and I’ll show you that hell is where you want to be.”

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sdktrs12 · 4 years ago

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( Days 1 - 8 ) ( Days 9 - 16 )

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I see the problem here.” Annie says, grabbing two plastic cups and a bottle of vodka from the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and making her way over to Beth, settling in beside her on the couch. She twists open the top of the vodka, tossing the cap onto the coffee table before pouring a shot into each cup and Beth wrinkles her nose at the smell of the alcohol, like nail polish remover.

“I’m a grown woman. I don’t need a bodyguard.” Beth answers, tone a little sharper than she intends, but she’s still very much annoyed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t call Mick a bodyguard—” Annie starts to point out, handing Beth her cup, and she takes it, waving it in the air as she cuts Annie off. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, he’s always just...swooping in and trying to take over. Trying to control things.”

‘Trying to control me’ sits on the tip of her tongue, but she refuses to let that one slip.

She holds her breath as she knocks back her shot, hoping it will help mask the taste.

It doesn’t.

“I dunno, sounds to me like he’s just trying to like, protect you. Which y’know, after everything...I think says a lot.” Annie knocks back her own shot and then grabs Beth’s cup, immediately refilling them both.

“He’s just so annoying.” Beth says, coughing a little at the burn in the back of her throat from the vodka, ignoring Annie’s comment and the way that burns in her chest. “With his stupid voice and stupid hoodie and stupid...mouth...” Beth trails off, momentarily distracted, remembering the things that stupid mouth had done to her—

“Don’t forget the stupid neck tattoo.” Annie inputs helpfully, gently prodding Beth back on track as she hands her the new shot and Beth tilts her head back and laughs. “Oh my god yes, that stupid tattoo. God, what even is that?”

“I have no idea.” Annie giggles out with a hiccup, getting caught up in her sisters laughter until they’re both leaning into each other. “I was too scared to ask, I thought everyone else knew.”

“No,” Beth says, drawing the word out as she shakes her head vigorously, “Is it like, an eagle? Or a falcon?”

“A raven! Maybe he was trying to draw inspiration from Poe. Dark and brooding aesthetics and all that.”

“Annie, have you ever seen a raven?” Between this and movie night, Beth is starting to have her doubts. “An owl maybe?” She adds thoughtfully, squinting as she tries to conjure both images up in her mind’s eye.

“It’s probably some sort of like, mythical bird. Something that’s risen from the ashes of hell, for sure.”

Beth huffs out another laugh as she sinks back into the couch cushions, staring down at the clear liquid inside of her cup, briefly lost in thought.

She’d come straight here after having it out with Rio in her backyard earlier that night.

Dean had decided to stay at the house for a few nights after what had happened at Paper Porcupine, wanting to make sure she got home safe at night, he had said.

She hadn’t felt like arguing, just watched as he’d dropped an overnight bag onto the floor of the living room. She’d brought out bedding for the couch for him that night.

Tonight when she’d gotten home however, she’d received a text from Rio and had left Dean in the living room with the kids to finish watching their movie as she’d slipped out into the backyard.

And they’d only been discussing the drop schedule for a few minutes when Rio’s eyes caught and stuck over her shoulder, and she’d looked behind her to see Dean through the window, moving around the kitchen.

( “He was worried after...after what happened at the store.” She said hesitantly, lifting her shoulder in a half shrug and Rio had shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “It’s easier to just let him—than to argue.” She stumbles on her words, not sure why she feels the need to explain to him at all.

And so what if having Dean around for a few days had made her feel a little better?

“Oh yeah? Don’t seem to recall you ever havin’ a problem with arguin’ before.”

Beth rolls her eyes as she wraps her arms around herself, the chilly night air making her shiver, hadn’t thought to grab a coat before coming outside. “It’s different. With...him. And he just wants me to be safe.”

There’s a flash of anger in his eyes before his features smooth out as he shakes his head, shoulders rolling back. “Nah, you roll over and play us both, shit ain’t that different, ma.”

Her eyes widen slightly as her mouth drops open and then she’s taking a step forward, seething as her hands curl into fists at her sides. “What is your problem?” She hisses, teeth clenching so hard she feels like her jaw might just snap.

“Only problem I got is you still not gettin' your house in order. Don’t need that shit affecting my business.”

“Our business.” She snaps, shaking her head slowly as she takes another step, this time away from him. “You are unbelievable.”

“Look, darlin’, all I’m sayin’ is—”

“Oh, I hear what you’re saying loud and clear, darlin’.” She mocks, flushed hot with irritation. “I’ve got the drop schedule now, I think we’re done here.”

Rio huffs out a laugh, shaking his head and she knows he’ll say something biting if she gives him the chance, so she turns away first.

“He ain’t the only one.” His words cut through the air, sharp and Beth turns back, eyebrows snapping together.

“What does that mean?”

He pauses, letting out an aggravated sigh. “I always got people watchin’ when you close.” He tilts his chin up toward the house, eyes hard as he adds, “You’ll always be safe, Elizabeth.” )

And then she’d been left frozen in shock as he’d walked away.

Now, Beth downs her second shot, leaning forward to drop the empty cup on the table before settling back into the couch, grabbing one of the throw pillows and hugging it to her chest.

“He didn’t even ask.” She points out quietly, knowing that argument is fairly weak and Annie snorts out a laugh as she refills their cups once more. “Neither did Deansie.” She shoots back and—okay, point taken.

And Beth’s about to protest that third shot, she still has to drive back home after all, when the lights in the apartment go out and they’re plunged into darkness.

“What the hell?” Annie says and Beth feels the couch shift as she stands up and she reaches into her back pocket to pull her phone out and turn on the flashlight feature.

Annie goes from room to room, flipping switches, cussing underneath her breath when none of them work. “I don’t know what’s going on here.”

“Did you pay your electric bill?” Beth asks from her spot on the couch and Annie whips around to glare at her. “Of course I paid my electric bill.” She snaps, then pauses for a second before carefully navigating her way over to the kitchen, picking through the messy pile of papers on the counter, making a noise of triumph as she finds the one she was looking for, holding it up and waving it in Beth’s direction. “Yes! See?”

“Okay, well look up the number so you can call them.” Beth instructs, standing up and looking around. “Where are your candles?”

Annie turns and digs some plastic taper candles out of one of the drawers and hands them off to Beth, who just stares back at her, eyebrows raised.

“Ben got rid of the real candles last week...when I may or may not have accidentally knocked one over and—almost burned the place down.” It comes out low and rushed together and her eyes dart over to the coffee table and Beth turns to look, holding her phone out to shine some light on it and—

Yup, there scorched into the wood is a black mark.

“Annie.”

Before Annie can defend herself, they hear commotion out in the hall and Annie rounds the table, Beth close on her heels as she opens up her front door and peeks her head out and they see a few of her neighbors milling around out in the hall, apparently having the same power issues.

Beth turns around and goes to look out the living room window. “It looks like it’s out for a few blocks.” She says, turning back around just as Annie closes her door.

Annie glances around a little nervously, wringing her hands in front of her, and Beth knows Ben isn’t coming home tonight, so it’ll just be Annie here after she leaves.

“You know what, I probably shouldn’t drive in this—”

“Yeah, not after those shots anyway. You can stay in Ben’s room.”

Annie grins and Beth smiles, turning on the fake candles and setting them up around the room while Annie pours them a double.

“Now, about gangfriend’s other tattoos...”

#Hauntober Prompts #Hauntober #Prompts #writing #fanfiction #ficlet #brio #will i ever stop writing utter nonsense?#survey says #noooooo

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eatfishies · 4 years ago

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summary: You reminisce on the memories of you and Kenma when the both of you were still together. Who knew that the two of you would meet again during his night out to celebrate his birthday. note: features time skip! kenma + kuroo, lev and yaku. all characters in the present timeline is 21+. fem! reader. she/her pronouns. song: 21 by gracie abrams word count: 1,878 words warnings: swearing and alcohol use genre: angst arthie’s note: dedicated to best boy kenken who’s birthday is today! not rlly a happy fic because i love me some angst however i hope all of you enjoy it nevertheless ~~ i kinda saved this fic to post it on his birthday hehe ^^ the ending is an ambiguous ending btw ~ feel free to interpret it whichever way you’d like! o(>ω<)o ↳ main masterlist ↳ minor series masterlist «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» Kenma sighs as he takes off the headset, tossing them onto the table. He closed his eyes, feeling the strain from his eyes due to staying up late again. The silence lulls him into a deep slumber, all of his worries and frustration wiped out. Hours passed by and in his dreams, he sees her, smiling happily and calling out for his name. “Kenma!” A hand shook him and he fluttered his eyes opened, blinking slowly at the bright light.

A disheveled bedhead comes into his view, Kuroo sighed. “You fell asleep in your gaming chair again.” He emphasis on the last word, displeased with his habits. Kenma rubbed his eyes lazily, “Oh.” “Did you forget what day it is today?” He asked, looking at his friend who’s yawning. He furrowed his brows, “I don’t remember.” Kuroo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Kenma! How could you forget your own birthday?” He says, exasperatedly. “I don’t know.” His head bowed down, “I was too busy live streaming a few hours ago.” Kenma admitted, the lazy drawl in his voice as he glanced at the taller man who had a disapproval look. Kuroo rolled his eyes, “Well! Since I’m a good friend, I made a reservation today at your favorite restaurant.” “What if I don’t wanna go?” He gasped, “You can’t!” He exclaims, “I have a huge surprise for you besides I already invited our friends.” “Ah... so bothersome.” Kenma muttered but it did not go unheard by Kuroo. “C’mon now, it’s your 21st birthday! We have to celebrate it.” He replied, walking towards the door and opening it. “Anyways, be there at 6PM or I’m taking away all of your games.” He threatened as he slams the door closed, leaving Kenma all alone with his intrusive thoughts. Kenma sighed (he seems to be sighing a lot these days.) This will just end up in a disaster, he thought to himself as he went up and trudges to his bedroom. Plopping down onto the soft mattress, his eyes droops as the air conditioning whirled in the background. ❏; ↳ 6PM He dressed himself casually, tying his hair up. Kuroo stood at the door, “You look the same as before.” He walks to Kenma and observed him. “Shut up.” Kenma uttered begrudgingly as he dusts off his hoodie. Kuroo slung his arm around Kenma, “Alright! Let’s go to your party!” He cheered as the two head out into the night. When they stepped into the restaurant, their usual booth is occupied with familiar faces. “Oi Kenma!” Yaku waved. They sauntered over to them, Kenma sitting next to Kuroo as the latter sat next to Lev. “How are you, Kenma-san?” Lev questioned, a happy smile on sprawled on his face. “I’m fine.” He replied, breaking off his gaze to look down on his phone instead. Kuroo chipped in, “Actually, he finished a live stream hours before this. It was a charity stream wasn’t it, Kenma?” His voice playful and teasing. “Yes.” “Wah! That’s so cool! What charity are you gonna give it to?” Lev asked excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat, staring at Kenma with an enthusiastic interest. “Uh... a charity to help people with lung cancer.” Tapping idly on his phone. “My uncle had it before and I wanted to help people who are struggling the same thing.” He added. “Kenma, you’re getting more cooler these days, huh?” Yaku teased, holding a beer in his hand. He shrugged, focusing on defeating the boss in the game. The rest of them continued to chatter, often asking questions to Kenma to include him as well. His eyes twitched, someone is staring at me, he thought to himself before glancing up and meeting the girl he never expected to see. “I’m sorry that I had to do this.” She grips the door handle, “I love you.” As the door closes gently, taking away his heart with her and letting it shatter. Kenma felt his heart beat rapidly as he stared at the sight of her. She looked down, blinking furiously to stop the tears from spilling. She gazes back at him and smiled sadly before shutting the door closed and disappearing into the crowd. “I— I gotta go.” He said hastily, standing up and chasing after her. “Oi Kenma! Where are you going?!” He can hear Kuroo calling him out but he kept searching for her, ignoring their hollers. His legs sprinted onto the direction of where the girl headed, eyes darting across everywhere, trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger he once knew. Minutes of running around, he stopped, panting as he heard Kuroo and Lev approaching him. “Kenma! Are you out of your mind?!” His friend aggravated, a hand on Kenma’s shoulder. Lev looked at him with a worried expression, “Kenma-san... you were chasing after her wasn’t it?” A hint of pity in his voice. The blonde haired man clenched his jaw, standing up tall. “Doesn’t matter. She’s gone now.” Kuroo and Lev shared a look of apprehensive before dragging Kenma back to the restaurant. When they were seated in their booth again, Yaku lectured on Kenma and displayed a concerned look. The latter decided to zone out, drowning in his thoughts instead of making pointless conversations. ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ Somewhere in a lonely apartment, a trembling hand reached out to the box hiding beneath the bed. With a pang of sadness that washes over her, she inhaled the chilly air, shoving her emotions down. Her phone vibrated, indicating a notification had been received. She pulls out her phone from her pocket, abandoning the box and read the message. (your friend’s name): Hey, I saw Kenma and his friends today. I think they’re celebrating his birthday. Biting her lip, she ignores the memories of the past, regretting her irrational decisions. A frame with a picture of her and Kenma on bedside table, smiling and dressed in formal clothing. It was taken at his aunt’s wedding, him in a suit and her in a white dress, looking like a married couple with their arms intertwined. She lets out a shaky breath as she stares at the picture, guilt pooling in her stomach as she remembers the solemn look on his face when she announced the break up. Letting her head fall back, she sighed tiredly, feeling the weight against her shoulders sunk into her. The picture is blurry within her visions; a distant memory of what they used to have. From lovers to strangers, all of the sudden. All of this is my own fault. She blames herself, throwing a pity party as she reaches out for the bottle of whiskey near her. Gulping down a huge amount of the intoxicated drink, she closes her eyes, laying on the cold wooden floor. Flashes of haunted memories of him flitting in her mind as her heart clenches at the mere thought of him. Meanwhile back at the restaurant, Kuroo smirked slyly, eyeing the half-drunk pudding head, spluttering out incoherent words. Kuroo managed to pick up the words “this fucking sucks” and “fuck my life” from him before he goes spewing nonsense again. “Alright!” He clamped his hands together, “I think that’s enough for tonight.” He glanced at his 2 other friends, one is passed on the table, drool drooping onto the wood exterior and the other one looking annoyed. “Yaku, I trust you to take care of Lev and get him back safely, hm?” The short man glared, nodding as he pulls Lev up with all of his strength. Kuroo gazes back at the blonde haired man, still uttering out gibberish words and eyes fluttering, trying to stay awake. He exhaled, grabbing Kenma and hoisting him up, arm slung over his shoulder for support. Plop! Kuroo lets out a sigh of relief as Kenma lies on the bed, sleeping soundly. Before he could exit the room, Kenma’s phone flashed brightly, indicating a notification had come through. As expected from the sly man, he carefully snag the phone from Kenma’s grasp and opened the device without any problem, remembering the latter’s password at the back of his mind. 12 new messages from Y/n Furrowing his brows, he skims over the messages, all of which are drunk confessions to the pudding head. He huffed, these two stubborn idiots, he thought to himself bitterly before typing out a response. He knew Kenma’s gonna freak out about this in the morning but for now, he had to do a little intervention to help them both to reconcile, seeing as the two of them are both too far up their ass to realize their unspoken feelings for one another. Obviously, Kuroo is aware of what Y/n did to Kenma but he’s pretty sure that the former has a solid reason as to why she gave a lame excuse to break up. Mentally praising himself, he hoped that their encounter would be good for the both of them. ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ Kenma awoke with a pounding headache, groaning, he sluggishly walked to the kitchen, making some tea to wake him up from the misery he currently feels. Ding dong! The bell echoed, signalling an arrival of someone in front of his house. Raising his brow in confusion, Kenma hurriedly goes to the door to see who’s the guest. A chill went down his spine as he stared back the figure standing in front of him, never would’ve he thought that she’d be here again. He made the right choice to leave the cup of tea in the kitchen counter instead of bringing it over with him, if not, the cup would’ve shattered onto the floor due to shock. “Um... Y/n.. what are you doing here?” He started, blinking rapidly to make sure that he’s not dreaming. She offered him a small smile, “Happy birthday Kenma. I’m sorry for everything. Here.” A box was presented in her hands, gesturing him to take it. He grabs it, bewilderment obvious in his face. “What...?” Licking her lips, she uttered out. “I can’t give you closure for now. Just know that I truly did love you and um— I hope you’ll be able to forgive me someday.” Before he could bombard her with questions, she quickly walked away, leaving even more confusion raking in his mind. Downing the tea, he laid on the couch, feeling his massive headache gets worse after seeing her again. Obeying his curiosity, he opens the box; filled with accessories for his gaming equipments, a decorated framed picture of him and his friends, records of his achievements and the white cat keychain that he had given to her when they first started dating. Kenma didn’t realize he was crying until droplets of tears fell onto keychain, staining it wet. He broke down in a sob, feeling his heart ache more than anything. In the busy street of the city, she heaved a sigh, shame swallowing her whole as she fights back the tears from spilling. Entering the enormous building, the lady at the front desk greeted her warmly. “Welcome, miss Y/n. Your appointment is ready, just head up to the usual floor to proceed.” She nods, a small smile etched on her face as she makes her way to the elevator. Maybe someday.. I’ll be able to tell you the truth.

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A Mountain of Fire and Blood: Chapter 6

I just heard SJM cancelled her book tour in the US. I wasn’t going, but I’m sorry to the folks who were :(

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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In the morning he didn’t want to leave her. Nesta had fallen asleep sitting up on the couch, slumped over the plushy arm. Her hair had fallen out of the tight bun she usually donned, as she had restlessly moved throughout the night. The nightmares he assumed she had made her twitch sometimes, but he did not disturb her. Cassian knew it would embarrass Nesta enough to make her retreat back to the bedroom. At some point he had draped an extra blanket over her, tucking her in.

Perhaps it was creepy to watch her sleep, he admitted to himself. But Nesta was a truly beautiful woman, and he did not know when he’d get this kind of chance again. His eyes appreciated her form; she was the slenderest of the Archeron sisters, but that certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have curves—she did, and Cassian wanted to run his hands all over them. Her face was angled, her nose prim and proper. All the better for her to stick it up at him.

He swore her ears were more pointed than most fae he’d seen; if she’d let him, he would whisper awful things in them. The kind of things she read in the romance novels he knew she was fond of—that was why he’d kept her book, which was still shoved somewhere behind him on the couch. He wanted to do some research.

Not that he was under any impression she would ever let him that close. Nesta had made it perfectly clear where they stood. She would do as she liked, with him under her thumb. It infuriated Cassian, that she could do that to him, and that he let her continue to do it… How much more would he let her push him down before she squashed him completely?

His mind traveled back to the night he had thrown her gift in the Sidra and followed her home from the sky. Feyre would have called the latter part ‘territorial fae bullshit,’ and he supposed it was. It was him, on the other end of a rope that tugged, that made it impossible to leave. It was an old, primal feeling, and Cassian had spent plenty of time wondering what that feeling meant.

Nesta sang a siren’s song to him that never stopped, always reminding him of her existence. Reminding him of the touch he desired and the companionship he did not have. He wanted her challenge, everyday…

He felt so tired, and sore from lack of sleep and the draining emotions he could not stop from taking over. Tomorrow would be a rough day, no doubt, and he had to meet Rhys for a breakfast meeting.

Brushing the hair back from his face, he stretched a little. His wings had been crumpled behind him all night, and he needed to spread them out and give a good flap. And maybe pull the woman next to him into one, holding her against the scarred membrane which had been so damaged from trying to protect her.

He also needed to figure out how to protect her in another way, as well. Nesta’s confession about the fire had dwelled with him tonight. The sound bothered her, and he listened to it for hours, trying to decipher why.

With a General’s ear, he heard the snaps, the pops, the destruction of muscle, tendon, bone. It had never occurred to him before, how much the fire sounded of war.

At first, he thought Rhys could help. There had to be some way to keep the cabin heated without the hearth. But Nesta had told him what he assumed was a secret, and Cassian knew better than to share. He reminded himself he was trying desperately to build up trust, and the little interaction they’d had tonight was too precious to ruin.

No, he would have to figure this out himself.

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Two hours after sunrise, Mor winnowed into the cabin. Cassian had not been expecting her to come here, but maybe he should have assumed she would come looking for him when he wasn’t at home. Still, he found it hard to leave Nesta.

Mor took one look at him and rolled her eyes. He was naked, in a blanket. Nesta nestled on the other half of the couch. He could imagine this scene was strange. Mor knew all about Nesta’s chilly demeanor and horrible behavior.

Cassian stood quietly and put a finger to his lips, holding on to the blanket wrapped around his waist. Mor crossed her arms and shook her head, obviously not amused. While he grabbed his clothes and crept to the bathroom, he motioned for her to stay and be patient.

A minute later he emerged, fully clothed. Wanting to leave Nesta a sign he had gone, he delicately folded the blanket he had previously worn and placed it down on the couch cushion he no longer occupied. That would have to do without a pen and paper. From behind him, he heard Mor snort, and Cassian shot her a shutthefuckup look.

Dressed in the garb of the night court, comfy in flowy pants and a belly shirt, Mor waited with an outstretched hand. He could tell she’d had enough of this. With one last glance at Nesta, Cassian grabbed Mor and they shifted away.

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Mor immediately spoke as they arrived at the waterfront mansion belonging to the High Lady and Lord of the Night Court. She didn’t even breathe before she warned, “she’s playing a game with you, Cassian.”

Cassian began walking away, unsure if he wanted to discuss this here and now. But Mor wasn’t giving him much of a choice, because she gave chase. Her golden hair bounced as she followed him down a long hall which led to Rhysand’s study. Every step he took was a deliberate thud; he was getting more aggravated by the moment. He whipped around to face her, and said harshly, “maybe I’m playing the game, too.”

She looked at him sadly, like she could see into a part of his soul. “This is a game where no one wins,” Mor stepped forward to gently cup his face. “You know how much I care about you. Tell Rhys this is too much. I’ll watch over her instead.”

“You don’t even know what you walked in on,” he answered with a sigh, calming down.

“I imagine it couldn’t be good,” Mor tilted her head and gave him an all-knowing look.

“How can you say that? I was naked.”

Mor rolled her eyes a final time before she sauntered off toward their destination. She threw back at him over her shoulder: “Just be careful with your heart, Cassian. It’s so big if it shatters you may never be able to find all the pieces.”

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silentexplorer18 · 5 years ago

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A Holly Jolly Christmas: A Draco Malfoy Short

Summary: You throw a party on Christmas Eve for some Hogwarts alumni. However, the weather has other ideas in mind for you this holiday season.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: Slight mentions to before the war and not seeing your family at Christmas time.

Read it here on AO3.

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Golden flickers trailed up the wall and over the glittering tree that burst from the corner of your parlor, the warmth of the fire adding a glorious heat to the otherwise chilly room. The tree was real, charmed to retain it’s deep green hue, and adorned with a plethora of festive ornaments. Garland trickled up the mantle and through the room, teasing doorways with hints of holly and mistletoe. For the second time that evening, you bustled through the homey space, assuring all the presents were snug under the tree and the cookies, one of many assortments of holiday treats, were arranged delicately on your favorite platter.

Everything was in order for a perfect holiday celebration. Thus, you were eager to open the door when the first set of sharp knocks echoed through your home.

Swinging open the sturdy wood, a cold gust of wind slapped against your figure as your blond guest slipped through the entryway, tailored shoes resting stiffly against your old, woven rug. His face contorted in distaste. Presumably, that’s what happens when a man of polished wood furniture and marble pillars and pristinely pressed outerwear encounters a woman of mismatched furniture and homemade holiday decor and distinctly overzealous Christmas apparel. That’s just what happens when Draco encounters you.

At least he had the decency to withhold a sneer; undoubtedly, his cheeks were too numb to form a proper one.

“Draco,” you spoke warmly, attempting to hide the discomfort in your voice at being alone with someone who quite earnestly abhorred your lifestyle, “I’m so glad you could make it. If you’d like, I can take your coat. Then we can wait in the living room for the others.”

He eyed you with an expression you couldn’t quite place, already beginning to unwind the snow speckled scarf from around his neck. “No one else is coming,” he stated, the sharpness of his tone forming a pit in your stomach with each new syllable. “The local floos are all shut down from the blizzard, and the weather is far too unfavorable for people to be apparating tonight.” Your look of shock morphed to one of disappointment and dismay before his very eyes, an expression he did indeed scoff at. “And as if things couldn’t possibly get any worse,” he huffed, “I’m trapped here until the storm lifts.”

Numbly, you took his scarf and coat, draping them over the coat rack near the door. Nobody was coming. All your festive excitement had been a waste. “I suppose you should make yourself comfortable while you wait,” you suggested, attempting to ignore his blatant disgust, instead opting to attempt a civil evening for the both of you. With a wave of your hand, he stepped into your all too festive living room. Draco spared you any scathing remarks on the decor, instead perching himself uncomfortably on one of your mismatched chairs. The beige paisley was hideous, even you had to admit, but the joy of it being yours, your first piece of furniture, made up for the unsightly pattern.

He held his hands toward the fire. Again, you were struck with what he had said: a blizzard. On Christmas Eve no less.

“Tea?” you queried.

“No, no thank you.” He mustn’t have been as cold as you thought.

“Is there anything you’d like?”

Another scoff. Pronounced even more with an eyeroll. Somehow, he still managed to make them appear elegant, posh even when they were directed toward you. “I’d like to be home on Christmas.” Tone icy, heat rose to your cheeks as he continued. “I don’t see why you feel it necessary to hold these parties so close to Christmas anyway.”

“Christmas Eve is as good a time as any to celebrate,” you shot back, not bothering to mask your irritation.

“Christmas is meant to be spent with family. These parties encroach on that time; it’s rather selfish of you.”

“I know,” you snapped, noting the way his brows arched in surprise. “I know.” With a huff, you plopped down on the carpet beside the tree, hands pulling out the carefully wrapped parcels. Silently, you began to sort them.

Potter. Weasley. Weasley. Weasley. Longbottom. Potter. Potter. Weasley.

The silence was almost peaceful until Draco had to break it. “What in Salazar’s name are you doing now?”

“Sorting,” you sighed, eyes raking up to meet his own. “I’ll need to owl everyone their presents now, won’t I? All of them but yours.” You continued sorting.

“Mine?”

Reaching under the tree, you pulled out a thin box with golden wrappings. The paper was ornate and glimmered in the firelight as you slid it across the carpet to him. When you’d done the wrapping, you’d adored the beautiful, golden cover, and figured Draco would find it lovely. The sinking feeling in your chest suggested you were wrong.

“You got me a present?” he asked, eyeing it warily. With a nod, you finished sorting the last of the packages, allowing yourself to look up at him again.

He’d picked it up while you weren’t looking, turned it in his elegant hands and examined it with a scrutinous gaze that seemed to bore through everything.

“I simply can’t take this,” he stated, holding the package out toward you. “I haven’t gotten a thing for you.” Aggravation still ebbed into his voice despite the fact that his gaze had softened considerably. “Your invitation clearly stated not to bring presents.”

Rising, you perched on the couch, clearly avoiding taking the box from his hands. “I know what I mailed out.” His pointed look prompted you to continue. “It’s just nice, is all, giving a little something to everyone. That’s what Christmas is all about, mind you, bringing people kindness and joy.”

“Well providing presents to people who can’t provide anything back certainly isn’t joyful,” he snapped. “Just take it, give it to someone else. Why waste your money on a gift for me, for any of us?”

“Not all of us have family to give gifts to.” You offered him a sad smile, and the look of surprise and discomfort that washed across his face, through his body, stiffened his spine all the way down to the bones in his dapper shoes, sent a pang through your heart.

“I thought your parents were muggles?” It was more a statement than a question, as you both remembered the word mudblood fall from his lips as you crossed paths in Hogwarts.

You bit your lip, choosing your next words wisely as he studied you. “They are.” Your tone was awkward. “I needed to obliviate them to protect them from…”

Death Eaters. You both knew the end of that sentence, both too uncomfortable to finish it.

Although you’d forgiven Draco for his part in the war, knowing wholeheartedly that his decisions, while seemingly wrong, were based on his upbringing and protecting those he loved, Draco seemed far less accepting of his choices. It seemed he would never forgive himself for what he’d done. What he often failed to forget was that regardless of what side he’d chosen, Voldemort’s or Harry’s, people would have died either way, and, regardless, he would have blamed himself for those deaths. Over time, he’d gotten much better at being unruffled by the mentioning of Death Eaters and the war, but tonight, on Christmas Eve of all nights, he wasn’t prepared for it.

“I should go,” he rushed out, rising and heading toward the coat rack quickly, having gently deposited the present on the coffee table. His coat was pulled on rapidly, scarf in his fist as he pulled the doorknob.

The snow was a good half a meter high with fluffy flakes still floating downward rapidly. Having followed him to the door, you stared in shock at the vast amount that had accumulated. With a shiver, you placed a hand on Draco’s elbow. The blond glanced at you, pushing the door shut again with nominal effort.

“I think I’ll take that tea now.”

The two of you sat on the couch together, a little farther from the fire but still warm nonetheless. Draping some blankets across both of your laps, you dug into some of the holiday treats you’d made for the party, gently sipping at tea along the way.

He’d been pleasantly surprised by your options, even offering a compliment as you displayed a small array of tea bags. The conversation was civil.

You could tell he was still uncomfortable from what you’d mentioned before, so you opted to choose a slightly different route. Desiring to be vulnerable enough to even the playing field, you began, “My parents only celebrated Christmas because they had me. My father hated holidays, all of them, and my mother was always exceptionally frugal. But they wanted me to experience Christmas, so they celebrated for a long time. I’ve gone back a few times after obliviating them, just to see how they are. I don’t talk to them or go inside, just use a little magic to check on them. They don’t celebrate anymore. I don’t exist, so they never had a reason to celebrate.”

Draco was staring at you, nearly gaping at your words. He probably would have been, were it not for his desire to appear poised and dignified at all times. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be,” you shook your head. “They hated Christmas. If anything, I did them a favor,” you laughed.

He cracked a smile at your joke, eyes still holding a little guilt, but the joy was enough to move forward with.

Saying the two of you became fast friends would be a bit of a stretch, especially since you’d known one another since First Year, but as the night progressed, awkward silences became less frequent and there were jokes aplenty. The longer Draco was by your side, the more comfortable he seemed to become, offering a great deal of conversation amongst cookie munching and tea sipping.

By one in the morning, you’d drifted off to sleep on the couch beside him, and the blond realized with a flush that it was Christmas Day. Reaching forward hesitantly, he grasped the gold box in his hand, gazing at it in faint wonder. The paper tore gently and it didn’t take long for him to slide open the black box inside.

There was a note, incredibly simple in your neat scrawl, as if you’d taken time to assure your writing was pretty and legible.

Draco,

I saw someone with one of these and thought of you. I remember you saying once that you adore decorative things.

Happy Christmas!

Pushing open the tissue paper revealed a handkerchief. Cream colored and already folded for a suit pocket, he gazed at the swirling green lettering on the corner. D.L.M. It was elegant, beautiful in every embroidered loop and swirl the dark threads provided. Securing the box lid on it protectively, his cheeks flushed with realization as it occurred to him that it must have cost a fortune for you to purchase something custom for him, even getting the color down to the perfect Slytherin green - his favorite.

He had to make things up to you.

Eight in the morning was far too early to wake up on Christmas Day, you realized glumly as you rose from the couch. Bleary eyed and off balance from your unusual surroundings - it was not often you found yourself asleep on the couch -, a small sigh left your lips as you noticed Draco had disappeared. Gift no longer on the table and coat no longer on the hook, it was safe to assume he’d awoken and taken the closest floo back to the manor. He had mentioned his mother always adoring Christmas.

The light tap on the door startled you. It was not often someone came knocking at such an hour. Standing, you waved your wand, muttering a few quick spells to freshen your appearance before carefully opening the door.

It was Draco.

And more.

Before you could really register what was going on, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, George, Angelina, and all the children came bustling through the door, pulling off coats, unraveling scarves, discarding gloves, and offering jovial greetings.

Your eyes shot to Draco’s. He was waving his wand casually, the cookie trays replenishing themselves, kettle cleaning itself and preparing tea anew, blankets and pillows righting themselves on the furniture, and, of course, the presents sliding back under the tree, as well as a few others, a few new ones, that seemed to have arrived with your merry bunch of friends.

“Draco, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?” you asked, unable to hide the surprised smile on your lips.

With a smirk, he replied, “Spreading a little kindness and joy. That is what Christmas is about, after all.”

Your smile was priceless, and although he would deny it later, Draco was smiling, too, when you all sat down to enjoy a cheery holiday morning together.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it. Happy holidays to all of you out there that celebrate. I hope you all are doing well. :)

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x y/n

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A blurb from Without the Lights I love: Camille Harper and Billy Hargrove being vulnerable teens with each other after years of being manipulated and sexualized by adults. Years of being told they’re worthless and dirty and believing it. Soft!Billy scene amid the asshole waves I love to write. Fluff and angst.

Camille parked just far enough along the street in her usual hidden spot closer to the woods. She paced in a fitted shirt and high rise jeans toward Billy's window just above his bed. He sat with a pair of huge headphones over his ears attached to the stereo. Book in one hand. Cigarette in the other. Peaceful and still for once. Curls were damp from the shower after his closing shift and work out.

For a beat, Camille thought to leave him alone just like that. Felt wrong to disturb something that exquisite. Behind her, trees rustled in the darkness. Restless like her. A colder wind cast over her bones. Rattling her. Scrapes echoed into that chilly air. Like whispers and footsteps all at once. Camille felt her heart pick up, eyes widening while she tried to see between the trees before she looked back and Billy's face was right there.

"Ah." A gasp filtered out her lips so she pressed a hand over her mouth. Inside, he looked confused, head tilting before he pointed with a nod so she'd creep around the house to the second window between his stereo and vanity made out of crates.

"Told you I'd leave it unlocked," he turned the dial and unplugged his headphones to let some music cover their voices. The TV played in the living room to further it. "Cold tonight?"

"Yeah." She swallowed and reached in so he could pull her inside.

"Guess I can warm you up." Billy joked and met her eyes. "You see something out there?" It felt like the cold had come specifically for her.

"No, just chilly and dark." She let him close the window and sat at the foot of his bed. Hands reached to snag his book, one she'd let him borrow. The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. "You're reading it?"

"Had the time," he shrugged and sat down while she kicked her shoes to the side. "This Hugo guy likes to talk, doesn't he?"

"He does enjoy his historical tangents." Camille smiled softer when he shifted to set the book on one of his speakers. She thought of Esmeralda being dragged to the gallows briefly. All because someone in power pointed a finger and called her a dirty girl too.

"Glad you decided to come," Billy leaned over for a gentle kiss. Lingering so he could crawl over her. Camille fell back into his bed, eyes on the wall when he kissed down her neck. Hands fell by her hair and a breath heaved. Billy kissed down her body until he could open her jeans and pull them down. He was being so tender with her, she almost burst. Camille stared harder as if to still her own heart. He tugged a torn muscle shirt over his head, leaving him in some boxers before he went for her lips again.

"I don't want to have sex." Camille blurted out, causing him to sit up on his knees. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Billy shifted off her. Wondered about putting his shirt back on but she sat up looking wounded. "It's okay." Camille did something peculiar when their eyes met. Hands cupped his face, thumbs smoothing. Billy didn't want to ask but curiosity got the better. "What happened at that uppity asshole party?"

"I just didn't like it." She shuddered when he grasped her wrists, inching closer. "They all looked at me. Felt like I was being undressed." Camille blinked a few times and Billy was locked into her. "Do you think I ask for it?" The tone ached him.

"No. No, you don't." Billy smoothed palms up her arms to hold her face, serious now. "Not one bit because none of us fucking do." Camille dropped her hands. Let him keep her rooted. Her voice was barely audible.

"Do you think I'm a nice girl?"

"Nice is the worst word in the world. Fucking hate it. But, I think you're fucking fantastic." He tried to smile in a puff. Charming. Billy couldn't put Camille into words. None grasped her. None were worthy of her glow. "Aggravating in the best way too." She opened her lips, so small.

"Do you think my heart is fragile?"

"I don't think any part of you is fragile." Billy replied, smooth and even. "I think even if parts are breaking off, you're still trudging forward with a fucking blowtorch, sewing kit, or damn superglue to put them back together." Lips pressed when she accepted that answer before she was tugging him under the covers. He adjusted to turn the lamp off while she pulled her bra out under her shirt to toss it aside with her jeans.

Camille brought his heated arms around her body. Goosebumps rose as he warmed her skin, pressing into her back. Withholding the truth made her feel still like trash. Dirty girl. Billy rested his chin atop her head when they sank into his mattress, huddled together.

"Camille, you're shaking," he edged forward to turn her just enough so she was looking up at him, "no, no, why are you shaking?" His confused voice sounded airy and hurt. A hand touched her cheek to feel a tear slip down it. She burrowed into his chest.

"I just didn't like it, Billy," Camille offered again, sniffling. "You can tell me, I told you so, tomorrow. Okay?"

"I won't say it at all, Harpy, just talk to me." He eased in her ear, rubbing her arms while she held to him.

"I just wish...my mom and dad were here and healthy and alive or...or I wish my adoptive parents weren't monsters. I wish they took me and ran too, far away from here because I think I was worth saving," Camille broke, "and I wish Neil was a good dad and I wish your mom never left you and I just wish our parents didn't fuck us up so bad. Billy, I just fucking wish they didn't ruin us so we didn't ruin what's left. I just spent the entire time there on the outside wishing while they all stared until my skin unraveled. Like they knew I was rotten on the inside and assumed there's nothing else to it. I just wish I didn't feel so fucking dirty."

"Hey," Billy was trembling now too. Soothing her as best he could. "I got you."

"I just wish the adults around us didn't violate and use and manipulate and destroy us. When all we want to do is learn. Are we going to be like that too? Are we going to grow up and make children feel empty and unsafe?" She got a handle on herself and clung to him.

"No." Billy shook his head, kissing her hair. "No, we're not. You're not for sure."

"How? How do you know?"

"Morning after the Byers' house. Woke up in my car to you shredding my ass apart. Because you cared so fucking hard." Billy inhaled, looking down at her. "You said that we notice shit. We do. We really fucking do. You know why, Camille?" He took her face to make her look at him. "Because we're awake. And it fucking sucks some days but, I'd rather be awake. Don't you think so?"

"Yes," Camille searched his eyes, leaning in to kiss him. Light and quick. A wink against all this time that went. "I'd rather be awake."

#billy hargrove #Billy hargrove x oc #Billy Hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy stranger things #rewatched midsommar and feeling things shit

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rhinozilla · 5 years ago

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Whumptober Day 25: Humiliation

Summary: Hank takes Connor home after the events of Day 21: "Laced Drink."

Hank pulled his car up directly behind Chris’s squad car and turned off the ignition. He was out of the car and stepping to the open passenger side door of the squad car before the engine had completely quieted. He spotted Chris looking over and gave him a wave of acknowledgement. The other officer nodded, still standing by the two women who had called the police about the situation.

The sidewalk outside the bar was quiet for a Saturday night, and if a crowd had gathered to curiously gawk at the scene, then they had already dispersed by the time Hank got there. Chris looked like he was still in the middle of taking statements from the two women, and Hank wasn’t sure how he felt about the fact that he didn’t see any android emergency care technicians around.

All of that went to the background as he zeroed in on Connor in the front passenger seat of the squad car, and he beelined toward his partner.

“Connor!” He came to a stop by the open car door. “It’s Hank. I’m here. Are you all right?”

Connor was sitting sideways on the seat, his feet planted on the street and his elbows on his knees. His forehead was lowered into one hand, and the other hand was holding a half full bottle of thirium. There was thirium on the sidewalk, dribbling into the gutter and painting a path toward the street drain. It was an unusually bright color; not enough for a civilian to notice a difference, but unfortunately Hank had seen enough blue blood to know contaminated thirium when he saw it.

“Hey,” he prompted quietly, bending a little toward the android. “Connor?”

He reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. Connor’s head snapped up, eyes wide as he locked gazes with whoever had touched him. Hank kept his hand there as an anchor, giving him a second. As soon as he recognized Hank, Connor’s eyes squinted closed in discomfort, and he raised his hand to press his fingers against the closed lids.

“Hank…” His voice was small and low.

“I know,” Hank murmured, carefully taking the bottle from Connor’s loose grip. “Did you get it all out?”

Connor started to nod, must have found the act to be painful, because he abandoned it and sighed. “Yes…I threw up…a lot.”

“That’s okay,” Hank assured. “That’s good, actually. Got it out. Did you run a diagnostic?”

“Yes.”

Hank waited for him to elaborate, and when Connor didn’t, Hank took a measured breath. “And?”

Connor slowly sat up straighter, eyes half open and pointedly avoiding the beams from the nearby street lights. He looked reluctant to speak, or maybe the world was still leaning and tilting too much for him to focus. Hank didn’t force him, simply moving his hand from Connor’s shoulder to his forehead.

“You don’t feel like you’re overheating.” He paused, frowned, and moved the back of his hand to the side of Connor’s neck briefly. “Actually feel a little cool.”

Connor watched the expelled thirium trickle toward the gutter. “My internal temperature is stable and within normal parameters.”

The words sounded good, but Hank didn’t like the way he was saying them. The night air wasn’t overly chilly, but there was no telling what kind of havoc the drug might still be wreaking on Connor’s systems. Hank shrugged out of his jacket, straightened it out, and draped it across his partner’s back. Connor didn’t react to the extra layer; he only glanced over at Chris and the two women before looking away, back to his shoes.

“I want to go home, Hank.”

God, he sounded exhausted…but lucid at least. Hank locked his jaw and squinted over at where Chris was wrapping up his interview.

“Has a technician checked you out?” he asked mildly.

“No…Unnecessary.”

“Connor, you were—“ He cut himself off, looking back down at Connor. “I’d really like to hear a technician give you a clean bill of health after this. You were…poisoned.”

“And I expelled all of the contaminated thirium,” Connor said, a little more firmly now. “The residual effects will be corrected by my healing program during my rest cycle tonight. None of them are life threatening or even dangerous…A technician is not going to say anything that my diagnostic system isn’t already telling me.”

Hank sighed, eying him worriedly. “Connor—“

“Hank,” Connor’s voice was strained, and he was deliberately not making eye contact. “I want to go home.”

Hank ran a hand over his beard, taking in the state of his friend, and then cautiously nodded.

“All right. Okay. We won’t go anywhere or do anything you don’t want to. No facility. I’ll take you home, son.”

Connor buckled slightly in relief, lowering his head between his shoulders and pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Thank you.”

Hank took a step back, gesturing to get Chris’s attention. “Hey, Chris. I’m taking him home.”

Chris looked concerned, and the suggestion to go to a facility was clear on his face. Hank gave him a knowing look, and Chris nonverbally conceded, bobbing his head and holding up his notebook.

“Okay, I’ve got what I need.”

Hank turned back toward Connor, holding out a hand. “Let’s go home.”

Connor slowly sat up again, involuntarily securing Hank’s jacket more over his shoulders. He did not take Hank’s offered hand, grasping the frame of the car door and the interior arm rest of the open door instead. He gingerly levered himself up and onto his feet.

“Go slow,” Hank suggested quietly. “Take your time.”

Connor made a low, aggravated noise, and he finally stood up fully. There was a visible effort to recalibrate his balance, and Hank kept his hand in an open position to help if Connor wanted it. Connor took two shuffled steps to the side down the length of the car, leaning against the vehicle for support, and Hank closed the door once he was clear.

“Can you walk okay?” he asked.

Connor nodded once, his posture locked up despite leaning against the car, and he resumed his uneven steps toward Hank’s car. Hank kept pace beside him, moving slowly and keeping his arm clearly available for additional support if needed. Fortunately, because Hank had parked his car’s nose practically up Chris’s squad car’s ass, Connor was able to transition his lean from the squad car to the Oldsmobile fairly easily.

As soon as Connor had shuffled past the passenger door of Hank’s car, Hank opened the door for him, pulling it all the way wide and stepping around it. Connor wordlessly lowered himself into the seat, and Hank slipped a hand in the space between his head and the top frame of the car as a buffer in case Connor hit it. Connor slumped in the seat, drawing his legs in and busying himself with the seatbelt while Hank closed the door for him.

He walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, and Connor was still fumbling with the latch on the seatbelt.

Hank silently turned over the engine and got the heat running in the car, and he set the bottle of thirium in the cup holder before he finally turned toward his partner. Connor’s hands were visibly shaking too much to slide the seatbelt latch into the buckle.

“Here, let me.” Hank reached over to assist.

“I can—“ Connor snapped, but didn’t even finish the sentence before he abandoned the seatbelt, facing forward and dropping his hands in his lap.

Hank hesitated, then lowered his eyes, quickly securing the seatbelt for him and straightening up in his own seat. Connor was stiff as a board on the other side of the car, fists in his lap and his eyes shut, his expression forcefully smooth. Hank could see the tension coiling in his jawline, and he faced forward.

“Breathe. You’re all right.”

The Oldsmobile edged onto the road, pulling away from the curb and aiming toward the main street. Hank turned the wheel onto the familiar route that would take them home the fastest.

Fast wasn’t fast enough to avoid a thick blanket of unease that swaddled the cab of the car. Hank left the radio turned off, and the only sound was the creaking noises of the old car as it carried them home. Connor said nothing for the duration of the drive, only opening his eyes when Hank pulled up the driveway to the house. Even then, he merely stared through the window to the front porch.

Hank turned off the engine, and Connor was immediately punching the buckle to release his seatbelt, then popping open the door to get out.

“Connor—“ Hank started.

Connor paused, eyes pointed toward the porch. The car door hung ajar, but he didn’t climb out.

Hank swallowed. “They’re going to find those two androids. Those two witnesses had video images of their faces, voices, and their license plates. We’ll probably have them in custody before tomorrow’s up. Then—“

“I’m a fool.”

Hank choked on whatever he had been about to say next, and he frowned. “No, you’re not.”

Connor exhaled hard, yanked the car door closed, and rounded on Hank, finally making eye contact. His eyes were dark and wet and full of a heartbreak that Hank could see went deep.

“There were warnings,” Connor said, his voice thick and shaky. “My system recognized the warnings from the moment I met those two men. I ignored them. I chose ignorance in a situation that—I didn’t want it to be dangerous. I should have realized what was happening, but I wanted—“

He stopped, slouching far down into the seat until his knees were nearly hitting the glove compartment. He covered his face with both hands, and a low noise of distress keened out of his throat. The soft noise turned sharp and gravelly as it increased in volume, finally turning into a loud groan of frustration.

“Stupid…”

“Hey, hey.” Hank put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not stupid for taking a chance on people. Optimism is a goddamn superpower around here, and it is NOT your fault that somebody tried to hurt you for it.”

“Hank…” Connor lowered his hands from his face and stared at him. “They weren’t trying to hurt me because—They were trying to—because they hated me. I-I-I was the Deviant Hunter. I was the monster that terrorized them and every other deviant in this city until the revolution. I hunted them, and I was GOOD at it. And I actually th-thought that…I was stupid to think that those two or any of my kind would ever…could ever…give me a chance. I don’t deserve it.”

“Now you stop that,” Hank pressed. “You’re being unfair to yourself. What you did under Cyberlife, you did as a machine. What those two deviants tried to do to you? That is completely on them.”

“I am the most advanced android ever created by Cyberlife,” Connor said thinly. “And I was overpowered by two older, common models because I refused to face the reality of my status among fellow androids…I could be dead right now if not for two humans who happened to see what was happening. Androids hate me, and I am an idiot for thinking that was going to change anytime soon.”

Hank opened his mouth to argue, but Connor abruptly opened the car door again and hauled himself out…only to promptly collapse to the concrete.

“Shit, Connor!” Hank shoved open his own door, yanked his seatbelt off, and climbed out, running around the front of the car.

Connor got his hands under him, pushing himself up into a sitting position against the car, and he tilted his head back against the car with enough force to hurt. His face pinched, and he repeated the motion, smacking the back of his head against the metal, overwhelmed by it all.

“Hey, hey, HEY!” Hank knelt down, cupping a hand around the back of his head to stop him from doing damage, while the other hand wrapped around the side of his neck. “Connor, stop, son.”

Connor’s expression was painfully tight, and tears finally broke loose from the ring of wet collecting under his eyes. He took a deep, heaving breath, and Hank felt some part of him shatter right there in Hank’s hands in the driveway.

“I’m sorry,” Connor choked, bowing his head forward, his knees bending toward his chest like a ball. “I’m sorry, and I can’t say sorry enough…I thought…Hank.”

“Right here, I’m right here.” Hank pulled Connor’s shaking form to him, wrapping his arms around him and keeping one hand on the back of his head. “Oh, Connor, you are not stupid, and you’re not a monster. The worst thing you are is somebody who has too much faith in other people.”

That didn’t seem to give his friend any comfort, and Hank sighed, deciding to hold his tongue for the time being as Connor broke down completely in his arms. The neighborhood was quiet tonight; the other homes around Hank’s house had never been overly lively or curious anyway, but the openness of the driveway felt suddenly very exposed for such a private thing happening. Connor felt humiliated enough tonight about things Hank couldn’t save him from, but he could save him from any nosy eyes that might see this now.

“Okay,” Hank murmured, rubbing his hand up and down Connor’s back twice quickly. “Okay, son, let’s go inside.”

Connor took in a few sharp breaths, struggling to calm himself, and he managed it enough to nod. Hank carefully took one of Connor’s arms around his neck and then slowly began to stand, taking Connor to his feet with him. His partner swayed heavily, still under the effects of the drug and physically and emotionally exhausted. He was alarmingly pliant as Hank walked them both from the car to the front porch and into the house.

As soon as they were inside, he closed the door to keep the rest of the world out. The world had taken enough from Connor today. The least it could do for the rest of the night was leave him the fuck alone.

“We’re home now.”

#whumptober2019 #no.25 #dbh connor #dbh hank anderson #whew this one got a little long

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