#and i’m just having such a hard time regulating body temperature tonight

[lesbianashleywilliams]

um

which one of these bitches in this sharehouse is running the washing machine at 1 in the morning.

quiet hours are supposed to be from 11 pm-6 am. fucka you. i hope you die. i hope we all die.

[wwilloww]

point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend.  Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.  

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness! 

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party! 

©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

point of no return 

“Fuckin’ shithead mutherfuckin cunt basket,” you hiss.

Nothing would turn it on.

You tried pressing the knob. You tried twisting it until your hand rubbed raw. You tried shaking it. You tried begging in your sweetest, most saccharine tone. You even tried giving it compliments.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with three coats of white paint? No?”

Fifteen minutes ago the antique radiator — so old it would probably be better in a museum of old technologies than as a functioning heat mechanism — stuttered to a halt and refused to turn back on.

When you had picked the house out with your best friend, Jimin, you’d loved it for it’s Victorian era charm. But now with the December cold creeping in through the thin window and your refusal to own more than one blanket you were shivering madly, teeth clattering cold. And wildly in doubt of your house hunting skills.

With a heavy sigh and slumped shoulders, you drag your comforter off of the mattress, wrap it tightly over your shivering shoulders, and pad barefoot down the hall. Instead of knocking, you just twist the door handle, letting the door swing open before you with a long, drawn-out squeak. You wince at the sound.

A dark figure sits up from the bed, squinting at you in the darkness.

“Is that—”

“It’s me,” you whisper. If it were anyone else, that response would be useless. But after years of friendship Jimin knows every tune and nook in your voice — the way it sounds when you’re upset, or scared, or — in this case — really fucking cold. “The heater broke.”

“What?” His voice is groggy and sleep-heavy.

“The heater broke. Can I stay here tonight?”

He scrunches his nose and wipes a hand across his face.

“Yeah, sure, uh—” He shifts a bit in bed and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing anything at all. You gulp. It’s the coldest month of the year and the fucker is naked in bed, nothing more than a top sheet thrown over his body, the rest of the duvet crumpled at the foot of the bed. Even though you know he’s one to sleep in the nude (“It invigorates your skin and keeps your body temperature regulated,” he had explained to you once) seeing it, in front of you, just the thinnest piece of fabric between you and your best friend’s junk is a whole other story.

As he moves, the sheet slips down, revealing his toned stomach, only visible by the moonlight flooding through the bay windows of his bedroom.

“Give me a minute to put something on?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, turning around quickly to give him some semblance of privacy, your blanket whooshing out behind you.

You can hear him pad over to his dresser, just three feet behind you. You swallow hard as you imagine him, totally naked, so close to you. Literally within arms reach. If you could only—

“Turn around, I’m done.”

You peek over your shoulder before turning fully, only to see Jimin, now clothed in some pretty short black boxers, climbing back into bed. Blanket trailing, you shuffle after him, climbing into the warm bed from the other side.

You pull your comforter as tightly around you as you can, but you’re still cold. As you turn to face away from your friend, you can’t help but shiver, your shoulders shaking with the chill that’s settled deep in your bones.

“Can you stop shaking?” Jimin’s sleep-adled voice grunts from behind you.

“I’m too cold,” you whine.

“Come ‘ere—”

And before you know it, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging your body backwards until it meets his. He pulls the blanket up and slides in behind you, wrapping himself around your shivering form.

“Better?” he asks while you’re still in shock from the amount of contact he’s just put the two of you in.

“Mhmm,” you squeak out, even as your body continues to shake.

“You’re a liar,” he chuckles.

“I don’t know why you bothered to ask then,” you snap back, wrapping your arms tight around yourself.

You’re not sure if he sees this or if he’s acting on his own accord. You let out a small gasp as he tugs you even closer, his arm slipping under the blanket to press against the skin of your hip. He maneuvers you backwards, your body as limp as a puppet, while you lay there in shock (and a small bit of exhilaration). He presses the back of your body flush against his front and snakes his top arm up the front of your torso until it rests in the center of your chest, gripping your opposite shoulder.

Trapped.

You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. All you can think about is the way he’s pressed up against you, only your thin flannel pajama pants and his even thinner black boxers keeping the most sensitive parts of your bodies apart.

When he shifts, nustling his nose into the crook of your shoulder, you swear you can feel something long and hard press up against your ass.

And suddenly the warmth that is flooding through you has absolutely nothing to do with the shared body heat. Instead it’s coming from someplace deep down — somewhere yearning and desperate — and also from that strange fluttering thing in your chest.

All there is is white. You know somewhere far above you is an endless sea of stars, blinking down on you. But all you know is the grass beneath you and the swimming white sheets that float above and around you.

Someone’s laughing and you turn your face to see him — Jimin — beaming and reaching out towards you.

Somewhere in your mind you know it’s night time and that everything should be dark — and yet, everything around him is lit up and glows with a sourceless light.

Joy rushes through you and as you reach out towards him, he disappears and a new kind of light — warmth — appears behind you.

“I want—” you start to say, but his hand comes up to your mouth, silencing you.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

All there is warmth.

Too much of it, actually.

As your eyes blink open to the dark room, the remnants of some dream, lots of white, Jimin’s smile fall away from your consciousness. You kick your leg out into the freezing air and sigh as the coolness washes the heat from your body. Relief.

The warmth that hasn’t been erased, however, is sitting heavy in your lower belly, pooling and swirling and wanting.

You do your best to ignore it, knowing it’s probably some mix of the dream and the thing that you’ve kept hidden on the edge of your consciousness for too long.

You close your eyes again, wishing for sleep to come back and pull you away from these thoughts. Just as you feel the soft edges of another dream lapping at the edges of your mind, Jimin groans behind you and comes to press up against you again, his hand snaking down over your belly.

Eyes shoot open. There. Behind you. Right between the swell of your ass. You can feel his cock pressing into you, at full hardness. You gasp at the sensation, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth so as not to wake him. Slowly, you try to scootch away from his grip, but he holds you there, his arm only tightening when you try to move away.

It’s not that you don’t want it — you do — your body is singing with electricity at the thought of his hard cock against you, between you, inside you. God, if only. However, it’s the consequences, the unspoken question, the unanswered desires (the answer to which you may just not want to know) that push you away from him.

This is your best friend. The person you’ve always been able to rely on and trust. The man you know you can turn to at any moment and know there will never be a question dangling between the two of you.

Except for now.

As he slowly circles his hips against yours, the most delightful, breathy pants falling from his lips — so soft you can barely hear them — the question looms larger than ever.

Are you in love with your best friend?

However, here, his arm wrapped so tightly around your belly, it’s easy to sink into the desire. To equate the arrival of the question with the arousal rising in your body. To tell yourself this is just pleasure, this is natural.

Jimin’s palm is splayed out across your lower belly, pressing hard against you.

He’s rutting shallowly against you, moving for the sake of his own pleasure. A high note of satisfaction slips from his lips, before a name tumbles shortly after it into your ear.

Not any name.

Your name.

You choke on your own words as you understand it. Confusion rushes over you but it’s quickly replaced by adrenaline as his hand clenches and unclenches around your shirt and he shifts and stretches.

Jimin is waking up. Is he going to say something? Is he going to tell you he didn’t mean it at all? Will he run from you?

His body freezes as he realizes the position he’s in. Wrapped so intimately around you, his hard cock pressed against you.

“Shit,” you hear him whisper. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You squeeze your eyes closed and lay as still as possible as you feel him pull away from you. And then the bed dips just enough and you realize he’s leaning over you, checking to see if you’re asleep or not.

You smooth out your features, hoping he doesn’t catch that you’ve been awake this whole time.

The December morning light is streaming in bold and warm through the window.

Your hand goes searching for Jimin, but all you find is an empty, chilled, pillow. There’s a good chance he’s already headed out for the day to see friends or to run errands and so you assume it’s safe as you tiptoe downstairs to get some water and some much needed coffee. Not that you slept much last night.

As you enter the kitchen, the earthy smell of fresh coffee hits you and you take a deep breath, inhaling the nutty aroma. There’s a full pot of coffee already waiting for you on the counter. You smile. Jimin has always been a considerate housemate, but to leave you coffee in the morning? I’m so lucky to have a friend like him, you sigh as you turn to the cabinet to grab a mug.

“Good morning!” an almost nervous, too-cheery voice sings out from behind you.

“AGh!” you cry, nearly dropping the mug you’re holding. Jimin’s quicker than you are though, and reaches out, just as it drops below your belly button. He’s laughing, his delightful giggle filling the light-painted kitchen but all you can think about is how close he’s standing to you, the mug brushing up against your stomach.

“Got it,” he grins.

“You know you can’t jump out at me like that!” you scold, trying to take the mug back from him. But he turns and goes to fill it up for you.

“I literally said your name twice before you noticed. Someone was too lost in dreamland.”

“Pshh, no, I — you need to be a little louder.”

“Can we talk about last night?” Jimin asks as he hands you a cup of coffee. “I, uh, I think there was an accident, I had a dream you were—”

You panic.

“Last night? Oh gosh yeah! I slept like a rock! Thank you for keeping me warm. I would have frozen to death if it weren’t for you.”

You smile as sweetly as you can at him.

He blinks back.

“I mean — uh, yeah, sure, I mean, you’re welcome but that’s not what I mean —”

“Nothing to talk about!” you chirp, already scurrying towards the stairs that lead back up to your bedroom.

“Hey! I’m trying to talk to you!” he cries as you pad upstairs, making a beeline for your bedroom as the coffee you’re holding sloshes around in the mug.

“Oof, well I’m already tired again, gonna take a nap!”

You sprint up the stairs and as you do you hear him call behind you.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

It hits harder than you want it to.

“Come on, princess. You’re taking forever!”

You’re back down on your bed, swaddled in all the blankets in the house you could find, scrolling through your phone.

“I don’t want to go!”

“Well I do!” The door finally swings open and Jimin stands there, all dolled up for the night out. He’s wearing tight leather pants that hug his toned thighs just right and a half opened black shirt that he’s still buttoning as you look on. Beneath his hands, his chest shows, the muscular planes simple and sheer perfection. A single silver earring dangles from his left ear, the other one filled with a variety of studs.

As you peek out of your blanket fort, you gulp as you take in his flawless appearance. He looks like straight sex, the darkness of his outfit highlighting every muscle and curve.

"You look nice," you manage to squeak, and Jimin blushes, his praise kink showing. "Those pants are..." Hot as fuck? More beautiful than the Mona Lisa? Just asking me to rip them off? Floundering for language, you just let your sentence trail off as he looks on, a pink tinge still dancing across his features.

"You wanna wear them?"

"Pfft, no," you lie.

“Are you planning on getting out of bed?”

“No.”

"Well then, if you're not going to get out of bed and dress yourself I'll do the honors." Jimin stomps over to the tiny door leading to your closet and swings it open. He ruffles through your set of clothes, as disparate from a full flannel collection (one that you are quite proud of) to an evening gown that never got worn. Words you can't quite hear or understand tumble from his mouth in a stream of frustrated mumbles as he seems to be looking for something very specific. "Aha!" he finally cries out. "Here it is."

What he pulls out is not what you expected.

It's a simple piece. A light tan slip dress, one with a bit of a scoop to the bust. One that hugs all of your curves just right and sits low enough the weight keeps the dress exactly where you want it to be and high enough that your upper thighs are deliciously on display - something that simultaneously excites you and scares the hell out of you. You bought it on a whim, hoping it would help you embody your inner club girl (or "inner slut" as your friend Jungkook would correct you - which, if you were being entirely honest, was really what you meant when you spoke about going to the club.)

"That one? Really?"

"What, you wanna wear this?" He turns back to the closet before pulling out a second dress, this one long and emerald green and sparkly with a full slit up the side.

"No." You pout.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Ugh!" you cry, burrowing deeper into your blanket fort. "Itsmyslutdress," you mumble.

"What?"

"Itsmyslutdress!" you mumble, but louder this time.

"Did you just call it a slut dress?"

You pop your head out of the warmth cocoon with a sigh.

"Yes."

"What does that even mean?"

"It is the dress I wear when I want to embody my slutty alter-ego. The dress I wear when I wanna get laid."

Jimin blinks a few times before turning back to you with a grin.

"Well--do you not want to get laid tonight?" he asks slowly.

You gape at him.

Even as best friends, even talking about your hookups, you never really talked about sex iteself. Everytime you brought it up, whether it was at the bar and you were ogling some tall, dark, handsome stranger as if some psychic had promised you he was your entire future, he always seemed to shut down. And yet, around your other friends, he was an open book. "Basically a sex expert," Jungkook had told you once. "A sexpert." He'd added, grinning.

But with you, sex was off the table. You were more open and vulnerable with him than you were anyone in your life - and he with you. But sex was just never on the discussion board for you two.

"Do you wanna get laid tonight?"

"Are you offering?" you shoot back teasingly.

"Of course," he says softly.

Your mouth drops.

Of course? Of course?!

"I mean! No! What? Wait? Can you repeat the question?"

"You said yes," you say slowly.

"What! No! I did not!"

Jimin is basically stomping his foot on the ground.

"You did!"

He looks almost angry and you're not sure whether to laugh at the softness with which he had agreed to fuck you - or to feel hurt by his quick change of mind.

"Did not!"

You break into giggles finally releasing yourself from your cocoon of warmth to sprawl out on the bed in a fit of laughter. Your little tirade is quickly shut down though as the silky fabric of the dress is thrown onto your face and you cough around the material.

"Get dressed. I don't want to be late," he says, his voice flat.

“It’s too cold for the slut dress,” you grumble in a last ditch effort, fabric falling into your mouth as you sleep.

“Then wear a fucking turtleneck and snow pants to the club,” Jimin says. “I don’t care, just please get dressed.”

The door slams and when you pull the dress away from your face, the room is empty again. With a sigh, you roll off the bed and begin to get ready for the night.

By the time you pulled up to the dark, sticker-plastered doors of the club, Jimin had resumed his usually joyful and peppy demeanor, all memories of his little slip up erased from the night.

You knew better than to push him about it. You knew that he shut down when you called him out on these things in the past— like the way his eyes lingered on you for too long when you showed off a new bathing suit, the cute little stutter he donned when he was flustered by you, or the way he would basically run at top speed in any direction away from you when you emerged from the shower, nothing but a towel wrapped around your body.

As you are swallowed into the sea of dancing figures and booming bass, you feel his hand come to rest on your waist. Pushing further into the crowd, his touch is reassuring. Steadying. His way of keeping a hold on you without actually holding onto you.

He sees them before you do, and quickly grabs onto your hand, tugging you forward into the mass of swaying figures. Waving and yelling their names, the two of you tumble towards your friends. Jungkook and Raven stand near the bar, their faces lighting up when they finally spot you in the mess of strangers.

Raven embraces you first, his arms pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I wanna dance!” Jungkook says before you can even step away from Raven. Drinks abandoned, Jungkook has grabbed both yours and Jimin’s hands and drags you out to the dance floor.

The bass courses through you as your friends surround you, bopping and swaying to the barely understandable lyrics.

Jimin has always been a good dancer. A great dancer, actually. His moves range from absolutely side-achingly hilarious to -- dare you say it -- undeniably sensual.

He twirls you onto the dance floor, the two of you falling into your usual routine of swinging and laughing and kicking all around.

And as the upbeat and perhaps misplaced summer hit switches to a more sensual song he matches it naturally, letting his hips sway and glide to the rhythm. He pulls you along with him, twirling you more slowly. When you twist into his grasp, he doesn’t hesitate to take you into his arms, pressing you against him.

As his arms come to wrap around your shoulders, you can’t help but press back into him.

Raven winks at you and you grin back at him, shooing him and his teasing away.

It’s easy to fall into this. Easy to fall into the sway of Jimin’s body and the safety that comes with being pressed so close against him. You fit perfectly into his body, every one of your curve the antithesis to his. Like two puzzle pieces.

You let your hand drop down to his thigh, gripping it for stability as you sway your hips against his. The muscle tenses beneath your touch and you take that as an opportunity to roll your ass against his crotch.

He meets your movements, grinding back up into you, his hand dropping to your waist where he grips you tightly and guides your movements even further back into him.  

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers in your ear.

His body pressed against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The nights the two of you have spent in your kitchen, sliding around in socks and grooving to your favorite music, springing each other around your shared house — all of those hours, all of those years make it so when he moves against you he knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly what you want him to do. You move in tandem, as if you are sharing a brain, a story, a body.

You tilt your head up to him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Why not?”

“I-I can’t mess up.” He says, but he continues to sway at your back.

“You’re not messing up. I like this.”

As you reach behind you, letting your hand trail up beneath his shirt, you can feel him press into your touch. Chasing it, searching it out. But as your hand trails back down, fingernails scraping delicately against the skin, he seems to snap out of it and steps back from you, even as he keeps his hands on your hips.

You turn, trying to pull him back to you, but you see his brow is furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Just fine!” he says, just a little to cheerfully. “I-I just think I’m done with dancing for tonight.”

Even as he says it he pulls you closer to his chest.

“I’m going to get some drinks, do you want something?”

“You don’t want to dance with me?”

“I— uh— it’s not that.” He shakes his head.

“Please, come on, it’ll be fun,” you groan, tugging on his arm. But he stands firm and stiff. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“I don’t want to dance tonight. Just go on ahead.”

You look your friend up and down. Jimin was never one to turn down an opportunity to dance.

“Okay,” you say, painting a smile on your features even as your heart aches slightly at his rejection. “I just want you to have fun. Do you want me to come with?”

“No--it’s okay. I’ll be back, alright?”

“Alright?”

You watch as he disappears back into the mass of people. You stand still, wondering What the hell just happened?

However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted as Raven reaches out to you, pulling you to him in a graceful spin.

“Distract yourself, darling,” he says with a chuckle. “He’ll come around, don’t you worry.”

Before you have a chance to process his words, Raven spins you out again in the crowd.

You stumble just a little bit, until hands come to rest on the dip of your hips, lingering there just enough to stabilize you. However, they quickly release you as soon as you are standing tall again.

“Oh, ah, thank you,” you half-yell as you turn around, attempting to raise your voice above the noise.

The man who stands behind you is undeniably gorgeous. Tall, with a dark lock of hair hanging into your forehead and the most beautiful smile.

“No worries, it happens all the time,” he grins at you. “What’s your name.”

You yell back at him, but when he can’t hear you, you step closer to him, pressing against his chest to speak your name into his ear. His hand comes down on your waist as you do, lightly.

“My name’s Hoseok. You can call me Hobi though. Care to dance?”

You grin up at him and nod. You’ve never been one to turn down a dance partner.

He takes your hand, quick to find the rhythm of the music.

Hoseok is a natural. As each song progresses, his dances become more intricate. He’s happy to lead you through them and you can’t help but laugh as he spins you around the floor while others are swaying and grinding. You’ve never had this much fun with a stranger, but as he moves against you, you can’t help but think of the way Jimin felt pressed so close to you earlier in the night. It’s just not quite the same.

It’s easy to get lost in him, in his beaming smile and witty jokes that he bends down to whisper in your ear. He compliments you freely, and you do the same in return.

As the night continues you and Hoseok dance closer and closer until he’s pressed deliciously up against your back. You find yourself lost in the sensation of being embraced by someone, even if it isn’t the person you’d want to be there.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you wanna come home with me?” The man leans down, the husk of his voice brushing deliciously against your ear.

“I can’t.” You say, turning back towards him. “But thank you.”

“No problem,” he says, leaning down to chastely kiss your cheek. “Can I ask you a question before you go?”

You nod.

“Does your refusal have anything to do with the man at the bar who hasn’t taken his eyes off of us since we started dancing?”

“What?”

He nods over your shoulder, back towards the bar. Through the crowd, you can barely see your friends, but as you reach up on your tippy toes you see them all gathered around, laughing and talking. And then at the edge of them is Jimin. He stands tall and proud and with an unusually grim expression on his face. But when he sees you looking at him, he quickly averts his gaze to his drink, which he is continually swirling in his hand.

“You’re going home with him, aren’t you?”

“Well, duh, he’s my roommate, I—”

“You should go for it,” he interrupts you.

“Go for it?”

“Go for it.”

“There’s nothing there,” you state, matter of factly. “We’re just really good friends!” You’re not sure why you tell him this, but there’s something soft in his eyes that spurs you on.

“Good friends don’t eye fuck each other all night.”

“We weren’t—”

“No need to explain it to me.” He holds up his hands. “But it seems like you have some explaining to do to him. Or at least to yourself.”

You sputter. “Psh! What! No! I’m just tired, Hobi, and if I had the energy I would be fucking you right here, right now, on the dance floor. It has nothing to do with Jimin. Nothing at all!” You realize you’ve got your finger poking into his chest and you quickly draw it back. “Sorry.”

“Okay…”

“Well.” You put your hands on your hips, wiping the frustrated look off of your face. “I should go, I guess. It was nice dancing with you, partner. I’ll be the first to admit you got great hips.”

He’s laughing, and you’re not sure if it’s at you or with you, but when you extend you hand for a friendly fistbump, he meets it with all the enthusiasm in the world, pulls you into a hug, and is off on his merry way, off to find a new dancing partner.

Left alone in the middle of the floor, you kind of just stand there, mulling over what the stranger had said to you. Soon though, you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around to see a blank faced Jimin.

“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m all good!” you chirp, perhaps too cheerfully. As you begin to make your way back to the bar, his hand comes to rest on your lower back and you shiver at the touch.

“So you’re not going home with him?” He nods back in the direction of the disappearing stranger.

“Why would I?”

“Well, you wore your slut dress, so I figured he was a contender.” He doesn’t meet your eye.

“I didn’t want to fuck him.” You stop, and turn to him.

He laughs, almost nervously. “Well I guess that’s an important factor.”

“Yeah, just a minor detail,” you shoot back, grinning.

“I guess it’s all for the best. Didn’t like the looks of him much anyways.

You giggle. “What? Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t be jealous.”

“Can’t be? Or aren’t?”

Jimin blinks back at you, an expression of utter surprise on his face. You know his answer in that moment, and yet — there is a kind of doubt that sits in you. That until he says it, it just won’t be real.

And still, he avoids your question.

“I think I’m gonna head home, do you wanna come with or head back with Tae and Raven?”

“I’ll come back with you, there’s nothing left here for me.”

“Great,” he says, a small smile on his lips. “Let’s go.”

“My heat is still out,” you call.

You’re standing at the door to his room in nothing but your pajama shirt. When you’d gotten home Jimin was quick to wish you goodnight and sweet dreams and book it up to his bedroom. You had gone to your own room and changed into sleep clothes, only to climb into bed and realize just how fucking freezing your blankets still were.

But as you stand outside his bedroom, when you press down on the handle, the door is unusually locked. He never locks the door, you think.

“Jimin!”

You push down on the handle, jiggling it obnoxiously as you hope your best friend can hear you from the other side, and isn’t just ignoring you. As you rattle the metal handle, something seems to come loose within the door and all of a sudden the door is swinging open inwards and there’s Jimin, leaning against the backboard of his bed, legs spread, and--

“Oh no—”

Even as your hands flash up to cover your eyes, you know it’s too late.

You’ve already seen it.

It’s imprinted on your brain. The image of Jimin with his head thrown back, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock hastily pulled out of his jeans. He must have been in such a rush he didn’t even bother to pull his pants down. Instead, the leather pants are simply tugged down just enough from him to slip his cock out of them.

“What the fuck!” he yelps.

“Did I—interrupt?” You can’t help but burst into giggles, even as you keep your hands firmly clamped to your face.

“Yes! Yes, you did!” he says, scrambling for the sheet. He pulls it over himself and then does up his pants again.

“If it makes you feel any better you have a nice looking dick!” you squeak out from behind your hands.

He wipes a hand wearily over his face.

“You really wanna have a conversation about my dick right now?”

“See a dick, converse about a dick, am I right?” you laugh nervously.

“No, no, you’re not. It usually goes like ‘see a dick, forget the fact that you ever looked at a dick.’”

“You got a point there.”

The room falls into silence for a moment before Jimin coughs and speaks.

“You can take your hands away now.”

Ever-so-slowly you release your hands from your face, looking over at Jimin who looks — not upset, not embarrassed, not angry — but intrigued. He’s looking at you with a mix of curiosity — and something else. Something you can’t quite put a finger on.

“Welp, I better be going—���

“I thought you said your heat is still out.”

You turn back around slowly.

“...It is. But I can go. I don’t want to make you feel… uncomfortable.”

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable. I don’t know if you could.”

“I’ve definitely made you feel uncomfortable before. Like that one time I put peanut butter on your special pickles and tried to fry them—”

“Okay, okay, maybe in like, a superficial way. But not in a deep way.” He pauses. “You’re my best friend for a reason.”

You’re still standing in the doorway, and as he looks you over — gaging your reaction, reading your emotions, trying to understand what’s going on in that far-off mind of yours — he realizes you’ve got your arms wrapped around your torso, protecting yourself from the biting draft that drifts down the hallway.

“Come ‘ere. You’re sleeping here tonight.” He says it without hesitation.

You look at him, and then back down the darkened hallway, and then back at him, the warm glow of his bedside lamp painting his features gold. His cheeks are still slightly flushed, his chest peeks out of his loose button down. And perhaps it’s that image that draws you to him — or, what you tell yourself in that moment, the inviting warmth of the layers of blankets on his bed and the radiator that sits close by.

You climb into bed, quickly tucking yourself into the blankets and rolling onto your side, away from him. However, you can feel his hands reaching out towards you, pulling the blankets closer to you, tucking you in further to their addicting warmth.

“I’m uh, gonna read for a little bit, is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, course,” you say, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow you’ve stolen and burry your face into.

He rifles through the nightstand. Behind you, he shifts, getting a bit more comfortable and you can hear the comforting sound of pages turning as he begins to read.

Even as you close your eyes, sleep evades you. As much as you try to banish it from your mind, it seems as if the image of his thick cock is burned into your retina, the vein on the underside of it swollen and pronounced. All you can see in your mind’s eye is Jimin, lost in his own pleasure. His face scrunched, eyes squeezed shut. What would it be like to see what he saw, whatever it was that had him gripping his cock so tight the knuckles began to turn white?

“So do you usually masterbate without porn?”

It slips out before you know what you’re saying.

He coughs behind you, and it sounds like he’s choking.

“What?!”

Well, you think. Now that it’s out there I might as well just go for it. You flip over onto your otherside, face half hidden by the blanket.

“When I walked in on you — you were just… lost in thought. No video or audio or,” you nod at the book he’s holding. “Rip off of Half a Hundred Colors of Dark-White.”

He gapes at you.

“Why are you so obsessed with my masterbatory habits, hm?”

“I-I’m not! I’m just curious, like one would be when they accidentally catch their best friend masterbating. We all, you know, do it. I, myself, have a very lovely connection of multi-colored vibrators — all sizes and shapes and, uh, textures? And vibrations and settings and speeds and—”

“So you wanna talk about it then?” He’s still sitting above, looking down on you. He cocks an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You didn’t want to talk about last night but you want to talk about how I get myself off?”

It’s your turn to gape.

“Uh, what? Last night, psh no!”

He readjusts his position so he’s facing you now, one leg bent and propped up, the other one folded beneath it. You do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face, and not on the prominent bulge that is now in your direct line of vision.

“So you weren’t grinding on my cock last night — or god forbid tonight at the club — But you wanna know about my masterbatory habits?”

You swallow and despite the chill air of the bedroom, you sit up, letting the blankets fall around your waist.

“I suppose that is what I’m asking.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you lick your lips. You know what you’re asking. You know where you’re pushing things. Everything about this next step terrifies you. And yet, it’s all you’ve been thinking about for the past 24 hours. Hell, the past several years.

You’d be lying if you said that last night’s dream was the tamest of the ones Jimin starred in. He haunted you. His image, his being, were everywhere you turned. Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

“You know, most friends talk about this kind of shit.”

“Do they?”

“Yes. They talk about sex. They talk about getting off. They talk about their interests and turn-offs and fantasies and--”

“And you wanna talk about this?” His hand lands on yours. You look up at him as he squeezes your fingers within his warm grasp.

“I-I guess I do. Sometimes it bothers me that we don’t talk about it.”

“Then let’s talk about it,” he says, a little bit more confidence slipping into his voice. He picks your hand up, weaving his fingers in between yours. The way he looks at them reminds you of someone looking at a beautiful vista or an undiscovered creature for the first time. There is wonder -- and also confusion -- in him. “I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I never wanted to… turn our friendship into something that you didn’t want. Something that made you uncomfortable.”

“And I didn’t want to push.”

“Push me? Into what?”

You glance down at your hands. “I don’t know, something that you were disgusted by.”

“I could never be disgusted by you. It’s the opposite, actually.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away? When I want to talk about things? When I want to be close to you?”

Jimin is silent for a moment.

“Because I’m never sure if this is just fun to you,” he says softly. “What if something happens and you realize you don’t want it in the way you thought you did?”

“And what if something happens and it’s exactly what I want?” One hand still resting in his grasp, you reach out with the free one to clutch onto his shirt. Not wanting to push too far, you make do with tangling your fingers in the silky fabric, twisting it around yourself until you are lost in it.

You don’t see it coming. His hand reaching up to yours, pressing your hand to his chest. Slowly, he slides your intertwined hands up until he can press your palm to his chest. Beneath the fabric you can hear the gentle thud of his heart beating, quicker than usual. And there, he just holds it. Mulling. Contemplating.

“It feels like I’ve been distracted…” He licks his lips as he considers his next several words. “...for weeks. Probably longer. I’ve been trying to hold everything in because it’s not supposed to be there. But the temptation to just give in… To just lean into the things that I want… It’s always there. It doesn’t go away. But--sometimes I can distract myself from it.”

“What is it that you want?”

His gaze flickers back up from your lips. The look in his eyes is searing. Burning. There’s desire there — one that’s all consuming — but something else too. He refuses to look away from you, instead roving over your whole face as if he’s trying to memorize it. As if when he speaks next he might forget you entirely. And that’s when you realize. It’s not confusion dancing in his eyes. It’s loss. He thinks he’s going to lose you.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t have it.”

“You can.”  

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s trying to hold back. “There— there are lines that once you cross you can never go back to.”

“Jimin, I want you.”

The words hang in the stilled silence of the room like lead, suspended and out of place. But you push on, and as you do, his grip tightens around your hands and he’s pulling you forward until you’re flush against his chest.

“And it’s not because of your monster cock -- although that’s like a really really great benefit that I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting--” Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Anyways, I want you for you. I think I’ve wanted you since I met you, but--” You glance down. “I’ve been too scared to admit it. Too scared or too dumb.”

Jimin raises your chin so that you are eye to eye. He’s so close.

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home -- and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

“Then don’t.”

“Simple as that,” he laughs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He tightens his grip and you instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, tugging him closer to you.

“Simple as that,” you repeat.

The words hang in the air for a moment, filling the space of the bedroom. And then their sound is gone, leaving the air vacant of sound. The weight of what you’ve both just said crashes down upon you.

Simple as that.

“I want to kiss you,” Jimin whispers. “Can I kiss you?”

“Always,” you barely manage to mumble before your lips are crashing together. They begin clumsily, desperate. Teeth knocking together as you both scramble frantically for connection. For the missed years. For the gazes thrown across the hallway, quick and longing.

And then you find your groove. Just like on the dance floor, there is an unspoken communication to the way that you move together. Chasing and pursuing. Biting and pressing. You gasp as Jimin slips his tongue between your lips, swiping against the roof of your mouth.

It feels like forever and no time at all that you’re wrapped up in his arms, his hands climbing the height of your back as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

As the kiss slips into gentleness, you feel him between your legs. He’s impossibly hard. You don’t know if it’s thought or basic instinct that leads you to press your hips forward, sliding ever so slightly along his length. You know you’ve done the right thing when he groans into your mouth. You do it again, this time swiveling against him. His hands snake down to your hips, fingers digging into the fleshy bits of your sides.

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” he groans against your lips.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

He kisses you fiercely and you let your hands wander beneath the silk of his shirt, tracing the planes of his skin until you’ve had enough and need more. You attempt to tug the fabric up, but he seems lost in your lips.

“Off, please,” you say when you can’t get it over his shoulders.

He grins at you and shucks it off in one go, tossing it onto the floor.

You lean back just enough to admire him like this, the planes of his chest glowing dimly in the light of the lamp.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur in awe.

He captures your lips again, his movements soft and dutiful. And then with all the gentleness in the world, he turns the both of you, cradling the nape of your neck as he lowers you down onto the pillows.

“I never thought I could have you like this.”

“Me neither. I-I don’t know if I can go back.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I already know I don’t want to go back.”  

You smile up at him, a feeling of warmth and love spreading through your chest. As he sits back, looking down on you, you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it to join his discarded top on the floor.

His eyes rove over your naked form, bare of everything except for the grannie panties you slipped on before knocking on his door. At the beginning of the night you wanted nothing but to make sure everything was thoroughly covered. Now you wish you had gone for something a bit more stylish.

Even as you think this, looking at him you know he doesn’t give a flying fuck what you’re wearing.

He leans down again, kissing you. He lets his weight rest just enough on you as he settles between your legs and you arch up at the dull contact.

As he bites down on your lip, you push up into him, searching for more.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Please,” you gasp.

His hand comes down on your thigh, pushing you open just enough. And then, as he comes back to kiss you, he slips his hand down your stomach, fingers teasing at the waistband of your panties.

You can’t help as your hips buck up as he slips a finger down your folds. You’re already soaking, arousal quickly coating his finger.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers against your lips, gaze searching yours. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

As the final word slips out of his mouth, he inserts the first finger into your tight entrance and you yelp in pleasure, the feeling of him filling you more sensation than you could imagine. Ever so slowly, he begins to pump it in and out before adding a second finger.

“I want to get you ready for me,” he murmurs. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want it,” you gasp as he presses against your g spot. “Please, I need it, please, Jimin, fuck me.”

“Patience, baby. I will in due time. But first I need you a little more stretched out.”  

When he adds a third finger, the pressure building deliciously in your abdomen, there’s nothing you can do to hold back the way your body jerks or the whine that slips through your lips.

“God, I never even imagined you would sound this desperate, this beautiful.”

As he continues to press against the soft spongy spot inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep control but quickly losing it.

“You thought about this?”

“Of course I thought about it.”

“Tell me what you thought about,” you pant, his fingers still working rhythmically in and out of you.

“The list is endless,” he murmurs. “I think about what it would feel like to fuck you. What it would sound like to have you call my name. What it would be like to have you cum again and again around my cock, and then walk out of here, with it dripping down your leg so that anyone who sees will know it too. To have you so fucked out and screaming that everyone in a ten mile radius knows exactly who is fucking you so well, who you belong to.”

“Ah!” you cry as your orgasm begins to build. “Jimin! I’m so close, I--”

And just like that, his fingers are gone from your clenching walls and you are left with a feeling of absolute emptiness drifting through you. He pulls back with a smirk.

“Wha--”

“When you come, I want it to be around my cock.”

Your gaze flickers down to his crotch, where his dick is straining against the tight confines of the leather. “That just can’t be comfortable,” you say, your voice shaking even as you unapologetically eye his obvious arousal. “Please take them off. I’ll make you feel good.”

“You can?”

“I want to,” you explain. “I want to help.” You look up at him again and see that his gaze is dark with desire. “Can I?”

Slowly, he nods, and you reach out towards him, for the buttons to his jeans. As your fingers land on the cold metal of the button, his come down atop yours, popping the button open expertly.

As you slowly slide the zipper down, you swallow.

Everything about this feels right. There’s the sensation of a fire burning in your chest. It’s not just wanting his body. It’s chasing the feeling of electricity sparking through you every time he touches you. Chasing the want of his hands, his gaze, his everything focused on you. Something twinges in your heart. Even as you want these things, you know it’s not fair to ask them of him, to expect them of him.

He stands to slip the rest of his pants off and you realize he’s not even wearing underwear. You gulp as you watch him strip, his beautiful body soon revealed in the dim lighting. His cock stands at full attention, deliciously hard and poking against his belly.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“I want it more than anything.”

The bed dips underneath his weight as he climbs towards where you lay. He lowers himself above you, expertly balancing his weight so that it doesn’t crush you. With one hand, he reaches down to palm his hard cock, the tip red and angry with need. With his knee, he pushes your legs wide open, making room for himself and spreading you out before him. At a devastatingly slow speed, he lines himself up with your aching center.

“So wet for me, princess. You’ve always been beautiful to me, but spread out like this, just waiting for my cock? You’re a dream.”

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what?”

As he comes to nestle his cock in between your dripping folds, you whimper with need.

All you can feel is his cock, his touch against your skin, the way his presence surrounds you and envelopes you.

“Please,” you whisper. “I need you, Jimin.”

He chuckles.

“You’re so desperate, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“My baby wants me to fuck her?” He slides slowly in and your back arches devilishly at the sensation of his fat cock stretching you open for him. He watches your facial expression carefully, not wanting to hurt you or push you too far too fast.

When he sees you relax just a little, he pushes in even further until he’s nestled inside you to the hilt. Once he knows you’re comfortable, he lets himself slip into the pleasure of you wrapped all around him. His eyes flutter closed, and he nestles his nose into the crook of your neck.

Gathering himself, he takes a deep breath, pushing up off of you so that he can better look down at you, your hair splayed on the pillow, cheeks warm with arousal, eyes wide in pleasure.

“God, you’re perfect for my cock. Like you were made to fit me.”

“Mmf, so big,” you groan as he shifts inside you. “Never felt this full before.”

As he begins to move, you gasp, hands coming up to cling at his back. The drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt is divine and you can’t help as your nails dig into his skin, raking down the planes of his back.

His eyes never leave your face, tracing your pleasure every time it flashes across your features.

“When I imagined this,” he pants, “I never even thought it could feel this good.”

He withdraws at a maddeningly slow pace, until just the tip of his cock rests inside your warmth.

“Please Jimin,” you gasp. “I need more.”

He smirks down at you. “More?” He gives a shallow thrust.

“More,” you groan, trying to push your hips down on him, anything to take him further into you. However, his hand quickly comes down on your hips, stopping all movement.

Leaning down to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, you gasp into his mouth as he thrusts into you with a great force. You cry his name as he bites down on your lower lip, the pace he sets brutal and exactly what you need. Each thrust rolls through your entire body, setting your nerves alight. When he gives a particularly hard thrust, your spine arches, hands slipping away from his back and coming to wrap around his wrists.

When he growls, you clench at the sound.

Your eyes flicker open in time to see his mouth gape and he groans when you do it again.

He answers your tightness with another roll of his hips, this time changing the angle just enough that it hits your g spot directly. You spasm around his cock, crying out as he continues to fuck you.

“You’ve ruined me,” Jimin gasps. “Nothing else, no one else is going to be like this. I wanna fuck this cunt until you can’t think of anything else.”

You start to respond, to tell him how much you want that, but his hand comes down on your clit, rubbing just gently enough that you’re yelping in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.

“I’m really gonna fuck you now, baby. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t anymore, okay?”

You nod, reaching down to your clit where your fingers brush against one another. You look down to see his cock rutting in and out of you, coated in your juices. As he withdraws his hand, he begins to pick up his speed.

The pace he sets reaches deep into your body, setting every nerve alight. You cling to him, begging him to fuck you harder. His cock seems to reach every single sensitive spot within you as rock your hips back up to his, meeting his every movement. He lets you now, lost in the feeling of your bodies moving together, seeking the same pleasure together.

When his pace begins to stutter, thrusts becoming long and rough, you know he’s close to his end.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he groans. He begins to sit back up and withdraw, but you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him towards you, the other one coming to press on the dip of his hips.

“Come inside, Jimin.”

“But--”

“I’m safe. I want to feel you come inside me. Wanna come with you.”

He groans at your words and lowers himself to you, letting his hips grind against yours in a tide of sensation. Each movement pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm until three words are tumbling from his lips and you are tipping over the edge.

He kisses you as you both ride out your orgasm, waves of pleasure washing through your body and into his as if you are connected on more than just a physical level. His lips are soft against yours, guiding you through your orgasm. Everything is breathless and wildly full, all at once.

Pulling back as his cock twitches within you, he peppers your neck with kisses, his plush lips pressing softly against the delicate skin beneath your ear.

“I love you, baby,” he murmurs against your skin.

“I love you too,” you hum, eyes fluttering blissfully closed as you tangle a hand in his hair, pressing him closer to you.

That’s how you fall asleep. Tangled up in each other, bodies meshed together until there’s no way to tell which way is up.

You wake up wrapped in warmth. The kind of warmth that radiates from your heart, shining on outwards and into the room around you. And, as your eyes blink open, you notice it also radiates from the absolute furnace that clings to your back.

“Mmm,” the furnace grumbles, rubbing his nose against the soft nape of your neck. You can feel him press his lips against the top of your spine, his breath fanning delicately against your skin. “G’morning.”

“Morning.” You speak softly, as if any noise will break the memory of last night, his whispered affections against your skin as you drifted off to sleep still hanging in the air. Too loud and you will shatter and destroy the memory. The words of his confession still carved into your skin, your mixed pleasures riddled through your body, the song of his joy and laughter emblazoned into the room -- all of that, you think, will disappear if you move too quickly or speak too loudly.

However, that notion is quickly banished when Jimin rolls over and groans dramatically, spreading his limbs out until he starfishes over the entire bed -- including you. With a little grunt, he flips over on his belly, shimmying over to you. Pulling the blankets down around you, you gasp as the cool air hits your skin.

He’s quick to rectify this as he rolls onto you, resting his head on your stomach, blowing a raspberry into your skin. You screech in laughter and as the sensation rushes through you, tickling you.

It takes a minute or two before you calm down, looking lovingly down at the man who holds your heart and running a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his forehead.

“I love you, you know that?” he mumbles into your belly.

“Do you?” you giggle, doubt still riddled in your mind.

His eyes shoot up to yours.

“Of course I do. Is there any question about it?” You look down on him, worry in your gaze. “Oh, baby.” He’s quick to prop himself up on his hands, but still stays sprawled out atop you, his weight heavy and comforting. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you--” You open your mouth to tell him there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but his hand comes up quickly and covers your mouth, effectively shushing you. “--at least I knew I was going to love you the first time I saw you. I knew I was going to fall madly and deeply in love with all of your quirks and strange obsessions and deep passions and maddenly horrible humor. And I knew I loved you a year in, and every day after that.”

You look down on him, tears welling up in your eyes at his sincerity.

“Come ‘ere,” you say, pulling him up towards you. He crawls up your chest, playfully nipping at your bare breasts before settling against you. He kisses you. Lets you sink into the sensation. And then he pulls back and says,

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.

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Hi babe! Would you mind if I request something for time skip kuroo now please? Idm how you go about it, would love some nsfw content with fluff as well, or whatever is easiest for you 💕 (I can’t deal with angst right now because I’m big sad after reading a fic, my heart can’t take it lol) thank youuuuu and don’t stress too much 💕

“you’re going to take me all”

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x female reader

cw: fluff, nsfw (male masturbation, underwear stealing, finger sucking, nipple play, headboard grabbing, female receiving oral, voyeurism (i think), protected sex)

word count: 2900+

a/n: hey baby, i know you sent the request in today but i was in a kuroo mood so here you are and hopefully you like the nsfw and fluff, but hopefully you liked it my lovely

summary: in which you catch kuroo jerking off to your underwear, both realising your crushes are mutual, you find yourself under him being fucked

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Kuroo’s eyes fell to the laundry basket, it had been a common occurrence for him to grab your basket filled with dirty clothes and stuff them with his own. He always separated the clothes, remembering the last time you scolded him for putting his red hoodie in with the white clothes. His eyes skimmed back to the clothes in his hands, he had begun separating them, the apartment having its own washing machine which both of you were very much grateful for.

He stared at the clothes, you always did have such pretty clothes, the lace and mesh of some shirts, the tight and loose pairs of jeans that adorned your ass perfectly each time. Then there was the stuff that he had never had the opportunity to see you wear, the lacy bra that he knew you’d hand wash as he put them on the side. He liked how delicate they looked, the sweet innocent bow which would rest between your sculpted breasts. 

He had caught a glimpse of them when you wore dresses for nights out or dinner with friends, but the way his mouth salivated at the image of you in the bra between his fingers made him groan in sexual frustration. His hands moved to the last pieces of your clothing, your underwear.

The mixed and matched types between his finger, the cotton texture grazing his knuckles, he could imagine it adorn your ass, cupping at it, he could see how the material would stretch across your body. The little pattern of kittens that would curve into your cheeks, he felt so lustful at the image but worse of all he felt disgusted to be thinking these thoughts.

It wasn’t supposed to be a common thing, but every week whenever Friday night hit, he was able to come off work early. He would always do the laundry, the excitement that came from grabbing the basket filled with your smell made him mind go wild. He’d stay in front of the washing machine, your clothes in his hand as he examined each one, wanting to see something from it. He didn’t know what it was, but the urge that he had every week waiting for ten minutes with your clothes brought him a sadistic joy.

Moving onto the next pair of underwear, he felt the nimble material between his fingers continuing on with the next 6 pairs. Until he reached the last pair, the one you had taken off this morning and chucked at the top of the pile. The cotton red underwear with a lace band, had been on you only a couple hours ago intoxicated him. He moved his fingers from the band of your underwear to the base of it, he loved the last pair of underwear each week.

There was always a little surprise for him within the bottom. The slick that rested across the damp underwear, craving to touch it and bring it to his fingers. You had been telling him about how one underwear each week for the past month had been going missing. He had played it off as the washing machine, but he knew you had gotten suspicious, one last time. This was the last time he’d take the slick filled underwear; this would be the last time. He knew where your underwear truly was, in a rubbish yard somewhere. Every Friday night if you both hadn’t decided to go out, he’d sit in bed, cock pumping in and out until he cummed in your underwear.

Kuroo knew even if he wanted to, this wouldn’t be the last time. He stuffed the underwear into his pocket, already feeling himself get turned on before he chucked his clothes inside and started the washing machine. He saw the clock on top of the kitchen counter, knowing you’d be home any second. It was disgusting what he was doing, he knew it was, masturbating over his roommate, his friend since high school. The sound of the door creaking open, your hand at your ear with your phone resting between the two as you spoke out loud. 

You rubbed your eyes, kicking the heels to the side as you gave a small smile to Kuroo before speaking on the other end. “I know, I said I would come and visit but work has been an ass lately.” Kuroo mouthed who it was as you rested the phone on your shoulder mouthing Yaku’s name. Kuroo gave a sign leaving you to the conversation, he stayed at the door towards both your rooms. Staring at how you leaned against the marble island, your ass stretching the skirt material. 

Taking a deep breathe he left you, knowing he’d be unable to handle seeing you look so goddamn gorgeous. He grabbed the underwear from his pocket, the lingering smell of your sex across it. He hated how one piece of clothing intoxicated his mind, he never got himself off when you were awake. But the want of being caught by you made him lay sprawled on his bed, he left his shirt on, joggers and boxers moved to his ankles. His head on the pillows that rested upright, he took another sharp breath.

Seeing his hardened cock between his hands, he moved your wet underwear on his cock, gliding it up and down. He needed to be quick, he knew once you finished your call with Yaku, and got changed. You’d come knocking asking if he wanted to share dinner tonight, he always loved when you’d come for him. It felt domestic without the relationship label, as much as he had been crushing on you since your first year together. He had never gotten the nerve to ask you out and now all you saw in him was a friend, a good unfuckable friend. 

“Y/n...fuck.” He groaned lowly, continuing to move up and down his hard cock, the precum soaking through your underwear. “F...fuck.”

He imagined how pretty you’d look in nothing except the underwear, how you’d kneel in front of him, hands wrapping around his cock before you licked from the base up to his blushed tip. He gave another groan imagining the innocent eyes you’d have, the way you’d mewl and whimper whilst he stuffed your mouth with his cock. He could see the tears fall, “o...oh….god”, how your lip would tremble as you’d take him further down your pretty little throat. 

He continued pumping harder, regulating each pump with his breathing, he closed his eyes, messy black hair sticking to his forehead. He regretted not taking his shirt off, the room beginning to warm up, you had probably put the temperature up wanting to not wear a full sleeved shirt. He could imagine how your chest sat in the tight grey shirt you owned, his mouth watered at the thought, continuing to stretch the underwear across his cock. 

“Y/n...please.” He moaned a lot more loudly than he probably should have, but he stopped caring about if you heard. Closing his eyes he wanted you to hear, wanted you to find him disgustingly ruining your underwear. He went faster, imagining how you’d roll your eyes to the back of your hand as you deepthroated him. Every action bringing your scent and slick on his own cock before he felt the hot liquid gush out of his cock right into the underwear. “Y/n.” He belted out as he had let his cum be used to continue his pumping, your underwear soaked with his white gush engrained in it. He wanted a lot from you, but most of all wanted was you to wear his cum filled underwear. Wanted to have your cunt filled with cum, wanted you to have his cum drip down onto your…

“Tetsu.” His eyes shot open; he saw how you stood at the door. Eyes widened and face flushed at what you had said. “I...I’m sorry, I heard my name.” You tried to avert your eyes from his cock, the way he had already cum onto some fabric and was trying to cum again. 

“I didn’t.” He whispered but you both just stared at each other, he didn’t know what to do. He had wanted to get caught, but seeing you in the tight grey shirt, the joggers that hugged you tightly. He licked his lips, hand covered in his cum as he dropped your soaking underwear onto his bed. “It’s not what it looks like.”

You averted his eyes looking to the side as you continued, “it’s fine, it’s normal, we all do it.” 

“We all do it?” He repeated wanting to hear about your own masturbation but knew you’d never confess to it.

“Yeah, I should’ve knocked, I'm s…” That’s when you saw it, the red underwear you had worn this morning. The familiar zigzag pattern that went across it was now covered in a white liquid. Kuroo had realised where your eyes had diverted, how you moved into his room without a hesitance, and ignored the 6-foot 3 man that adorned the bed. You moved past him, he had put his joggers back up, but you had already seen it all. Staring at the underwear, you picked it up without any hesitance, “you’ve been taking my underwear.”

It wasn't a question but a comment, you looked at him, wide beady eyes waiting for a reply, “I...I didn’t mean too, I l…love you okay? And you don’t love me back I understand if you hate me, if you want to move out, but I thought if I couldn’t have you, I could have this. I promise it…”

“Kuroo shut up.” You said staring directly at him, making him look at you in surprise. “I don’t care about the underwear; you should’ve just told me.”

“I’m sorr…”

“Stop fucking apologising, Kuroo I’ve been in love with you since we were 16, fucking hell, you can take all my underwear if it means we could be together.” You had confessed after his own confession, his eyes widened, he had wiped his cum filled fingers onto his joggers. He stared at you before grabbing your face and kissing you with an urgency. You dropped your underwear to the side, knowing it would go in the bin after this all. 

He moved you onto the bed, pushing you onto the pillow he had just been on, moving his mouth from your lips down to your neck. “You've been thinking of me at night, baby, is that why your underwear is always soaking baby, you getting wet for me.” He groaned his hand moving under your tight shirt to grab your chest, his fingers rolling your nipple as he pinched at it to hear you moan a response. 

“Ye...yes sir, I think about y...ou.” 

Kuroo took your shirt off, he had imagined you underneath him. So pure and valuable to him, his eyes looking down at you, a predator ready to eat his prey. His hand continued to rub against your body. “Tell me what you think about.” He whispers into your ear, letting his tongue lick across your neck. 

“I think...think about you eating me o...out, your hand around my neck as...as your tongue is inside of me.” You groaned out through his kisses and toying with your nipples. 

He moves to meet your gaze, giving a haste kiss before his mouth lingered on top of your own, “want me to eat you out? Go on, tell me you want me too.” He teased lifting his shirt up to get rid of the constricting fabric. His chest and body on show for you as you almost swooned at the man. “Tell me, doll.”

He moved his mouth down your neck, undoing your bra as he swirled his tongue across your nipples, one hand always cupping the other as he worked his tongue to suck and lick at the bud. “I want yo...you to eat me out.” You breathed out heavily waiting to see his next move, he grinned at you. Hands moving to undo your joggers as he saw the pair of pink underwear he had washed last week. The bunnies stretching across your cunt and ass, his mouth felt hungry, he wanted his mouth to divulge into your warm cunt. 

“Such a pretty little thing.” He moaned as soon as he had moved your underwear away, his cock hardening through his joggers as he slapped your clit. It made you yelp out a moan and heavy breath as he watched his finger slide up and down your wet clit. “Already so wet for me, naughty girl.”

He sucked his fingers of your slick before moving his mouth down to your cunt, he licked your clit, his hand moving to your breast as his other put one of your legs on his shoulder giving him more access. “Tetsu.” You moaned his nickname, it sent a shiver down his spine, the name you had been calling him for years now had become erotic, seductive even. He groaned before diving his tongue into your warm cunt. He tasted the slick as he felt you arch your back, his eyes looking at your heavy chest.

His fingers nimbly playing with your nipples, he knew you wanted his tongue to go further inside, wanted to feel his tongue glide and strip away all your slick. “Patience baby.” He complied his hot breath fanning your clit before he went back inside your cunt, his tongue easily gilded inside. Your weak moans at how you craved more, wanted to feel his tongue further.

He had complied to your moans, feeling how you gazed upwards, hand in his ear almost pushing him into your cunt. “Plea...please Tetsu, cu...cum.” You were breathless in a matter of seconds and at the sound of you asking to cum, Kuroo came away from your cunt.

“I’m not letting you cum from my tongue.” He mumbled barely audible; your hand tried to reach for his head to go back to your cunt. But was met with nothing, instead you looked up watching him take his joggers off, rolling a condom across his cock. You drooled at the sight of his body, how perfect he looked, the thick cock ready to push you to your limits made you lick your lips. “You’re going to take me all.”

It was no secret Kuroo was packing, the group chats were Bokuto and Kuroo would argue over who had the biggest cock but were too embarrassed to actually show each other in fear one of them was lying. It had led the group chat into having been made to make the guess themselves and it was how Kenma had let it spill that Kuroo was well over 6 inches. You never believed it but seeing it upfront Kenma had underexaggerated heavily. 

He moved towards you, capturing your body between his arms as he stayed on top looking over at you, “I really do love you.” He whispers, kissing your jaw, he heard you moan an ‘I love you’ back before aligning his cock right to your cunt.

The way he eased himself inside of you, tightening around his cock, “you’re doing so well baby.” He spoke as he eased himself in and began thrusting inside you. 

“F...faster.” You mumbled as your hands moved to his back, nails scratching across his back as your mouth kissed his shoulder and neck. Your drool and saliva falling down his shoulder. 

He moved faster, going deeper inside of you, before one of his hands moved to the headboard. He steadied himself with it as he got into a rhythm with it, he looked down at you, the way your legs had wrapped around his waist and hands held his biceps. How could he not fall in love with you, he couldn’t with just how pretty you looked under him. His pretty little mess. 

Moans filled the room, the headboard feeling weak under his strong grip, he kept you trapped as he heard you moan and groan some more. “Pl...please…fuck.” Your eyes moved to the back of your head as you arched yourself further into him, wanting him to hit the back of your cunt.

He was reaching there, every thrust getting deeper and further into you. He moved his hand from the headboard, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. You started before he kissed you again, much softer than the first kiss. It was passionate and filled with love and warmth, he continued to thrust, and you could feel the coil build-up of cum ready to splurge right on his cock. “I’m...going to cum.”

“Cum with me baby.” He spoke before going back to kiss you, hand moving your jaw in sync as his thrusts quickened, the pace being much faster than what it had been when you both began. He moved quicker before hearing you moan his name, it echoing throughout the apartment.

“Tetsu.” The white liquid gushed from your cunt and seeped out onto his bed, he moaned continuing to thrust through the liquid.

He watched how your hands moved to his chest, legs still wrapped around his waist letting him continue to thrust until he cummed for the second time tonight, “fuck baby.”

He looked down at you, arms around you as he stayed on top. He didn't expect your next action, your hands wrapping around him, your head moving to his shoulder as you hugged. “I love you so much Tetsu.” It was a tired mumble as you sticked onto him, sweat and sex lingering in the air. 

He gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the side of your neck before speaking the same words. “I love you too, Y/n.”

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You noticed that Ray always had a chill. It was odd. Odd, because it was late spring and setting into the summer. It wasn’t cold outside. It was a bit chilly on the inside of Magenta but that was only because it was trying to combat how it had become humid outside. 

You were comfortable as you were but it seemed as though Ray was having a hard time. 

It was possible that his body had a harder time regulating temperature. He did say that he was sick a lot as a child and he was still struggling with health in a way that was similar to that, so it made sense that he would have a hard time trying to feel warm. His hands always felt like ice.

Even through the gloves that he was wearing. He was... cold. It was why you found every excuse in the book to try and hold his hands. You didn’t know how he could deal with it being so icy all the time. He mentioned off-handedly once that he had to keep his workroom freezing.

But, it couldn’t have needed to be so cold that he was on the brink of getting frostbite. No wonder he felt like he was going to be sick sometimes if he went from a cold space to somewhere warm. It was immersion that his body likely wasn’t ready for. 

You weren’t in any place to scold him, but you hated to see his body trembling and shaking in that way. Even when you were outside... it was obvious that he was having a hard time. It was why you had donned a sweater tonight just on the off-chance that he needed it. 

He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit tonight, therefore, he wasn’t wearing as many layers as he was used to. It had to be easier for him to get cold. You noticed it before he ever commented on it, seeing the way that his shoulders would move back and forth when you weren’t looking. 

Ray never wanted to be a bother to anyone... even if he was having a hard with his body. Which is why you let go of his hand, and disregard the way that he’d stopped to look at you as you shrugged the sweater from your body and tucked it around his shoulders. 

He seemed... surprised. 

“What... is this for?”

“You’re cold, right? You can borrow mine, Ray! I’m not really that cold anyway... so you’d get more use out of that than I am.”

His eyes were wide and he seemed to want to say something but it wasn’t clear if he couldn’t figure it out. Yet, he looked down at the fabric as he touched him, and he pulled it around himself after letting his fingers run against the fabric that was still warm to the touch because it had been against your body. 

Ray breathed in deeply as the fabric fell against his face, though he tried not to make it too obvious that he was lingering in the scent of your soap that you had used. It was... gentle, and reminded him of you. It was like you were holding him tightly... even when your hands weren’t wrapped around him.

It was like a hug that he always wanted. 

Ray took your hand again not only after that, smiling at you in such a way that he would feel guilty for later, but for now, he was happy to be bathed in these things that belonged to you... because it signified that he was yours and nobody could take that from him.

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The Sound of Your Voice

doing this thing | day 30 - mutual masturbation

I had to change the prompt for today because it turns out I had marking on the list twice. Also, it’s late (sorry) because my brain was empty until late last night and then I got v carried away with this one. 

Jaskier throws himself onto the bed, sighing happily as he shuts his eyes and Geralt forces back a smile as he sets his things down at the end of his own bed. For once, they haven't been travelling long between inns, but it's been a long day and Geralt at least is happy for a comfortable bed and a decent meal - and some time to himself while Jaskier inevitably finds some other bed to warm. It may not have been a long time on the road, but Geralt's patience has been tested with every moment of it.

The weather is beginning to turn and Jaskier, constantly walking and no temperature regulation to speak of, has taken to removing his doublet most days and pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. On occasion, he's threatened to remove his shirt altogether and, although it had been a throwaway comment, Geralt had nearly toppled right off Roach and into the stream they'd been following.

It's not as though this is a new habit, he's been doing it for years but this spring is... worse. This spring Geralt is dealing with a rather frustrating realization that he does, in fact, quite like having Jaskier around - to the point where he was miserable for most of the winter without him, wondering what he was doing and who he was with back in Oxenfurt. Eskel had just given him a knowing look, but Lambert had wandered around the keep telling anyone who would listen (Geralt) about it every five seconds.

Geralt doesn't think often about things like love. The closest he ever got was with Yen and that was... a train wreck, in the end. But he's been thinking about it a lot lately and as he looks across the room to where Jaskier is basking in a ray of sunlight, he thinks if he did love anyone, it might be him.

"Well," Jaskier chirps, sitting up with his feet on the floor, "I think I'm gonna head downstairs. Will you be joining me?"

"Not tonight, I don't think."

"Alright then, darling, enjoy your rest. Should I come collect you for supper?"

"No. Thank you. I'll be fine."

Jaskier flashes him a warm smile and crosses the room, slipping through the door with a final little wave to Geralt. Geralt hums to himself as he strips away his armour, piling it neatly on the floor. The work is mindless after so much practice and as he goes, Geralt thinks about Jaskier. He's probably starting his set about now, grinning out at the crowd and working them up with his charm. All the better Geralt is up here and not down there with him.

When Jaskier performs, he puts on a show, flirting with everyone in the room without a single word. He dances and slips through the crowd, pressing up close when he can and winking at those who stumble into his orbit. Although, Geralt has learned it's rarely an accident that people end up in Jaskier's presence.

They don't realize it's all a show, they don't know what Jaskier is like under it all and, Geralt suspects, they don't care to. They want their moment in the sun, they want their night in his bed or with him in theirs, but nothing more than that. It's part of the reason Geralt doesn't mind the constant flirting. He can't ask Jaskier to love him back, but he knows that no matter whose bed Jaskier winds up in, he always returns to him.

Beneath his feet, the music starts and Geralt's lips twitch up into a soft smile. Tugging off his boots, he climbs up onto his bed and lays down on his back, shutting his eyes. He'd much rather listen to Jaskier's performance up here where he can enjoy it without having to worry about anything else. Jaskier has a terrible effect on him most of the time, but when he's performing, when he's and sweaty and he's got his doublet undone and his shirt unlaced- Geralt groans at the thought of it.

And when he gets hot, his shirt clings to his chest, clearly defining the musculature he so often has to avert his eyes from. And oh the way he smiles when he catches Geralt watching him, like nothing in the world could make him happier than catching Geralt's attention. It's intoxicating and Geralt is weak against it. Even now just thinking about it, his body heats and his cock stirs.

He settles in, resting a hand on his hip as he gets comfortable. From his bed, he can perfectly hear Jaskier below him, can picture each of Jaskier's movements by the inflection in his voice. He hadn't realized how well he knew Jaskier's performance, but somehow it doesn't surprise him.

His fingers twitch and he focuses on the sound of Jaskier's voice, aware of the way his cock twitches at the sound of him. He's alone for a while, Jaskier has only just started his set; he has time now and he could just listen to him, there's no harm in listening. As his fingers drift, slipping closer to the growing bulge in his trousers, Geralt assures himself that he's not the only one who's ever gotten off thinking about him. He can smell the arousal in the air every time as men and women alike are drawn in by Jaskier's display.

Geralt presses the hell of his hand against his crotch as below him, Jaskier finishes one song and begins another. This one is faster, too raunchy for respectable crowds, but the guests seem to enjoy it and, although he'd never admit it, it's one of Geralt's favourites. It also gets him worked up quicker than anything. He has no intention of telling Jaskier that either.

He spreads his fingers down over the swell of his cock, cupping the base of it and dragging his fingers up the length of it. Pleasure zips through him and his eyelids flutter. It's been too long since he's had any sort of relief and it's starting to show; three times today, he tripped over something because he was too focused on the way Jaskier's shirt was plastered to his back or the way his muscles shifted beneath it.

But now he has time. When they're on the road, camping wherever they can find shelter, he doesn't get a chance to take things slow and really enjoy it, at best he gets a quick wank in the woods while pretending to gather firewood. So far, Jaskier hasn't caught on, but it's only a matter of time before he starts to wonder what's taking him so long. Not that it does take him that long, not with Jaskier's scent still close and tinged with sweat and the sweetness of arousal that clings to him near constantly.

His cock jumps under his fingers and Geralt groans. If he's not careful, he won't last long tonight either. He's fully hard now, his cock pressing up against the front of his trousers and he wraps his fingers around himself , stroking firmly through the thick fabric. He bites down on his lip, an instinctive response brought on by years of travelling with a companion and his hips shift, pushing up against his palm.

Stupidly, he lets his mind wander, imagining Jaskier's fingers wrapped around him without the barrier of fabric between. Jaskier is always so focused and considerate with his lovers, so fully attuned to them and worried more about their pleasure than his own. Geralt knows if they ever made it to bed together, Jaskier would be the same with him, regardless of how much Geralt might try to turn the tables on him.

And he could easily overpower him, press Jaskier down into the bed and prove his affection, kissing it into every inch of his skin until Jaskier shakes beneath him. Fuck. The thought along makes his cock throb and he wants to shove a hand down his trousers and jerk himself hard, but he knows Jaskier will return to their room, if only for a moment to put his things away, and he can't let him find him like this.

Abruptly, the music from below stops and Geralt's hand freezes where it's drifted to the buttons on his trousers. He hadn't realized how long he'd been daydreaming and Jaskier's finished his set and he'll be upstairs soon. But then, he hears Jaskier's laugh ring through over the crowd and a softer, lilting voice respond. Jaskier has found someone for the night. Geralt doesn't listen to their conversation, but he catches of course, darling, right away. So Jaskier won't be coming back to their room, which means he's free to do whatever he pleases.

Gods, but he knows Jaskier is heading back to someone's room right now and he wishes it was theirs, wishes that he was the one Jaskier was hoping to jump into bed with. He unbuttons his trousers and slips a hand inside, wrapping around himself as he imagines Jaskier climbing into his bed in the middle of the night. He has nightmares sometimes, the thought isn't even that far-fetched, only this time, Jaskier doesn't curl up against him and sleep. This time, he presses his nose into Geralt's neck, slides a hand down his chest and there's no way he could help himself in that position, he'd be hard before Jaskier ever reached his cock.

And oh how Jaskier would make him sing. He's good with his hands, and Geralt would know after all the hours spent watching them. Jaskier would bring him right up to the edge in no time, but he'd make him wait because he'd want it to last. And Geralt would whimper and whine and ache for him, but he wants it to last just as much.

Geralt's cock throbs against his palm and he arches off the bed with a groan. Without Jaskier's voice to ground him, he feels wild and he bucks up into his hand, careful not to think about where Jaskier is or what he's doing.

There's a creak outside the room, but he doesn't think anything of it. Jaskier's performance is over, people will be heading up to their rooms for the evening now. Some will stay behind, but what's the point when the beautiful bard is gone? Geralt doesn't blame them; he's just as bad. He slips his thumb over the head of his cock and has to bite his lip again to muffle a moan, all thoughts of the outside world banished by the rush of pleasure.

There's a soft gasp from somewhere far too close and Geralt's eyes flash open, searching the room. Jaskier is standing at the foot of his bed, flushed a rather pretty shade of pink, and shifting uncomfortably. Geralt is about to apologize when he catches the scent of him, thick and sickly-sweet and when his eyes drop, the bulge in Jaskier's trousers only confirms his arousal.

Geralt releases his cock, shifting further up the bed and beckoning Jaskier closer with a single finger. To his shock and delight, Jaskier's eyes go wide and he stumbles over himself in his rush to get onto the bed. Jaskier settles on his knees between Geralt's ankles doing his best to keep from staring at his cock but his focus keeps slipping and each time it does, Geralt throbs under the attention. He doesn't quite know what to do with this. He supposes he should say something.

"I thought you'd found someone to spend the night with," he mutters, his voice thick with arousal and disuse.

"You were listening?" Jaskier asks. He doesn't sound upset, just intrigued, and Geralt takes that as a good sign.

"To your music," Geralt clarifies and Jaskier's eyes go wide again. His pupils are blown wide, so dark Geralt could lose himself in them, but then Jaskier opens his mouth again.

"Were you listening to me while- Geralt, were you getting off listening to me?" There's nowhere to hide, here. Jaskier just walked in on him with his cock in his hand and he all but admitted to it already.

"Yeah," he breathes and a quiet whine escapes Jaskier's lips.

"Fuck, that's- do you do this often?" Jaskier's hand slips between his thighs and Geralt barely holds back a groan.

"No. I usually come down to watch." Jaskier's mouth drops open, but it's too late to change what he said, now.

"Geralt?" Jaskier asks, shifting closer so his knees bump the insides of Geralt's thighs. "Does it... turn you on to listen to me perform?" He could easily say no, lie about it and say something else got him hard, but Jaskier is sitting between his legs doing absolutely nothing to hide his own erection, so why would he bother? Jaskier likes this and Geralt isn't going to do anything as stupid as let him think he doesn't.

"Yeah," he reaches out, brushing his fingers down Jaskier's arm - the one not currently rubbing himself through his trousers. "I think about you sometimes, too." That much is a lie, but only just. He thinks about him almost every time because he rarely finds himself so desperate unless he's already thinking about Jaskier.

"Fuck." Jaskier squeezes himself through his trousers and Geralt's eyes drop to follow the motion. He wants to tell him that it's okay, that he wants to see him touch himself, but the words won't come. He seems to get it.

Geralt watches, transfixed, as Jaskier fumbles with the clasps on his trousers. He watches as his hand disappears inside, wrapping around himself and pulling his cock free and his skin tingles watching him. He's so focused on Jaskier's cock, on the way it slips between his fingers and the soft little sounds he makes when it does. He doesn't even realize he's rubbing himself again until Jaskier lets out a little groan and Geralt's eyes snap up to find him watching.

"You're gorgeous," Jaskier breathes. Geralt isn't sure he's supposed to hear it, exactly, but he lets his fingers slip down Jaskier's arm, trailing down the inside of his thigh. "Just look at you." He strokes himself a little quicker, rolling his hips onto the touch and Geralt has to wonder for a moment if he's not dreaming.

He watches the way Jaskier's hand moves over his cock, slowing down to squeeze around the head with every stroke and he commits it to memory. If he's ever in a place to touch him, he wants to be able to do it right, to give Jaskier exactly what he likes. But what he likes, apparently, is not so complicated as that.

Geralt's finger slip under the head of his cock and a moan escapes his lips before he can bit it back, but the way Jaskier's hips stutter makes it hard to regret it.

"You like that?" he asks and Jaskier lets out a breathless chuckle, sitting back on his heels.

"I like everything about you," he breathes, catching Geralt's gaze as he shrugs out of his doublet and gets a hand on himself again.

Like this, Geralt's view of his cock is perfect and Jaskier looks incredible like this. He's still sweaty from performing, and there's a dark flush in his chest that creeps all the way down. Geralt's hips jerk as he thinks about tugging Jaskier's shirt over his head. He wouldn't need it anyway and Geralt would give anything to get his hands on him, to run his fingers through the thick thatch of hair.

Geralt groans and shifts up the bed, readjusting himself to lean against the wall. Jaskier follows. He climbs up over him, straddling Geralt's thighs and settling himself in his lap. From here, Geralt can feel the heat radiating from him and he aches to reach out and touch him, to wrap his fingers around the curve of his pick and bring him off himself. His own cock twitches at the thought and he squeezes hard, sliding up to the head.

Without thinking, he reaches out, curling a hand around the back of Jaskier's head and bringing him closer. Jaskier whimpers as their lips brush, but as soon as Geralt's lips part, he presses into it, arching against him so their cocks slip against each other. The moan that slips from Geralt's lips is lost, but Jaskier presses forward, intentionally rocking his hips against him as he kisses him deeply.

He can't help himself, not with Jaskier pressed against him, teeth dragging along his lip. He tugs at Jaskier's shirt, easily freeing it from his trousers, and brings it up over his head, breaking the kiss for only a moment to rid him of the offending material completely. Jaskier only hums and reaches up to cup Geralt's face with one hand as he deepens the kiss again, slipping his tongue between Geralt's lips.

Their cocks slip against each other disjointedly, but Geralt is too preoccupied with the expanse of skin as his fingertips to care too much about finesse. He runs his hands over Jaskier's chest, letting his thumbs press just a little firmer over his nipples. The responding gasp against his mouth is intoxicating and he does it again, this time slipping one hand lower to wrap around his cock.

He finds where they meet and takes them both in hand, moaning as Jaskier's cock jumps at the touch. He's already been close for so long now, he's afraid he won't last, but then Jaskier breaks away, pressing his face into Geralt's chest with a groan.

"Oh," he breathes, "careful, love, you'll make me come like that." The words hit Geralt like a wave, knocking into him and setting him off balance, but he can't resist teasing just a little.

"I thought you were a renowned lover," he whispers, pressing his lips to Jaskier's jaw and working his way down. He flicks his eyes up to Jaskier's as he reaches his chin. "Are you gonna come so soon?" Jaskier's eyes fall shut and his breathing is uneven.

"If you don't stop talking I'm gonna come even sooner than that. Do you have any idea what you do to me? What the fact that you get off to my voice does to me? Fuck Geralt, with a confession like that you're lucky I didn't come in my trousers." That image settles itself in Geralt's subconscious and he groans as he hauls Jaskier's mouth against his own again.

He wants to make him come, wants to see the look in his eyes as he tips over the edge and know he's the one who did that. Jaskier meets him thrust for thrust, pressing so close that Geralt has to pull his hand away. He wraps his arms around Jaskier's waist instead, panting against his mouth as they rock in tandem. Their movements are uneven and jerky but fuck if it doesn't feel good and it's barely two minutes before Geralt can feel his orgasm approaching. He pulls from Jaskier's mouth, resting his forehead on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna come," he pants and Jaskier's hand slips from his neck up into his hair.

"Please, love," he whispers, "come for me."

That's all it takes before he's spiralling, spilling hot and wet between them as Jaskier continues rutting against him. His head is foggy with lust, but he manages to find Jaskier's mouth, kissing him hard as he rides the high of it.

When his heart finally returns to a steady beat and he can hear past the blood rushing in his ears, he opens his eyes and finds Jaskier looking back at him, the same dopey expression on his face.

"You've been holding out on me," he teases, kissing a line down Geralt's neck. Geralt's still coming back to himself, but he shuts his eyes and leans into it.

"Did you come?" he asks and Jaskier hums against his skin.

"So hard I thought I'd pass out. You have no idea what you do to a man, do you?"

"In my defence," Geralt mumbles, "you never told me."

"Well, I'm telling you now." Jaskier's thighs shake as he lifts himself from Geralt's lap and as he flops down next to him, Geralt curls an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Jaskier smiles as he looks up at him. "You make me crazy, Geralt." He runs a hand through Geralt's hair and tips up to kiss him slow and soft

He's still wearing his boots so Geralt bends, tugging each of them off in turn and tossing them on the floor. Jaskier gives a little grunt of indignance but Geralt wraps both arms around him and deepens the kiss and that seems to satisfy him. But when he pulls him closer, Jaskier squirms.

"Sleep," Geralt mumbles, his mind already slipping. Jaskier huffs a laugh and tugs at his shirt.

"At least get out of this." Reluctantly, Geralt detangles himself from Jaskier's arms, pulling the shirt up over his head. It falls to the floor with Jaskier's boots and he turns back, pressing back into Jaskier's embrace.

"Happy?"

"Very," Jaskier hums, "I do just have one question about all of this."

"Hmm?"

"Is this just a sex thing, or-"

Geralt's mind immediately jumps back to watching Jaskier lying in this sun earlier this afternoon. HE smiles and presses his nose against Jaskier's.

"No, it's not." Jaskier sighs happily and tucks his chin under Geralt's, pressing kisses against his throat.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to hear you tell me no."

[infernwetrust]

Wandering Eyes [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Pt 1.

PART 2

Summary: The one where Michael catches your attention in his outpost and an underlying tension brews between the two of you. 2 part series.

Warnings: semi-smut, angst, swearing

WC: 2.05k

You were never the type to snoop around. You were usually pretty good about minding your business. You ate the food, you listened to the stupid rules, and you made sure to remain abstinent. That was, until, the anti-christ showed up and it all changed. He peaked your curiosity unlike any other man. You studied him and his every move. You watched as he sauntered around the outpost , intimidating everyone that he decided to keep alive just a little longer, with just his mere presence. And while everyone refrained from looking him in his eyes, how could you? Those ocean blue eyes were more than enough to draw you into him. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted this man. You wanted him to touch you, to tease you, and to violate you, but just like everyone else, you kept your distance, out of fear. There were times where you would walk by his office and he would leave his door open just enough. It wasn't like he didn't know what all was going on around him, anyways. And like a fool, you'd peak your head in there. He caught you a few times and of course you ran off. He liked that. He could tell that you were interested in him.

You recall the night that you were walking down the hallway, back to your room. Everything was routine as usual, with mostly everyone in bed. As you made it half way down the hall, getting closer to Michael's room, where you hoped, the door was cracked once again, you heard soft moans and low groans. And when you got there, his room door was more than just a little bit cracked. It was wide open and there he was. He stood at the end of his bed, naked, with the known compost slut, giving him oral sex. Immediately sensing your presence, he looked up at you and the two of you made eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and his stared deeply into your soul. A wicked grin slowly made way across his face. Grabbing the girls head, he pushed it back and forth on his length faster, moaning louder, the faster he moved her head. He never broke eye contact with you and you never broke eye contact with him. It was almost as if you couldn't move. It was almost as if he was holding you in his trance, forcing you to watch, what he knew, you wanted so desperately. He continued to lock eyes with you, biting down on his lip. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties as you watched him be pleasured by another, wishing it was you.

Soaking up all the will power that you could find, you managed to break yourself from his gaze and you ran back to your room. You couldn't get in there fast enough, slamming the door behind you and leaning up against it. Breathless, you were and you slowly slid down the door, clutching your knees to your chest. You were still soaking wet and all you could hear now was Michael's wicked grin as he penetrated your thoughts.

Tonight, however, it was different. Michael was upset and the whole compost was going to know about it. It was between the rapid temperature changes, to his throwing about of the furniture, oh and his personal favorite, torturing the poor souls that couldn't leave this place no matter how much they wanted to or risk the dangers of the world that was now in shambles. Tonight, it was different. Sick and tired of, you decided that you wanted to speak up and speak out. You got tired of being extremely hot or being extremely cold. You got tired of hearing things break while you tried to muster up what ever sleep you could at night. You got tired of hearing the screams of the damned and Michael's laugh as he did it.

"You just have to go out of your way to let the whole fucking outpost know, huh?" you mumbled to yourself as you went to pick up your fork. Unfortunately, he heard you. And of course, he didn't like what he heard. Before you could even blink, everyone else around you was gone. Michael had made them disappear. They would be back later. He slammed his hands down on the table in front of you, fury in his eyes, as he met your gaze. You flinched, hard as he swiped everything that was in front of you off the table and onto the ground.

"You..." he said, jaw clenched. "I take you. And I let you stay in my fucking outpost and you think you can disrespect me like this?!"

"Get a grip, Michael. You're here, trying to bring about this "new world" and as far as I'm concerned, nothing has change. We're all just going to die here right?" Before you could even get another word out of your mouth, he had you by the throat, pinned up against the wall. You were afraid, but the lust in you was burning. He squinted his eyes at you, cocking his head to the side.

"Bold all of a sudden are we?" He tightened the grip on your throat. "You watch my every move. And even when I ignore your wandering eyes, you remain so persistent. Yet when faced with adversity, like you are now, you panic."

"I-" you croaked, wanting to get a sentence out, but his only response to your efforts was to squeeze your throat harder. He squeezed just enough to keep you alive, but to also keep you on the brink of death.

"I'm still fucking speaking." he said. "I mean I am right, right? Panicking. That's what you're doing now, correct? Oh Y/N. You're not the first." You grabbed onto his arm, clawing at it, just wanting a little bit more air than he was giving you, but he wasn't going to let up. He finally had you right where he wanted. He was waiting for the day that you decided that you were going to challenge him in his own domain. Believe it or not, you peaked his curiosity too. Plenty of girls that came in and out of Michael's outpost tried to throw themselves at him and some his used to his pleasure. The rest he got annoyed with and just killed, but you were special.

"You're not the first stupid little girl to take an interest in me. I could feel the sexual frustration in the air the moment I laid my eyes on you, but yet you kept away." Tired of watching you semi choke he let go, you gasping for air as you were finally able to take some real breaths. "What changed in you tonight Y/N? Did you get tired of rubbing your little wet cunt about me? Oh and don't lie either. I'll know if you lie." Still coughing, he answered his own question, too impatient to wait for your answer.

"Most of the nights, I would watch you. Don't worry, I was never actually in your room. I'd sit in my chair, close my eyes, and I'd let mind slowly follow yours. And that's how I saw." he walked back over to you, kneeling so that he was eye level with you once again. "And I mean, fuck, you looked so good playing in that pussy of yours. I'd watch and watch and watch, hand down my pants, whispering your name. Do you remember now? Yeah... The little voice that you hear every time you do it, in the back of your head, that's me."

"Fuck you, Michael." was the only thing that you could say once you finally regulated your breathing again.

"Oh, baby, is that what you want?" He moved closer to you, gripping your chin and snapping your head up, holding it in place, so you could continue to look at him. "That's all you've ever wanted since I walked in here, huh?" You snatched your chin away from his hand, glaring at him. You hated that he made you feel this way. You hated that he was so right. "Just be honest with me, Y/N. It could be so simple." He grabbed you by the throat again and your body instantly went back into panic mode, scared that he was going to choke you again. Out of impulse you grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"Ssh. Ssh. Ssh. Don't be afraid, darling. Just tell me how you want to be my little slut. That night, I gave you the chance to be, but like a horny little coward, you ran away. Perhaps I have to work on my technique a little better." He grazed his lips against the side of your cheek, not letting go of your neck. He made his way to ear, giving if soft nibbles, before licking on your earlobe. It sent shivers down your spine and you swear you almost fainted as you became weak underneath his touch. He chuckled quietly to himself as he basically watched you melt from his touch. "I think I'm done speaking. I want to play now."

Catching you off guard, he stood straight up, sweeping you off of your feet, carrying you away bridal style. And with the snap of his fingers, the dining room was back to normal. You could hear the confused voice as Michael carried you away to his bedroom. Using his foot to shut the door behind him, he threw you on the bed, kicking his shoes off and climbing on top of you. He immediately pressed his lips against yours and all of your morals shot out the door. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Or well, at least you tried to. He pinned your arms above your head, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss that showed you just how much he wanted to play. Using his own legs, he spread opened yours, planting himself firmly in-between them. You could barely understand what was happening and why it was happening, but none the less, Michael fucking Langdon was giving you his full and undivided attention. You could feel his erection, aching to break through his pants, so naturally, your thrusts you hips upwards, wanting his bulge to connect with your hot core, but he pushes you back down.

"I don't think so." And like magic, he was off of you, you were tied up to his bed and he sat in his chair at the front of the bed, completely naked, showing off his long and thick cock, fully erect. He made sure that your mouth was taped shut, so that you couldn't utter a word. "Let's try this again, shall we?" At the snap of his fingers, you were brought back to that night. A girl appeared in the room with the two of you and without command, she was already on her knees in front of him, giving you a show that you did not want to see. You became enraged, pulling at your restraints, not wanting to see any of it. Again, it wasn't you.

"Look at me, Y/N." he demanded, but he wasn't speaking to you with his mouth. Instead he was speaking to you with his mind, just like he told you he would the countless nights you would moan his name, playing with yourself,  wishing he would visit you in your room at least once. You could resist and you got trapped in him again. "Good... Speak to me with your eyes. Invite me in."

Trapped in him, you listened to his moans and his heavy breathing. This time you didn't fight to break his gaze. He wasn't even blinking as he watched you, squirming around in his seat. His moans got louder and his breathing and panting faster, shorter, and heavier, as he got closer to his climax. All of this was disrupted as Michael abruptly stopped, snapping his head in the direction of his wide open bedroom door. You turned to look too, but there was no one there. Angrily, he pushed the brown haired girl that in between his legs away, grabbing his boxers and pants off the floor before hurrying out the door.

"I sense a disturbance. I'll be back to deal with you shortly."

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid

[errorpeachy]

✰Cloud 9✰ 《Todoroki x Reader》

Song: Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny

Beach Bunny has been giving me too much inspiration, so expect another fic based off of her songs😼 this turned out to be really long, so enjoy!

You were never much of an outspoken person. Being too shy, you kept to yourself and never had many friends. Going into U.A, you slowly became more confident in yourself and your abilities, but you were still much shyer than most of your peers.

You were first introduced to Izuku with the helpf of Ochako, who giggled quietly as the both of you nervously stuttered greetings back and forth. Then came Iida, who was so stern with his introduction that it made you a little scared of him. Finally, you met Tsu, and she was quiet and patient enough that you didn’t stutter as much trying to talk to her. You thought that was it, this was your group. That is, until you met a certain person.

I don’t want to seem the way I do,

But I’m confident when I’m with you.

You smiled as you gave a quick bow. “It’s nice to meet you, Todoroki. My name is Y/N L/N” you said, waving shyly at him as Izuku beamed. He gave you his stereotypical bored look as he nodded. “Likewise. I hope we will be partners in future school activities.” He said, before walking over to the lunch line. Izuku followed him, leaving you with Uraraka. You turned to her, face bright red.

“He’s so cute?!” You squeaked, causing her to laugh. “RIGHT? I told you! I’m surprised you had the confidence to talk to him.” She said, looking at you. Shrugging, you messed with your book bag. “I don’t know what it was, but he didn’t make me... nervous, I guess. I felt confident talking to him.” You muttered, causing her to gasp.

“It’s love!” She shouted, causing you to cover her open mouth as your face heated up. “Shut up! No it’s not!” You whisper yelled back. She gave you a look before using four of her fingers to pry your hand off her mouth. “First of all, wash your hands. Second of all, there’s no other explanation! You two are soulmates!” She said excitedly, holding your hands in hers and being careful with her pinkies. You shook your head and pulled away. “I’m gonna go get lunch.” You muttered, getting in line. Her words still lingered.

Was this what love at first sight was like?

Lately, all I feel is black and bruised,

Tired of tripping on my shoes

You had spent a lot of time with Todoroki since then. Whether it be group outings, movie nights, or sitting at lunch, you were always around him. The two of you started to grow closer, with him opening up about his home life and you telling him your own personal problems. You told him about how you had been having frequent nightmares. Frowning, he looked at you. “If you have another one, come to my room. I can help you.” He said, concern lacing his usually dull voice.

Tonight was particularly bad. You had woken up drenched in sweat, hands shaking as you reached around for your phone. Grabbing it off the nightstand, you checked the time. 3:19 AM. Sighing, you mulled over the words Todoroki told you. Slowly you rose from your bed, shivering as your body became exposed to the cold. Making your way out of the girl’s dorms, you tried to remember where he said his room was.

But when he loves me I feel like I’m floating

Checking the number to make sure you were right, you gently knocked on the door. “Shoto? Are you awake?” You asked quietly, hoping to hear a response. You stood there for a few seconds before you heard his door click open, revealing a very tired half and half boy. He rubbed his eyes, looking down at you. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked quietly, watching as you nodded. He moved aside, letting you into his room before shutting the door. “I have tea, but I... can’t make it myself.” He muttered, slightly embarrassed. You nodded, smiling. “I’ll make it, thank you.” You said softly, grabbing the packs of tea and exiting his dorm room to put the kettle on.

You returned with two mugs of chamomile tea and handed him his. Raising the glass to your lips, you tried to take a sip but were stopped. “If you drink it that hot, it’ll burn your tongue. Let me see.” He said, setting his mug down on his tatami mat floor before taking yours and activating his quirk. He waited a few seconds before handing it back to you, picking up his own and taking a sip. You drank it, amazed. It was pleasantly warm, and it made you really sleepy as you continued to drink the beverage.

Setting his drink back down, he looked at you. Rather awkwardly, he stared as he searched for the right words to say. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, voice deep from his previous sleep. You simply shook your head. “Not at all.” You muttered, sniffling. He nodded, staying quiet as he held his mug in his hand. “You can stay here for tonight, if you need to.” He said, sipping his tea. You looked at him, then at his floor. “I’m sorry if this seems offensive but... where’s your bed?” You asked. He raised a brow. “My floor is designed for you to be able to sleep on it. That’s why it’s so comfortable to sit on. Tatami mats are usually used to sleep on, so I just have a big blanket and some pillows.” He said, pulling said blanket out of his closet. You nodded, grabbing a pillow and laying down. “Thank you todoroki.” You muttered quietly, looking up at him. He nodded, looking away. “Anytime.” He said, watching as you drifted off to sleep.

Smiling, you pulled on your outfit as you checked yourself out in the mirror. You and your friends were supposed to go out to a restaurant today, and you wanted to look good. Nodding at your appearance, you fixed your clothes before exiting your dorm. Stepping into the commons area, you waved at the rest of your friends. “Hey guys!” You said, walking over. Uraraka smiled at you. “Hi Y/N! You ready to go?” She asked. You nodded, looking over at Todoroki. He was staring at you with a concentrated look, mismatched eyes scanning your outfit. Does he not like it? You frowned, fidgeting with your hands as you followed everyone out. Before you walked out the door, a hand stopped you.

When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually, I’m nothing

“You look nice, Y/N.” He said, letting go as he cleared his throat. You blinked, scanning his face. Was he... embarrassed? “Oh! Thank you Shoto!” You said, smiling at him. Following you out, he walked with the others to the restaurant they chose for today’s outing.

The smell of fresh udon flooded your nose as you walked in, greeting you pleasantly as you made your way to a table. You sat down, thanking the waitress as she handed you a menu. Todoroki took a seat next to you, scanning over the menu to see what food they offered. His eyes lit up slightly as he saw the soba on it, thanking Izuku for taking him somewhere with his favorite food. You smiled softly, examining the scene. He was so cute, getting excited over something as simple as your friend remembering your favorite food. You could just give him a ki-

What the hell? No, no you couldn’t. You don’t kiss your friends unless you’re drunk at a party, you thought. Shaking your head, you ordered what you wanted and proceeded to chat with everyone else.

You will always be my favorite form of loving

Laughing, you stacked the empty bowl of noodles with the other dishes, telling stories about your childhood as you cleaned up to leave. Grabbing your wallet, you dug around for the money you brought to pitch in with the food. Suddenly, a hand stopped you, causing you to look up. Todoroki had a card in his hand, which he stuck in the bill holder. “I’ll pay, it’s no problem.” He said, causing everyone to look at him. Izuku gulped, “That bill was really high, Todoroki. Are you sure?” He asked, causing Todoroki’s eyes to shine with mischief. “Yeah. It’s my father’s.” He said, which made the table start laughing as he paid and walked out with the others.

You shivered. It had gotten colder from how long you resided in the restaurant, and you didn’t think to bring a jacket. Biting your lip, you sniffled as you continued to walk with your friends. You looked over to Todoroki. He didn’t have a jacket... he was probably regulating his own body temperature. You quickly made your way over to him, walking alongside his tall frame as you continued to shiver. “Are you cold?” He asked, looking at you with slight concern. You nodded quietly, your lips chapped from the air hitting them. Gently, he wrapped his left arm around you, his body giving off warmth to keep you from freezing. “Is this okay?” He asked, looking at you. Suddenly, your face was much hotter than the rest of your body.

“Yeah. This is nice... thank you Shoto.” You said softly. He felt so warm and safe.

And if you were to search deep down, you’d know that you didn’t ever want him to let go.

When I start to tumble from the sky

You remind me how to fly

You had been training for a while, your special move remaining stagnant in terms of development. Frustrated, you sat down and held your head in your hands. You knew it was going to be hard to develop your quirk, but this was just ridiculous. You could hear clashing and other racket as your fellow classmates continued to work. You sighed, closing your eyes and wishing you could disappear.

“Hey... Y/N? Are you okay?” A familiar voice asked, much softer than usual. You looked up, your eyes meeting his heterochromatic ones. “I’m just frustrated with my quirk. My skill isn’t evolving.” You muttered, messing with your hair as you looked back down. He frowned before crouching down next to you. “It’s alright. Everyone hits a wall sometimes. I’m not very good at controlling my left side, but we get better little by little.” He said, patting your back awkwardly. “You expect too much out of yourself, Y/N. Take a break.” He said, before getting up to grab you some water. You kept your head down, face heating up at his words.

He came back, helping you up as he gave you water. You took a swig, wiping your mouth off before smiling. He gave you a soft one in return, barely visible. “Are you alright now?” He asked. You nodded. “Yeah! Let’s do this!”.

Miraculously, you made a lot of progress in developing your special move for the rest of the day.

You were on the verge of passing out. In an attempt to make progress on your special move, you had been up until dawn every night for the past week training your quirk. It was taking a toll on you, making you visibly tired and weaker in class.

Lately I’ve been feeling not alive

But you bring me back to life

You felt your head hit your lunch tray as you snapped up, looking around. Your friends were staring at you with sympathetic looks. “Y/N, you need to take the day off and get some rest, kero.” Tsu said, causing you to shake your head. “Heroes... don’t take days off...” you muttered sleepily, eyes half lidded. You felt a nudge against your shoulder, making you look up at the person who did it.

Todoroki was staring at you, holding an energy bar in one hand. He handed it to you, watching as you unwrapped and ate it. “Follow me. You’re going to sleep.” He said, causing you to whine. “Nooo, my notes-“ “I’ll take them.” He stated plainly, pulling you up out of your seat. Your legs gave out from under you, and you latched onto him for support. He paused for a minute before bending down. “Get on my back. I’ll carry you.” He said, completely straight faced. You felt your skin flush as you carefully climbed up onto his back. “I’m not heavy?” You asked, which made him shake his head. “No, you’re actually very light.” He said as he walked out of the cafeteria with no shame. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you felt yourself getting sleepier as you inhaled his scent. He smelled like marshmallows on a campfire, and it made you relax against his back as he carried you to the dorms.

“Shoto, are you going to have time to eat?” You asked quietly, yawning as he opened the door. “I’ll be alright. You need to get rest.” He stated sternly, making his way to your room as your arms loosened their hold against him. Opening the door, he moved your comforter before gently setting you down, letting you squirm into a comfortable position before tucking you in. You smiled up at him. He was avoiding other areas of your room with his eyes, probably trying to be respectful. “You’re so awkward, Shoto.” You teased, causing him to bow a little. “My apologies, I’ve never done this before.” He said, making you giggle. “It’s fine. I’m just teasing.” You said, turning over. “Thank you Todoroki. I appreciate it.” You said softly.

Standing at the door, he nodded. “No problem.” He said, before shutting the door and letting you get the best sleep in your life.

You blinked, staring at your phone in the middle of your lecture.

Human AC (todo)😼:

-Please meet me at my dorm room after school.

Why did he text you this? He didn’t even give you any context... what was up with him? Now that you thought about it, he had been avoiding you all day, going rigid every time you stood near him. Was he sick? That could be the reason. Maybe he wanted you to come make him tea? Thoughts raced along in your head, causing you to lose focus.

“Miss L/N.” Midnight’s stern voice tore you out of your thoughts, your cheeks heating up as she looked at you with a raised brow. “Is there a reason you’re on your phone while I’m teaching?” She asked, causing you to quickly shake your head no. You shoved it into your bag, grabbing your notes as you tried to write the rest down.

The bell rang, and you scurried to gather your things as you rushed out of class. Ochako caught up to you, whining. “Why are you going so fast? You didn’t even wait for us...” she said, and you shoved your phone in her face. She paused to read it before gasping. “He’s totally gonna ask you out Y/N!” She said excitedly. You smacked her arm lightly, a pout on your face. “Don’t get my hopes up Ochako.” You said, causing her to laugh. “I’m not! I’m being serious, he’s totally gonna ask you out!” She said, smiling at you. You rolled your eyes and smiled. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” You said, jogging off. She waved and walked back inside to wait for Izuku and the others. You plugged your earbuds in before rushing off to the dormitories.

Opening the door, you took your earbuds out and walked up the stairs to his room. You knocked on the door, fidgeting with your phone case as you waited for him to open it. After a while, he unlocked the door and walked out, clearing his throat.

But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about our relationship and I feel that it’s only fair that you know I have romantic feelings for you. I consulted Midoriya about this and he told me I should take you on a date... so would you like to join me for coffee sometime?” He asked, remaining rather calm. You, on the other hand, felt your face heating up as you processed his words. Todoroki? Liked you? As in- the cutest boy in school... How does that work?!

“Y/N, it’s okay if you don’t share the same feelings-“ he said, watching as you spaced out. You twitched, snapping back into reality as you shook your head frantically. “No, no! I’d love to go on a coffee date with you, Shoto.” You said, smiling. He nodded quietly. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow around 6?” He asked. You smiled, nodding as you fidgeted with your clothes. “I can’t wait!” You said, before turning to leave. He stopped you, staring before giving a small smile.

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually, I’m nothing

“I just wanted to tell you that you looked very nice today.” He said, his face a little pink. You blinked before giving a small laugh. “Thank you Shoto.” You said, before bidding him good night.

You will always be my favorite form of loving

“By the way, Sho, you’re on fire.”

“Oh.”

But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

You laughed as you walked alongside the half and half boy, cold hands warmed by the hot chocolate you held. You two had a nice time at the cafe, talking about whatever came to mind. The walk home was cold, but Shoto had his left arm around you, heating you up as you conversed with him.

“Your laugh is beautiful.” He stated shamelessly, watching as you got embarrassed. You puffed up your cheeks, feeling warm for a new reason. “You’re so embarrassing-“ you muttered, blushing as you fixed your scarf. He smiled, seeing the dormitories come into view. He walked you inside, holding the door open before taking you up to your room. You smiled up at him, taking his hands gently. “I had a nice time. Thank you, Sho.” You said, and he gave you a kind smile, one that he had only shown a few people. He kissed your cheek, nodding.

Even when we fade eventually, I’m nothing

“I can’t wait for next time.”

You will always be my favorite form of loving

[asian-hero]

Hmm how does "Itss freezing, come here" sound with todoroki?

A/N: You got it! I hope you enjoy, and I also hope that I did Todoroki justice!

“It’s freezing, come here” from this prompt list (feel free to send in a sentence(s) and a character!)

Summary: When coming back from their remedial classes, Bakugou somehow breaks the heating system for class 1-A’s dorms, which is unfortunate, as it’s possibly the coldest night that year. However, you’re lucky to have your own personal heater to keep you warm through this dreary night.

Words: 1,846

There were some days when you questioned just why you came to U.A., of all places. Of course, you wanted to be a hero, and with U.A.’s track record, you knew it was the best school for your ideal job, not to mention all of the famous alumni the school had. However, whenever you had to deal with the mostly endearing, but also irritating, personalities of your classmates, it was safe to say that you questioned whether being enrolled here was truly a good idea or not. 

You absolutely adored your classmates, for the most part. Everyone would do their best to help one another, even if it weren’t in the most conventional way. Even Bakugou, much to his annoyance, would help out his classmates, though it usually ended up with him yelling confusingly encouraging threats to everyone. All of them were, whether you liked it or not, were your family away from home. It was heartwarming to see how close you all had become. 

With that being said, there were also times that, similarly to most family structures, they’d drive you absolutely crazy. Which is what brought you to what was currently happening:

You were just sitting on one of the couches in the common area, minding your own business, when you heard the soft click of the heater turning off. Lifting your head up, you looked around to see if anyone had messed with the dial, and before you could even get up and walk towards it, you could hear a certain overly aggressive, explosive porcupine of a student yell out: DAMN IT. Confusion and curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to follow the scream. Pulling on a sweater, you headed down the stairs and out the dorms. Popping your head around the corner, you were faced with Bakugou (what a surprise) looking towards something with a pissed off look on his face, and, more surprisingly, Todoroki, who was currently looking up at the sky, looking as if he wanted God to strike him down where he stood. Clearing your throat, you made your presence known.

“What are,” You started, before your eyes traveled to where Bakugou was looking, “How the fuck?”

“Shut up, extra.”

The two of you stared at the heating system, or what was left of it. Somehow, the damned idiot had managed to blow up the heater, if the large hole in the middle of it were to say anything. Slowly, you looked at the two boys, your face morphing from your initial shock to annoyance.

“I— Bakugou how do you even do this?”

His head whipped towards you, anger and embarrassment mixing together. “Why do you assume it was me!”

“It was him,” Todoroki chipped in, holding his indifferent facade as the other male turned his anger on him.

“Listen here, IcyHot—“

Not wanting to see this one-sided argument, you sighed loudly, once again capturing the two’s attention.

“Just,” You started, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Just get inside.”

With that, you didn’t bother to wait up, opting to walk back into the dorms, hoping to catch what was left of the disappearing warmth. However, once you got back upstairs, you noticed Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida sitting in the common area, bundled up in their blankets and perplexed looks on their faces. Once they had noticed you walking over Uraraka was the first to speak:

“What was that yelling outside?”

Squishing in beside her on the couch, you wrapped some of her blanket over your body, “Bakugou managed to blow up the heating unit outside.” 

“Ah, so that’s why the dial wasn’t doing anything,” Iida chimed in, before frantically jumping up, “Wait, Bakugou did what?”

“He blew up the heating unit.” A new voice stated, his blunt nature making him easy to identify.

Twisting your head a bit, you took note of Todoroki coming in, waving a quick “hello” to the four of you before heading off to his room, most likely to avoid from the lecture Iida was about to give. When your eyes lingered on the spot he was at, Uraraka smirked, bumping your shoulder with her own.

“You know,” She started, her voice masked by Iida’s lecture, as Bakugou had just entered, “You can always ask Todoroki to keep you warm tonight.”

Feeling the heat rush up your neck, you shoved her face away, coughing in embarrassment. “Ochako, don’t say that!”

She wriggled her eyebrows up and down, her smirk never leaving her face. “I don’t know why you don’t ask, you know he’d be happy to cuddle you.”

You rolled your eyes, praying that your blushing face wasn’t noticeable. “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not even that cold.”

She gave you a quizzical look, as if not believing you for a second, but she dropped the subject. For the next hour, it was rather pleasant. The conversation rolling between the four of you was distracting you from the fact that the air was getting considerably colder as time went on. Eventually, you couldn’t really keep the chill away from your body, no matter how tucked in you were. At one point you were convinced you saw Uraraka’s breath when she spoke, although, with the way her teeth were starting to chatter, it wasn’t a surprise. As a matter of fact, Midoriya and Iida were also shivering, with the latter doing his best to hold it in. It was honestly shocking that none of you brought up the fact that it was as if you were all sitting outside, but perhaps you could attribute that to the fact that none of you actually wanted to complain.

Just as you were about to call it a night and see if you could try and retain the small remnants of your body heat, Uraraka’s yelling pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey Todoroki!”

Turning your head slightly, you could see the Half-Cold Half-Hot quirk wielder shoot you all a small wave, his other hand occupied with a glass of water. Glancing at your fiend of a friend, you saw a mischievous smirk appear on her face. You didn’t even have the time to question it before she spoke:

“Well, it’s getting a bit late, we should head off to bed. Right Iida, Deku?” Standing up, she shrugged off her blanket and turned towards Todoroki, “(Y/N) wants to stay up for a bit, you’ll keep her company, right?”

She didn’t bother waiting for a response, instead opting to drag the other two by their blankets, not listening to either of their concerns.

“Ochako, your blanket!” You yelled after her, but to no avail. She’d already left the scene.

Sighing, you settled yourself back into the couch, further wrapping yourself into the blanket. A few seconds had passed and you felt the weight shift from under you. Peeking a glance at the boy, you noticed he didn’t have a blanket on him, or any form of coat for that matter. Actually, he didn’t even seem bothered by the lack of heat.

“Are you not cold?”

He shook his head, placing down his cup of water, “No, I can regulate my own temperature,” Bending over a bit, he tried to make eye contact with you, “Why, are you?”

You pursed your lips together in an attempt to stop any smart remarks to come flying out. Huffing, you turned your head away from him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your flustered appearance.

“Well excuse me, but not everyone is able to control their body temperature on demand.”

The chattering of your teeth and your slight shivering made it hard to hear his comeback, but you just knew he said something snarky. You playfully glared at him, though, in your current state, you doubt that you looked any form of threatening. He snorted, but you could tell he took some form of pity on you, if the creasing of his eyebrows were any indication.

Thinking back to what Uraraka said, you couldn’t help but wonder that, if you asked nicely, Todoroki would be up to cuddle you. Not in a romantic way, as much as you wanted it to be, but mainly to keep you from dying of hypothermia. Of course, he’d probably be too nice to say “no,” but you didn’t want to overstep your bounds. But, on the other hand, you were cold as hell and he looked like a nice, warm, pillow.

“(Y/N)? Are you still there?”

You blinked a bit, leaving your thoughts. Todoroki was staring at you, one eyebrow propped up in an inquisitive nature. You must’ve been staring at him while you drifted off. Looking at him once more, all you could see was a warm heat radiator that wasn’t broken. So, as anyone would do in this situation, you spoke:

“It’s freezing, come here.”

It was his turn to stare at you, a bit confused at your request. “I’m sorry, what?”

You groaned internally, not really wanting to repeat yourself and kind of wishing that the earth would swallow you whole. However, you already jumped through the rabbit hole, so you might as well let yourself fall.

“I said come over here you glorified heating pad and cuddle me,”

You seemed to get his attention with that one, as a small smile found its way to his lips. Letting out an obnoxious sigh, he scooted towards you, pulling your blanket cocoon form by the waist. Once you were settled onto his chest, he wrapped both arms around your figure. Or, whatever figure your cocoon had. 

“Better?”

You shook your head, wriggling your way out of his grasp so you could unwrap yourself from the blanket. Once you were out, you placed the blanket over the two of you and laid back down, burying your face in his chest so he couldn’t see you.

“Perfect,” You mumbled, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his torso.

You couldn’t see it, but Todoroki’s facial expression turned even softer at that. Somehow you had managed to wrap him around your little finger, not that he minded. One of his hands had came up to brush through your strands of hair, while the other wrapped around you securely. You didn’t know how long it took, but somehow you had managed to drift off, and eventually, you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Once he’d felt your breathing start to even out, Todoroki patted your head. Shifting ever so slightly, he rested his head on the armrest of the couch. Looking down at you one more time, he smiled.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you that, the next morning, you were woken up by the sounds of cameras shuttering and lights flashing. Of course, in all fairness, it also shouldn’t have been surprising for the half of your class watching you and Todoroki sleep that you’d immediately chase them and give them hell.

It wasn’t that bad though. After all, you did get a nice picture to use as your screen saver.

[writingsofmyimagination]

Believer

Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Rating:18+

Summary: Honestly the video and the Believer cover killed me so enjoy some PWP based around it! 

Warnings: Shameless PWP (Slight BDSM themes (Dom Kihyun OFC), nothing to extreme - Toys, edging, denial, over-stimulation)

On editing actually decided I didn’t like this but it’s all done now :P

//

The music was throbbing through your ear pods, the bass unconsciously in sync with your steps up the stairs. The bass which you hoped would also drown out the throb between your legs. The throb which had been damn near constant for days. Literally.

Yoo fucking Kihyun.

//

It’s been about a week since he released the cover of Imagine Dragons Believer. It’s been a week since you made the HUGE mistake of telling him it drove you mad watching him feel himself through the music like that. Kihyun wasn’t due at your place until tomorrow but you were too desperate and sought to tempt fate.

-So what did you think?”-16:03

-You hit it right out of the park obviously! -

-Yeah?-

-Yeah it was amazing. I’d also be lying if I said It didn’t make me want to fuck you so bad right now-

-And what a shame you won’t be seeing me for a week :P-

You pictured the smug first that would have been plastered on his face. Stroking his already inflated ego always put you first class to tortureville.

-What can we do to help my princess get through the week then?- he’d added

-Come over or leave me alone- you’d offered as the lemon green tea doused your throat while smothered in your blankets on your sofa.

-It’s going to be more fun because I’m doing neither…-

Before you’d even finished reading the message you knew whatever you were going to get was THAT Kihyun. The Kihyun that totally consumed. The Kihyun that was so in control you’d do anything he asked because the alternative was much worse. Even if he wasn’t there. You’d rubbed your thighs together, tongue wetting your lips.

-…You’re going to touch yourself for me. Get yourself all worked up for me and I want you to show me –

You read those words in the way his devilish lips would have whispered if he were there. You’d sat up eagerly before replying.

-Want me to cum for you?-

- Definitely not! that’s reserved for me –

God if he could the pout on your face you’d be straight over the table ass out counting how many strikes to your ass you were going to get

-You fucking serious? I’m not seeing you for daaayyyss – You shot back accompanied with an army of sad faces.

-I never specified who it was going to be most fun for. But for that attitude you’re going to do it every day for me. Make sure you record your frustrated whines at the end. I want to hear how desperate you get.-

You cursed yourself and him a thousand times as you took yourself to the bedroom.

-I know you’re a good girl and you’ll do what your told-

You refused to reply and sent the videos to him.

//

Today was day six, to say you were irritable was an understatement. You’d not sent anything to him today. Tempting fate.

Jooheon was the one to let you into the dorm. Apparently catching him mid food prep; a spatula gripped in his free hand. His movements stopped dead. Eyes grew wide as his brain fought to find something he’d likely forgotten.

“Nothing was planned, chill. This is a surprise Kihyun when he gets in kind of thing” His shoulders dropped.

“Thank god my brain just panicked I’d not put enough food in. On that note though have you eaten? Want me to make you something?

“No thanks. But I do have a small favour to ask though” eyes on the floor observing the converse slip past your heels.

“Sure what’s up?” You took a quick gauge of the room. Minhyuk gave you a quick soft smile and nod before his eyes flew back to the large plasma screen to focus on holding his lead against Hyungwon in whatever overwatch thing was going on. Hyungwon’s eyes briefly acknowledged you but he was too busy squealing and wincing.

“Can you guys make yourself scarce for like ten minutes when he gets back pllleeeaaassseee”

You were responded with a blank, processing look on his face. Changkyun ending up startling Jooheon as he looped his arms round his neck. You don’t know what it is about him but this guy always knows when you’re up to no good. It’s like he knows you’ve got your lacy lingerie set with suspenders on underneath you red and black polka dot dress as well.

“I’ve got this, don’t worry” he stated winking in your direction. You could only roll your eyes amused, bringing your hands into a prayer to him.

“Guys! Let’s go! None of us wanna see when Ki gets surprised” The boys on the sofa fumbled up grabbing their crinkling packets of crisps wordlessly agreeing with Changkyun.

“Thank you soooo much guys, love you” you called after them as they disappeared into their rooms. You checked your phone, you had around ten minutes until Kihyun would be home from the studio. The artificial light of the teardrop lighting had become more prominent as the evening sun descended beneath the blocky skyline of Seoul; purple pastels separated by an orange hue.

You unhooked each button down the front of your dress. You boosted yourself up using the bar style stools to hoist you up to sitting on the marble breakfast island. You were not leaving until you got what you needed tonight and that was absolute in your mind.

It took a few long minutes for the harsh coolness of the marble to regulate to the body temperature of your behind. Phone in your hand aimlessly scrolling through your feed until Ki’s face bubble over took the screen.

“Can I help you” you immediately chimed

“Hey baby, yes you can I’m just getting ho...

His phone barely gripped in his hands. Eyes fixed on the shock on his kitchen side. The words he was going to speak completely strangled out in his throat. He was met with your silence. The misbehaviour screaming in your eyes, lip between your teeth.

“Where are the others?” his words were hesitant, eyes rushing around the room multiple times. He might be … but he was damn private when it came to you; he would not have any of the boys SEE you as you were now. Hear you, I mean he made it a damn point to have you crying him name so they could hear sometimes.

“Making themselves scarce for ten minutes so I can surprise you”

“Yeah?” His bag dropped at his feet, he’d snaked his was over to you zoning in to only you. His fingertips gentle in their dance up your thighs now either side of him.

“Well consider me surprised” he smirked through a kiss.

“Off!” He tapped at your thigh.

The second your feet found stability on the floor, you’d been spun. Stomach pressed to the cold side by a hand at your mid back, other hand trailing upwards in between your legs.

The frustrated exhale swept passed your lips dragging the corner of his up when his hands skipped out at the apex of your thighs gripping at your hips instead.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing princess” his hand slid further up your back to grip into your hair and tug.

“Teasing me into giving you what you want. You still have one more video to make before you get anything from me. So if I were you I’d go to my room put on your collar and wait for me” He pressed a kiss at your shoulder that lingered through the goose bumps. Your bodies moulded together in a final heated kiss before you waltzed off to the bedroom.

Kihyun’s stare held you in permanent unseen restraints. He’d shoved his arm chair to the bottom of the bed, and plonked himself down legs splayed. The top three buttons of his shirt undone hand cradling a camera lense, eagerly waiting in your direction.

Kihyun wasn’t satisfied with just the collar, he’d clipped a metal bar to the O-ring of your collar. Matching cuffs had been strapped to your wrists and clipped onto the end of the bar running vertically down your body. There was some leeway with the chains from your cuffs; not much but enough your hands could dip between your legs.

//

“You’re so beautiful. God it’s hard for me not just to come and fuck you like that” he cooed. The pulsing of the recording red light blurring in your vision as your eyes rolled back.

“Ki..hyun please” You whimpered, nerves igniting at the thought of him giving in to you finally.

“Dinner be ready in 5 guys” Jooheon’s voice echoed through the dorm.

“That’s enough baby. Now I need that mouth of yours before we can leave this room. KNEES!”

You were not going to refuse that tone.

His finger licked under your chin angling it upwards. The camera still gripped in his hand, lens momentarily facing away. He stole a sweet kiss, his lips plump and full against yours.

“I really missed you baby, please tell me you’re staying tonight” the sucrose heavy wrapped in his words, the caramelised glint in his blown-out pupils dancing.

“Mmmhmm” you nodded innocent, despite him being hard in front of your face. His eyes had melted to a softer chocolate fondue.

“Good, you’ll be too tired to leave when I’m finished with you”

“Now show me how much I made you want me”

He decided to keep the camera off, there is no way his hands could have maintained any type of composure. His hands were tightly balled fists in your hair. The deep breathless moans seeping past his pursed lips only kept your core vibrating furiously

//

There were many knowing smirky looks while the boy ate. Every time you pressed your thighs together that bit tighter. Every time he purposely had his hand just that tiny bit too high on your thigh. Every time he whispered to you how bad he needed to feel how wet you were and how he could make It worse. Inside your core was screaming but you physically responded backhanding him wherever you could reach. Obviously, the boys joked and scolded you; this only had Kihyun erupting into more giggles knowing full well you couldn’t defend yourself and say why.

Asshole

With that said you couldn’t quite call yourself the innocent party; sitting on his lap; minutely gyrating your hips earned you many harsh sly squeezes and warning stares.

With the bedroom door finally shut, it took Kihyun mere seconds to rid you of his white tee and joggers. You were already whimpering, desperate putty in his hands.

“Think you’ve waited long enough for me?” Kihyun cooed as you melted underneath his sweltering presence into the mattress.

“See how much longer you can wait” he shot in before you could answer. His hands not reaching you once, they stayed firmly either side of you; only his lips and nose grazed your skin. He knew you disapproved by the way you shifted on the sheets, his lips only curled up into a smirk on your chest before taking a firm bite. The sting had you squirming under him, at least the blossoming red will be coverable with clothes

Makes a change

The tip of his nose traced down your stomach in lazy patterns, every warm breathe fanning a new wave of goose bumps.

“Ki…please!” The nips and breaths on your thigh became way too overwhelming.

“Sorry princess” His head hovered over your core lowing air. You shuddered with an irritated groan.

“Sensitive, are we? A week of not being able to cum. Too much for you when you know I’m here Dying to fuck you?”

“Do you even have to ask” you breathed exasperated. Kihyun’s teasing was merciless at the best of times. He’d always have a flurry of cursing thrown his way.

“Now now, don’t make me keep you waiting any longer” blowing again, your body tensed holding on to every bit of sanity it could muster.

“Say please once more and I promise I’ll let you cum…”

Jesus Christ

“On one condition”

“Ugghh anything!” You would have sold your soul at this point. Your complaint caused a light laugh as he looked up from between your legs.

“I get to hear cry out my name? Your videos have drove me crazy this week, I want you so fucked out”

In his pause waiting for you to respond he stripped himself of his shirt. Finally. He necked half a glass of water before dipping back down between your legs. Eyes completely absorbing every ripple of his biceps and shoulder muscles until he’d positioned himself. With the guys preparing for a comeback he was at the gym more and no matter what he did most of the tone ended up being held in his shoulders and after a week of frustration you were entranced to say the least.

Your vision knocked off kilter.

“Shit!” You’d neglected to notice the amount of ice Kihyun had purposely put in his glass. Breathe was swiftly hijack from your chest. The ball of his metal tongue bar still ice cold pressed to your clit had your knuckles brimming white in the sheets, air forcing out through pursed lips. The fatal concoction of the cooled metal and the warmth of his mouth kicking the volume of your shocked moans to way too audible.

“Fuck you sound sexy but you’ve got to be quieter than that, I don’t want to gag you” He bobbed up gulping another mouthful, you could swear you heard even more crunching on ice. Wrists growing tighter in preparation.

//

“Is that good baby? Need to cum yet?”

As if your whines and writhing didn’t tell him this.

“Beg for it and you can have it” he cooed, chin glistening with you. Lips making there way up to yours at an agonisingly slow pace. Each hot kiss strong, liquidated with need. He found the taste between your thigh all too hard to pull himself away from.

“Beg” he asked again through a kiss you struggled to not cry through.

“Kihy…un please, I need you, jesus..Ki…please” whining with a fervent urgency.

“Oh I know you can do better than that princess” he goaded fingers hovering over the desperate core moments from sending those shockwaves you so badly needed.

“Fuck I swear… please let me cum, I’ve needed you so bad, please I’ve been craving your cock all week. Give it to me…I can’t…”

“Better, oh you know I’ll give it to you baby, but you can give this to me first” Your back arched to a perfect crescent, feeling his fingers stroke the front of your walls, that precious velvet goldmine.

Your neck peaked in front of him head rolled back into the sheets. His lips clamping down on you, hot pants fanning a hot breeze across your neck. Palm firm against your core.

“Fu…” your words grew silent. The pressure remaining firm sending longed out waves as the aftershocks started throbbing through your nerves. A growl rolled around his throat, his hips rolling against nothing. He was starting to feel desperate, aching for you.

“God I’ve never needed you so fucking much” he panted into your neck. Tracing his fingers through the mess he’d created. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth; dangerous eyes ravenous for more of you. Your body still recalibrating back down to the earth gave him no response.

“Are you still going to be a good girl for me a few more times?”

“Mmm I wanna be” you shuffled pressure at his hips, his knee pressed against your core allowing you to circle your hips against him. Your hands raced to his belt, fumbling the buckles undone. You needed him out of those tight jeans.

“Needy much” he teased, a small grunt of relief when the tight denim was dropped to the floor. He climbed back on the bed climbing past you to sit against the backboard. Rolling on your front to follow his presence.

“Come and sit on my thigh baby girl” A small pout formed on your lips.

“You think I’d give you my cock that easy huh? Not until your shaking with tears in your eyes”

“Mmm” you hummed your throbbing clit now pressed to his thigh. Both hands resting a loose grip either side of his neck.

“And don’t act like this isn’t one of your favourite things. Use me like the desperate princess I’ve made you”

“Do I get to touch you?” Ghost like touches trickled down his chest underneath the rapid barely controlled movements of his breathing. Doe eyes pleading against his blown eyes that struggled to lift from the shine glistening on his leg.

“Only until I tell you to stop” Your hand had already teased beneath the elastic of his boxers.

“Ugh” God the way the veins in his neck twitched as his head rolled back against the wall. Your hips angled onto his tensed thigh. His grip loosened around the wrist of the hand sliding down his shaft when he’d decided on the pace that wouldn’t shove him off the edge.

“You sound just as pretty with my hand round your dick as when you sing” your breathes mixing, perspirated foreheads pressed together both focused eyes down. You’re hips ground harder, hand speed moving in proportion.

“Tch… stop” Kihyun choked gripping at your wrist again. He guided your hand to the meet the other at the back of his neck.

“Focus on you, I wanna watch you fall apart” He pressed at your chest, straightening your back leaning back. His hand trailing your skin, each fingertip curving round your breasts taking every inch of skin to a heightened state.

“Don’t stop princess, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me baby” He shoved his hands down onto your hips pushing down as your head and arms fell forward onto him. He shoved his hand to the back of your head pushing you into a kiss to keep the moans ravaging out of the room as your muscles pulsed sweetly.

“Mmm I could watch that all day” Kihyun cooed kissing you with a sweetness worthy of diabetes. Your head swirling in climatic bliss. He sat up, maneuverer you beneath him. Your hands default dropping to either side of your head.

“Are you joking?” You panted soul packing up good and ready to leave. The devil stood tall in front of you, smirking down, eyes dark.

“I want one more” his fingers drummed against your wand that you were sure you were about to regret leaving at his.

“Now you have a choice, either I can hold it until your begging me to stop or you can?”

“You hold it”

“Pleeasssee” you added.

“Anything for you”

//

The vibrations had you whining, tears pricking at the side of your ears. Sensitivity hijacking every single nerve ending at your core. Kihyun’s head buried in your neck, low moans fanning your neck as your cries only made him strain harder to not buck into you.

“Colour?” Kihyun asked, his weight not allowing you to move, wand still harshly pressed to you. Your muscles drained of energy, the forced convulsions post climax forcing them to run past empty.

“Yel..low” you whimpered. He showed mercy freeing you of stimulation. He thumbed the corner of your eyes, the clear droplets chased its way over his knuckles.

“Had enough of me yet?” he breathed between gentle kisses down your body, a sweet trail of plump lips.

“Mmmm” you hummed not even in response more a noise of waning bliss.

“So you don’t want my cock after all your whining this week?” Eyes shooting open

“I do, Ki…please I’ve needed you soo bad” your body running on pure desperation.

“And just think all because I released a cover video”

“Roll over ass up add bits!” he ordered. You just about pumped enough strength into your muscles to obey.

“Here baby, save your energy” He rolled up a couple of pillows and plumped them under your stomach. The caramel chocolate of his voice melted and gooey.

“I’ll go slow baby”

You knew this was for him as well as you. He thrived on working you up to the point he’d be painfully on edge without even having you. He needed enough left to shove you into bliss once more with him.

Noise was no longer a concern, all you had left was breathless pants and groans.

“I never wanna believe how good you feel” Kihyun managed choking through his words, his hips light in their juts into you. Hips controlled by his hands secured at your hips, your head rolling hard into the mattress. Colour draining from your knuckles attempting to blend into the white sheets scrunched around them. The slow ascent torturous as it was sweet.

“Baby….” You choked.

“Mmm”

“Please go faster” you whined, the slow build up in your muscles was aching every fibre past the point you could cope.

“Why’s that princess?” Kihyun slowed his hips the demon.

“Want to…cum…please”

“You know you can’t be quiet when I fuck you like that” …

“Don’t…care…gag me” you managing panting through pursed lips. His hips stuttered in approval, a growl vibrating in his throat.

“Well… how can I refuse”

“Ugh” you both groaned in unison, disapproving of the emptiness you both felt.

Silicone ball consuming the inside of your mouth, leather taut across your cheek.

“Look at me baby” You were cross legged pillows hugged at your chest. Longing glazed over eyes looking up at him, hair fallen over your face. The red tinted skin around your eyes proof of your complete undoing.

“You are soo pretty like this, my fucked out good girl… Get back with your ass up” Thank god you were gagged. The now muffled squeal would have certainly drawn attention from the dorm. He spared no energy going easy on you, his hips snapping into you.

“Is this what you wanted? …Want you to cum with me, Okay!” Your nod into the mattress was not seen, your okay signal with your hands was. Your right hand flew to the side of his thigh, red crescents soon dented in his skin.

“Close baby?” You were falling apart quicker than hips could keep up.

“Fuck, keep doing that” hips slowing when you pulsed your walls around him.

“Mmm like that… okay…baby ready?” He didn’t need your hand signal, your body stiffened. Your concentration holding on to his ever-becoming sporadic hip thrusts. You waited for his delectable deep as fuck low groan and his body to still before you let the last wave of muscle spasms ravage your muscles of every last contraction. Long drawn out pulses drawing more water to your eyes, teeth gripping harder on the rubber.

The perspiration suddenly felt warmer under his palm curving round your behind, squeezing harshly. He half collapsed, more of his skin fusing across your back for a beat before completely falling onto the bed. You fell beside him, the ability to formulate words was still beyond you. Kihyun rolled to face you snuggling a kiss into your neck.

“Want a bath beautiful?” asking while stroking the peak curve of your hips where his fingers had been planted. As the oxytocin fled your system the soreness from the bruises that would surely blossom over the next few days nudged your skin.

“I’ve still got a couple of your fave bath bombs, and I’ll bring you some Vodka aaannnnnnd I’ll maybe even make you breakfast in the morning”

“Babe I’m going to need dinner by the time my body will work enough to leave the bed” you whined dramatically.

“But yes, love yooouu” you added, ridiculous accomplished smirk wreaking havoc on his face as the buckle of his belt secure the trouser back round his hips.

[witchy-anna]

Play with Fire (Dabi songfic)

Quirk: Homeostasis- the ability to force someone’s body back into its stable condition. Requires physical touch to activate. Examples are regulating the body's blood pressure, heart rate and temperature. Disadvantage: May cause the person to go into shock if the quirk works too quickly.

A/N: I’m going to go with vigilante fem!reader, sorry it took so long Fox! You’re a Doll 😘 Each section is essentially a time skip. 

Warning: cursing (I curse a lot, can’t control my potty mouth)

Taglist: @soldier76sbabygirl

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Insane, inside the danger gets me high Can't help myself got secrets I can't tell

Another string of deaths caused by the serial arsonist. When will it end? The news anchor reads off the prompt with obvious faux concern. Is this another travesty caused by the League of Villains? Find out tonight on the Hero News Network.

You sigh and grumble, “What a crock of shit.” 

A husky voice says close to your ear, “You sound more irritated than concerned.”

Without startling to the closeness you crane your neck around and level a glare at the person intruding in on your space. 

A raven haired man stands close, sunglasses obscuring his eyes and shirt collar pulled high covering the bottom half of his face. How strange. 

You tsk and turn back to the screen now playing an expose on a local pro heroes love life, as if that matters. Gesturing vaguely at the screen you spit out, “They sound so..fake...People are dying and instead they focus on who crawled out of bed with some pro.” 

“This world is so full of suffering, who can blame them for being desensitized to it,” the man says with an oddly cheerful tone.

“I suppose so,” you say but it falls on deaf ears. Gone. 

In other news, the police and pros are still on the lookout for a masked vigilante...You spin on your heels before the news anchor can finish their report. With a quickened pace to trudge another monotonous day of desk work. Fun stuff.

I love the smell of gasoline I light the match to taste the heat I've always liked to play with fire

Another night, another secret patrol, hood pulled high, mask secured, and ass kicking boots laced with vengeance. Monotonous desk job during the day and vigilante at night. 

Illegal being the operative word, the one floating in front of your vision akin to an annoying bug. Following you around each and every night you took off on an excursion.

This night was the same as any other night, some unsuspecting fool thinking they could pull one over on you. Sorely mistaken darling. Your quirk may not be the most suited for combat but you had worked hard to get where you are now. 

Again and again late into your sleepless nights you question why you are doing this. Why pick up what the pro heroes leave behind. 

The words etched into your mind of popular top ranking heroes saying: My quirk isn’t suited for this. Let someone else handle it. Over and over again. 

You want to scream in their face, Neither is mine but you don’t see me giving up!

Bitterness will get you nowhere in life, so instead, you chose to focus that venom on helping those left behind. At least, that’s how it was at first. 

I ride (I ride) the edge (the edge) My speed goes in the red

The concussive shock of an explosion nearly knocks you off your feet. Without a second thought you take off in a sprint to the source. 

“No,” you whisper. Just a moment too late. To slow, what you wouldn’t give for a speed quirk. 

Blue flames roar, reaching and clawing high in the sky. There is the distant scream of sirens signaling their approach. Someone is crying, a wail, a whimper, the harsh dissonance of fear. 

Ash falls like snow, blue and black tinted snow. It’s eerie but strangely beautiful. 

Emergency lights reflect off shattered pieces of glass littering the sidewalk and a single silhouette stands framed by the flames. The wind picks up causing ash and debris to fly everywhere; and almost comically his beat-up coat to flair behind him. 

A dry humorous laugh escapes much to your dismay. What is this an action movie? 

Intense eyes matching the azure flames turns to you, meeting your own (e/c) and rooting you to the spot. A flash of stark white teeth stretches the skin at the corners of his mouth, cut in half by scarred skin. No fear, no panic of being caught. 

“Wait!” you shout, desperation evident in your voice. “Stop!” Something nags at your subconscious, that feeling when you leave the house and your mind insists you forgot something but have no inkling what it could be. 

The man leisurely lifts a hand from his pocket and waves without turning around, disappearing around the corner. A wave that says: Until next time. 

Hot blood (hot blood), these veins (these veins) My pleasure is their pain

Another week passes before you see him again. Lying to yourself, you had dropped everything to sprint to another howling blue fire, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. To save people? Or to...no don’t finish that thought, you grumble internally. 

The stench of burnt flesh makes your stomach churn and you stifle a gag even through your mask. Steeling yourself you search for the source, is it a body or a person in need?

You follow your nose to the source. “Oh,” the word leaves your mouth with barely a sound. Just a puff of air really. 

There he sits, reclined against a trash bin partially hidden in shadows. If not for your keen sense of smell he would have stayed hidden. The smell is strong enough to make your eyes water. He watches you with narrowed luminous eyes, the only thing visible in the dim light. You step closer and he raises an open palm pointed at you, the blue flames dance and kiss his skin.

Steam rises from his skin and he pants, clearly in pain. 

“Your quirk hurts you,” it’s a statement not a question. “Let me help.” 

His eyes narrow to slits before he gives a quick nod and you carefully moved to kneel beside him. The palm with the flame clenches closed to extinguish the flame but stays poised to react if you try anything. He lets out a heavy breath that literally steams the air, he’s overheating.

“I need to touch you,” you warn and slowly reach out your own hands. “I can cool you down.” 

There’s a pause and he nods again, staying silent. Up this close the amount of scarred skin is jarring, as well as the staggering amount of piercings or are they staples? No matter, your hands slowly reach up to cup his cheeks and let your quirk kick to life. The steam rising from his skin slowly dissipates as your quirk works to regulate his temperature, cooling him down to his body's normal level. 

Part of you wonders why he is even letting you touch him so...intimately. His temperature now back to as it should be but your hands remain. 

“Is anyone there?” a stern voice calls from the entrance of the alley causing you to jump. Someone shines a flashlight down the alley, it’s a police officer.

“Leave now,” you hiss to him and stand quickly to move out of the cover of shadow. To the police officer you call out a soft, “Hello?”

His mouth opens as if he wants to say something but snaps it closed. Without a word he stands to leave but not without throwing a curious glance at your retreating form. Mask now gone but he can only see the back of your head, he watches as you put on an act for the police officer.

“Interesting,” he says to no one in particular.  

I love to watch the castles burn These golden ashes turn to dirt

And again, he’s toying with you. This is a game to him. 

It’s a mansion this time, his flames eating up the opulence like a cavity. Eating up the perfect expensive abode and turning it to rot; to ash. “How cliche,” you mutter to yourself. “What an idiot.” 

A low chuckle sends shivers down your spine, “I have a name.”

With a half interested turn of your head, you glance back over your shoulder. “Oh? And why would I care?” Lie.  

Another chuckle, but closer this time. He calls you out on your bluff, “Oh Doll, we both know that’s a lie.” 

Right behind you now. You sense no malice, only curiosity coming from the man. 

Your entire body locks up when you feel the barely there brush of a single callused finger at the base of your neck. It flicks the spot where your mask is tied and a breath of hot air sends goosebumps crawling across your skin.

“Dabi,” he whispers. Another long finger adds to the first, pads whispering against the soft skin of your neck. Heat radiates from both the fire in front of you and the man at your back. He tugs gently enough at your mask tie to not remove it, yet. “Why did you help me?”  

That’s a good question, why did you? Because he’s a pretty face or someone in need, regardless of villain or civilian status. 

You dodge the question, “Why did you let me?”  

“Maybe I just want to unmask a certain little vigilante,” he chuckles again and it vibrates against your back. A single finger slips underneath your mask brushing against your cheek and dips to ghost over your lips and you let him. 

“And maybe you’re just a pretty face,” you say, just a tad breathlessly. 

He hums, “Oh so you think I’m pretty?” He chuckles at the blush creeping over your neck but then curses when there’s a shout about a pro arriving on the scene. 

Dabi says directly into your ear, “Until next time Doll.” Gone.

I've always liked to play with fire Play with fire Fire, fire Oh, watching as the flames get higher Oh, I've always liked to play with (mm)

This time, he finds you. 

“Are you following me?” you ask. It’s quiet where you sat, luckily far away from the view of any passing civilians as he could be easily recognized.

He sits beside you, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankle. “You never answered my question last time,” it’s a statement, ignoring your attempt at deflecting. 

“I- I don’t know,” you admit staring down at your hands as if they hold all the answers. They clench and unclench in your lap. 

You are the antithesis to his sturm and drang. A man who clearly is the type to take what he wants, simply sits beside you, waiting and watching the war going on inside of you. 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he teases. “It was a simple question.” 

Little did you know at the time it would only take one little push, or rather a gentle pull to flip your already wavering resolve. A hand catching yours, rough calloused thumb rubbing a line across your knuckles distracting you. The other shoots out and releases the tie of your mask before you can react. 

“Maybe I just want the satisfaction of turning a vigilante hero to our side,” he says but spits out the word ‘hero’. 

That’s what you get for letting your guard down. That’s what you get for letting a villain get so close. 

“Get away from me,” you snarl and shoot to your feet. Reaching to yank back the mask he took from you but he keeps a firm grip on it. With a frustrated growl you rip the mask from him and storm off, face lit with a flush. 

A dry raspy laugh sounds from him, and he says those stupid infuriating words again, “Until next time. Doll.”

Right of passage classic maverick Match in the gas tank Ooh that's wretched Unstoppable legendary animals (mm)

Just in time, you find him face to face with a pro, no, it’s a sidekick but dangerous nonetheless. The sidekick is clearly a newbie, shaking slightly in their boots but standing firm against the notorious villain. 

Dabi has clearly overexerted himself again, the steam rises from him in waves, a drip of blood leaves a trail that disappears below the collar of his shirt. 

Both swivel to face you. One pair of stern eyes that immediately recognize you as that vigilante. The other pair of eyes at first looks annoyed at the new addition but then relaxes to an easy expression, one of familiarity. 

There’s a challenge in those azure eyes, asking what will you do? Who will you side with? 

The sidekick starts to advance turning their attention away from you. You sprint, desperate to get to Dabi before the sidekick does. 

Dabi sends out a flare of him fire directly at the sidekick but aims it away from you, over your head. What? Impossibly warm arms close around your waist, shielding you from harm. Again, what? 

A camera flash. At the last second you realize your mask must haven fallen off in the chaos. 

Right time for them; wrong time for you. Shit.

Digital justice Now you're gonna know us

Your face is displayed across tvs, newspapers, online articles, everything. 

Vigilante Hero unmasked. Connections to the League of Villains?

An entirely unflattering picture from your workplace displayed beside the picture from the previous night. You, held in the arms of Dabi. 

Your apartment had already been raided and is being watched by the police. An entire lifetime of stuff out of your reach in an instant. What did you expect to happen with this type of lifestyle anyway? Only the clothes on your back and a long since smashed cell phone tossed into a dumpster. 

You go back to the place where he first took your mask, bearing your naked face to the world. Baring your face to him. 

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus Yacht Money wired No denying I've always liked to play with fire

“There’s no going back now Doll,” he says in a hushed tone. There is an edge uncertainty hidden under his usual bravado, maybe even vulnerability. 

You shake your head, “Who said anything about going back.”  

Azure eyes meet your own (e/c) and matching grins split both of your faces. Rough callused fingers slip into your palm and twine through your fingers, tugging until your nose to nose. His tongue darts out to taste the ash stuck to his scarred lip, it floats all around you both like a gentle but haunting snowfall. 

“No going back now,” you repeat the sentiment before sealing your now flipped resolve with a kiss.

I've always liked to play with fire

[coldlittlecuties]

Bundle Up

The boys are on an early season 1 hunt in Michigan but aren't quite used to how cold it is. (Words: 2086)

I might continue this if anyone is interested.

Dean shoved Sam through the entrance of the nearest store, the little bell above jingling. The younger hunter was shaking so harshly from the frigid Michigan air that Dean feared it was a seizure. He steered Sam over to the nearest vent, then began brushing off the snow while hot air blew over him.

"You okay?" Dean checked.

"F-F-FFF-F-Fi-Finnne," Sam stuttered.

"You're not fine, you're frozen! The Hell were you thinkin', man?!" Dean scolded. Sam looked at him with the most heart-wrenching puppy eyes he'd ever pulled. Of course him being all huddled up and shivery made it all the more effective.

Dean sighed. He brought his brother's icy hands out from his jacket sleeves to check for frostbite. "Look: I don't care how close you think the library is. When it's this freakin' cold, you call me to pick you up. You don't walk! Man, look at you! You better have all your toes."

"*fffffuhuhuhuhuh* N-N-NN-NN-No-ot th-th-that *buh-buh-buh-buh*bad," Sam denied. He then shuddered so hard Dean had to stop him from falling.

"Yeah, tell that to your teeth," Dean interrupted. "Geez, Sammy! If you're gonna be so underdressed, at least wear gloves."

"D-D-D-Do-on't ha-ha-avvve 'nnnny-y," Sam explained. Dean lightly smacked him upside his head.

"You should've said something! I told you we'd be close to Canada this hunt! Are these the warmest clothes you have?" He berated. Sam's lack of eye contact was all the answer Dean needed. He sighed, washing a hand over his face. "You trying kill me, Sammy?"

"Y-Y-You-u'd c-c-c-co-co-com*mmm*ee b-b-bb-back a-a-an *huhuhuh*haunt m-m-m-me."

"Damn right I'd haunt your ass," Dean smirked. "Now let's see if this place has anything to keep you from turning into the abominable snowman."

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The brothers have stayed in some pretty awful places: motels that reek of cigar smoke, empty houses infested with pests, even outside on cold concrete if the situation was dire enough. This cabin might be their least favorite place. Sure it looked beautiful, was clean, and free from rodents or bugs, but it was not built for winter.

It's insulation is nonexistent, the windows are single paned which let the chill seep into the cabin, there is no fireplace, and no matter where they are, there is always a draft to send shivers up their spines. Dean was convinced that the cabin was colder than the snowy forest outside. He was tempted to sleep in the Impala, but since she was made of metal, she would be even colder (though he doubted it was possible for colder temperatures to exist).

Their father trained them to withstand cold temperatures and how to deal with cold weather emergencies. Dean kept trying to regulate his breathing like he was taught. Every inhale felt like a brain freeze to his sinuses, even inside! Despite all of this, Dean was still more worried for his brother.

Sam has never been very cold tolerant. His skinny body just didn't hold in enough heat. Living in the warmer climate of the Bay Area made him even less tolerant. Dean's stomach clenched at the memory of his baby brother shivering through cold weather training, his teeth clacking together so intensely that even their father allowed him to wear another layer. It was excruciating to see his little brother freezing without helping him.

This time wasn't cold training. This is one of the circumstances they trained for. Only this time, Dean won't sit idly by while Sammy freezes to death. He'll do whatever it takes to keep him warm. Whatever he did, he knew he'd have to do it quickly. Dean could already see his brother shaking from the cold, even in his new winter clothes.

"Why don't you go find some more blankets and I'll see if I can pump some heat into this place," Dean suggested. Sam nodded, rubbing his arms as he walked away. Dean examined the cabin, trying to find a thermostat or a furnace: anything. He nearly cheered when he found the water heater. All he had to do was relight the pilot light and... done! In an hour, it would be warm enough for a hot shower or two.

"D-D-Dean!" The older brother sprinted to where he heard Sam call. "We d-d-don't have p-p-p-p-power."

"Hang tight, Sammy! I'll try to find the generator. Stay here!" Dean ordered before running off. He checked the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, the bedrooms, the closets, even the bathroom. It must be outside. Dean rushed outside and around the perimeter of the cabin. Finally, he found the generator piled under a mountain of snow. His gloved hands made opening the control panel very difficult, but if he took them off, he'd lose fingers to frostbite. Dean's hopes fell when the door opened to reveal every piece either rusted or frozen.

"Sonovabitch...," he grumbled, slamming the door shut. Hopefully whatever they had in the Impala could help, just until they could drive back into town for supplies. Dean ruffled through the trunk, the hidden compartment, the interior: all he found were a few more scraps of clothing and a lighter. He sighed.

"Generator's busted. We'll pick up stuff to fix it tomorrow. I did find a few more gloves and socks though," Dean explained, shaking off the snow from his jacket before putting it back on again.

"Don't worry, Dean. The stove's gas powered with a full tank of propane. It's kinda cozy," Sam replied, holding his gloved hands close to the lit burner. Dean was glad Sam wasn't shivering anymore. He knew from experience that it made his muscles sore as Hell.

"You wanna roast marshmallows and chestnuts?" The older brother teased.

"I know you're joking, but I could seriously use some hot chocolate right about now," Sam smirked, rubbing his arms again.

"You said it. We should get some mix. And some milk! Watery hot chocolate is disgusting," Dean added.

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After a couple of hours researching, Dean heated up a few cans of soup over the fire. It was getting dark, especially with the increasing snowfall. It wasn't too bad thanks to the candles they lit. They also provided some much needed warmth. Both boys divided the remaining clothes and blankets among themselves, Dean making sure Sam got whatever was warmest. His kid was bundled up in as many layers as he thought he could wear without Dean noticing. Of course, he did. But he wouldn't say anything.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched Sam blow into his gloved hands and bounce his legs. While waiting for the soup to warm up, he rifled through the cabinets in search of something that could help Sam. He found a few heat packs and even one of those aqua bead pouches that could be heated or cooled. There was also some tea and sugar. Dean started to heat another pot of water for the tea and to heat up the aqua pouch.

"*huh-huh'PSHH! h'NSHuuh! hih-GISHhuuh!*"

"Hey, Sammy. Why don't you take a break for a bit. Stretch thise freakishly long legs of yours," Dean suggested, hoping to lure his brother closer to the heat source.

Sam happily left the dining room chairs, taking the long route to the kitchen so he wouldn't be too obvious.

"*HISHhuuh! tchSHOO! Heh-hih-ihHSHSH!*"

"You getting sick?"

"No. My nose is just running 'cause it's cold in here. And my scarf tickles sometimes," Sam explained, hugging himself.

"Wanna try one of these hot pack things? They're suplosed to be for injuries but they advertise heat," Dean offered, already preparing a pack. Sam nodded, but Dean would've put the pack on him anyways. The younger hunter shuddered violently when his shirt was pulled up in the back. He felt the pack stick to him, then Dean let go of him.

As upset as Sam wanted to be with Dean for invading his personal space, the glorious warmth of the pack started to kick in. He sighed contentedly, almost purring, as it helped his shivery muscles loosen.

"It's so warm," he thought aloud.

"That's why it's called a hot pack, Sammy. Here, eat up," Dean explained as he handed Sam a bowl of soup. The brothers stood by the stove as they ate the soup and drank the tea. Both were savoring the warmth from the dishes as well as their contents.

"You think you're gonna be warm enough, tonight Sammy?" Dean checked, handing him the warmed aqua pouch.

"Yeah, I'm good. What about you, though?" Sam worried.

"I'm too hot to freeze!"

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Dean let out another shuddery breath as a chill wracked him. He tried to curl himself into a tighter ball, but it wasn't helping. The hunter was so cold he couldn't stop shivering. His teeth kept making that annoying chattering sound no matter how much he wrapped himself in the blankets. He even used some spare towels from the closets!

"S-S-S-S-Sa-ammmy's w-ww-wwarm-m-m," Dean kept telling himself. "*huhuhuh*He's wwwwa-warm a-a-and s-s-s-s-sa*fffff*fe." He then shivered so hard it rocked the bed. Dean was wearing every piece of clothing he could. Everything else (minus the Fed Suit) was mingled in with the towels and covers. How was he still this cold?!

Finally fed up with turning into a popsicle, Dean eased himself out of the blankets to stand by the stove for a while. He was amazed to feel how much colder the room was outside of his cocoon. All his shivering reminded him to check on Sam. Dean shuffled around the corner and into the kitchen. He turned on the gas for the stove, but couldn't work the lighter with his gloves. He took them off then shuddered impossibly harder.

He dropped his lighter with a loud *THUNK!*. Dean winced, hoping the noise didn't wake his little brother. He decided to turn off the gas until he could find another way to light the stove. No sense in poisoning them both. While he waited for an idea to come, he saw one of the hot packs on the counter. Dean took off his gloves on the other hand so he could open their package. But he was shaking too much to properly grasp it.

"I knew it!"

Dean whipped around as Sam came out of his room with a blanket wrapped around him.

"You lecture me about the importance of of staying warm and wearing plenty of layers while you go and do the exact opposite!"

"M'f-f-ff-fi-ine S-S-S-Sam," Dean assured.

"You're not fine, you're frozen!" Sam echoed, wrapping the blanket around his brother. He grabbed the dropped lighter, then lit the front burners. Dean gave a shuddery sigh as he felt the warmth and held his palms out.

"Here: put these back on." Sam watched Dean struggle to put the gloves on for a few seconds before doing it himself. Dean looked away as he huddled into the blanket. Sam opened the hot pack and slipped it onto his brother's back before he had a chance to protest.

"Why didn't you tell me you were freezing? I could've added more layers and given you more blankets!" Sam demanded, preparing a pot of water for tea.

"Y-Y-Y-You wwwere *cuh-cuh-cuh*co-old a-all ddday," Dean explained.

"And you've been freezing all night. Maybe even longer!"

"*muh-muh-muh-muh*my-y j-j-jjjob-b... p-p-p-prot-tect y-y-yo-ou...."

"What's my job then? Sit around all warm and cozy while my big brother freezes to death? I can deal with being cold. I can't deal with losing you too." Sam looked away and took a breath to compose himself.

"S-S-Sam-m-my?"

"I'm fine!"

Dean unhuddled from the blanket so he could pull his brother into a hug. Sam burried his face in Dean's shoulder as he relaxed into the embrace.

"S'ok-k-kay S-Sammy. I-I'm g-g-getting warm-m-mer nno-ow. M-M-M'ok-k-k-kay."

Sam nodded into his shoulder. Dean's shivering slowed to a stop after a few minutes. Neither brother was willing to let go of the other just yet.

"You wanna try to sleep a bit more?" Sam offered, suppressing a yawn. "You can stay in my room 'cause it's warm."

"Yeah. Let's get'cha to bed, Sammy," Dean chuckled. Reluctantly, they let go to walk into Sam's room. They crawled under the covers on opposite sides of the bed, but they ended up gravitating towards each other. Their chilly and sleepy minds only registered the soft warmth and the presence of his brother.

Sam was snuggled up against Dean's chest, his head tucked right under the older hunter's chin. Dean wrapped his arms around his kid and nuzzled his soft hair. That was how they fell asleep: warm, cozy, and protected.

[enchantedlokii]

Demons

Chapter One: Shooting Stars

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of death, depression

Characters: Peter Parker, Karen, Happy Hogan

Mentioned: May Parker, Tony Stark, Ben Parker, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, James Rhodes, Mr. Delmar

Peter lied on the roof of a skyscraper, looking up at the stars. He had his suit on; his old suit, not the metal one. He couldn’t bear to put it back on. He had his mask on only so he could talk to Karen, but that didn’t stop the ringing noise that let him know he was getting a call. He sighed and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. “Answer.”

“Hey, Kid,” Happy started as soon as the phone clicked. “I was just calling to check on you. See how you’re doing.”

“Hey, Happy,” he replied, forcing himself to sound cheerful. He knew that Happy was worried about him, but he didn’t dare open up to him. Because he couldn’t get close to the man. It would only put him at risk. It was hard, though. Especially now that he was around more. If not for him, then for May.

He had to be grateful for the man. He had helped them get back on their feet after the Blip. Peter has quickly learned that May was also among those who turned to dust, which meant that they had lost their apartment and their source of income. Most of their stuff had been locked away in a storage unit. Happy told him that Tony had him be there for the whole ordeal to make sure nothing was damaged in the process. Happy had also assured them they could have all the money they needed until May had a secure job again that could support both of them. While May was reluctant to accept the offer, she didn’t have many other options.

As time went on, Happy and May started to grow closer. Peter wanted to be happy for May, but it hurt in more ways than one. Not only did he not want to get too close to Happy, but he also felt like it was betraying Ben to allow another man to be in May’s life. He didn’t want him to be replaced by anyone. He was the only man that Peter would ever see as his uncle and May’s significant other. He just couldn’t fathom her being with anyone else. Even if that other person was Happy Hogan.

Still, he played nice. He could never be mean to Happy. Not after all that the man had done for him. He may have acted like he didn’t like Peter before, but it was evident now that he did have a growing soft spot for the boy. In Peter’s eyes, it was dangerous.

“I’m doing okay. Went on patrol tonight. Now I’m just looking for shooting stars,” he told him, laying back again. He wanted to go on and keep talking about the stars, but he didn’t want to bore the man. He knew that he got tired of his ramblings after the dozens of voicemails Peter left him in the past.

“Yeah? Have you seen any yet?” Happy asked. Peter was a bit surprised by his interest, but acted as if it didn’t affect him. He couldn’t let Happy know that it mattered to him.

“Not yet,” he replied.

Happy hummed in reply before changing the subject. “Pepper wanted me to ask if you’re still coming over this weekend,” he told him.

Peter was quiet for a minute, closing his eyes. Most of his weekends since the Blip had been spent upstate. When he didn’t stay with Pepper and Morgan, he was at the Compound helping rebuild. The others had assured him he didn’t have to help, but he had insisted. He wanted to help, and it kept his mind off of everything else in his life. It also protected Pepper and Morgan. It stopped him from getting too attached to them. From putting them in danger.

“Yeah, if it’s still okay I’ll be there,” he replied finally. He hoped that his hesitance didn’t raise any suspicions with Happy. “If not I’m sure I could go help at the Compound, or just stay home for the weekend. I’m okay with whatever. I just know Morgan likes to see me.”

“The rest of us like to see you too,” Happy reminded him.

Peter snorted slightly. “You say that like you won’t be with May while I’m not home,” he teased lightly. Happy was rarely at the cabin when Peter visited. Especially since Christmas. He knew that the two took advantage of the time he was away to have some privacy. Honestly, he didn’t blame them. He would like the time away from him too.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t like to see you, Brat,” Happy replied. Peter could imagine him rolling his eyes. “But Pepper and Rhodey like having you around too, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean,” Peter replied. He liked seeing them too, but he knew that he couldn’t let them know that. He couldn’t make it obvious that he cared about them. Any of them. Because then they would be in danger and he would never be able to forgive himself. “I’ll be there after school.”

“Great,” Happy replied. “You should head home and get some rest, Pete. It’s getting pretty late.”

Peter sighed softly. That was something else that was new. Happy had started to look out for him more, making sure he didn’t get hurt on patrol, encouraging him to take care of himself. While he appreciated it, it reminded him of how Tony would call if he stayed out too late and, in his own way, encourage him to go home and get some rest. In other words, he would threaten to fly to Queens and carry him to his apartment if he wasn’t out of the suit in ten minutes.

“You alright, Kid?” Happy asked when it took him a minute to reply. Peter could hear the worry in his tone and mentally cursed himself.

“I’m fine, Happy,” he told him. “You’re right. I should probably head home.”

“Let me know when you make it, okay?” Happy pressed. “Do you need me to drive you up tomorrow?”

“No, you don’t have to,” Peter told him. “May’s going to take me. Says she was going to talk to Pepper for a bit. Don’t ask me what about because I have absolutely no idea.”

Honestly, Peter was glad that the women got along well. He knew that Pepper had felt guilty at first offering for Peter to stay at the cabin on the weekends. She wasn’t his guardian in any way, and Tony hadn’t been either. May was, and Pepper didn’t want her to feel like she was trying to replace her. May understood, of course, and she had said she thought it was good for Peter to spend time upstate. There had never been a reason for Pepper to worry. She loved Morgan too, and the little girl was already referring to her as her aunt. She didn’t mind making the drive for Peter. She only wanted him to be happy.

She didn’t realize that Peter wasn’t as happy as he acted, but that was okay. He didn’t want her to know that he was struggling. She had enough on her plate as is. So he put on a smile and acted excited to visit every weekend that he could.

“Alright,” Happy replied. “If you need anything just let me know. I know I’ve not been the best about it in the past, but I’m always here if you need me.”

“Thanks, Happy,” Peter replied, sitting up.

“Talk to you later, Kid.”

Peter said a quick goodbye and the call disconnected. He blinked rapidly as tears tried to form in his eyes, growling with frustration. Honestly, he was pretty exhausted and should have gone home long before Happy called him, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep well. Some nights it took him hours to fall asleep, others he would hardly sleep at all. He might have nightmares or wake up several times throughout the night. He just couldn’t seem to get any rest.

Still, he stood up and started to make his way home. The air was bitter cold still, despite it being nearly March, and the wind made it feel icy. He was shivering a bit and knew that he should turn on the heater in his suit, but he decided to just deal with it. He wasn’t too far from home, anyway, and it would be warmer there. May had made sure of that as soon as she learned that he struggled to regulate his body temperature after the bite. He was sure that she would always keep it cool in the summer as well.

As much as he loved May for taking care of him, he often worried about the cost of his needs. He knew it wasn’t cheap to keep the apartment at a more extreme temperature, and he had other needs as well. For example, his fast metabolism made him need a lot more food than he had before. He tried to eat as many meals as he could at school or Delmar’s shop, but he could only eat so much away from home. May still had to buy a load of groceries to feed the two of them. Then, of course, she was constantly restocking their first aid kit because Peter would come home injured often and have to treat his own wounds. It was far from cheap. If they hadn’t had help, he wasn’t sure he would have survived after the Blip.

He had attempted to convince May to let him get a job to help out, but she had refused. She told him that there was no way he could manage it on top of school and Spider-Man. Despite her initial uncertainty about him being Spider-Man, she would never ask him to stop. She knew how much it meant to him. It was a part of him now and it was clear that he would only stop when he was dead. He proved that when he only took two days off after the Battle of Earth to grieve and recover. The only nights that he didn’t sneak out to patrol were those he spent upstate.

“Karen,” Peter addressed his AI as he spotted the building that housed his apartment. “Send Happy a text letting him know I made it and send May one telling her I’m coming through my window.”

“Both messages have been sent,” Karen replied after a brief silence, just giving Peter enough time to slip in through his open window. He found himself clinging to the ceiling, creeping over his bed before hopping down. He could see a reply from Happy pop up and then one from May, who was at work. He read them quickly before pulling his mask off. He knew he could use a shower, but he ended up flipping onto his bed with his suit still on, urging sleep to come and snatch him away from reality. Because maybe if he slept, maybe, just maybe, he would feel better.

[chaotic-emo-pigeon]

I Promised so here it is

This is my fanfiction. It’s christmas Destiel because I am that person. It features a magical gremlin child named Poppy who I will give the extremely long and convoluted backstory to if you ask. She’s the adopted younger sister of the Winchester boys. Formatting on this is fucked but whatever. Enjoy!

“I never understood the purpose of Christmas” the angel said, poking at the tree “it isn’t even Jesus’s real birthday, and even if it was-”

“Can it, Cas” came a voice from the other room “just enjoy it”

After a series of confused grunting, Dean eventually emerged carrying a large box. At the same time, Sam and Poppy walked in, each holding 2 cups of cocoa.

They offered the drink around, and Cas gladly took it.

Even though he was an angel, and technically didn’t need to eat, this was one of the few things he actually enjoyed consuming. He liked the feeling of warmth traveling down his throat. It reminded him of being safe, it reminded him of Dean.

Dean opened the box to reveal dozens of little sparkling ornaments. Which, from Castiel’s perspective, seemed both mesmerizing and useless. 

“So… you put the sparkling things… on the tree?” Cas asked, almost concerned “why?”

“That’s the idea, yeah” Poppy replied from her cozy little spot on the couch. “It looks nice”

“I don’t understand” Castiel took a seat on the chair in the corner 

“You don’t have to” the girl chuckled “try to relax”

He tried, but it wasn’t exactly easy. 

“Is anyone going to help me out here or am I on my own? Because need I remind you, this was Poppy’s idea” Dean gestured at the partially decorated tree

“I’m helping!” Poppy said, floating over a sparkly glass snowflake “see?”

“Barely” Dean scoffed

“Here, I’ll light a fire” Poppy zapped over to the fireplace. 

“NO” Sam and Dean said in unison

“Too late!” Poppy joyfully exclaimed, fire already roaring behind her “It’s gorgeous”

Everyone looked over at Cas, but he seemed a million miles away.

Castiel had never really had a family. There were his siblings, and father, but to call them dysfunctional would be the biggest understatement of the millennium. The closest thing he had ever had to a real, happy family would be these three, as chaotic and strange as they were. Cas didn’t know love either, not until he met Dean. This was their first family holiday since the two of them had gotten back from purgatory and they hadn’t really spoken.

It wasn’t that they were awkward, or even mad, they just didn’t know how to bring it up.

And that was okay, Cas told himself. Everything was going to be fine…

“Wings?” Poppy poked him “you okay?”

“I’m fine” Castiel said, breaking out of his reverie

“Alright then…” she pointed at the tree “want to help?”

“Sure” he said matter-of-factly “what do I do?”

“Nothing much” shrugged Sam “Just hang the ornament on the tree where you think it would look nice” 

It sounded simple enough.

Pretty soon all four of them were crowding each other, and in no time at all the tree was sparkling.

“Alright everybody,” Poppy held up a star in the shape of an anti-possession sigil “who wants to put the star on the tree?” Sam laughed “where the hell did you get that?”

“Don’t ask” replied his sister with a wry smile, “I have my ways”

“Let Cas do it,” said Dean “It’s probably his turn anyway”

“Is anyone even keeping track anymore?” Sam interjected “I’d gladly do it” Castiel spoke up 

“Great!” Poppy handed him the star

With a little help, the star ended up on the tree.

“Alright, big reveal” said Dean, flipping the lights off.

They all oohed and ahhed as the tree lit up, and, feeling brave, Cas slipped his hand into Dean’s.

Dean wasn’t really ever one for physical affection.

It just wasn’t his thing

 That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it though. And he would gladly hold Cas’s hand for as long as he could, not wanting to let him go.

He didn’t let it show though, and after a second, Cas dropped his hand.

Sam and Poppy shared a knowing glance, and after a minute or two, proceeded to usher the two outside to 'watch the snow fall’

“wanna watch a movie?” Sam asked, digging through Bobby’s old DvDs

“Sure” she shrugged “I don’t think they’re coming in anytime soon”- she jerked a thumb at the door “so why not?”

“Hey… do you think we pushed them a little too much?” “Are you kidding me?” Poppy seemed personally offended “they needed to talk sometime, and you saw the same thing I did.”

Sam nodded “you’re right, you’re right.” “Oh god” a look of realization glimmered across Poppy’s face “We don’t have to play bedroom roulette tonight, do we?” “Oh I hope not” said Sam, terrified “we only have two beds in this house”

“Well, whose fault is that?” Poppy crossed her arms.

“We never speak of this night again” 

“You could always sleep on the couch, dumbass” 

The sound of laughter echoed through the cabin.

Outside it was quiet.

Dean could see his breath in the air, but for some reason, he didn’t really feel cold. 

Castiel, on the other hand, was very cold.

Logically, he should have been able to regulate his body temperature so he wouldn’t be so cold, but something wasn’t letting him.

Dean could see something was off

“You cold?”

“No…” Cas said, looking away “i’m perfectly fine”

“No you’re not” Dean sighed “I can tell”

He scooched over and slid off his jacket

“Here” he said, wrapping it around the angel “now talk to me.” Instead of talking, Castiel grabbed Dean’s face and pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his lips to Dean’s.

“Whoa” Dean said when they broke free “Cas… I-”

“I apologize” Cas moved to get up “I wasn’t thinking”

Dean clutched his wrist, pulling him back down

“Like hell you weren’t” Dean tucked a stray piece of hair behind Cas’s ear “I just wasn’t ready”

He moved even closer and pulled Cas in, pausing a moment before kissing him, long and hard.

“Psst, Sam” Poppy was by the window again. “Come look” “Can’t you let me sleep?” Sam groaned from his place on the couch 

“Sa-am”

“Fine” Sam got up and trudged towards the window

“Oh” “Yeah, oh” Poppy elbowed him “would you look at that?”

“Terrible” Sam cracked a smile “just awful” “The worst”

“Merry Christmas, Sam”

“Merry Christmas”

This is just part 1.

[sarcastic-sunshines]

ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 5: Alixzilla

Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count:  3764

Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines

Link to Face claims (2)

Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4) (I3) (I4) (5) (6)

Alixzilla

At 8 months pregnant, Alix was almost done and was finally getting closer to meeting her baby. She began to see the finish line to this gestation period. A little piece of her was going to miss knowing that her baby was safely nestled within her, but a larger part was ready to give this baby it’s eviction notice to get out. Alix’s attitude presently resembled an angry and inconsiderate landlord.  Unfortunately, T’Challa was forced to face the brunt of Alix’s ever changing mood swings and demands. It was beginning to feel like a lot for the young King who had made it his mission to keep his promise of being there during these trying times for Alix. It began with the bed.

As quickly as Alix had allowed T’Challa into her bed, she had kicked him out again. Her body had begun to heat up at an exponential rate added to the struggle of finding a suitable position to sleep in.  On a particular night, Alix had been stirring in and out of sleep for most of the night. She turned to look at the illuminated clock that showed 3AM.  She turned to look at T’Challa who was happily sleeping and though she knew he hated it she furiously tapped him awake.

 “T’Challa.” The king groaned and turned to face away from his lover.

 “Alix, please, no food tonight. Tell baby to wait until morning.” Alix rolled her eyes before tapping him again.

“No, T’Challa, this isn’t about food, I need you to go and sleep in the guest room.” The drowsy King sobered up and turned to face Alix with confusion and a little hurt in his face. He began to ask Bast how in the middle of the night their nightly routine had gone sour. He had taken every kick and every blanket hogging with little to no complaints. What else did this woman want?

“Oh my Bast! Alix,why?”

“Because you keep trying to cuddle and I am so hot. This baby has also decided to steal my ability to regulate my own body temperature. My back hurts and I can’t get comfortable. I need to sprawl out and I can’t do that with you here,” she finished as T’challa turned on his back to look up to Bast for patience and guidance. “I promise it has nothing to do with you or us. It is more of a comfort issue.” She waited 5 seconds to see if he would move. “T’Challa, go! Please!” He quickly got up grabbing his shirt and heading for the door. 

“Okay! I am going Alix. See you in the morning.” 

Though Alix returned to T’Challa  an hour later with an inconsolable craving for onion rings and crême brûlée. Which meant he had two stops at opposite ends of the city.  He just kept repeating his new mantra. 

‘It is for her AND the baby. Just one more month. 

It is for her AND the baby. Just one more month.’ 

He could get through this final month. And he couldn’t be annoyed with her for long. Even as the bother she was being, he still thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. A few cravings and a cold bed would not move him. However, Alix’s behaviour did not stop there. 

After T’Challa and Jules had spent a whole day painting the nursery a violet colour that Alix had picked months ago, she changed her mind and decided she would prefer a more lilac purple and it had to be changed. She couldn’t stand to look at the violet for a second longer. Still, T’Challa did not complain, especially since Jules was doing enough complaining for the both of them.

“Sis, that isn’t even fair and you know it! T and I have been painting for the whole day. You didn’t even bring us a cup of water for our hard work. You didn’t even paint a thing!” Alix simply rolled her eyes and left the two to get ready to go back to the hardware store.

“Jules, she is pregnant. The paint fumes aren’t good for the baby.”

“That doesn’t explain her attitude though.” T’Challa closed his eyes, feeling the lack of sleep starting to wear on him. He simply grabbed the sample of the colour Alix had chosen and patted Jules’ shoulder in comfort as they headed to the door. 

“Don’t worry, Jules, I will make sure to buy you whatever type of water you would like. Let’s go. Tomorrow will also be a long day”.

Jules was right. Thank yous were becoming less common from Alix. She barely tolerated T’Challa touching her for too long, that included talking to the baby. Her complaints of heat kept him at arms length. It also kept the apartment cold despite it being January. But all of it kept Alix calm so T’Challa shivered quietly as he and Jules built the furniture for the nursery. 

“ T, it’s cold outside, why is the heat not on ?”

“Because your sister says she is overheating so the house has to be cool so her and the baby aren’t too hot.” Jules scoffed.

“I know you don’t really believe that ‘baby’ line. T, you need to get your woman, Alix is actually starting to get on my nerves. We repainted this room and she still didn’t even say thank you. She ordered all this furniture that had to have the instructions only in Swedish which is the only language neither of you know and has us building it in sub zero conditions.” T’Challa laughed at Jules’s dramatics, though, he sensed the truth in his words. He paused from his furniture building to sit.

“I know she has become more...demanding and it is harder on us. If any body knows, it is me. But we must remember, she is in a very vulnerable point in her pregnancy and so we must be kind to her and practise more patience. And I do understand Swedish, however I struggle to read it.” Jules stared at T’Challa, unmoved by his speech.

“She isn’t here, T’Challa, you don’t have to make up all those things you normally do to have her swooning. You aren’t even allowed in the same bed as her. Again. Aren’t you tired? Besides, I’m not the one who knocked her up. I’m just here because if she tells Maman I didn’t come I will be in bigger trouble. You, on the other hand, are the poor sucker who refused to focus on the project and left Uganda only to discover he gained a baby mama instead. “ T’Challa frowned

“Thank you, Jules, for the breakdown of my recent adventures. It was not as depressing as you made it to sound.”

“I don’t know, man, you handled this transition way too smoothly. How do I know you don’t do this every time you leave Wakanda? How many baby mama’s do you actually have? Don’t worry I won’t tell Alix.” T’Challa looked at Jules with annoyance and disbelief.

“Let us begin by clarifying that I would not trust you to clip my large toe. Secondly, Alixandre is the only woman in this world who I have a child with and plan to have children with.”

“That we know of.” T’Challa groaned.

“No, she is the only one. End of discussion!” Jules frowned at T’Challa’s seriousness.

“Well, that might be true, but what I know there is no way the crowned Prince of Wakanda did not use his travels as a way to sow his royal oats.” T’Challa smiled slyly.

“I do not think your sister would appreciate us having this discussion. Plus, I only have eyes for her now.” Jules shook his head.

“T’Challa, isn’t Alix taking another nap? It’s okay bro, we can speak freely.” T’Challa rolled his eyes before looking at the door, knowing Alix would not be coming in anytime soon. So he allowed himself to indulge in Jules’ curiosity.

“Alright, Julianus, what would you like to know?”

“Yes! What city has given you the wildest night?”

“Rio de Janeiro. I was 22 and was supposed to be helping my father prep for a meeting with the Brazilian President. I had one free day before we were supposed to go back to Wakanda. The things I saw and did cannot be shared but only experienced.” T’Challa shared a meaningful look with Jules.

“Alright, Rio added to the travel list. Which country has the most beautiful women?” 

“Call me biased but Wakanda. The beauty at home is in a lane of its own.”

“Really?! So why are you here instead of indulging?” Both men jumped at the sound of Alix’s voice.

“Entle I see you are up. How was your rest,” T’Challa asked nervously unaware of how much of the conversation she had heard.

“No, don’t bother asking me anything. Please, go back to your conversation about, how did he put it? Sowing your royal oats.” T’Challa sighed after realizing how much she had heard. 

“Alix, chill, we were just taking a break. We have been working all day and you haven’t even offered us a single drink for our hard work. This baby better hurry up and come.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t talking so much, you would be done and you can use your two legs to go to the kitchen and get yourself a drink. I am heavily pregnant, Jules, I cannot be catering to you.” Jules rolled his eyes.

“Then, why are you in here bothering our bonding time,” Jules retorted .

“Because, T’Challa, my feet hurt.Can you please give them a massage before you and Jules go back to ‘bonding’?” 

“Of course, entle I will be right there.” Alix waddled away content to see two important men in her life getting along, despite the topic of their conversation. T’Challa put down his tools to tend to Alix’s aching feet. Jules began to mockingly sing the chorus of Usher’s ‘Caught Up’. T’Challa turned back to glare at Jules. Before he could rebuttal, Alix screamed his name. T’Challa turned to leave the newly painted room to join Alix on the couch as Jules barked with laughter.

After an  intense day, T’Challa was happy to be able to finally go to bed. This night he was actually dreaming of himself and what he could only assume to be his baby in Wakanda, looking over the grassy horizon with the Golden City in the background, only for a strong wind that sounded like Alix calling his name to disturb the time with his child.

T’Challa opened his eyes to find Alix standing over him shaking his shoulder furiously. He turned to look at the clock and was upset to see it read 3:30AM. He turned back to look at Alix who looked more upset than he who was woken up.

“I have been shaking you for about five minutes.” T’Challa rubbed his eyes

“Well, you should have stopped after the first minute. I was dreaming, you know?”

“About what? One of the Brazilian beauties you were reminiscing about with Jules.” 

T’Challa stretched. “Alix, you know we were just talking and that is the past. I truly only have eyes for you.” Alix ignored his comment completely.

“Anyways, I am really craving McDonald’s fries and a milkshake.”

“And what is the baby craving?” Alix squinted at him.

“Who knew your comedic streak started so early in the morning.”

“It wouldn’t if you let me sleep,” he ended before leaving her to go to the McDonald’s.

T’Challa came back to the apartment to find Alix sitting on the couch, enjoying an ice cream cone.

“You took some time. I was getting worried”

“Apparently, you are not the only one in the area with cravings. Here you go,” T’Challa said placing the bag and drink on the table in front of her as he took off his jacket. Alix made no move towards the bag. He stared at her curiously.

“What is it?”

“I don’t really want it anymore,” she said casually.

“Alix, I know you are kidding right,” T’Challa said growing frustrated.

“I am serious. I had a craving and now it is gone. Between you struggling to wake up and you taking forever at the McDonald’s, it make sense. The ice cream filled the void.”

“So you are trying to say that it is my fault?” T’Challa tried to calm down, but he was sure this was the final straw. “Alix, you have been nothing but a brat! Normally, I don’t mind appeasing you but you have gone too far! You kicked me out of the bed. I said nothing. You had Jules and I repaint the whole room without even a thank you or any form of appreciation, yet I still defended your actions and said nothing. You have been rude to me and won’t let me touch you. I barely get to talk to my child anymore! I still said nothing at all because I want you to be comfortable.  I want you to know how much I appreciate you and your sacrifice to bring this child into the world, but you have woken me up almost every night for two weeks for crazy cravings that I am not even sure are because of the baby anymore. Not only did you do it today, you, again, did not say thank you and won’t eat what you had to wake me up for. You know I hate being woken up and I have allowed you to do it. You are taking advantage of my kindness and it is not fair anymore!” With that he stormed off slamming the door behind him.

Alix jumped at the sound of the door. She really did think that T’Challa was overreacting but knew he would be fine by morning. 

Morning came, and T’Challa did not come out of his study. Or if he did come out it was when Alix was in her room. She was beginning to get worried. She waddled to the study and knocked. When she got no answer, she let herself in.

“T’Challa, I wasn’t sure if you were alive. I haven’t seen you all day.” 

He dryly replied looking directly at the holograms he had projecting from his kimoyo beads.  “I have been busy with work.”

Alix stood at the door awkwardly. Normally, he would have invited her into his lap to kiss her and the baby.

“Oh okay. Did you end up having a good night's sleep?” T’Challa scoffed still avoiding Alix’s eyes.

“I got as much sleep as I was allowed to with an early wake up call”.

Alix continued to stand not sure how to move the conversation. T’Challa finally turned to face Alix.

“Is there something you need from me?” Alix was shocked with how cold he was being with her.

“Um, no. I was just wondering how you were, babe. Do you want to maybe watch some tv? There is a Real Housewives of Orange County marathon today.” He turned back to his work.

“No, thank you. I have a lot of work to complete. I would rather be left alone, please.” Alix accepted defeat and closed the door. She went to the nursery and continued to put away things for the baby when she heard Jules enter the apartment and go to the refrigerator. She went to the kitchen to meet him drinking the milkshake and eating the fries she sent T’Challa to get last night. 

“What’s up? Where’s T?”

“He is in his study. Those were mine by the way.”

“Why do you care? It wasn’t like you were going to eat it.” Alix looked at Jules sure he knew something that she didn’t. “Oh yeah, I know about last night. T’Challa basically word vomited the whole story this morning when he called me. I told you that being the Wicked Witch of the West was not going to get you far. Now, you pushed the most patient man to the wall. Just sad. I am disappointed in your actions, Alixandre.” Alix rolled her eyes though she knew that Jules was right.

“I get it, I have been a bit of diva.”

Jules held his ear. “I am sorry? Did you say a bit? I think you meant a large one. I bet you didn’t even apologize in true Alix fashion,”he said as he took a sip of the milkshake. 

“Jules, what are you doing here anyway?” 

“Well, if you must know, your man decided you were cramping his style and he needed a break from you and your pregnancy hormones. So he got some last minute tickets the PSG vs Juventus match and invited David and yours truly.” Just as he finished explaining, T’Challa entered the kitchen.

“Hey T, you ready?”

“Yes, just let me grab my jacket.” Alix watched as they got ready to leave without her. T’Challa hated going anywhere. She had literally driven him from his comfort spot. 

“Babe, you didn’t tell me you were going anywhere... I thought you said you had a lot of work to do?”

“It must have slipped my mind,” he said while sending a message to David.

“When will you be back? Do you want dinner or-”

“I am probably going to eat out. Do not wait for me. I will see you later,” he said, kissing her cheek before leaving the apartment. Jules left after shaking his head at his sister and throwing up a peace sign leaving her standing the kitchen by herself.

Alix allowed the rest of the day to pass feeling bored and missing T’Challa. Even her dinnertime seem bland without him. He only came after 11PM when she was in her bed. He briefly opened the door to check if she was sleeping but left right after. 

Alix turned to look at the clock which let her know it was 4:15AM. She herself was getting tired of these cravings, but she knew there was no way her child would let her sleep without eating so she got up and decided it was time to make pancakes. She tried to be quiet, to not wake T’Challa, but the pots had plans of their own. 

T’Challa heard the banging of pots and the opening of the fridge. He stayed in bed,  still hoping it would end, but it continued. He sighed and got up and walked to the edge of the kitchen and watched Alix try to move quickly around the kitchen. He smiled to himself totally enamoured with how beautiful she was even in her pyjamas and bonnet. She reached for a mixing bowl a few inches above her, he came up behind her. He put his hand around her waist and grabbed the bowl for her. Alix leaned into T’Challa’s shirtless stomach as he passed her the bowl without saying anything. She always felt at home engulfed by his warmth. She turned to smile at him. T’Challa returned the gesture with a kiss to her cheek and her shoulder. Slowly, they began to mix the ingredients in a comfortable silence. T’Challa turned on the stove as Alix passed him the mixed batter.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Alix went to sit on the bar stool.

“Because you seemed annoyed with me the whole day and so I didn’t want to annoy you further with another wake up. They have been a bit outrageous, haven’t they? I am sorry about that. I have definitely been taking advantage of your kindness. Jules was right. I have definitely been a bit of a diva.”

“I am sorry? Did you say a bit,” he said mockingly with a smile.

“Well guess who isn’t allowed to hang around Jules anymore.” T’Challa flipped the pancake before coming over to Alix and kissed her hand.

“I am kidding, but you were definitely more than a bit of a diva.”

“And I said I was sorry, didn’t I,” she said snatching her hand back.

“Yes, you did. I know it is hard for you to apologize so I forgive you,” T’Challa said before turning back to the pancakes. They returned to a comfortable silence with Alix eventually getting up from her spot to wrap her hands around T’Challa’s middle as best as her bump would allow her to. T’Challa put his hands over hers, happy for the intimacy. 

Alix grabbed the syrup from the fridge with some strawberries. T’Challa moved their plates to the couch. They ate in silence, feeding each other despite eating the exact same thing. Alix finally broke the silence. 

“What was your dream about?”

“What dream? The one from last night?” Alix nodded before taking another bite.

“Well, I was in Wakanda-“

“With all the beauties that are in a lane of their own?” Alix giggled as T’Challa groaned.

“Do you want to hear about it or not?” She silenced her giggles so he could continue. 

“As I was saying. I was in Wakanda and I was holding a baby. We were looking at the Wakandan horizon. Alix, it was so beautiful. I cannot wait to show it to you one day. We were just enjoying each others company.” Alix smiled at T’Challa as he remembered his dream. “Anyways, the baby was a little girl. She looked just like you ,entle.” 

“So are you telling me the baby is going to be a girl?”

“Maybe so. It doesn’t matter, either way, I will love them” He put his plate down and lifted Alix’s shirt and began to kiss her bump. Alix began to giggle.

“I want them to have your calm personality and your kindness.” 

“I am shocked you do not want a stubborn baby,” he said as he held her bump while she caressed his hair

“Ha ha. Very funny. No, I want them to be patient and caring like their Baba.”

“I want them to be as independent and confident as their Mama.” He leaned up to kiss her.       “T’Challa, I probably should have said this a while ago, but I am so glad you are doing this with me. I wouldn’t imagine doing any of this with anyone else. I know you feel the same but you deserved to know as well.” 

T’Challa’s heart had past its capacity of love, yet Alix continue to increase its limits. As he led her back to bed to sleep through what was left of the night, he thanked Bast for his patience. It allowed for him to experience this phenomenal woman, who continued to steal his heart no matter the circumstances. 

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[10:49] woochan

kinks: blindfolding, slight bondage, slight sir, baby boy, punishiment, spanking, overstim, breeding, cockwarming

words: 2165

top: chan

bottom woojin stans we eating well tonight!

woojin crept into the house close to 11pm despite his curfew of 9, careful not to wake chan as he knew he wouldn’t be happy with him. he had the next day off so took the night to have some fun, but knew chan wanted to spend time with him and completely blew him off. hell, he was probably asleep by now, but they could use tomorrow’s time so long as chan wasn’t too upset.

he stopped at the end of the hall to see the bedroom door wide open, light on with no chan inside. there was something on the bed, but as he moved forward to inspect it a black cloth wrapped gently around his eyes.

“what do you think you’re doing, mister?” chan’s lowered voice sent shivers down woojin’s spine immediately as the blindfold was fastened behind his head. “at this hour? what have i told you about listening to me, hm? following the rules? you don’t want me to have to punish you, do you?”

woojin didn’t answer, just shivered at the feeling of chan’s hot breath on his cold skin, blindly letting him lead him forward and toward the open bedroom door.

“strip.” chan commanded, and woojin immediately obliged. he started bottom up, just as chan liked it, unfastening his belt first and snaking it out of its loops. then, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, leaning over to slide the pant legs down the length of his legs. he stepped out of them, and as he removed his pants, chan shoved him onto the bed before he could get to his shirt.

chan’s hands were on woojin’s ass, feeling the skin momentarily as they slid up to his lower back.

“you said you’d be home by 9,” he sighed. “you know what happens when you lie to me, right?” there was a pause, then he lifted his hand away. “count.”

he brought his hand down harshly, and woojin jumped, letting out a soft whimper.

“o-one.”

slap.

“two.”

slap.

“th-three.”

chan brought him to eight before he was satisfied with the growing blush in his reddening skin, and as he praised him for taking his punishment so well woojin hid his face in the mattress underneath him in embarrassment. he wished he could do more, maybe a solid ten would be nice, but he had to keep in mind how sensitive woojin was; he didn’t want to actually hurt him.

“do you think that’s enough, hm? you won’t be late anymore?”

“no, sir,” woojin breathed. “i won’t be late anymore.”

“good. come here,” he ordered, then pulled his shirt off of him by sliding his hands up his front, his clothed chest against the boy’s back. once it was discarded on the floor, he lead woojin further onto the bed until he was on all fours at the headboard. chan turned him over so that he was now on his back, and producing another satin cloth from his pocket, he got to work tying woojin’s wrists to one another, crossing the strip multiple times to strengthen it as much as possible. when he was done, woojin pulled his knees up to his chest, feeling exposed with his wrists tied above his head. he squeezed his eyes shut, already turned on by the sound of chan’s belt buckle unfastening and dropping to the hardwood floor. so badly he wanted to watch as chan removed his shirt, the way he did so grabbing the collar behind his head so his muscles protruded through his pale skin, but the blindfold set a barrier between his eyes and chan, and he was limited to only his imagination to watch the boy undress.

chan headed back to the bed, noticing as woojin rolled his bottom lip into his mouth at the thought of what chan was going to do to him. without warning, the daydreamer’s perfect man already had his hands on him, making him jump at the temperature difference between their skin. chan’s hands were rough and cold on woojin’s smooth, warm shoulders, and he smirked softly as he felt the bed dip on either side of his waist.

“you seem excited for the rest of your punishment,” chan commented cheekily as his hands slid down the boy’s sensitive skin, making his back arch slightly. “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

woojin nodded his yes with a smirk, trying to reach out to chan but the silk around his hands preventing him from doing so.

“you’re usually well behaved so i’ll go easy on you,” he sighed, hands still grazing teasingly. “maybe i’ll make you count to just ten today.” he leant into the boy’s neck, whispering deep in his ear: “how does that sound?”

“yes, sir, it sounds good,” he breathed as chan reached for his belt, slowly removing it and tossing it to the floor. gingerly he slipped the button and zipper from his jeans, then pulled those off in one swift movement. that left the boy in nothing but his pants, which were a soft blue that, against his pride, proudly showed the bulge beneath his waist and the precum that leaked from his tip. chan’s hand covered it, and he slowly started to palm him through the fabric, making the sensitive boy start to let out soft moans.

“feels good, hm? you like it when i touch you like this?”

“yes, don’t stop,” woojin breathed, and chan obeyed, starting to put more pressure on him and slowly slid his pants away to take him with his bare hand. woojin whimpered at the cold contact and rolled his lower body against chan’s touch, lips turning up in satisfaction.

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” chan smiled at the sight of him. “i’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning.”

“i haven’t,” he started, breaths breaking up his words, “touched myself in... so long,” he panted.

“tell me how long, baby.”

“eleven... eleven days.”

“you’re such a good boy,” chan praised as he continued to stroke his length gently. “waiting for me, were you? didn’t want to be disobedient?”

woojin nodded, feeling his climax approach, but quickly fade away as chan removed his hand in search for the bottle of lube he kept in his beside drawer.

“i don’t think i should prep you,” he cooed with fake care. “i don’t think you deserve it, being home so late. do you?”

“please,” woojin breathed, again forgetting he was still tied back as he tried to reach out to grab chan’s wrist. chan laughed at his helplessness, deciding to spare him a little as he brought his now lubricated hands to woojin’s entrance. two fingers pushed in at once, the boy crying out at the sudden contact, quickly getting to work without speed regulation as woojin squirmed under chan’s other hand that held his hips to the bed. woojin was adjusted in moments, moaning chan’s name like his favourite song as music to the younger’s ears. finally the hand was quickly replaced with the real thing, and woojin strained to hold in another loud moan, pulling on the bedframe so hard the veins in his wrists bulged, knuckles turning white.

chan right away stimulated him as much as he could, with one hand on his length, the other playing with the hardening buds on his chest while his mouth worked beautiful bruises into his neck and chest. chan’s name fell from woojin’s mouth tangled in curses and wordless moans profusely as the bed rocked against the wall, woojin pleading him to pick up his speed and aggression. chan obliged happily and the boy’s eyes started to roll back, forgetting that he was being punished. without permission he came all over his chest with an intense wave of pleasure that rushed throughout his whole body, rolling his hips up and off the bed, every part of him tensing as he cried out.

but as soon as he finished, the dreaded word “count,” fell from chan’s lips.

“one,” he whimpered. “two, th-three—“

“start over.”

“one... two,” chan only picked up his speed as woojin’s overly sensitive body reacted crazily to every touch. “three... four, f-five—“

“again.”

“fuck,” woojin cursed as chan hit the right spot, making his back arch as he forced out more numbers. “one, two, three,” he counted every other thrust as not to go too quickly or too slowly, but it made it nearly impossible as he passed five again, reaching seven before moaning halfway through the word and starting again.

he began from one again. this time, he skipped four and cried out in the middle of five, body retracting as more hot cum spilt all over his tummy, him not being able to hold it back.

“do you want me to make it fifteen?” chan scolded, and woojin started counting again, shaking and crying worse than chan had seen him previously.

“...five, six, seven,” he started counting faster, “eight.”

“too fast. start from four.”

“five,” woojin squeezed his thighs together as he uttered another, “six,” and impatient, chan forced his legs apart again, breaking the word “seven” in two.

“chan, i can’t,” he cried, eyes starting to tear up as he desperately pulled on the satin around his wrists.

“you can do it, baby,” chan encouraged, voice low against his jaw. “just count to ten. it’s not that hard.”

“i can’t, i can’t.”

“count with me baby,” he replaced his mouth with his hand on woojin’s throat to speak. “one... two... three...”

chan loved to baby woojin, and part of that was patronising him. now, acting like the boy didn’t know how to count simply because he couldn’t.

“...six... s-seven, eight, nine...”

“come on, baby, one more.”

woojin groaned as he forced himself to say the last word, just one sound that would let him finish, but chan’s grabbing hands weren’t helping at all.

chan tutted teasingly, “we have to start over, don’t we? come on baby, are you doing this on purpose? you want me to breed you?”

woojin’s eyes rolled back at the thought but still so, so overly stimulated, overly pleasured, too much to answer or be clear if he wanted that. chan answered yes for him and nailed him harder, to a point where the poor boy would indefinitely need to be carried in the morning.

“one,” he started again, and chan smirked at his helplessness. “two, th-three, four, fiv-five, six,” he took a deep, shaky breath, praying to finish. “seven, eight,”

“almost there, my little prince.”

“nine ten!” he said in one breath, and chan grabbed his hips, pulling him as close as possible and stopping his movements. woojin cried out at the feeling of chan’s hot, thick cock twitching angrily inside of him, close to its chasing high to cum without moving.

he sucked in a deep breath, dipping his body closer to woojin’s. the small shift made the boy let out a whimper, body so tight but relaxing as the satin fell from his hands, chan’s arms wrapping around him as he did the same. the heat between them grew as chan came, thick liquid reaching as far inside woojin as possible. neatly filed nails dug into chan’s back at the feeling, and the younger stayed in his position, keeping it all inside of him.

“lay with me,” woojin whined, and chan, with a smirk, obliged, staying inside of him as he moved to his side. woojin turned over and chan held him from behind, now that it was almost midnight letting him rest. without cleaning up, wanting to keep all of his essence inside of his boyfriend, who liked it just as much as him.

“did you learn something, baby boy?”

“mhm,” woojin hummed, exhausted from such over-stimulation. “listen to channie.”

“good boy,” he cooed and kissed his lover’s head, and the two fell asleep like that, as close as possible in one anothers’ heat.

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Rising Phoenix: Chapter 7

okay, this is a long one. there is al lot going on in this chapter, that’s for sure 😅 I hope you guys enjoy  😆😃🤗

the rest of the chapters are here 

Virgil pov

“You wasn’t kidding…” Gordon Said in disbelief, looking at Alan.

“You think I would joke about something like this?” John asked, sounding slightly offended.

“No, just….it’s hard to believe that’s all” Gordon Said.

That was true, it was hard to believe, but they could see with their own two eyes that it was true.

“I know what you mean,” he said in agreement. “Scott, now that we’ll all here, can you tell us what going on?”

Scott sighed “yeah, I guess I should”

“Tell us what?” Gordon asked.

“Alan may be one of the luckier kids but doesn’t mean he’s alright” John explained sadly.

Gordon gulped, “he’s okay, right?”

“Wish I could say he was Gordo, but he not,” Scott Said gently, shaking his head. “He’s badly malnourished, plus a whole bunch of other things.”

Malnourished? Not surprising but….it wasn’t good, not at all.

“Did a medic have a look at him?” He asked.

“Yeah, a medic had a look at him a little while after I got here…” Scott Said, looking down at Alan

“Colonel Casey told me that he would not let anyone near him, the only reason he let that medic look at him was probably because I was there,” Scott said softly.

He frowned, oh alan.

“Did they put him on any medication or diet?” He asked.

“Yeah, they want us to gradually introduce more nutrient filled foods into alan’s diet until he is eating a high nutrient diet and gain some weight back,” Scott Said stroking Alan’s hair. “He’s so skinny, I can see his ribs.”

that didn’t sound good...

“But wait, why can’t he just eat those foods now?” Gordon asked.

“Because if we suddenly introduced all these foods at once like that, his body may think them a threat, even though they’re not” he explained.

“Like an allergic reaction?” Gordon asked, looking fearful.

“Exactly Like an allergic reaction” Scott Said, “which he could still have by the way.”

“So we need to keep an eye out for that, don’t we?” John asked.

“yes” Scott nodded. 

“ we should keep an epi-pen somewhere in the kitchen where we can get it at a moments notice,” he subjected. 

Scott nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Alan shifted in Scott’s lap, whimpering loudly.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay” Scott whispered, tucking the blanket more securely around Alan. “It’s okay, shhh, shhh.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, it hurts to see his little brother so distressed.

“He’s not sleeping well, is he?” John asked.

“No, he isn’t,” Scott Sighed.

“Had he had anything to eat?” Gordon asked, “like since they found him?”

“Yeah, he had something little, didn’t really eat a lot of it though” Scott Said, looking down at Alan with a worried frown.

“He's probably not used to it Scott, give him time,” he said, trying to comfort Scott. 

“I know, I just…..I just worry” Scott Said softly.

We all do bro, we all do….

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not all that’s going on with Alan?” Gordon asked.

“Because it’s not” John Said, “there’s some else that we haven’t told you yet, but it’s pretty crazy.”

He raised an eyebrow, Okay?

“You took the words right out of my mouth John” Scott Said, “what I’m going to tell you guys next is, as John Said crazy, but I need you to trust me on it.”

“Um, Scott? Alan is still eight when he should be fourteen, I think we’ve passed crazy” Gordon Said, gesturing to Alan with his hand.

“Yeah, He’s sort of right,” he said nodding in agreement. “What else is wrong with Alan?”

Scott sighed, “well I been told, by Alan, plus I saw a bit of it myself….that when Alan gets upset his skin gets very hot...like I mean hot, guys.”

He frowned, Okay that wasn’t good. That will make it so much harder to tell if Alan was sick or not. He guesses they’ll just need to figure that out when they come to it.

“Like a fever?” Gordon asked.

“No, hotter then a fever, it felt like touching a hot stove” Scott Said.

His eyes widened.

“The body not supposed to get that hot!” he said, seriously worried.

“I know, and that’s not even the craziest part” Scott sighed.

There’s more?!

“His skin can get so hot that he….he catches on fire, now I haven’t seen this, but I’m willing to believe it’s true” Scott Said.

His eyes widen even more.

“On fire?....as in hot, burning fire?” Gordon asked in disbelief. “That’s not possible.”

“And someone not ageing in five years is?” John challenged.

“I….Okay fine, it could be possible, but how is he still alive? This is fire we are talking about here” Gordon Said.

“It must not hurt him like it would someone else,” he said willing to believe Scott, even if all his medical knowledge is saying it’s not possible. “But that not saying that it doesn’t hurt him, Scott do you know if....”

“No, I don’t,” Scott said, shaking his head, “I was going to ask, but don’t know how he’ll react to it.”

“Why?” John asked.

“He got very upset when he told me and the medic about it” Scott explained.

“I don’t want to make him upset either, but we need to know…” he said, the last thing he wants to do was make alan upset, but they need to know if....when this fire thing happens, does it hurt alan?  and if so, is there something they can do to help?

“I know…” Scott mumbled, leaning his cheek on Alan's head. “Another thing he told me is that he can’t handle the cold, that’s it make him really sick.”

He frowned, he wasn’t sure he like where Scott was going with this.

“The medic looked into it, and it turned out that he can’t regulate his body’s temperature,” Scott said, pulling alan closer. “If he gets too cold, he could….”

“Die” he finished for Scott, his eyes wide. He was a medic, he knew a lot about the body and the fact that alan couldn’t regulate his temperature, it was bad, with a capital B!  Bad!

“What!?” Gordon said, going pale. “It’s that bad?!”

“Yes, Gordon, it’s that bad,” John said, “Scott, do you know what we need to do to help him?”

“Other than keep him warm, no I have no clue,” Scott said, “Virgil?”

He sighed, “I don’t know, I don’t have much knowledge on how to treat someone that can’t regulate their temperature.”

He’ll need to look it up find out all he can.

“but I do know that you need to keep him warm, do not let him get cold Scott,”  he said firmly.

“I won’t,” Scott said, moving alan slightly, so he was sitting more securely on his lap, fixing up the blanket, so it was covering alan better.

“I’m thinking of putting international rescue on hiatus until alan is settled in,” Scott said, “I already talked with John about it, but what do you guys think?”

“I won’t say no to a brack,” Gordon said.

“It’s fine with me, we need a brack, plus alan needs us here, we can’t be running around the world every second of the day,” he said, crossing his arms.

“That what I was thinking, so we’re all in agreement?” Scott asked.

He nodded, John and Gordon doing the same.

“Okay, good” Scott nodded, “Oh yeah, John, can you order some clothes for Alan for me?” Scott asked.

Clothes? Oh yeah, Alan doesn’t have any, does he?

“Sure, what does he need?” John asked.

“Everything, he has nothing except the clothes the GDF got him” Scott Said, frowning.

“So just get him everything?” John asked.

“Basically Yes” Scott nodded.

“Okay,” John nodded.

“What about toiletries? Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner?” he asked.

“Yeah, we need to get that too” Scott Said, “is there anything else we need to get?”

He couldn’t think of anything, he thought shaking his head,

“Um, what about a stuffed toy? Didn’t he have one before?” Gordon asked.

Yeah, of course. Alan still an eight-year-old, so of course he would need toys, plus having something to cuddle was always therapeutic.

“Yeah, he had a couple actually, I think we kept some of them” Scott Said.

That makes sense, some of those toys were old family toys that had gotten handed down all the way from Scott to alan, so of course, they would keep them.

“would you be able to pick the stuff up on the way home?” John asked Scott.

“I don’t know, I don’t really want to expose Alan to the public” Scott Said, frowning “I could leave him in one, it’s the safest place he can be, but I don’t want to do that, I don’t think Alan would deal with it well either.”

Scott frowned, conflicted.

“Scott don’t worry about it, I’ll go get them, I need to get some stuff anyway,” he said, “you just focus on getting Alan home safe,”

“Um speaking of that, Where is Alan going to sleep tonight? His old room is a storage room now, it doesn’t even have a bed in it” Gordon asked.

Oh yeah, Alan doesn’t have a room.

“He can sleep with me until we get his room ready,” Scott said, “I got a big enough bed, plus it not like I'm not used to sharing my bed.”

He felt his cheeks colour slightly, yeah when he was younger he would occasionally spend the night in Scott’s bed instead of his own. They all done it at least once.

“Yeah, that would work” Gordon shrugged.

“We got a long road ahead of us, don’t we?” he said, thinking of all the things they need to do. ,

“That’s for sure” Scott sighed, “I’m going to head home soon, so I should see you guys soon.”