#and then find any excuse to lay down with each other in bed and flash your pussy at her

[moghedien]

Glinda: I hate Elphaba

Glinda after one emotional climax, 24 hours of no sleep, and vague amounts of mystery alcohol:

[midnighvtm4ss]

Rosemary

Summary: Arthur is smacked right in the face with the consequences of his actions as the fate of your relationship is hanging by a thin thread. part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

AO3 link (a better rewritten version of this fic on ao3)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Content: suggestive, angst, hurt/no comfort (for now) probs grammar errors :/

wc: little under 3k

A/n: before any of you come after me, blame the angst on the bad weather not on me !! (plus we both know you love it <3) anyways reader absolutely eats arthur alive in this chapter so grab your popcorns and tissues !! Next chapter is gonna be the last so it’s gonna take a bit of time to write sorry :(( as always let me know if you like this chapter thank you all for the amazing support you’ve showed for Rosemary <33 gif from pinterest.

The sight of Clemens Point camp emerging from the thick woods surrounding its path, felt strangely like the sight of heaven to Arthur, his muscles aching and screaming at him from the tiring day. Between his visit to Rhodes with Mary and all the manual work Uncle put him under in the morning, the only things he longed for were the softness of his bed and you engulfing him in one of your warm embrace. 

Spending three hours chopping wood and gathering whatever material Uncle needed for his mysterious project that supposedly ‘would help a great deal everyone in camp’, proved to be a tiring job even for the camp’s main enforcer, his strength dulled by the biting cold of October and the constant ache of his heart. Each swing of the axe in the air helped Arthur think, his mind consumed by you, trying to figure out what the hell happened for you to act so cold and distant towards him. The image of his darling’s sweet face contorted in an expression of hurt and disappointment at the sole sight of him from this morning hunting his mind, making each swing harsher than the other. 

When Uncle decided to call it a day, Arthur internally thanked the maker above as he felt his patience wearing thin every time he called Uncle out for not lifting a finger to help him while the older man comfortably sat under the shade of one of the tall trees near the outskirts of camp complaining about his ‘lumbago’. His relief, though, was short lived as the memory of Mary’s letter flashed in his mind.

Mary had been writing to him almost every two weeks, since her late husband died she had been writing to Arthur asking for help, him being the only male left she knew, after her abusive father went mad, gambling all their possessions away and his brother ran off. 

The first letter he received a few months prior left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was tempted to just throw it in the bin and forget about it. After years of nothing she found the guts to write to him again, asking to save her little brother from a strange cult that apparently worshiped turtles, as Arthur understood. That first letter woke inside him an anger he thought died down. He needed to confront her. So a few days after receiving the first letter, Arthur rode to Valentine, his mind fixed on refusing to help her, yet after hearing her story out he didn’t find it in him to tell her no.

It’ll be just a one time thing, after this he’ll never see her again. He reassured himself. 

But then another letter came and then another, and he felt like a fool for helping her every time. Worse yet, he felt like an absolute bastard lying to you each time he went to help Mary out, always finding an excuse as to why he was out late. His conscience shouting at him to tell you the truth each time he looked into your hypnotizing eyes as you both layed naked in the comfort of your tent, but how could he explain it all to you ?

Mary, on the other hand, knew about you, having heard of you once from Arthur when you first joined the gang, but now she knew about your relationship with him. He told her from their first encounter, quick to not let her think he had any other intentions.

He’d help, sure, but only for old time’s sake.

Although Arthur sensed she wasn’t particularly excited about his newfound love, she respected your relationship, often asking him for updates and lending him some advice. It felt strange talking about you to his ex fiancè but she’d ask and he’d talk, never shying away from an opportunity to talk about his darling girl. 

Finally free of Uncle’s relentless job, he jumped on his horse, riding into town to meet with Mary. 

The town of Rhodes was particularly busy when Arthur arrived, the usually calm town buzzing with life and chatter. Men and women dressed in all kinds of fancy dresses and tall hats adorned with feathers and ribbons, strolled around town. From what Arthur heard from a couple near the saloon, a famous singer from Saint Denis was doing a show in town.

Suddenly conscious about his rugged and worn out attire he quickly made his way toward the general store, where Mary told him to meet her. Something about buying some plumbing tools, she said. Their evening went smoothly, they chatted away as Arthur helped with her shopping advising her which tools to buy and which ones to avoid. As the moon came high in the sky he escorted her to her accommodation before finally riding back to camp.

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“Who goes there!” the shout of Bill’s voice followed by the cock of his shotgun thundering in the night from his usual lookout position.

“It’s Arthur, you moron.” 

As the faint chattering of camp filled Arthur’s ears, images of you began to cloud his mind. He needed to find out what was bothering you. He needed to make it right by you, whatever it’ll cost. He hitched his horse, patting his mane a few times whispering sweet praises that made the horse sway its tail before walking towards your shared tent. 

The camp was almost empty, being close to midnight the only people up were Javier who sat near the campfire, tuning the guitar in his lap as Reverend Swanson chatted animatedly about his past life experiences with a tired Mister Pearson who looked worse than one of his stews, and then there was Abigail who was chatting with you at the entrance of your shared tent. The both of you dressed in your best dresses, the sight of your body wrapped in the soft cotton and laces of your dress making Arthur’s heart race.

You were one of God’s angels, his sweetest and most beautiful creation, he was sure of it.

As you noticed his presence coming towards you, you hurriedly whispered something to Abigail, making the brunette widen her eyes, before entering your tent, leaving Abigail outside, her eyes finding Arthur’s as he came to an alt before the opening of your shared tent, her expression resembling the ones she had after a fight with John. Anger and care blended together.

After casting a quick confused glance at Abigail, Arthur ducked through the entrance, his broad stature making his action look quite awkward. Letting his eyes adjust to the dim light that shone from the oil lamp on the bedside table, he cautiously sat down his hat, his expression a mix of confusion and wariness as his eyes found your figure, sitting at the edge of your small cot. The skirt of your dress puffy around you making you look like a doll, your head bowed making it impossible to him to read your face and shoulders stiff, toying with something in your hands. You looked up at him, red eyes filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill once again. Something in the pit of his stomach told him this was going to be a long night. 

"Darlin’," Arthur began, his voice soft as if not to scare a small deer away. 

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me,” you slurred a little. He could smell the faint scent of whiskey on your breath, a sign you’d been hanging out with your girl friends.

“Where were you tonight Arthur ?”

He felt his throat tighten at your question. “I jus’ came back from a job,” he unsteadily replied.

"Right, back from your ‘job’ mhh?" you echoed, your voice tight trying with all your might to keep yourself together. You stood up your wobbly legs almost letting you fall, stepping forward, holding out one of the letters as if it were a weapon. "Or back from meeting her?".

Arthur’s brow furrowed in confusion, and then realization dawned. His stomach dropped as he recognized what you were holding, the sight of you holding one of Mary’s letters felt like a punch to his face. 

"Darlin’, it ain’t what you think," he started, his voice filled with urgency.

"Then, please, tell me what the hell it is!" you raised your voice, making it crack under all the weight of your emotions. You didn’t care if you were yelling, if you were to wake everyone in camp. You were tired of all the bullshit.

"I found them, Arthur. A whole fucking drawer full of letters from Mary. I might not be the brightest at reading, but I know her damned name when I see it.” despite all your best efforts to remain strong your eyes betrayed you as fresh warm tears run down the path that your previous ones left.

Arthur moved closer trying to take one of your hands in his, you took a step back, shaking your head. "Don't," you whispered, voice breaking.

“I went to Rhodes today with the girls, ya’know to clear my mind a bit from all your bullshit, and guess who I found having the time of their lives together ? Laughing and what not.”

He paused, his hand hovering in the air between the both of you. He wanted to reach out, to hold you, to dry your tears and comfort you, to explain, but he knew you needed to hear the truth first. "Please darlin’, you’ve got to believe me. Mary’s just, she's just- I’m just helpin’ her out. Her husband died, and she’s got no one else,"

You let out a harsh, humorless laugh at his poor explanation. Did he really take you for this big of a fool ? Was this really what he thought of you ? Tears poured down even more from your eyes at the realization. "And you, what? You swoop in to save her like some kind of hero? What are you mh, tell me Arthur, are you her bitch ready to bark if she told you to ?”

The venom spilling from your words hit Arthur hard, making him physically flinch as your words hit him right into his face. His heart shattering at your sight, you were physically and mentally distraught. All because he didn’t have the courage to tell you everything from the start.

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you? Gosh, all this time, Arthur, all this damn time I’ve just been, what? A distraction? Something to pass the time until you could get her back? Poor silly me, thinking I mattered something to you !" Now you definitely woke someone up, your throat burned as you shouted your whole heart out at Arthur, you felt disgusted, dirty even. The alcohol you previously drowned your sorrows into making you nauseous.

You were ready to give your heart to Arthur, you gave him everything. If he asked you the moon you’d give it to him.

And here you were, the biggest fool in the West, thinking you could have a space in Arthur’s heart.

"What, no!" Arthur’s shout was raw, it definitely hurt his throat, you never heard him shout this way, you never heard him shout at you at all. His voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear. He took another step toward you, stretching his hands out in search of your trembling ones, but you stumbled back, almost tripping over the edge of the cot.

"Darlin’, you’ve got to believe me, I'm beggin’ ya” 

“You’ve been lying to me for weeks, Arthur. For weeks you’ve been kissing me, lying in bed with me, you’ve been telling me that you love me while lying to me, for god’s sake ! How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?"

"Because I’m tellin’ you the truth!" Arthur pleaded, his voice thick, cracking with emotion. He could sense your heart getting further and further away from his. He wanted nothing more than to take your pain away seeing the way your shoulders shook with the force of your sobs. He wanted to reach out, to pull you into one of his bear hugs you always loved and make you believe him, but the distance between the both of you felt like a chasm too wide to cross anymore. The only bridge between you deteriorating before his very own eyes.

"Sweetheart, I love you. I always loved you, you’re the only one I care about."

But you shook your head, circling away from him before hitting the cold canvas of the tent wall.

"Don’t," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your sobs. "Don’t say that. You don’t get to say that after everything you’ve done to me… after all these lies."

"Darlin’, please…" Arthur broke down, his voice saturated with panic as he saw you back towards the exit of your tent, his eyes desperate as he looked at you. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing, keeping this from you. I thought- I thought I could handle it on my own, that it would be over before you ever had to know. But I see now I see how big of a moron I was, how fucking wrong I was."

You looked at him, your face twisted in pain, your heart painfully torn between the love you still felt for him and the harsh betrayal you couldn’t shake away. "I can’t do this, Arthur," you meekly said, your voice trembling. "I can’t…I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. Who lies straight to my face as if nothing."

Arthur’s heart shattered at your words. He couldn’t believe this was happening, not again. He was not losing the love of his life again. But unfortunately he could see the resolve slowly hardening in your eyes, the way you were getting yourself ready to walk away. Every cell of his body was screaming at him to find a way to keep you.  "Don’t leave me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything… I’ll tell you everything, from now on. I’ll never see Mary again, just don’t go. Don’t leave me alone." he finished his sentence, his tone slowly going down to a mere whisper. His eyes filling with tears.

But you were already pulling away, turning your back on him as you moved toward the tent flap. Slightly hesitating with your hand on the thick canvas, your body trembling with the force of the decision you were about to make. If you did this there was no turning back. But this wasn’t your fault.

"I need to think," you said emotionless, your voice hollow as your sobs died down, leaving you with a hole in your heart, "I need…I need some time for myself."

"No, please don’t…" Arthur’s voice was choked with tears he wouldn’t let fall from his eyes. But it was too late.

You slipped out of the tent into the cold harsh night, leaving Arthur motionless at the center of the cold emptiness of your shared tent, feeling the walls closing in around him. The crushing realization that he might have just lost the one person who truly meant everything to him came down on him at once making his head spin.

Alone in the darkness, Arthur finally let the tears fall, each one a silent plea for a second chance he wasn’t sure he deserved.

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You needed to get away from him, to get away from everything right now. You felt that if you were just a second more inside that tent you’d take him into your arms, begging him to never let you go. But you couldn’t.

He lied to you, you didn’t care about Mary, about his secret rendezvous with her. He lied to you. That’s all you could think of.

Realizing that Arthur could easily follow you in camp you decided to completely get out of camp. You needed space, from him, from everyone. You just wanted to be alone.

Venturing into the woods at night wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve made per se, but a small ounce of alcohol was running through your veins still and you decided to blame it for your poor choice.

The moonlight shone brightly, illuminating faintly your surroundings, the harsh chill of the midnight weather biting your exposed hands as you once again forgot your gloves.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as more tears threatened to spill from your tired eyes, you were near the clearing you and Arthur found out a few weeks ago, in need of some privacy when your mouths were chasing each other and his hands, warm and calloused, explored your exposed back, your touches burning with raw desire.

The memory of that night burned in your heart when suddenly you heard a twig snap. You turned towards the direction of the sound fear taking over you, shaking every cell in your body. You were physically and emotionally drained, you didn't have a gun with you, not even a knife. The only thing left to do was pray it was just a fox wandering around.

And then you felt it, a sharp burning pain in the back of your head, kicking the air out of your lungs.

The last thing you saw was the forest floor.

Before darkness took over you.

[hongjoongspoetry]

Bones, Blood and Teeth Erode | Deleted Scene

⚠️ Summary: The chance of turning into a walking corpse was greater than finding love in the jumbled mess of despair and death, yet you happened to stumble upon the other half of your soul. After many fights and misunderstandings, you and Yunho explain each side of the story and decide to make your mouths do something far more enjoyable than spitting harsh words and biting remarks. Starts from where the oneshot ended.

⚠️ Pairing(s): Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

⚠️ Genres/Tropes: Non-idol AU, zombie apocalypse AU, romance, smut, golden retriever x black cat (kinda, not really)

⚠️ Warnings/Tags: Female reader, no use of (Y/N), safe sex (wrap before you tap), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), brief breast play, pantie sniffer Yunho, minor breeding kink, praise, aftercare, petnames (angel, darling, good boy/girl), not beta-read

⚠️ Wordcount: 6.3K

⚠️ Author's note: So... this is what was going to happen after Yunho and MC proclaim their love to each other, but I decided to leave the smut scene out hehehe. However, my lovely @bvidzsoo got a whiff of the deleted smut scene and well, here we are! Everyone say 'thank you Ari!' 😄 I would highly appreciate it if you checked out Bones, Blood and Teeth Erode first! Keep in mind this is my first time writing smut so be kind lmaoo.

This is all fiction and not meant to represent the idols involved in any way or form. This work is NSFW and not appropriate for minors as it contains explicit scenes as well as adult language. Minors and ageless blogs refrain from reading this work!

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“I need you… I need to show you how much I truly adore you. Please, may I paint you with my love until you’re covered in nothing but the shade of me?”

“Yunho…”

“I won’t be mad if you don’t want to. I’ve already said what my heart desires the most in the world, but I want to do this for us. For you, angel.”

“Show me then.”

The most mundane words made him into the happiest man alive. He weaved his fingers through yours and tugged you in the direction of the watchtower furthest away from the prison building. An exchange of comforting squeezes lasted the short journey and Yunho even looked over his shoulder every few seconds to assure himself you were really there. You weren’t any better. You couldn’t take your eyes off his back and stumbled over your own feet in the process. The inside didn’t exceed your expectations. The tower was twice the size of a prison cell with a lot more space to move around in. A somewhat clean mattress was pushed up to one side of the room. Yunho gently closed the trap door behind you and plopped down on the poor excuse of a bed. As much as he longed to kiss you until both were on the verge of passing out, he let you take in the new setting. The last thing he wanted was to rush you. The night had just begun and you had all the time in the world to explore each other, to learn the way your bodies function. 

Yunho silently patted the empty space on his left and you obeyed. His hand was warm on your thigh and you fought back the shiver pleading to glide down your back. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered and you nodded. “Words, please. I need to hear you say it.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and he nearly ascended to heaven then and there. “It’s okay.”

He swallowed a heavy gulp of nervous saliva and moved his hand to rest on the soft cushion behind you. Leaning in closer so his breath fanned your cheeks and lips almost grazing yours, Yunho feigned confidence as he flashed a devilishly handsome smirk.

“And now?”

“It’d be better if you just kissed me.” 

Your wish was his command. The previously bare skin of your neck was embraced by his palm while his other hand found your hips and maneuvered you to lay down. Your own hands latched onto his bicep and the side of his face to ground yourself from the heated kiss. The sweetness he showed you minutes ago was abandoned on the field and replaced by urgency as well as the need to taste you again. It was filthy with a lot of spit and your tongues rolling against each other. 

He left open mouthed kisses along your skin and trailed down your neck to your collarbones, even reaching your earlobe which Yunho gently bit down on and whispered softly, “You drive me crazy, angel.”

Having had enough of his teasing, you rolled him on his back and plopped down on his crotch. The element of surprise mixed with your clothed cunt pressing against his half-hard cock caught him off guard, and a gutted groan slipped past his bruised lips. You seized the moment and peppered harsh suckles to his neck, determined to leave an array of beautiful roses and sweetpeas on his pale skin. His hands flew up and gripped your hips, and the image of his finger leaving dark blotches on your skin heightened the ache between your legs.

“Be patient, darling. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” 

You were once again on your back, this time with Yunho pushed between your legs, groins aligned and chests touching. You needed Yunho like he was the means to survival. He was the nectar you’d search for in the wild, the sun you’d grow to reach and the water you’d boil to drink. Patience wasn’t a word in your dictionary anymore. Not when he held you softly and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. An overwhelming feeling of warmth and belonging stored in your chest, but you couldn’t label it for what it was because you had never experienced such strong emotions before. Not even when the world was still normal. It was so frustrating that tears gathered in your eyes and eventually escaped down the valley of your cheeks. 

“Why are you crying, my pretty girl?” Yunho cooed and wiped the salty liquid with his thumbs. “You’re so pretty. Your eyes and nose, lips, and everything. So pretty.” He left chaste kisses to the corner of your eyes and mouth, and on the top of your nose.

“I don’t know,” you admitted and turned away from him as heat attacked your face.

He caught your chin between his thumb and index finger, and gently guided you to look at him again. “Don’t do that, angel. It’s okay to cry, just don’t shy away from me.”

Vulnerability was almost as scary as a biter, the only difference was you knew how to handle the latter. So, for once in your life, you heeded his advice and clasped your hands around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. In a perfect world, Yunho would have his lips locked with yours for all eternity. You let out a whine of dismay — a noise you didn’t know you had in you — as he broke apart and Yunho couldn’t help but smile as he pressed a kiss to your sternum. Aroused and curious, you leaned back on your elbows to get a better look at what he was doing. Yunho continued his path further down your clothed body; your ribs, belly button, hips and even dared to graze your lower abdomen, right on your mound. In the wake of his kisses, your skin sizzled with excitement and your breath got heavier.

Yunho intensely held your eyes, not once looking away, as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly lifted it to expose the button of your pants, but didn’t go further than that. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize he was waiting for your permission. With a wordless nod, he unclasped your bottoms and slowly stripped them off your legs leaving you in thin black panties doing nothing to cover your pussy. It was with great restraint that Yunho held back from tearing the flimsy material and going head first between your legs. To have you writhe and moan at the wonders of his tongue and fingers as he fucked you open, spreading your juices all over his nimble limbs and listen to you fall apart over, and over again. Instead, he caressed your legs, starting from your ankles and gliding up your calves to massage the expanse of your thighs. Much like before, he dropped searing kisses along the same paths his fingers had touched your skin. Each leg was thrown over his shoulder and your heart quickened at the closer proximity. 

Terms of endearment were let out in the open and his whispers of ‘so good for me’, ‘my pretty angel’, ‘only for me’ heightened the fire lit in your stomach. 

You sucked in a sharp breath of air as Yunho nibbled on the inner side of your thigh, leaving his mark on the beautiful canvas that was you. A harsh hiss escaped your lips as he gave equal attention to your other thigh and he would have decorated your skin in more vivid colors if it weren’t for your plea of touching you where you needed him the most.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

The barely-even touch of his finger skimming over your clothed sex had you falling back down against the mattress, your hands squeezing the shit out of the sheet below in a futile attempt to calm down. Each nudge of his digit sent a crackling jolt of electricity up your spine, but it faded out before you could even feel as much as a buzz of euphoria.

“So wet for me.”

“Yunho,” you hissed, but it proved success as he inched your panties to the side and took a long, surprising lick up your slit. 

Your gutted moan mixed with his lewd slurping noises just made your cheeks burn hotter. Yunho was relentless as he dragged his tongue through your folds and collected your wetness. It got you gripping the sheets and bucking your hips up, needing him closer. In return, Yunho pinned you to the mattress with an arm pressed over your stomach. He could die a happy man right then and there; between your legs and face stuffed with your cunt. The vibrations of his hum combined with the skilled movements of his wet tongue made you all the more vocal.

“You’re delicious, baby.” The praise had you grinding your hips the best you could with the restraint holding you down. “Oh, you like hearing that, don’t you? My sweet little thing tastes so good I could sit here all day.”

“Yunho,” you whined and bucked up again.

“Shhh, just relax for me.” 

He lowered himself down again and you squirmed as his warm breath fanned over your pussy lips. Expecting to feel his mouth, you didn’t know what to do with yourself as his finger was swallowed by your wet hole. With screwed eyes and mouth wide, you basked in the pleasure of his finger working you open. It was when he pulled out and added another digit that you took a hold of his wrist, the sensation getting too much for you, but Yunho had other plans. He intertwined your fingers with his free ones and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You’re so good for me, just hold on a little longer. Could you do that angel?”

Yunho smirked at your little nod. Plunging back his fingers in you, he quickened the pace and gave your clit an overwhelming amount of attention filtering between his tongue and thumb. His name fell from your lips, an indication that you were close to release and who was he to deny that? He waited until his fingers were deep in you and curled them just enough to stroke the spot that made you see stars. The combination of his mouth sucking on your clit and fingers exploring your needy hole pushed you over the edge. As you lay there, legs shaking and chest heaving, Yunho continued worshiping you with his mouth. It was his life mission to suck you dry and he didn’t stop until you weakly pushed his head back. Obliging, he pulled his sticky fingers out and wasted no time wrapping his mouth around them. The sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head, chin glistening and lips red could make you come again and if the prominent bulge in his jeans was anything to go by, Yunho could cum untouched. 

You didn’t know what came over you. One second you were laying limp, unable to catch your breath let alone move and in the next you were pouncing on him. Tasting yourself of his tongue and grinding against his hard on. 

“I need you.” You kissed him and he returned it with just as much passion.

“You have me.”

“I need you in my mouth,” you elaborated and pressed the heel of your palm to his groin. It was incredibly arousing to see the effect you had on him and admittedly, it was hot to know a big guy like Yunho could crumble with the touch of your fingers. The fun didn’t last long though.

“We’ll get there, angel, but right now it’s all about you so just lay down for me.”

Handing over your dominance like it weighed nothing, you scooted down from Yunho’s lap and leaned back on your feet. Your hands, though, didn’t inch away from him and trailed the edge of his shirt.

“Go on then, take it off.”

The material was immediately pulled over his head and thrown haphazardly somewhere in the room. You didn’t care, not when you were whisked away by his striking body. Chiseled with fine lines tracing the contours of his abs and muscles. It was hard to look away. If not for the muscles, then for the scars portraying his survival. You traced each and every one with the tips of your fingers and lingered on the healed bullet wound. Sensing the change in your demeanor, he took hold of your hand and gave it a kiss. He didn’t want you to think about that now, God knows you deserve a break from fearing for your lives.

Yunho mimicked your action from earlier and got your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but a black bra and matching panties. You slapped his chest as he whistled and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. Whispering a faint ‘fuck off’, you covered your face and fell back on the mattress.

“Don’t get shy on me now, I’ve already seen how pretty you are.”

He caught your flying foot and you let out a screech as he pulled you toward him. It was muffled by his lips massaging yours. His hands explored your body, gripping and squeezing anything he could take hold of, and he got drunk on the sounds you were making. Nothing could beat the beautifully erotic moan that spilled out of your mouth when he skimmed over your boobs and it was his cue to give them some more attention. He laid his whole body weight on your legs and gently wrapped each hand around the sides of your torso while simultaneously pressing his thumbs into your nubs, and slowly swirled them around your covered tits. The pleasure flared up in you like fireworks, but it wasn’t enough to make you unravel for the second time and you couldn’t do anything to hasten his pace. Unless you begged.

“Yunho, faster.”

“Mmm, what did you say?” 

You could hear the smile behind his words and if it weren’t for your lust filled senses, you’d give him something to smile about. Despite having a taste of you, Yunho was adamant on taking things slow and it felt like forever until he took your bra off. Cheeks burning and body growing hot from the sudden bashfulness of being laid bare before him had you covering your chest, which Yunho tutted at and hastily grabbed your wrists.

“Please don’t do that. You’re beautiful, angel, and it’s just me. Just your Yunho.”

Reluctant, you searched his face for a hint of dishonesty. You hadn’t given yourself to anyone in a long time — courtesy of the dead, quite literally wanting to eat you — but you’ve experienced a fair deal of men trying to get into your pants through flattering lies, and it wouldn’t surprise you if Yunho shared that cursed behavior. However, one thing was clear; you wouldn’t last another day in the prison if he did. The emotional hurt would be unbearable. But this was Yunho. Your Yunho. 

“Okay.”

“Good. Now… lay back and relax for me. Let me make you feel good again.”

That he did. Again and again, and again. The arch of your back didn’t come from his fingers moving in and out of your cunt or the flat of his tongue flicking your clit. It was the result of Yunho’s mouth hallowing around your boob, tongue swirling around your erect nub while the other got the full attention of his hand. The nipple was caught between his forefinger and thumb, twirling and pinching it enough to send ecstasy through your veins.

“Yuh–” You moaned and cradled his head closer to your chest. “More.”

Who knew a man licking and sucking on your tits could make you feel so alive? Yunho let go with a pop, his lips red and covered in saliva — just like your tit — and blew air on your nipple making it harden before giving the same treatment to the other. Glancing down, you found his eyes already on you, even with his mouth occupied. Focused and following every flex of your facial muscles, it felt like he was looking deep into your soul. Something was telling you he enjoyed watching your face contort into pleasure more than he’d like to admit. If he could tease you, why wouldn’t you do the same? Throwing the caution of anyone overhearing your intimate moment, you parted your lips and let the loudest of moans rivet the walls. The stutter of his hips against yours was proof your plan worked. 

“You’re really making it hard to take things nice and slow, angel,” he groaned and grinded his pelvis against your cunt, allowing the wetness to seep through his pants.

“Then don’t,” came your breathless reply. “Don’t hold back. You’ve already shown how much you like me. What I need is you to fuck me, hard and fast. Please, Yunho.”

Maybe it was your whining tone or perhaps your straightforwardness making him scrap his plan of intimate lovemaking. It wouldn’t surprise him if your vulgar language set him off, hearing you explicitly say what you wanted him to do. Deep within, Yunho knew it was the Godforsaken way his name rolled off your tongue. Being left with nothing but the brain of a caveman, he ripped your panties into two and scrunched the material in his hand, and brought them up to his nose. The sniff he gave them was long and got you dripping like a broken faucet. You were intoxicating in all possible ways and Yunho already longed for the next day he could unravel you again. But first, he’d make you come on his dick, once, twice, even three times if you’d let him.

Distracted by the scent of your panties, Yunho didn’t notice you discretely guide your fingers to your soaping cunt. He missed the way you parted your pussy lips, glistening with your juices and the excess of Yunho’s spit, and teased your clit. Being in charge of your own pleasure, you didn’t hold back and filled yourself with two fingers and pushed the heel of your palm against your throbbing clit. Waves of warmth spread to your toes, but you soon realized your fingers weren’t reaching the same spot as Yunho did. The desperate and clenching sound of your digits going in and out of your hole grounded Yunho. He nearly fell over at the beauty before him; you spread open and fucking yourself, whimpering and biting down on your lip to hide the sinful sounds.

“Like– uh… what you s–h-ee?” You asked through a moan. 

“Gorgeous,” Yunho replied and leaned back on the ends of his feet. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it at a snail’s pace, giving you all the more reason to grow frustrated. 

“Hurry.”

You were always so snappy and demanding even when clouded by the need to be stuffed full of cock.

Undoing the zip of his bottoms, Yunho was reminded of the important package he stored in his pocket. The sudden slap of the condom had you sliding your fingers out of yourself. The foil packet was cold against your stomach. You took it between your index- and middle fingers, and looked up at your lover.

Glancing in Yunho’s direction, you did a double take at the blue tinfoil packages in his hands and grew hot from embarrassment. Your look was all it took for Yunho to defend himself.

“What? I doubt people want to reciprocate at this time.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make you feel any better or stop the sensual image of Yunho. His naked body tangled in sheets looming over you and the very same condom you just saw in his hands, now stuck between his lips. Then you shook your head, as if to make the thought disappear before it could delve into an even more lustful scenario. The naked Yunho was gone, but the heat burned your cheeks worse than the sun on a summer day.

The huge grin on Yunho’s face told you he thought of the very same memory. The condom was pried from your hands and placed on the mattress a little further away as he stepped back to stand up. He then guided you to the waistband of his pants and raised a brow, the corners of his mouth curling up. There was no need to say it out loud because you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Getting up on your knees, you were quick to push the material of his pants and boxers down midthigh, allowing his erect cock to break free of its confines. His member stood tall and proud, the tip flushed a beautiful hue of red and weeping a little bit of pre-cum. You salivated at the image and wanted him– no, you needed him in your mouth. Now.

You peered up at him, eyes big and your tongue rolling out, as your fingers fell like dominoes around the hard length of him, starting from your pinky and ending with your thumb. Yunho hissed and his dick twitched at the contact. You leaned closer to the tip, mouth open and drool dripping from your tongue, but you weren’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. A gust of cold air swept over his hot member and Yunho weaved his fingers into your hair, not pulling at it, but using it as an anchor to not topple over from your mischief.

“Aren’t you a good boy?”

Yeah, Yunho was a goner. His eyes fluttered shut and his chest heaved as his cocked lived a life of its own; twitching and oozing more precum. You stroked your hand up and darted your thumb over his slit before moving it back down to the base. Sparks of pleasure spread to every nerve in his body and he got lost in the blissful sensation.

“Answer me, Yunho.”

“I’m ah, a guh– good boy!”

The glint in your eyes at his words was dangerous, but all Yunho could think about was the feel of your wet and warm mouth, him hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around him, oh boy. Nothing could beat the real thing. You licked a stripe up the underside of his member and then tapped the tip once, twice on your tongue before enveloping it in your mouth and suckling on it like a lollipop. He threw his head back with a groan of appreciation. You spread your spit diligently down his cock and spread the wetness further down his shaft, gradually taking him deeper into your mouth. Yunho had a pretty cock, that you would admit; long and curving with a very prominent vein decorating the side.

The first few seconds were spent getting adjusted to his size — something you’d have to undoubtedly do later too — but when you got the hang of it, you had no issue bobbing your head up and down. You wanted him to lose all sense in his limbs and were determined to make him see beyond stars. Yunho released a shuddering moan in response to your hum teasing his sensitive cock with vibrations.

“Please, don’t stop.”

He opened his mouth to continue with his praises, but the tip of your tongue gliding into his slit drew out another strained moan instead. It sent throbs of arousal to your core. The gurgle of words dying in your throat at his thick cock made Yunho grow harder and more aroused. The drool spilling out the sides of your mouth left a trail down your neck that was so messy and nasty, but he loved every second of it. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder, even massaged his balls until his pleads were nothing but a mess of jumbled words and moans. 

“Angel, my– ah my angel!” 

Yunho couldn’t stop the involuntary thrusts upward, but you were unphased by the jab of his tip to the back of your throat. All you did was suck harder, tongue caressing the underside of his cock and sending him to heaven. He tightened the grip on your hair, but not so you couldn’t move if you desired to do so and a broken string of moans echoed in the room. Goosebumps broke out on the surface of his skin as his vision faded to black. Your mission of having him see the stars went beyond that as he was met with an exploding supernova. 

Your nails dug into his hips, holding him in place so he had no other choice but to spill his seed onto your tongue. There was so much cum it was impossible to keep it all inside that the white liquid trickled onto the mattress, making you look so fucked out. You swallowed the bit that hadn’t gone to waste. Coming down from his high, Yunho cradled your cheek and smeared the rest of himself all over your face. He brought you into a kiss, not caring about tasting his warm and salty release on your tongue. Your angelic giggle filled the room and Yunho smiled against your lips before pulling apart.

“You’re amazing,” he panted and guided you to lay on your back as he crawled over you.

“I know,” you replied and ran your fingers through his wet bangs, styling them to expose his forehead. You could never get enough of Yunho’s ethereal face, even when sporting sweaty and glowing cheeks.

The sight of your teary eyes and swollen lips had his cock stiffening again in record time. How couldn’t it when you looked so pliant beneath him? All traces of playfulness were wiped off his face and he tilted your head up to look straight into his dark, hooded eyes half-lidded with desire. 

“I need to fuck you angel, to watch my cock go in and out of your needy little hole. You’ll take me nice and good, won’t you? Every inch and drop of cum I have to offer. I’ll fill you up until my cum trickles out of you and then fuck it back in– oh fuck! Please, let me make you feel good.” 

If there was anything better than hearing a man moan, it’d be to hear him beg. Lucky for you, you got the best of both worlds. Taking a hold of his member, you guided the cockhead through your folds and both groaned in unison.

“Wh–wait!”

In the blurry haze of pleasure, Yunho hastily grabbed the forgotten condom and flimsily tore its package. A whimper of dismay reverberated in the room and your pout had him reconsidering whether the wrapper was necessary or not. Gaining clarity amidst the thick fog of lust, he shook the awful idea out of his head and rolled the condom on. Raising a child or getting a STD wouldn’t be ideal in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, no matter how much he’d love to see you full of his seed or cradling a newborn.

“‘M sorry angel, but that’s non-negotiable.”

“I know,” you sighed and cupped his cheek, dragging him down into a heart fluttering kiss. You hitched a leg around his waist and pulled your bodies closer. His cock grinded against your cunt and you inhaled in a sharp breath as he gently teased your entrance.

“We’ll go slow, darling.” He spread his fingers through yours and pressed your intertwined hands against the mattress while his elbow kept him from crushing you, his thumb still rubbing soothingly against your cheek. “Anytime you need a pause or need me to stop, just tell me, alright?”

You were wet and ready, had been from the moment Yunho rolled you beneath him. The chaste feel of your lips on his palm was the confirming answer he was searching for to get started. The tip nuzzled against your entrance and your walls immediately clenched against nothing. 

“Breathe, angel. Breathe.” 

Yunho didn’t progress until you relaxed and didn’t pose the threat of snapping his dick in half. His movements were slow and careful. It required time and patience, but he eventually managed to bury himself completely in you. His cock prodded your belly and Yunho had to screw his eyes shut or he’d come on the spot. You whimpered at the lack of movement and wiggled impatiently.

“Yunho, you can move now.”

“Are you sure?” He swiped a trickle of sweat off your forehead, his eyes constantly searching for an indicator of discomfort.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me!”

Yunho moved with precision. He was just about out of you — only keeping the tip engulfed by your heat — and then in one long stroke, he filled the empty space taking your breath away. He planted kisses along your jawline and relentlessly thrust inside you, not giving you a chance to catch your breath. You raised your free hand, blindly searching for something to grapple onto and Yunho guided it around his neck, and hoisted you to sit on his lap. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he guided you up and down on his cock. The sudden change in position had him reaching everything and beyond, and dragged out a heavenly cry from between your lips.

“Yunhooo!”

The sound of skin slapping and incoherent sobs filled the room. Your heat and wetness gripped him tighter with each ram of his hips. He was stretching you out deliciously. Your lips meet in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, sighs of pleasure grazing your face. The arch of your back positioned your clit to be rubbing against his abdomen and you threw your head back, your eyes rolling somewhere deep in your mind as he thrust again and again, never letting up on his pace.

“You’re taking me so well, angel.”

Your cunt sucked him in and you felt your body tightening, getting ready for sweet release. Yunho wasn’t too far away either, shuddering as your ass bounced up and down.

“Yun– Yunho…”

He licked a long stripe along the side of your neck, nibbling on it like a piece of cheese and bucked his hips harder. “I got you. I got you, angel. Let go f’me.”

It was the graze of your nipples against his, him biting harshly on the skin on your neck and cock slamming hard against your cervix that pushed you over the edge. You dug your nails into his shoulders and climaxed unannounced. He wrapped his arms around you, elevating slightly from the mattress and rutted into you like a rabbit in heat. Your broken sobs spurred him on until his body stuttered and cock released spurts of cum into the condom. Yunho gently let you down and cursed the human anatomy for not letting him follow in tow, but he couldn't, not until he tended to your needs. He discarded the spent wrapper in the bin across the room, put his boxers back on and returned with a water bottle. Helping you sit up, he coaxed you into drinking some water before pulling the spare blanket over your quivering body. You were both in need of a shower, but that could wait a few more minutes. 

Back in high school, he remembered the nurse preaching how important it was for girls to pee after sex. Something about minimizing the risk for an infection, he wasn’t really paying attention as he wasn’t interested in that stuff at the ripe age of sixteen — courtesy of his fear of getting a girl pregnant — but either way, he had to get you to a bathroom sooner or later. A mental timer was set for thirty minutes as he slotted up behind you. Another thing he learned was the importance of aftercare, not just cleaning and giving good, but to actually be present emotionally. So he made sure to keep you connected in some way and settled on having an arm curled around your waist, and chest pressed to your back. Time stopped as you regained your breathing and came down from the high of having your guts rearranged. You both lay there, basking in each other’s presence and letting the overwhelming emotions settle into place. Yunho eventually broke the silence.

“You alright there?”

You hummed, making yourself comfortable and played with his fingers resting on your abdomen. “Yeah, ‘m just sleepy.”

“Mmm, me too, but I don’t wanna sleep just yet.”

“Why?”

“Cause I have duties to attend to and I can’t do that and keep you in my arms.” 

Your chest rumbled and he joined with a chuckle of his own. The long press of your lips to the back of his palm awakened the butterflies in his stomach and embraced his heart in a blanket of warmth.

“Thank you,” he suddenly said and buried his nose in the crown of your head, eyes fluttering shut at the comforting scent that was you. 

“What for?”

“For trusting me in the most intimate way possible.”

You turned around, your eyes were quick to latch onto his. “Thank you for taking care of me. For staying true to your words and showing me how much you need me. I really felt…”

“Felt what?” He breathed out, sensing your hesitance.

“I felt… the love. Your love.”

Your confession hung in the air and Yunho’s heart stilled, eyes freezing and mouth agape. His fingers trembled as they curled around your neck and jaw, massaging your cheekbone and searching for anything that indicated this wasn’t real. He found nothing, but the reflection of everything his soul thirsted for; love, belonging and a home. 

At a loss for words, he could only do what felt right in the moment and leaned down to capture your lips in a feverish kiss. Sealing your souls yet again in an unhurried rhythm. Your body responded and you worked your mouth against his, the sexual tension was long replaced by pure affection. Although it was his first for both making love to you and kissing you, Yunho would always choose the latter over the other. He could kiss you for all eternity. He wanted to start his day tasting your morning breath and end it in the same way, catching a glimpse of what fun adventures you went on. Between the long hours stretching from dusk to dawn, he’d sneakily steal a plethora of kisses that would make life worth living.

Yunho’s breath ghosted over your lips. “Good, because my heart beats only for you. The only time it won’t is when it completely stops working.”

“You are out of your mind.”

“Ask me… Ask me if I love you.”

“Who even says that? ‘Stops working’… You’re crazy.” 

Persistent to get what he wanted, he kept repeating it until you gave in.

“Fine! Do you love me?”

He broke out in a boyish smile, cheeks on display and stars flickering in his eyes. “More than you could possibly imagine, angel. You’re too tangled into my soul to the point where life isn’t possible without you by my side. I love you. Oh God, I love you! I am in love with you!”

“Be quiet,” you hissed and clasped your palm over his mouth. “Someone will hear you!”

The lovesick fool had another trick up his sleeve as his tongue darted out and swept across your hand. “Let them, I want them to! I am in love with–” 

He didn’t get to finish the sentence as you shut him up with a kiss. 

“Are you done now?” You breathed out to which Yunho murmured a no and pulled you back into a more passionate kiss, his hands trailing down to your ass and making you straddle him. Before it could progress into a heated make out session having you both lust for each other again, Yunho parted from your delicious lips.

“Now I’m done.”

For the rest of the night, you lay there in each other’s embrace. Yunho’s fingers glided over the surface of your soft skin and hummed a soothing melody. The rivet of his chest combined with the lulling sounds forced your eyes close. Before you could completely succumb to dreamland, Yunho’s voice cracked the cloud of drowsiness.

“I’ve been thinking…” 

You made a noise to let him know you were awake and — somewhat — listening.

“And I want to marry you.”

The confession smacked out every ounce of sleep from you and you found yourself sitting up at the speed of light, eyes and mouth wide open. Yunho didn’t flinch nor squirm under your gaze. He held his ground and stood by his words.

“What…?”

“I want to marry you,” he repeated and took your hands in his, allowing his fingers to fall in the empty spaces between yours.

The proposition sounded insane. Before people married with the purpose of survival, to stabilize financial struggles and have a secure pillar to lean back on when needed or to strengthen the relationship between powerhouses. People rarely ever marry with the sole intent of love if they weren’t already comfortable in their Louboutin heels and Valentino dress shoes living in a mansion big enough to fit five households. What good did a ring on your finger bring in a world with the dead crawling around?

“But why?”

“Because I already almost lost you once and that was before I even got to tell you about my feelings. I don’t want to relive the past and make the same mistake of waiting until something happens to one of us before I take action.”

“What if you regret it?”

“Angel, the day you walked out from behind that shelf with a gun aimed at my head, I knew you were the one… So, what do you say? May I live out the rest of this fucked up life with you by my side?”

Tears hanging onto the corner of your eyes and your lips wobbled with emotion. Nodding, you flung your arms around his neck and sealed the union with a kiss, pouring your everything into it and hoping to convey how much truly you loved him. There were no witnesses to your unity, but the stars and the moon would have to speak of your love for generations to come. 

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 9.6 K Warnings: None Prompt: Vixen definitely loves cuddles, so much so, she might be late to an important event. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 34: You Belong to Me

You opened your eyes sharply, as you tried to figure out where the hell you were. The smell surrounding you doing a brilliant job at grounding you, that was a dream, this was reality. However, being nuzzled in between Sirius and Remus did feel like a dream. 

That must have been the third time you had that creepy excuse of a dream. You could barely see anything but you could feel the angst, you could hear sobs and cries and you were in a place you had never been, a big house, or some kind of manor perhaps. You had no idea what the hell it was about but it gave you the irk, so waking up beside your two favourite people on earth had been oddly comforting. 

That being said, Remus and Sirius were squeezing you in between the two of them, a little too tight for your still-healing arm to handle. You tried to wriggle your way out of the two, only to realise Sirius had his hand on top of you, holding you like he would hold a plushie dragon. That’s how you realised you were still Vixen, and wriggled your way out however you could. Carefully crossing over Remus’ chest until you were on the other side of the bed, looking at the boys curiously as you realised Sirius wasn’t Padfoot anymore. He was himself, and not only that, but he was cuddling Remus. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, you weren’t sure if you had ever laughed as a fox before, you didn’t even know foxes could laugh, and yet you were there, softly giggling at your boyfriend cuddling your best friend. You leapt down from the bed and started looking under it. Remus was awfully tidy, with all his stuff neatly tucked into boxes, you knew he had a camera somewhere, a Polaroid you had seen him carry around every now and then, so you sniffed around a couple of the boxes until you felt the peculiar smell of chemicals that polaroid pictures always had. 

At that moment, you turned back, muffling an “ouch” with your hand over your mouth when your head bumped into the top part of the bed. You winced and turned your head to the side as you held your breath. After a full minute where there didn’t seem to be any stirring on the bed at the top, you sighed and crawled back from under it. Letting yourself lay on the floor, head looking up for a minute before you stood again. Your heart, warming as you stared at the two boys cuddled up against each other. 

You brought the camera up to your face, and found the shot button, briefly remembering the day Remus had taught you how to use it. You smiled at the memory and positioned the camera and pressed the button. A flash came from its side, and there was a rather loud clicking sound before the camera’s photo started to come out the side. You cursed yourself for not using a silencing spell and looked to the sides hoping you hadn’t woken anyone up. Only then realising how late it must have been since Peter and James were already soundly sleeping on their beds. 

You were watching the clock when you heard the bedsheets ruffle right beside you. “What the hell are you doing, Starshine?” 

You turned back to your boys only to find Sirius looking up at you with sleepy eyes. He was unfairly pretty, which was distracting enough for him to lay his hand on the other side of Remus and prompt himself to snatch the picture of your hand. 

Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly left the camera on the side and went to the bed, trying to snatch the picture back “Sirius, give me that!” You whisper shouted. 

“No-uh, I wanna see what you picture you were taking,” he said as he moved to the side of the bed he had been in. The bed wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly big either, Remus’ broad shoulder occupied a good bit of it and while you managed to lean your knees near it to try and get to Sirius, you were also trying to be careful enough not to wake up the other boy. 

“Sirius, please.” 

Sirius arched an eyebrow at you, the picture hadn’t fully developed either. “Something tells me you were taking a picture against my consent.” 

“You have taken pictures of me against my consent, you hypocrite!” 

Sirius shrugged, “But you’ve never complained about it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, looking at Remus one last time before placing your hand next to his shoulder and kneeling towards Sirius. “It’s my photo!” you said as you tried to snatch it away again, but Sirius only had to move his hand to the side and it was out of reach. “Sirius.” 

“I’ll see it and then give it back,” he said. You threw him a look. “I promise.” 

You sighed, he turned the photo around and stared. You looked at him, instead of the picture, hoping he wouldn’t get mad. Although knowing Sirius, he was more likely to make a dirty joke about it. 

But a few minutes passed and he didn’t say a word “Sirius?” you asked carefully “Are you mad?”  

No, Sirius Black wasn’t mad, he was in panic. The first thing he noticed when he saw the picture, had obviously been Remus, how peaceful he looked, how handsome he looked. Which made him rethink his wording. Since when do I think of Remus as handsome? he wondered. Regardless there was no other way to define him. There was something about his closed eyes, his strong and yet delicate features, his light brown lashes brushing over his cheeks, his slightly parted– his fucking mouth. Sirius was thinking of Remus’ mouth again. 

Which would have been fine if he hadn’t been thinking of the boy’s mouth in the same way he often thought of yours. Yes, Remus was handsome as fuck while he was asleep, but it was when Sirius noticed the other subject of the photo, that the panic increased. It was himself, but he was all tangled over Remus, his head laying on the boy’s broad shoulder, his arm draped across his torso, he was pretty much cuddling his friend.

And the worst part was, he was comfortable, he looked comfortable, he felt comfortable, and… comforted. He had no idea how it looked when he cuddled you but he assumed it was in a similar manner, or rather, that’s how you looked when you cuddled against him. Sirius looked as drawn to Remus Lupin as he looked drawn to you. I’m fucked. 

“Sirius?” 

He turned to you, “The picture is frozen.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “It’s a muggle camera, I was planning to charm it later.” 

“Is that what Remus does with all the photos he takes of us?” 

You nodded, “He taught me how to do it too.” 

“I look handsome.” 

You stifled a laugh, “You always do.” 

He turned to you, an amused smirk on his face as he placed the picture in his pocket “Oh, do I?” 

You ignored his flirty question. “You promised you’d give it back.” 

“Changed my mind,” he said. “We look way too handsome,” he added. “Who knows what sorts of dirty thoughts it might spark from you.” Perhaps similar to my own. 

You rolled your eyes, about to complain again when you felt movement, movement neither of you had caused. The two of you looked at each other with eyes wide before turning to look at Remus, he stirred, closing his mouth and turning his head a little to the side before wrapping one of his arms around your leg. You turned to Sirius, who looked diverted at the sight. 

“My picture,” you insisted, once Remus seemed to be back in deep sleep, his strong grip was oddly comforting. 

“It’s mine now,” he said simply, he wanted to keep the photo, he wasn’t even sure why, “Let’s go back to sleep.” 

You frowned, and moved your leg, realising you wouldn’t be able to lay on the bed and then remembering you were supposed to be there as Vixen, and that the whole reason you were sharing a bed with Remus was because of the scent thing. Fuck, had that been awfully easy to forget. “You’re supposed to be a dog.” 

“And you’re supposed to be a fox.” 

“You turned back first. I realised when I woke up.” 

Sirius frowned, “Yeah, why did you wake up? You said you weren’t having nightmares about…” he gestured at Remus, “anymore.” 

You sighed, “They’re not about him,” you said, “and you were squeezing my shoulder.” 

His gaze instantly fixated on your shoulder “Fuck, I’m sorry.” 

You shrugged. “It’s more itchy than painful at this point,” you admitted.

“And the nightmares?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you said before turning back into a fox. Sirius looked at you with a bit of a frown. You were accommodating yourself in the spot between Remus’ arm and his torso, rolling over yourself as you averted Sirius’ piercing gaze. 

“Stubborn little fox,” he said looking at you and turned back into Padfoot, using his snout to pull you by biting onto your skin softly and placing you on Remus’ chest. You looked like you were about to protest but Padfoot huffed as if to remind you that the whole reason you were there had been to rub Remus’ scent on you. 

You gave him a look but decided to get comfy, Remus’ chest was warmer than the bed anyway. And Vixen liked being around Padfoot a little too much as well. When Pads noticed how comfortable you looked, he nudged you on the side playfully, you turned to look at him before he nudged you again. Sirius wanted to make sure you were all right, he loved you, but sometimes you were too closed off, too self-sacrificing for him to be able to comfort you. How could he hug you and tell you that everything would be alright if you insisted on hiding the things that worried you from him? Of course, he was no better. 

When Padfoot nudged you yet again, you figured he was being overly playful, but you weren’t all that eager to go back to sleep so you decided to indulge him. You waited, and when he tried to do it again, you went straight to softly bite the side of his face. He was taken aback by that, and nudged you again, a lot stronger this time around having you roll off of Remus’ chest and onto the side of the bed. Padfoot went straight for Vixen’s stomach, and you kept trying to push him off with your smaller paws. You even bit his ear, a little too harsh and he whined. You pulled back surprised as the large dog stared at you reproachfully. You were about to turn back to check if he was alright when you felt a strong hand tighten around you while a different hand pulled Padfoot back from you by the skin of the nape of his neck. 

“Either the two of you behave, or you’ll be sleeping on the floor,” Remus said sternly, eyes still closed. Padfoot whined again but Remus pulled on him a little harder and he shut up. You lifted your head to see Pads reclining his head against Remus’ shoulder, as he had done earlier, when he was a human rather than a dog. His snout was pretty much buried against the back of the boy’s ear, breathing in the smell of Rem, intoxicating as it was.

Remus, still half asleep, and not quite minding having Padfoot’s dangerously large fangs so close to his face turned his head to you “You staying there darling?” he asked softly. Padfoot made a sound that resembled a scoff obviously complaining about how much softer Remus had been with you. 

You, still rather unsure, peered your head from the spot you were lying on, Padfoot moved his head to pat Remus’ chest, and you instantly understood what he meant. You carefully moved over, your small paws settling over his strong torso before eventually dropping back down on his chest. You felt Padfoot’s snout veer closer towards you, nudging you softly before going back to his spot almost next to Remus’ head. 

Remus placed his hand over you again, petting and scratching you softly. His strong and yet soft hand, along with the way his chest would move up and down softly, had you fall back asleep a lot faster than you expected you would. At least a lot faster than it would normally take you to sleep after waking up from a nightmare. 

Sunday, December 5th, 1976

You woke up to a hand shaking you softly. You opened your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light only to spot James looking at you as if he wanted to wake you up but at the same time was too scared to get accidentally bitten again. He placed his hand on his mouth and pointed your way. 

You turned to look only to realise both Remus and Pads were still asleep, when you looked back at James, he was moving his head to the side as if telling you to come with. You turned one last time, you had been awfully comfortable, but James’ face looked like whatever the hell he wanted was urgent. So you stood and carefully walked off of Remus’ chest. 

James gave you a look and extended his hands. You narrowed your eyes at him and then nodded and he took you in his hands, grabbing onto you and dropping you on Sirius’ bed, which was far away enough from the sleeping boys not to wake them. Besides, James was pretty sure that Remus’ silencing spell would do the rest of the job. 

You turned back, shortly after, blinking as your human eyes got used to the light. James was kneeling close to the bed and looking up at you. “How was your night?” He asked with a teasing smile. “See you’ve stolen not one but two marauders so far. Is Peter next?”

You must have made a funny-looking face as you involuntarily scrunched your nose since James started laughing. “Didn’t Pete tell you? it’s about the scent of the pack,” you explained as you attempted to straighten your scrunched-up uniform, “What time is it?” 

“Eleven,” he responded. “The scent of the pack?” 

You huffed, being slightly bothered that you’d have to explain it again, but did anyway. 

“And you left me out?” James looked at you with his mouth agape, as if he was genuinely offended. 

“James, you’re huge!” 

“That’s what she said,” he intervened, not even thinking about it and you almost punched him. 

“Prongs wouldn’t have fit on the bed. If you wanna cuddle them both you’re more than welcome but I don’t wanna get poked by an antler.”

“I wouldn’t poke you!” he defended. 

You just rolled your eyes. “Next time we make a cuddle session I’ll tell you about it, how does that sound?” James didn’t quite seem satisfied about it, especially since you had used an awfully condescending tone but nodded in the end.  “Why am I awake?” 

“Oh right! Nox was looking for you at breakfast. He asked me if you’d be playing.” 

You gasped, “What time did you say it was?” 

“Eleven, the game probably just–” 

James’ voice trailed off as you grabbed your shoes and started walking outside “Thanks for the heads up, Prongs!!” 

When the door shut behind you, James nodded. “I was gonna come with, but whatever,” he said as he stared at the door. He then grabbed his broom and opened the door. When you walked down the stairs, exactly 6 minutes later with a long sleeve blouse, your quidditch pants and some protective gear, James was already waiting for you by the portrait. 

“Prongs, fancy seeing you again.”

“I was gonna tell you I was coming when you shut the door on my face.” 

“I’m fucking late mate.” 

“Yeah, I’m aware… You’re not wearing a sweater.” 

“No time.” 

“It’s cold,” He pointed out. 

“I’ll cope. James, are you coming or what?” You asked as you finished sliding your boot on. “Accio Dark Nimbus!” 

Your broom flew from your dorm and towards your hand.

“She’s back?” James asked as he saw you walk out with her in your hand. 

“Yeah, got it in the mail 2 days ago. It was already in my room when I woke up.” 

“And have you tested it?” He asked, both of you stepping out of the tunnel and towards the hall. 

“I’m about to,” you said with a smile as you started running towards the closest window. 

James looked at you with a mortified expression, “I cannot express how stupid that is! And I’m the king of doing stupid and unsafe things.” 

“We don’t have a game in like… months, chill,” you said as you mounted the broom.

“Yeah but we’re still like 10 floors up in the–” You had already taken off. “Fucking hell, Vixen, if you die, I’ll fucking kill you!” You turned to James with a smile and winked his way before flying away towards the training grounds. James huffed as he saw you go. “How the hell did she wake up with so much energy?” 

To be fair, you didn’t know how exactly you had done it either. Not that you were scared of the broom, Nimbus had sent you pretty much an entirely new broom, or at least an entirely new handle. And they mentioned it had been tested with the same rigorousness  as any new broom. They had charged a good deal for the repairs too. 

But that definitely had nothing to do with how energetic you felt, could have been because of how well you had rested that night, being surrounded by such a warm and comfortable environment. You wondered if it would be too weird to sleep over with Remus and Padfoot more often. It probably is, you thought as you descended on the field as fast as possible. 

Your cheeks were pink from the cold, as you looked at Nox with a worried expression on your face. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I’ve got no excuse, I’m a terrible person.” 

The last thing you wanted was for people to think you were some kind of diva that arrived whenever the hell she wanted to previously stated reunions. Of course, Nox and Neil knew you weren’t like that, since you had always been on time to the reading club reunions but you weren’t sure for the rest. 

“Don’t worry, we’re still waiting for Minho,” Nox said with a shrug.

“Minho? I thought Alex was playing.” 

“I am,” said Alex from behind, you almost jumped but smiled when you spotted him, giving him a quick hug, “So I wasn’t that late in the end,” you said as you breathed out. 

“Minho will be the referee,” Neil said as he approached and greeted you. “Lemme introduce you to the rest of the team,” you nodded as you waved Alex a quick goodbye as he walked towards his own team. 

“All right, guys, she made it,” Nox said with a smile. 

“This is Solacis,” Neil said as he pointed at a blonde boy who had a Slytherin quidditch sweater on “He’ll be a beater.” 

You extended your hand, noticing the way the sweater fitted him a little tightly, he must have borrowed it from someone. Regulus, you realised when you got a whiff of something that smelled just slightly similar to Sirius, “You were brilliant on last week’s game,” you complimented. 

Solacis, who wasn’t at all expecting a compliment, and who’d heard a lot from you from both Nox and lately Regulus, blushed. You almost raised an eyebrow at that, shy Slytherins weren’t something you saw very often. “Thanks,” he muttered, and you gave him a short nod. 

“You know Comet,” Nox said, “she’ll play beater too.” 

“Annie Doxon, she’s playing Chaser,” he said as she pointed at a small red-head that looked an awful lot like Beth. 

“I’ve heard lots of you from Peter, though he never mentioned you played quidditch,” you said as you greeted the small Ravenclaw. 

“I don’t do it much, Nox convinced me because I’m really fast at flying.” 

“And this is Fawn,” Nox said pointing at a brown-haired girl, “she’ll be our seeker.” 

The girl stepped forward and greeted your hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile “I’ve been watching your games rather closely, you looked slightly strained last game, are you alright?” You raised your eyebrows at that, not being sure what to respond as you continued to shake her hand. 

“She sometimes speaks too much,” Neil said as he placed his hand on her shoulders and gave her a look, “She’s my cousin.” 

“Well there’s no–” 

“Does your arm hurt by any chance?” She asked you again. “I’ve looked through some quidditch-related injuries and it could have to do with one of your backflips. I’ve seen you practise them with Potter and Black, maybe you were overexter–” 

“Fawn!” Neil reprimanded, looking at her in a rather stern manner that had you laugh. 

“It’s okay Neil, I don’t mind.” You turned back to her. “You’re very observant,” you said, “but the strain in my arm is due to something entirely different, I got myself into a bit of mischief and had to pay for it.” 

She looked at you as if she was both surprised and amazed that she’d gotten that right, ready to say “I told you so” to her cousin when Nox turned to you a little concerned. “What do you mean the strain in your arm? Are you still hurt?” 

You shrugged “It’s nothing,” you responded, “It’s a lot better now, anyway.” 

“Should have told us,” Neil said with a shrug.

“Is that way Sirius didn’t want you to play beater?” Nox intervened.  

“Yeah, but he was exaggerating.” 

Neil raised an eyebrow, he knew Sirius was dramatic, the entire school did, but Nox had told him how he had stared at him when he asked you to play, he thought it might have been because he was jealous, which he thought was ridiculous. Not to say Nox wasn’t attractive but compared to Sirius Black? Please. Barely 3% of the school would be an actual match against the Black’s handsome genes. In the end, it turned out Sirius wasn’t jealous, at least not of Nox, he was just being protective. 

And to be fair, Neil didn’t blame him, you were one to leap towards danger rather than away from it, he had noticed the more you hung out with them in the reading club. That and well, just as you were lucky to have Sirius, the boy was lucky to have scored a girl like you. 

“Are you sure?” Nox asked, feeling a little guilty now, fearing he might have pressured you. 

“Positive,” you replied with an air of finality. “You’d make a good quidditch commentator,” you said to Fawn who beamed at the compliment as if that was exactly what she wanted to do.

“Ugh, please, she’ll be talking about this the entire week,” Neil said as he placed his fingers to his temples. 

“You’re just jealous,” Fawn replied with a shrug, “Now, let me tell you who we’re going up against,” she said as she placed her arm over your shoulder, careful not to touch the shoulder she had mentioned to be strained. “That over there is Johnny Ackley, you might have heard of him?” 

“The entrepreneur?” You asked, remembering his illegal brewery and the pins with your face on it. 

She laughed at that. “Precisely, he’ll be the other team’s chaser.” She now pointed at a tall boy with bright blue hair “That’s Archer Reed, he’s a Metamorphmagus, so is his sister, Laurie,” she pointed at a smaller girl with pink hair. “She’s young, but Archer has been playing quidditch with her since he got a broom in his hands, they’re both brilliant.” 

“Why aren’t they on their teams?” 

“Laurie wants to wait until she’s in 4th to apply, Archer does not give three fucks about being on the team, he just likes playing. And he also wants to be an Auror, like really bad, so he’s pretty focused on his studies. Like your best friend Remus.” 

You turned to her surprised, it’s not that your friendship with Remus was a secret, you might as well be glued by the hip, but being told about it by someone you just met was rather shocking. As you looked at Laurie, you noticed her short pink hair turn into a mass of black straight hair that she tied with a ponytail at her back, making her look fierce. Her brother on the other hand, looked bright and cheerful with his blue hair and eyes that seemed to glimmer and change as he talked to Alex. 

“That’s incredible!” you said amazed. 

“Oh yes, Laurie is incredible,” Fawn agreed.  “She’s in my transfiguration class, we’re good friends.”

“Isn’t she younger?” 

“Yeah, she’s on 3rd, but since she has, you know, a special talent, she takes that class with us.” You gave her an impressed look and then she pointed at another girl, she had short light blonde hair “Harriet Fennel,” She said “She’s all right, I’ve seen her play a couple of times, she’ll be a beater today, we don’t have to worry too much about her.” You nodded at her explanation, almost feeling a bit bad for Harriet who clearly wouldn’t “make the cut” on Fawn’s team. 

“And their last chaser?” 

Fawn smiled and pointed at a girl sitting on a nearby bench, she had beautiful black and blonde braids cascading down her back, you were sure you had seen her before, probably in the Great Hall, or perhaps at a quidditch game. “That’s Dorcas Meadows,” she said, “She’s brilliant and fierce, she was asked to play with the Holyhead Harpies last year but she declined since she has her eyes on another team.” 

You looked at her clothes, spotting a small pin on her shirt, “the Tutshill Tornados,” you said. 

Fawn nodded, seemingly impressed at your deduction skills, “Yes, she is someone we should worry about.” 

You nodded, “Why isn’t she in the Slytherin team?” 

“Left them last year after she had a huge fight with Dmitry,” the girl replied with a shrug. “She didn’t agree with how permissive he was with the rest of the team and their fouls.” 

“Most of them are really good players,” you said as you stared at the kids you’d be playing against. “I thought it was just a friendly game.” 

Fawn laughed, “We wouldn’t have recruited you if it was just a friendly game, and we too have brilliant players. You’ve seen Solacis play, yeah?” You nodded “He always plays with Nox, just for fun. Comet has a great arm and Neil could easily make the team if he wanted to.”

“He doesn’t?” You asked. 

“No he does not,” Neil said as he walked next to the two of you, “I’ve got enough on my plate as is, I don’t feel eager to wake up at 5 am just to practise flying like other people do,” he said as he pointed at you.

“It’s about relaxing!” You responded with a huff, Neil and Nox had been teasing you about it for a while. Neil just laughed and nodded, rather condescendingly. He’d have a field day with Lily, who also teased you over your morning flights. Even saying it was just an excuse to spend more time with Sirius. Which wasn’t, that had just been an added bonus. 

“Vixen, you’re fucking insane!” James said as he finally managed to catch up with you. “Why the hell did you–” James finally noticed you weren’t actually alone, “Oh, hey guys!” he said with a charming smile when he spotted them. 

You raised an eyebrow at his extra quick change of demeanour, “I see how it is, Prongs,” you said with a huff. 

“Well I’m sorry, but last time I checked your friends here didn’t jump off the fucking Gryffindor tower with an untested broom.” 

“It was tested at the factory!” You said. Fawn, who had a small obsession with James, was absolutely fascinated with the interaction. She knew you were friends, but seeing the two of you bickering so naturally, made James seem slightly more approachable and less like the superstar she perceived him as.  James was about to say something else when you decided to use his natural friendliness against him. “James, this is Neil Perry, Neil this is James, I’ve been meaning for you two to meet each other.” 

James and Neil smiled and shook hands, their expressions mirroring each other almost perfectly, you thought it was incredible how two people who didn’t even know each other could be so alike, and yet so different at the same time. Neil was always reading something, James didn’t even know what Lord of the Rings was until you told him about it. 

You then introduced James to Nox and to Fawn, who laughed rather nervously as they shook hands, you realised she probably had a crush on him and almost felt bad for the poor girl. There was no way in hell James would ever change his mind about Lily, Fawn knew, and even then, it just made her admiration for the boy grow. 

Nox, Neil, James, and Fawn were having a fascinating discussion about their favourite Quidditch Teams when a familiar face showed up. You smiled, waving at him from a distance. Minho had his Quidditch sweater on, sporting his house colours proudly as he speed walked towards everyone. 

“‘M sorry I’m late,” he said, he had a bit of a dishevelled stance, and you frowned, “I was helping a friend study and we got carried away.” 

Minho was flushed, he had clearly just plopped that sweater on, and perhaps it wasn’t because he wanted to wear his house colours proudly but rather, because he wanted to hide his crumpled-up shirt underneath.

You walked close to him with a knowing smirk, “What friend did you say you were with again?” 

“Tom,” he said slightly dismissively, not quite realising he hadn’t mentioned Tom originally.

“Oh I bet you got really distracted then,” you smiled, Minho half scowled at you, “I mean it, I’ve studied with Tom, he can be a laugh sometimes.” 

James was nodding in agreement as Minho looked at you in disbelief. No one seemed to understand your teasing, which you expected, that didn’t stop Minho from shoving you off slightly while you laughed.

“That’s all of us, isn’t it?” Dorcas asked, approaching your small group. “Are you guys ready?”

She was at least a head taller than you, and her skin glistened with the sun, you thought that, if Nike the Goddess of Victory looked like anything or anyone, it would be like Dorcas. 

You looked at Neil and nodded, the rest of the team started to gather around. “Captains, shake hands,” Minho said, in a very serious tone, both Neil and Dorcas stepped forward and did as told. They were both smiling. 

There was none of the tension that you could almost cut during the quidditch games, no house pressure and all that stuff and yet, both of them smirked at each other as if they knew they had arranged an incredible team. It made you almost happier  to be playing with them. It’s not that the competitiveness was gone, you knew Neil, he was always rushing against Nox to finish a book first. You tried joining in once but you were no match, they were both incredibly fast readers. 

And Dorcas, well… there was something in the predatory way she looked at the teams as if she was aching to play against yours and claim victory for herself. You instantly liked her. 

“Good, on your brooms,” Minho roared, you hovered right above the ground, forming a triangle with Annie and Nox. Neil had already flown all the way to the hoops, Solacis and Comet were just above you, bats held tight in their hands, mirroring the formation of the other teams. 

You were thankful James had forced you and Sirius to practise for all positions on morning flights, or you would have been a bad choice to play chaser against Dorcas, Alex and Johnny. 

“James, mate, would you mind some help?” Minho asked as he leaned onto the boy who was just standing there looking rather excited about the game. Everyone knew he loved Quidditch, but James might have been more excited than even you at that point, he had a huge smile on his face and seemed to almost be holding a breath. 

“Of course,” He said as he leaned over the chest with all the balls, and used his wand to open it. James looked at Minho as if expecting for a sign, the boy looked at everyone, making sure they were all on their spots before he nodded. James unfastened the bludgers and they went up in the sky. He took the snitch and allowed its small wings to unfold in between his fingers, smirking towards it as if greeting an old friend. 

While still holding the snitch in between his thumb and index, he grabbed the Quaffle with his free hand and threw it Minho’s way, since the start of the game was his responsibility. The two of them looked at each other, and in seconds, Minho was throwing the Quaffle into the air, at the same time that James loosened his grip on the snitch and allowed the golden little ball to fly up into the air. 

Both you and Dorcas launched straight for the quaffle, and you managed to snatch it by a hair, but she was trailing behind you as you sped towards their goal. Although, perhaps trailing wasn’t exactly the term you’d use, she was almost flying by your side when you threw the quaffle towards Nox, who was a few feet back but had no one trailing behind him.

Dorcas gave you a wink before flying up and flipping around to chase behind Nox, but he had already passed the quaffle over to Annie, who was speeding towards the goals, but threw the ball your way, you had to duck out of the way of a bludger thrown at you by Archer and managed to score on one of the side hoops, cheers erupting from your team and some spectators that had gathered around the pitch.

James was there, cheering as if it were watching his favourite team playing and you smiled, the boy really is passionate about quidditch. This game might have been one of the games in which you had the most fun. Even if you were playing against the other team, and even if some of the players were clearly competitive, they were all really friendly to each other regardless. 

Harriet, from the other team, had been really close to throwing you off your broom when you weren’t looking, and you were saved by the hair when Solacis stepped in and batted the bludger to the side towards Dorcas. The girl had winced and screamed sorry in a friendly way before going back to the game. And when you thanked Solacis, he simply said: “No problem.” 

You were in awe by how much more friendly all the players were than at the normal games, and you were truly having lots of fun. Not that normal games weren’t fun, you loved flying either way, but the friendly environment was as exhilarating as the cheers of a crowd on the real games. You were thinking that you’d join their unofficial games a lot more often when you heard Nox scream your way. 

You turned just in time to catch the quaffle in your hands and fly as fast as you could towards the other team’s goal. You were really close but Johnny had flown right in front of you and while had a 50% chance of dodging him, you decided to play team and threw the ball Annie’s way and seconds later she scored, earning your team yet another 10 points, which instantly tied you with the other.

The game had been extra tight, so far Solacis and Comet being as fierce at batting as they were at defending their teammates, and you could tell Comet had kept an extra eye on you which you had been pretty thankful for. She had overheard Fawn talk about your arm injury and made a mental note to ask you about it later, you didn’t know of course, but the fact that you were already pretty good friends was enough to make you think that was the main reason she stayed rather close. Not to mention that she had gone around and thrown the quaffle towards Dorcas and the other chasers several times, she was good.

In fact, you weren’t even sure if it was her or Solacis the one that had thrown the ball towards Johnny’s broom and caused him to spin over like a spinning top for almost a whole minute. He had to land and ended up puking, being replaced by James after everyone welcomed him. Not that the boy hadn’t been aching to play already. 

Now, having James on the other team had been more than hilarious, he was as good of a chaser as anyone, but since you were on much more friendly terms with him than anyone on the other team, you had gone all out and chased after him every single time he had the Quaffle on his hands. Even committing some friendly faults like pushing him to the side to get him to throw the ball while Nox caught it. 

“Oi!” he complained the first time, but soon enough he had been playing just as roughly with you. If Minho had seen the several faults you had committed, he didn’t bother to stop them. Especially when Alex, Dorcas, Nox and Annie decided to join in the fun. 

At this point, the quidditch you were playing might as well have been a rugby game from how savage it was getting; Remus had told you about Rugby a while ago, he had been looking at a magazine about it and you asked him. He even told you about his favourite teams and explained that his mom had been a huge fan and that she had dated a rugby player before meeting his dad. You didn’t know much about Hope Lupin, but that was enough to convince you that you’d have to meet her one day. 

At some point, you were so busy trying to push Dorcas off her broom with a knock of your shoulder that you didn’t even realise you were both flying straight towards the bleachers until you crashed against them with a loud thud. You were laughing like a mad woman when you spotted a familiar head of black hair in front of you looking concerned. 

“Are you all right?” 

You just laughed further, you had managed to break enough to not actually crash but rather land disgracefully. Your broom was still in your hand as you tried to get a hold of your thoughts “Yeah Reg, I’m fine,” you managed to say in between laughs. 

Had you realised Reggie was watching the game before that point? No. Did you mind that he was? No, in fact, you almost wanted him to play, it had been really fun to seek against him, which made you wonder if he could be good at any of the other positions. He extended his hand to help you up and you took it without hesitation, his smile grew wider after that. 

“Didn’t see you earlier,” you said as you mounted your broom again, eager to get back into the game. 

“Got here when I heard people were flying like cavemen trying to throw each other off their brooms on the pitch,” he said with a smile. 

“Cavemen?” you said offended, “Way to leave the cavewomen out! Have you seen Dorcas and Harriet?” 

“Have you seen yourself?” 

You gasped, “When did you even become so sassy? Last thing I remember is a scared little boy who didn’t want to go see Jaws.” 

“Last thing I remember was a proper lady who wanted to have an adventure,” he countered, which made you laugh. 

You turned to him again, sliding your tongue through your teeth as you looked around. “You’ve seen the snitch, haven’t you?” 

“That eager for the game to finish?” 

“Not at all, just wanted to see if your sight was still as sharp as mine, or Potter’s.” You added as you looked at James who was making a massive effort to keep himself focused on the quaffle rather than flying behind the snitch he had seen several times. 

He laughed as you gave him a wink and took off again, cutting through the air straight to Alex who currently held the quaffle. 

“Good to see you aren’t dеad,” he said with a smile as he dodged your attempts to bump into him. 

“It takes a lot more than falling off a broom to take me down.” 

“So I’ve heard,” he replied as he threw the ball towards Dorcas, but you managed to intercept it and gave a sharp turn to travel to the other side’s goals.

You heard Dorcas saying something to Alex in a playfully angry voice, as if reproaching, but the boy only laughed. It was as if every single one of the players, even the most competitive like you: Fawn, Dorcas, Alex and Prongs, had all collectively decided that you would just have fun, instead of taking the game seriously. Everyone was having a blast, and everyone was getting blasted as well. 

Johnny Ackley, now watching the game next to Minho –who seemed to be impressed by everyone’s savagery, and also jumpy from how much he wanted to join in– looked glad that he wasn’t playing anymore as Prongs came your way and bumped into your side so hard that the Quaffle fell off your hands just for him to take in in his hands and fly as fast as possible and scoring. 

You had stayed over your broom, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath when you saw Alex approach you. “You okay? Potter was harsh!” he said with a judgy frown on his face. 

That might have been the first time James treated you like he treated everyone else in the game rather than like some injured creature he had to help. Your arm was almost healing completely, some of the scabs already falling off and revealing lighter and smoother skin and while a few sections still hurt, most of it was a lot better, regardless James had been extra careful around you since then, as if he couldn’t get the image of you laying on Sirius bed, body covered with bruises off his head. James had had a rather hard time realising you were –since you weren’t a man– slightly more delicate than the rest of his friends and that had been a reality check. 

But you seethed at the thought of being called weaker, so when James stopped treating you like a divination ball and started treating you like a player again, you were ecstatic, you turned to Alex with a huge smile and said, “Brilliant!” right before speeding your way to James again and bumping your not hurt arm against his shoulders, getting his broom to veer slightly off course. 

You were pretty happy with the fact that he wasn’t holding back either as he pushed you to the side, both of you laughing and almost veering out of the pitch completely. James managed to throw the ball back towards Dorcas as you threw hands at each other in a playful manner. 

“James Potter get your filthy hands off me!” 

“You do it first!” he replied just as playfully. You were about to crash into one of the stand towers when you both separated from each other only to round it and meet again on the other side. Both with the most wicked smiles on your faces. And then, in the middle of the two of you, the Snitch passed tauntingly. 

You had seen her a few times throughout the game, and she insisted on surrounding the two of you anyway, as if she knew you had been the two people to catch her on the previous games –she did– and yet this time around neither of you were chasing behind her, which obviously, she did not understand. 

You and James eyed each other before chasing behind her as fast as you could, not because you were ready to catch it, but because you both wanted to tell your seekers where it was. As the two of you sped behind it, you shouted “Fawn!” 

The girl quickly spun around and spotted the small ball, when she did, you drifted off, and when James made sure Laurie had also seen the snitch, he too veered off course, searching for the quaffle, ready to score more points for his team. 

Both Laurie and Fawn chased behind the sneaky little ball, spinning around players and towers and dropping down to the ground incredibly fast at the snitch’s whim. The rest of the players were still doing their tasks as fiercely as you were expecting them to and then some. The scores had been tight, in fact, a shot from James had just gotten them 10 points above you when Nox snatched the ball from Neil and threw it your way, this time you landed a shot from a decent distance and tied again. 

Seconds later you heard a gasp and then Minho whistled sharply, making it louder with the aid of his wand. Laurie had her hand held high, the snitch being held safely between her thumb and three fingers. There were some claps from the small crowd that had gathered as she landed and even Fawn, was clapping at her friend. 

Once you were on the floor, you had the widest smile as you went to congratulate the other team, “That was brilliant!” 

“You’re a savage!” James retorted, you shrugged in response. 

“You were all incredible,” Minho said as he too approached. “I really wanted to play after James joined in, the entire game went bullocks… in a good way.” 

“Great idea to bring her in Nox,” Dorcas said as she pointed at you and then extended her hand for you to shake, “Dorcas Meadows, pleasure to meet you.” 

You smiled and greeted the girl, plopping down on the grass floor with a loud thud, followed by Minho, Fawn, James, and then the rest of the team. You were all sitting on the floor as you reminisced the game. Regulus had joined in at some point and it made you wonder where the hell your boys were. You were sure you had talked to Sirius and he’d said he’d come, could he possibly still be sleeping? 

You leaned in and grabbed onto Minho’s hand, pulling his sweater back to check his watch, since you knew Prongs didn’t have one at hand, but Minho hissed when you touched his skin. “What the fuck you’re an ice cube!” He said as he looked at you worried.   

“It’s kinda chilly, isn’t it?” You said as you pulled your hand back to bring it up to your face and winced when your fingers brushed onto your cheeks. Did you feel cold? Yeah. Did you know how freaking cold you actually were? Not quite, the adrenaline had kept you warm enough for the duration of the game. 

James pulled onto your shirt. “Might have to do with the fact that she rushed out of the fucking room when I told her she was late,” he added. “You are wearing more layers under this, right?” 

If anyone realised James had implied you had been in his room in the morning, they either thought it was because of Sirius or assumed he meant the common room. 

“If I say yes, will you not pester me about–” You were interrupted by a sweater crashing onto your face. 

“So you don’t freeze,” Minho said, “And it’s 2 p.m.”

You were taken aback but nodded. “Thanks,” you said as you twisted the sweater around enough to put it on and passed it through your arms. It smelled a bit like Minho, but it wasn’t sweaty or anything. That didn’t stop James from looking at you with a frown while Comet, Nox and Dorcas looked at you with a knowing smile.

“What?” 

“Green suits you well,” Nox said with a smirk. 

“No, it does not,” James replied almost instantly. 

“She would have made a fine Slytherin, I’ve been saying this for a while,” Comet told Dorcas, loud enough to get James to hear, she just wanted to tease him, clearly. 

“No, she would have not,” he countered, exasperated. 

“Bet the hat considered her for Slytherin too,” Regulus told Minho with a smirk. 

You had almost forgotten how seriously they took house rivalry, but instead of joining the discussion, you just pulled the sleeves of the overly large sweater over your hands and pulled your knees to your chest, leaning your elbows against them in a rather comfortable ball position. Perhaps being in Slytherin wouldn’t have been as bad as you had initially thought, you were sure you would have found your way to the good Slytherins. But then, you might have not been able to make friends with Lily, James, Pete, Marlene and Mary, Tom, Beth or… Remus. No, you wouldn’t switch your house for anything, you wouldn’t change your friends for anything. Let alone for the cool aesthetic of the snakes. 

But James, Comet, Minho and Laurie (who was also a Gryffindor and had taken James’ side), were already arguing about the houses and the qualities needed to be on them. “You know I could have also been a Hufflepuff,” you said just to stir more trouble. 

Alex instantly knew what you were doing and nodded, “Yeah, I totally see her as a badger,” he said, “You’re patient and always play fair.” 

James looked at you in shock, as if what you had said had been preposterous when Neil, who also realised exactly what happened, decided to chime in. “Or a Ravenclaw,” he said, “You’ve always been witty, I’ve seen you at the reading club.” 

You looked at him and nodded as if you completely agreed and that got James –and Laurie, who had been adamantly fighting for your case– to gasp. Seconds later, Alex, Neil and you were laughing your asses off as James stared confused. 

“They’re fucking with us mate,” Laurie said as she nudged the boy. Laurie had quickly gotten comfortable with James; she imagined that was exactly how Archer would be if he had been a Gryffindor like her. 

James gave her a look and then pouted playfully before joining in the laughter. 

After a while of more talk, you all decided to go to the great hall together, but when you got in and saw neither Remus nor Sirius, you decided you had to go check on them. Not because you thought something had happened to them, but rather, because you had missed them in the game. At least one of them had always been with you on games or practice, and even if you wouldn’t admit it, you missed Sirius’s excessive teasing and Remus’ disapproving glances when you did something incredibly cool –or incredibly dangerous– depending on whose perspective. So you bid your goodbyes to everyone and walked up to the common room. 

Sirius was playing with a muggle cube that his cousin Andromeda had gotten him as an early Christmas present as he lay on the couch with his legs propped over Remus’ lap while the latter seemed to be attentively reading a book. 

“I missed you at the game,” you said as you approached. 

“Moony had a headache,” Sirius said. “Stayed for company, Pete told us Prongs was with you.” 

Sirius frowned at the cube and set it on the side before finally looking up at you, his frown deepening as his nose twitched. “Why the hell are you wearing a Slytherin sweater?” he asked.

“Oh, this?” You said as you pulled it from your body a little and shrugged. “I didn’t take a sweater with me since I slept in, which I entirely blame on the two of you,” you said as you pointed at them both, and then proceeded with your story, “Minho noticed I was cold and lent it to me.” 

“Take it off, would you?” Sirius said, annoyed.

You gave him an impatient stare, “Puppy, I know you hate Slytherin, but I don’t believe in house bias, I got here so many years later, the whole house indoctrination didn’t work on me.”

“It’s– it’s not that,” he said, looking to the side.

“Hold up,” You frowned, seeing how tense Sirius was and being taken aback. “Sirius, are you… are you jealous?” He didn’t speak. “You know Minho’s gay!” you stated. 

Remus’ ears perked at that, of course, he knew Minho was gay, he didn’t know you did though, let alone Sirius. 

Sirius bit his lip. “It’s not that either,” he added. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and a questioning expression, indicating him to elaborate. “It’s just, you…” 

“You smell like him,” Remus said, finally pulling his head from the book, a bitterness that didn’t slip past you but that you didn’t quite understand laced his tone. “He was Padfoot all night, his reflexes are wonky,” he added then, trying to fix his initial tone.

You gasped, your eyes opening wide as realisation hit you. You quickly pulled the jumper over your head and threw it to the side. “Better?” Sirius shook his head and walked towards you, pulling you into a bone-breaking hug. Making sure to pass his arms all over your back as he did. Trying to rub Minho’s scent off of you. 

“I’m sorry, puppy,” you said regretfully. 

“You fucked all of last night’s work.” He said with a sigh as he dipped his head on your neck and sniffed, he frowned, there was way too much fucking Minho mixed in with your scent. Your sweat was barely perceptible, him and Remus were almost fucking gone all together. 

“I did?” you asked with a worried frown, “Is that why you’re mad?” 

Sirius almost laughed, “It’s just gonna give me an excuse to cuddle you all over again Kit, that’s most definitely not it.” 

“Have you ever seen a dog bark at its owner after he’s been with other dogs?” Remus asked from his spot, he was just as eager to go rub off the smell of Minho but he knew it wasn’t his place, though he was sure to brush his hands all over Vixen the minute he had the chance, fuck circumspection. He could definitely not, have you smell like any other being near the moon, Moony wouldn’t tolerate it, he barely could. At least Sirius was doing a decent job and making you smell like you should, like the two of them, like the pack.

You pulled back just a little to look at Sirius. “Is that what this is about? You’re barking at me for playing with other dogs?” you teased. 

He huffed and brought you back into the hug. “We worked hard yesterday for you to ruin it with a sweater.” 

“And a Slytherin one,” Remus added, joining along the teasing, wanting Sirius to get riled up, he rather enjoyed it when he did, Sirius’ ears would go pink and he would flip his hair in a rather annoyed manner that Remus thought of amusing. 

You laughed at that, but leaned into Sirius’ hug regardless. “Next time I’ll make sure to ask for a sweater with a different house logo, perhaps a Hufflepuff?” 

“Next fucking time take my Godric-damned leather jacket with you instead,” he retorted through gritted teeth. 

You eyed Remus and shrugged with an amused smile. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged in return, he seemed to be having fun as well. Of course, he was playing it cool, he rather preferred it when you wore his sweaters. 

Then Sirius frowned, remembering you too were an animagus, which made him wonder. “Has it never happened to you?”  

“What has?” You asked as you brushed your hands through the back of his hair, Remus stared at the two intently, wondering what it would feel like to wrap the two of you into a hug, smelling both of your heads carelessly. 

“The smell thing…” 

You thought about it for a second and then you nodded, leaning further into his chest. “That time you’d gone Hogsmeade with the girls, we weren’t dating, but you came back smelling so much like Beth, I was snappy as hell with her for a week,” you said.

“Sorry.” He said honestly. “It’s a dog thing.” 

You sighed. “I figured…. and I hadn’t even been a fox for months back then.” 

“Jealous little Vixen,” Sirius teased, still brushing his hands all over your back, being extra careful. You almost laughed, after all, he was the one rubbing himself all over you either way. 

Later that day, while you were looking for your own Godric-damned sweater through your bottomless chest, you found something else, and as you stared at it, it downed on you, Sirius had never once complained, nor looked uncomfortable when you wore Remus’ sweaters.

It had to do with the smell of the pack, right? 

No. In fact, he tended to veer closer to you when you wore Remus’ sweaters. 

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a little red

TW: this includes minor knife-play.

you and harry decide to experiment a little during sex after a couple shots and find out what you both liked. what did come out of this experience is the knowledge that you both really enjoyed masochism...

parties are a big thing in the Gryffindor common room, especially on a Friday night. and harry loves these parties, because that almost always means his room is empty, and he likes to take advantage of this fact with his girlfriend a lot.

Everyone puts on their sluttiest outfits. There are drinks and food on the tables, loud music, it’s dark with flashing lights and the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.

these parties consist of various different things. when you walk in you get overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol and drugs on the floor and tables. there is obviously dancing and chatting, people who are making out in the corner. it looks like a typical high school frat party.

you and harry always stuck to chatting, occasionally with a cigar in your hands.

and while you were going at it with your friend, you suddenly felt two cold hands on your waist, warm breath by your ear, and such an overwhelming smell of your favourite perfume, you immediately knew who it was.   

Harry Potter.

Man does that boy make you crazy.    

you and harry had such a wild, complicated relationship. you’ve been together for years, and still your love has only strengthened into something so strong it can only be described as obsession. you were always there for each other, as a source to take all the stress away in form of fucking or just talking, it didn’t matter.

you felt his breath on you while he whispered in your ear “I'm tired, can we go to my dorm, please?"

He asked in such a voice he knew you couldn't say no to, so you agreed, excused yourself, and followed him up the stairs to his dorm.

Since you were both drunk, you stumbled a bit the way to his bed. there was this energy in the room when you entered, laughing and clinging onto each other.

it was always like this after these parties, being so busy all the time didn’t leave you two much private time together, so these moments are the only time you and harry get to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of those times you use it for having sex.

harry stumbled over to you, pressing himself against you, smiling. he took your waist and pulled you against him, making sure you won’t back up, and attached his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. his soft lips melting into yours, his hands feeling your body everywhere, while yours explored his body, going from his hair to his chest.

the warm feeling of you touching each other enhanced the red tint on your cheeks, both blushing furiously. a strong feeling settled deep down in your stomach, lowering into your core.

desperately wanting to feel him, you tried to move against him, hoping for any type of friction, but when harry noticed he broke apart and took a step back. you started protesting but harry cut in before you could. “i’ll take care of you, but first,” he took of his belt and pushed you onto his bed, making you lay down.

confusion took over, but soon it got replaced with trepidation. not because you didn’t trust harry, but because you knew whatever he will do to you will have you screaming with your legs trembling.

the belt harry previously took off was cold against your skin as harry tied it around your wrists. even trying remotely to release yourself was impossible, harry seemingly has tied it at its tightest.

“harry, what are you doing?” your voice trembled already. harry slid your shirt above your head until it was at your arms, he slid your pants completely off of you, leaving you in your panties.

he leaned down, his lips almost touching you, but instead of kissing you yet, he whispered so softly to you, his breath fanned against your skin and lips, his voice was almost so soft you didn’t hear him.

“it’s ‘what are you going to do?’, I’ll make sure you’ll feel better after this, I promise, my love.” his pet name didn’t go unnoticed, as the fact he whispered it more softly you almost didn’t catch it.

his lips felt soft against yours. at first, he kissed you softly, sweetly, then gradually it got more passionate. kissing you, hard, his hands roamed over your whole body and stopped abruptly at your lower stomach, just above your panties.

while his lips moved from yours to your neck and everywhere harry could kiss and bite, he pushed gently against your lower stomach, making you arch your back slightly and trying to feel some friction.

“you have to trust me okay? be patient, you’ll get what you want, I promise.” his voice was so soft, it almost seemed like he’s scared to hurt you by his words, his lips were touching your skin gently. 

“I trust you, harry,” you replied, more than this not coming up in your mind, being so distracted and in need for him to touch you everywhere he can.

harry looked down to you, seeing how beautiful you are. he smiled, baring his white teeth. he seemed to examine you for ages, while he was just cherishing your beauty and this moment. he always loved seeing you bare. it felt good baring yourself to each other, giving each other everything. its not just sex, its giving the most of yourself to the other, that’s why he loved this with you.

"safe word? Wouldn't want to hurt you," he asked, so sweetly.

This was one of the things you loved about harry. he cared, he didn't want to do something you don't want and would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt. He always made sure that you're comfortable with whatever you two are doing.

"I don't know." you whined softly. the need for him building up. it felt like forever, it was taking way too long.

in deep concentration, harry wracked his brain for something easy for you to say for the moment it gets too much.

"don't know? What about your favourite color. Red, maybe?" he suggested.

It was true, red really was your favourite color, and the fact that harry remembers such a small detail that you’ve probably only mentioned once briefly made you blush. your love for him always increasing.

"okay." you couldn't and didn't really want to talk, the need for harry eating you up by the minutes. the warmth seemed to evaporate as harry sat up and stood in front of the bed. 

"okay. let's take this off, shall I?" He took off his white blouse and unzipped his pants , throwing away his clothes leaving him bare in his boxers. His light abs just showing. he walked up to you, sitting on top of you, his hands reached your panties, and before sliding them off of you he looked at you for your consent, as always. you nodded immediately, feeling the need for him growing by the second.

"Please Harry, I need you to touch me," you cried out, it took too long. you need him. it felt like an eternity ago that he touched you. your breathing was already exhilarated, and you felt like you had run miles long. 

"I will, I promise. someones desperate, not that i would say I'm not," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, his other hand on your stomach. he lowered himself and started kissing, biting, licking any skin he could reach. whimpers escaped your lips. Harry grazed your neck before whispering in your ear "you really want me to do this?", "Yes, I do. please harry," you basically begged.

"Okay, I’ll do anything you tell me. tell me to stop." He grabbed something shiny out of his drawer, but you couldn't really see it as it seemed to be really small.

“No,.” you whined out. then you felt it, he dragged it down your chest, to your stomach, and to your thighs. it was cold and in some areas felt sharp. Your mind felt scrambled, not being able to identify the object, but Harry showed you. He held it in front of your face so you could see it, and pushed the tip to his finger, a bead of blood appearing from where he pushed it in. It was a knife, a very sharp and pretty one. this was new, and kind of scary and exciting, making you surprised that you were actually enjoying it.

harry lowered the knife to your skin, just bellow your collar bone to your chest. your breath hitched, and your heartbeat managed to accelerate even further. you knew harry wouldn't actually hurt you, just tease you a bit, and you knew he would stop the moment you wanted him to, that's why you felt so good and secure doing something like this, you wouldn't trust anyone else with a knife to your chest.

whimpers escaped your throat, showing harry just how much you anticipated this. he grinned down at you, knowing just how much you need this. "you're such a pretty girl, d'you know that? so pretty and good and well behaved." he said, the knife at your chest, not pressing hard enough to break skin, but just to feel a pinch.

"look it's your favourite color isn't it baby?" harry asked. he trailed his finger down your front, leaving a red path of his blood behind, the knife following it. he was scared to push the knife hard enough to draw blood incase it hurt you, so he refrained from it. you noticed, and secretly hoped he would give in. you seemed to like the feeling of trepidation that he would actually draw blood. you liked the pain, and feeling the hot red liquid of his finger trailing down your stomach, it made you want to feel the pain yourself.

"harry please, it's not going to hurt me like that." you tried to reason. wanting this more than anything at the moment. it was experimenting, and what would be the purpose if you didn't actually try it out?

reaching out, harry left the knife on your torso and leaned in for a kiss. it was gentle and caring, almost like he was too afraid to break you. his hand caressed your cheek while the other rubbed you on your hip. "i know baby." he whispered to you and lowered himself just enough for his erection to barely touch you where you wanted him most. rolling his hips once, twice. gently grinding into you while the cold sharp object balanced on your stomach. a moan escaped your mouth, while harry groaned out of pleasure and desperation.

he picked the knife up again with the hand that was at your hip and dragged it down again. when the knife reached your lower stomach, drawing closer to your thighs, which harry was still thrusting into, he angled the knife higher so the tip was perpendicular to your thigh, making it dig in your thigh. you sucked in a breath and felt harry rub his thumb across your cheekbone. he kissed you before angling your left thigh up higher, enhancing the feeling of him against you. the room was filled with your, and harry's sounds.

he was still gentle but chasing whats needed, not quite there to finish the job, but also not to make you cry out in desperation for his touch. "I'll be so good to you sweetheart, I promise." his voice just loud enough for you to hear. you couldn't reply, couldn't do anything, just being patient and waiting for him to enter you.

abruptly stopping, you whined out for him, but harry just stood up, put the knife down and lowered his boxers, pulling them off completely, freeing himself, but not before you saw the huge wet spot on his bulge. red crept up your neck to your cheeks, but it turned you on even more.

"harry," you whimpered, indicating for him to come back to you. this felt like so much, yet still not enough. the red on your body intensified the feeling of the tension somehow. you wanted him to release you, just so you can give him a kick, a head start.you tried to pull your hand from his tied belt around your wrist but it didn't budge. harry obviously noticed and looked searchingly at you. "what do you want to do darling?" he asked.

you huffed out "can you let my hand go? just one please." and harry obeyed immediately, leaning over to loosen it enough for you to tug your hand out. then, you rubbed his blood in, bloodying your hand. harry just stood watching you at the end of the bed, seemingly fascinated. this was when you got a really good look of him. his hair messy, sweat lining his forehead, making his hair stick to his face. rose tinted cheeks, breathing heavily, a glint of sweat everywhere, and mouth swollen, pink, and slightly parted. when your eyes traveled further down a loud erection almost screaming to you to tease him. the size of him always overwhelmed you, really never getting used to it, but he was always so gentle and caring with you whenever you needed him to be. but now, this time, it's different. you wanted all of him in one go, not gently and slowly driving into you like it's your first time.

your hand trailed downwards, past your abdomen and now digging into your wet folds, harry's blood mixing with your fluids. he watched intently, his cock achingly hard, veins bulging from his and precum already dripping from his tip. you didn't go further than just touching yourself, wanting harry to do it for you, but it was just enough to set you off.

"please harry, I need this from you." you pleaded. desperation was so loud in your tone, harry didn't need telling twice. "I'll do anything for you." and he got on the bed, crawling over you to align himself with you between your thighs. he lifted your thighs over his hips, picked up the knife again, and started to slide it down to your thigh once more, actually digging it enough to break skin and satisfy the feeling of need inside on you.

red trails down your thigh now, and you love it. the sting of the air hitting the wound sent a wave crashing in your stomach, making you moan. harry saw how much you enjoyed this, and didn't stop. he started carving something gently in your skin, just small cuts forming something, and when you moaned and cried out his name and arched your back for more you looked down at his artwork. it was his name, specifically a nickname you used for him. it was a very messy scraping of haribo, something you used to call him all the time, which he loved just like you loved calling him this.

then, when you arched your back, hoping to feel him dig into you, he leaned down and licked the blood dripping down from the wound. his hot saliva mixed with your blood, covering your thigh messily, but turning you on even more.

"did that make you feel good?" harry asked, sitting up again, your legs high and wrapped around him, the head of his cock at your entrance.

"you did harry. please, I need this." you couldn't wait anymore, it felt like you would explode if you didn't feel him right now. He put away the knife and leaned over you. then, in one go, harry pushed himself deep inside of you, burying himself completely into you.

crying out from overwhelming pleasure, you threw your head back, mouth open and eyes closed. harry moaned out and stayed still for a second before pulling out again and thrusting hard into you again.  

the pressure in your stomach is building rapidly, harry keeps pulling out completely and thrusting into you with full force, managing to rip a cry out of your throat every time. he's moaning just as loud as you, which you loved. boys tended to keep quiet, but harry didn't keep it in, he is as loud as he needs to be.

he formed a steady pace, constantly filling you up completely to the brim. you were both sweating and crying out, complimenting the sound of skin hitting skin. the ache building up in your stomach threatening to explode. your wound wasn't leaking blood anymore. the blood that spilled dried out on your skin, but harry rubbed his hand over it, soothing you. he called you sweet things and whispered praises in your ear, his lips were everywhere where he could reach, he played with your breasts who felt abandoned after all of this.  

harry made you feel amazing, and he always did never falling short. you always wanted to do the same for him, and you did. harry always felt immaculate after spending time like this with you, he was always scared to cut it short by finishing early.

leaning down, harry kissed you, more and more until you were gasping for air. a knot formed in your stomach, which needed releasing immediately. harry felt you gripping him tightly, and made sure to watch you intently, wanting to see you fall apart under him. every thrust made a wave crash against your bones, the feeling making you tear up from pleasure. it felt like you were almost there, and harry lifted your leg up higher, hitting a spot that makes you beg for him more and more, like he wasn't inside of you already.

"i know baby, come on, for me." he managed to groan to you, the feeling of you tightening around him making it difficult for him to stay focused, to stay above the line. "it's okay baby,"

and with that and a last roll into you, you came apart, crying out for harry and shaking uncontrollably. "oh harry," your eyes rolled to the back of your thrown back head, tears leaking out underneath your eyelids. your screams filled the room, and the grip you have on harry was what sent him over the edge.

both of you coming apart on each other enhanced the feeling of actually coming down. harry's cum filled you up completely, while your fluids completely ruined him. after what felt like forever, the pressure fizzled down, and you felt like you could breath again. "y/n," he answered, moaning.

harry dropped on top of you, and held you for ages, cuddling up to you and making sure you felt good. he cleaned up your cut and lifted the comforter on top of both of you.

"you were so good harry." you said, looking at him. he smiled and kissed you, still rubbing you wherever he could. "anything for you baby."

"I suppose this whole new thing really worked out didn't it? it was..." you trailed off, thinking intently. you really enjoyed this, and the opportunity to learn something new about you and harry and what you both liked. "good." you decided.

harry nodded and yawned "yeah, i agree. I'll do whatever you want to try. I guess it's good," you agreed. hugging him tighter and leaving small kisses everywhere. you looked forward to keep trying new things with harry, the feeling of getting to know each other's body turned you on.

now you both decided to tidy up your mess the next morning when you've slept off the tipsiness. sleeping with harry was your favourite part. "goodnight baby." harry kissed your lips gently.

"goodnight haribo." you whispered.

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“This is my favorite part of Aragon.”

“They Call Him Ranger”

“You see a dark shadow,  a man, an unknown figure, who looks scary, and mysterious. You sit, with your friends, and you all stare. But, they don’t seem to be paying too much attention to him. As he sits, with his legs crossed, in a faraway corner. You stop and asked a waiter nearby.

“Excuse me, sir, who is that man?”

“Oh, my dear,. You don’t want to know,.That there, is a stranger, of darkness. He is what, the men, and women, call “A Ranger”

“A ranger, I ask?

“What’s that?”

“He hunts down evil monsters, and beings so they say. But, no matter. Don’t you worry, your beautiful kind soul, about him, you are safe?” “If you and your friends need anything, don’t hesitate.”

“We would like a room, please. It’s been a long night and journey. We need to leave,as soon as possible. In the morning.”

“Right away. I’ll get you, that room. But, you must, be on guard. There, are people, who, will try, and take advantage of you. You and your friends should  keep the doors locked.”

He turned and looked at the ranger, who continued smoking, staring at us. But, he was really looking at me. I felt afraid and scared. The waiter turned to me, and said,

“If he gives you, any trouble, I’ll take care of it.... and he left

I then pretended that he wasn’t there. I could see, as I still looked over to where he sat, he was staring, at me, and smiling.

“I guess we better get to our rooms,” I told my friends

“Now?” They asked

“Yes, now.”

“Why?” “We barely finished our food?”

“Yeah,” another one of my friends said

“Oh, it’s that man staring at you?” another said

“Maybe, he likes you.” another said

“Stop it!” “He could be dangerous,” I said

“He’s just looking, let him look. And, if he comes over here, he may ask, you for a dance and a kiss.” She laughed

They all started joking and laughing

“That is not funny, all of you I am serious, something is coming, something terrible is happening, I can feel and see it, I have these dreams and nightmares, these visions, like their flashes of what will come, that will change our world forever, we need to go to our rooms, and if possible we can leave tonight and find someone to take us to better shelter and protection. Because this place is full of danger.”

“Oh, she’s been having dreams and nightmares, huh?

“We’ll that is definitely, why you need to make those dreams come true, by letting that handsome stranger,  over there ask you for a dance, and make you feel special. Let him take care of it for you, let me warm your bed, and he will make you lose those visions your having!”

They all started laughing and giving each other a high five.

I was angry, I stood up and slammed my hand on the table.

“I am serious, this is no lie or joke!” “Fine, if you all, don’t want to go to the room, I will go by myself.”

“Don’t get angry, we were just.....

“Oh, I know what you all were doing, and it’s inappropriate and not nice!”

“We are all going to have to be betrothed, sooner or later, you as well, your next in line for the crown, the men are fathers want us to be married have been picked and.... why can’t we find someone and lay down in their bed, someone who we love or just want to make us feel better, because once we are married to someone we don’t love, we will never be young again and free, do you understand?”

“Well, I am going to be free!” “I am going to soar and fly like a bird, and I am going to go on adventures, and if I want to fall in love it will be with someone who shares the same dreams as I do and the same journeys. By boat, by carriage, by horse, anything, I will be free!”

“Your Dreaming of Something that will never happen!”

“Dreams for us don’t exist, they are nothing but forgotten sea shells in the sand.”

“Your father, will never allow it, and those types of dreams, don’t come true for us, we are to be kept in castles far away from the outside world.” “This journey was a mistake, a false dream of hope.”

“We should have never left.”

“If that is how you all feel, then, you all can leave tonight, by yourselves, but I am staying...it’s nighttime, and it’s thundering and pouring rain bad...

But I went to the waiter and got the key to my room, ignoring their apologies and saying come back

I went to the room, where we would be sleeping and closed the door, and locked it

Just then I was taking off my cloak and laying my bag down, with my books in it, when suddenly there was a loud knock.

“Oh, so you guys finally decided that I was right?” “Well, then...

I unlocked the door and opened it, just then it was him, he was still smoking his pipe and had his cloak over his head. Before I could speak, he barged in, through the door, towards me. He grabbed me, and quickly closed the door behind him. He pushed me against the wall my body and head slamming against the wall. He had his gloved hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes still wearing the hood over his head.

I squirmed trying to move against his grasp, but he was strong.

“Shhh, princess.” he said “We wouldn’t want to alert anyone or your friends.”

Would we now?

He smiled, smirking, and grinning, looking at the reaction on my face.

I continued to look him in the eye, when he had called me “princess”, how could he possibly know that I was one? Who was this man?

“I would like to release my hand over your mouth, but if you scream, or make any sudden movements, I will be forced to kill you, do you understand?”

I nodded

He smiled, “Good”

He then let go of my mouth. Looking at me, his head to the side, staring at me curiously at what I might do.

“How dare you?” I said

“Who are you?” “What kind of man forces a woman to submit to him and threaten her with death? “You Sir are not gentleman,”

He stared at me and laughed. His shoulder moved up and down laughing

I was angry and pissed.

He then removed the top hood over his head. I saw his face, the man before me, wasn’t ugly. He wasn’t, what I had pictured, or had thought in my head. The idea of a peasant, or poor man. He was very handsome and very tall. Those eyes, those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. They were gray, his eyes, and he had black short hair, that ran to his shoulders. His hair was flat and curly a little, not too much.. He had a beard and mustache that was well-shaven. I kept staring at him looking into his eyes, all the way to his mouth.

“Your name Sir, what is your name?”

“Aaragon, my name is Aragorn.”

“Aaragon, I repeated slowly, and kept repeating “Aaragon” and I brought a hand to my chest.

My heart was beating fast, I felt very hot.

I looked down.

“What’s the matter princess?” he asked staring at me

“Do you find me attractive?”

I looked back up at him angry

He then laughed again

“No, I do not.” “Why are you here?” “What do you want?”

He came closer back to me, he put both hands against the wall staring at me, looking into my eyes. He then tried to touch my face, with one hand, “please,” I said.

He then stopped and backed away, and went to a table in the room, and started unbuckling a belt around his waist, that held his sword.

“Don’t worry your not my type. You're too young. I don’t like young girls, I like women.”

He then sat down at a chair, where there was a table. And sat in it, leaning back in it, and putting his boots on the table.

Staring at me, his hands on his sword. He was cleaning it, and taking it between his hands, touching the blade.

“For your information, I am not a girl. If you weren’t so blind, you would see, that I am a woman.”

He looked up, continuing to clean his sword, smiling.

Source:

gifer.com

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: My Favorite Gen Fics

Sohma Kyo & Sohma Yuki

Annunciation, by Geoduck T | Flash Fiction | hurt/comfort | Background Tohru/Kyo Kyo and Tohru are ready to move on to another stage of their relationship. Well, Tohru is. Kyo might need some encouragement.

Curled and Closing, by reconquer T | Short Story | angst | Background Kakeru/Yuki Soft laughter floating down the hall stops Kyo’s hurried shuffle. It’s late, but not that late—lots of clubs are still in session, so the voice itself isn’t what stops Kyo. What stops him is that it’s coming out of the student council room. And that the laughter sounds like it belongs to Yuki.

I'll be Standing There By You, by Eboni_A T | Novel | angst & hurt/comfort | Some Machi/Yuki & Tohru/Kyo As Tohru Sohma loses her battle with terminal cancer, Yuki temporarily moves in with Kyo to offer support. Tohru is Kyo's life, and Yuki fears what might become of his cousin after Tohru is gone.

Making Nice, by itsalreadyhalloweenright M | WIP | drama & hurt/comfort | significant Tohru/Kyo & Kakeru/Yuki Kyo & Yuki slowly start to realize they completely misjudged each other and that everything they thought about them was wrong.

The Price of Convenience, by Geoduck M | Short Story | Humor | background Tohru/Kyo & Machi/Yuki It's evening. Kyo and Yuki are both planning on spending time with their respective girlfriends. There is a certain product they both need to buy. In the same store, at the same time.

The Sun Will Shine Again, Someday G | Short Story | Angst Tohru had a fever. Just a little thing, that's all it was. Too much stress, too much worry. It really shouldn't have had the effect it did. Instead of getting better, she got worse. She emphatically refused Hatori's help. She said she was feeling better that evening and that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. The last thing I'd said to her was, "Shut up and go to sleep, then." So she did. And she didn't wake up. Not the next day or the day after or any day after that. In fact, she never woke up again.

that's how we deal with boys like me. by mugsandpugs T | Novel | angst & drama After Haru reveals that Yuki has been abused almost to the point of death, he schemes with Kyo and Rin to bust him out of the Sohma compound. The four kids live together on the run from their abusive families, relying on each other to stay alive and heal.

this isn't easy, it isn't clear, by lucybeee T | also Tohru/Kyo | Novelette | Hurt/Comfort "I don't know anything about babies," Kyo blurts. Yuki chokes on a sip of water and coughs a little. "Uh...excuse me?"

woebegone (and on the sixth day, man dropped his hand away from the world to look instead at the salt creeping up his ankles, and in that first breath knew not himself but) by a-bigail T | Novella | angst & hurt/comfort | Background Tohru/Kyo, Implied Kakeru/Yuki Yuki ends up at the ocean. He ends up at Kyo and Tohru's house. He doesn't know why; none of this was exactly planned.

Friendships

5 Times Shigure Claimed to be Selfish + 1 Time He Admitted the Truth, by TolkienScholar23 (Shigure & Kyo, Shigure & others) T | WIP | Hurt/Comfort "If you're looking for somebody to help you, I'm quite possibly the last man you should be asking. I'm weak, unsympathetic, and utterly worthless--the worst kind of man." So Shigure insists, and most people don't question him… and yet, somehow, his younger cousins tend to find themselves on his doorstep every time they're in trouble.

A Fabulous Style, by Modzy78 (Ayame & Ritsu) G | Short Story | Fluff | Minor Mitsuru/Ritsu Ritsu thinks he has his post curse style figured out, but someone begs to differ.

Changing the Ending, by Geoduck (Momiji & Kyo) T | Flash Fiction | slice of life Kyo wakes up to someone laying down next to him. And this someone is in the mood to talk.

Don't Be a Stranger, by me (Arisa & Akimoto) T | Short Story | slice of life After a draining day at work, Arisa Uotani runs into someone from her past.

for it's better to burn out than to fade out of sight, by the_one_that_fell (Tohru & Yuki) T | WIP | angst & drama | Background Tohru/Kyo and Machi/Yuki In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

Furedi, by me (Tohru & Haru & Kyo & Momiji & Shigure & Yuki) T | Short Story | fluff & humor When his younger cousins come over to watch Mogeta, Shigure finally tells Kyo the true nature of Jason, just in time to invent a new threat in the surrounding woods: Freddy.

Giving Up Burdens, by Geoduck (Kisa & Kyo) G | Short Story | fluff & hurt/comfort | Minor Tohru/Kyo Kisa Sohma decides to do something she's never done before: have a conversation with Kyo.

Heart Strain, by Kitty0430 (Kakeru & Yuki) T | Novel | angst & drama | Background Machi/Yuki & Tohru/Kyo What if Akito didn’t receive Tohru’s kindness and didn’t realise her mistakes at the story’s conclusion?

Heart-to-Heart, by eroshiyda (Saki & Momiji) G | Flash Fiction | Angst Hana and Momiji talk about their feelings.

Melon Splitting, by me (Tohru & Yuki) T | Short Story | hurt/comfort | Some Tohru/Kyo & Machi/Yuki Back at the beach house, a game of watermelon splitting goes wrong.

not every wound will heal, by blue_crabs_from_maryland (Shigure & Yuki, Ayame & Hatori & Shigure, Haru & Yuki) T | Short Story | Angst & Hurt Comfort The kids aren't all right.

Over (Un)Easy, by me (Haru & Yuki, Shigure & Yuki) G | Short Story | slice of life Yuki moves into Shigure's house and stumbles through his first day outside of that dark room.

We'll Work it Out Together, by inheritanceofgeek (Kyo & Hiroshi & Yusuke) M | Short Story | fluff | Significant Tohru/Kyo In which Hiroshi and Yusuke help Kyo figure out he's asexual, and are the biggest Kyoru shippers on the block (besides Shishou-san).

Canon Families

An Abalone on the Shore, by crabandpeaches (Tohru & Momiji) G | Short Story | angst & drama & hurt/comfort Momiji is anxious about his future and isn’t sure what to do from here on out. Unknowingly, Tohru teaches him a lesson.

Becoming Accustomed, by Geoduck (Kazuma & Kunimitsu & Kyo) G | Flash Fiction | fluff Shortly after he moves in to Kazuma's house, Kyo has a birthday. When Kunimitsu does not find out about that birthday until the day of, he does feel a bit stressed.

Fly on the Wall, by me (Machi) G | Flash Fiction | angst Machi's thoughts on the day Haru destroyed her classroom.

Fourth Trimester, by AveSolace (parents of Zodiac children) M | Short Story | angst & fluff Four and a half vignettes about the newborn phase of Zodiac children.

I'll Be Here, by Blanche2023 (Kazuma & Kyo) G | Novella | hurt/comfort The first three days Kyo spends with Kazuma and the first time Kazuma sees Kyo's True Form.

I'm Sorry, by SWAM_Drowned (Kyo & Kyo's Bio Dad) E | WIP | dark & drama How did life turn from "trying to hold on" to "I want to kill myself" in the matter of a day? Kyo doesn't know.

It's Not Enough, by Teapath (Momiji & Momo) G | Short Story | angst Momo struggles with the battle of listening to her parents, or listening to her instincts. Having such a strong lure towards her secret older brother Momiji, may just be enough for her to close the bridge in between them. Being a coddled only child is no longer enough for the young heroine.

My Brother, by OnigiriCat4Ever (Momiji & Momo) T | Novel | angst & drama | Significant Momiji/OMC Momiji has made a new life for himself in Germany. He has a job he enjoys, a boyfriend he loves, and a life that makes him happier than he'd felt in a very long time. It wasn't perfect, but it was happy, and he was satisfied…until Momo asked if they could talk.

The Nine Lives of Kyo Sohma, by 8_characters_or_less (Kyo & Kazuma, Kyo & Kyoko) NR | WIP | Angst, Fluff, & Hurt/Comfort Collection of oneshots about Kyo

reaching across years, by ohmygodwhy (Ayame & Yuki) T | Short Story | Angst Shigure had sounded serious. A little bit regretful. And then he’d asked Ayame to go to their parents’ house and collect some of Yuki’s things, if he wouldn’t mind, like clothes and textbooks and his extra inhaler and such. Ayame had said: okay. Shigure sounded surprised, like maybe he didn’t actually expect Ayame to agree to help, but Ayame said, again: okay. I’ll do it. I’ll do it tomorrow, in fact.

Same Thing, by me (Kyo & Kyo's Bio Parents) T | Flash Fiction | angst | Background Tohru/Kyo As Kyo watches his senpai graduate, he reflects on the upcoming year; the last year of his life outside of the cage.

The Talk, by Geoduck (Tohru & Kyo, Kazuma & Kyo, Hajime & Kyo) T | Short Story | humor | Minor Tohru/Kyo It all started, as it so often does, with an insult. Typically, an insult led to another insult, harsh words, fighting and (not always, but with worrying regularity) an unconscious Kyo Sohma. Sometimes, however, the results of an insult were just… odd.

tights and mascara, by sacrificialParsnip (Ayame & Yuki) T | Short Story | fluff & humor | Background Kakeru/Yuki In which Yuki comes out to his brother and it goes about as well as one might expect.

Whispers, by captainimprobable (Kyo & Kyo's Bio Dad) T | Short Story | angst | Some Tohru/Kyo Tragedy strikes, sort of, and nobody knows how to deal with it.

Next Gen

Hopeless Causes, by Geoduck (Kyo & Hajime & Mutsuki) G | Short Story | hurt/comfort | Minor Tohru/Kyo Hajime wondered where his father always disappeared to when they visited the Sohma main house. And why he always seemed so sad afterwards.

How to Accidentally Terrify Your Entire Family, by itsalreadyhalloweenright (Hajime & his sister) G | Short Story | Fluff & Humor Shirasi Sohma, youngest of Kyo and Tohru Sohma, desperately misses her brother Hajime after he's moved far away for high school. So one Friday, she decides to through some clothes into the bottom of her backpack and take the train to go see him for the weekend. Without telling anybody ahead of time.

it's alright, it's okay, by Rookblonkorules (Akito & Shigure & Shiki) T | Short Story | angst & hurt/comfort | Some Akito/Shigure Shiki has always known there were people who hated his mother and that, by extension, some of that hatred has trickled down to him.

Like Father, Like Son, by me (Kyo & Tohru & their two sons) T | Short Story | fluff | Some Tohru/Kyo When Tohru and Kyo can't find their two young sons one morning, they turn up in an unexpected-- and very cute!-- place.

The Ones Who Walk Away From Sohma House, by Geoduck (Next Gen Horse - OC) G | Short Story | angst Most say there must always be a monster. But there are a few who refuse to accept that.

The Talk, by Geoduck (Tohru & Kyo, Kazuma & Kyo, Hajime & Kyo) T | Short Story | humor | Minor Tohru/Kyo It all started, as it so often does, with an insult. Typically, an insult led to another insult, harsh words, fighting and (not always, but with worrying regularity) an unconscious Kyo Sohma. Sometimes, however, the results of an insult were just… odd.

Truth and Consequences, by OnigiriCat4Ever (Kyo & his daughter) T | WIP | angst, drama, & hurt/comfort | some Tohru/Kyo For twenty years following the breaking of the Curse, Kyo did his best to forget it. Telling his son Hajime was terrifying, but in his son's acceptance, understanding, and unwavering love, Kyo felt a lightness and freedom he never could have imagined. Both of his sons know; both of his sons accept. Only one person has yet to learn the truth: his daughter, Sachiko.

Here's a link to my bookmarks tagged as Gen! List will differ than what's shown here.

And here's a link to my bookmarks tagged as Gen with all other relationship types excluded!

If there are significant romantic relationships or romantic relationships among the main characters, I included those in the notes, but I decided to include all fics whose main plotlines are not romantic on this list. Hopefully the labels are helpful if you want to avoid romantic plotlines!

Fic Recs Masterpost

[itsoutrageouss]

brooo (can I call you bro) that Elliot fic was the best thing I've read in a while can I request a continuation of that part where Elliot takes her home to his and they kind of sober up a bit where she admits she's been crushing on him and then they start to drink and smoke and fuck again but this time they know they can take their sweet time with it?

(I'm obsessed with how you wrote Elliot, especially the part where he took her hands to guide them to his dick like that's so in character for him)

What you do to me II

A/N : Fuckk yeah you can call me bro!! And tysm for the praise- the whole motivation for the piece was that one hand to dick scene lol. sorry for being gone so long life sucks but I’m not dead yet- and sorry for shit ending

Words: yeah no idea like 1k

Warnings: weed, unprotected sex, grinding and cuteness

Part 2 of this one shot 

——🕊

You can’t fucking stop staring at him. The whole ride to his place is kind of a blur, except for his side profile, his soft sloped nose and the way his face shines the red and green hues of the traffic lights. He’s a casual driver, one arm nonchalantly hanging over the steering wheel with the other placed on his thigh and eventually on yours. Dark eyes continuously flash over to yours who looks adoringly at him. He can hardly keep his focus on the road with the way your presence has gone from a distant craving to right here next to him. He couldn’t get home fast enough.

Eventually you arrive, and he follows you directly up to the top floor that’s mainly his, he explains. The bed is messy, several blankets sprawled over it and a few pillows tossed on the floor, complimented with graphic tees and hoodies. He doesn’t excuse the mess, which you appreciate, for the vibe of it is exactly what you expected and wanted. “

Music?” he asks turning around to look at where you lay on his bed with raised brows. “Sure,” your smile is captivating, and he clears his throat before turning the volume down a bit. The alcohol is slowly seeping its way out of your systems, as he lay down next to you, both your legs still on the ground. 

“So,” he begins, and you feel your heart flutter. Not only by the tone of his voice, but it seems that you are finally sobering up enough to get a hold of the situation. You are here, in Elliot’s bed. With Elliot. The boy you’ve always looked so longingly at. When he started looking back, everything inside your brain got messed up. You couldn’t focus on school anymore, finding any excuse to meet his gaze. When something funny happened, you’d smile at each other. When the teacher would announce a test, you’d roll your eyes in annoyance. Always to each other. The silent communication was enough to keep you going for so long, but you want more. You want him. You want people to see you together, to hold his hand and kiss his lips. 

“So,” you repeat, ironically enough too nervous to meet his gaze this time. He studied your features as you tried your best to count something, anything on the ceiling. 

“This is what had to happen for you to hang out with me, huh?” he teases, an amused smile playing on his plumb lips. You got the sense that he likes to push your buttons, to test you. 

“You are so stupid. I couldn’t just fucking walk up to you,” you reply honestly with a dry chuckle, hands folded across your stomach. Your foot taps along to the beat of whatever song was playing. You are really fucking nervous, scared that you are going to say something wrong- or that he’ll find out how much you suck to be around.

“Yeah you could, if you weren’t such a pussy,” his voice raises an octave and he nudges you with his elbow. It feels natural for him to be around you, he can tell already. There is no awkward tension or nervousness for him. You on the other hand is scared shitless. Yet, you let out a genuine laugh at his response before looking at him with a pretend-offended face. It’s when you meet his eyes that you finally relax. It’s familiar to look at him, and you can see him so closely now. 

“Why have you never talked to me?” he asks, looking genuinely curious, and you gulp at the way he’s clearly studying your face and your expressions.

“You know why,” you can’t make yourself say it, can’t make yourself be so vulnerable when this is basically the first conversation you’ve ever had with him.

“No I want you to say it” he says seriosuly, but you can see the glimt in his eyes and the way his lip curls upwards. He really does enjoy pushing your buttons.

“Fuck you. I like you. Thought you’d figured that much.” you can’t help smiling at the sort of excitement you see rushing through him at your words. It’s borderline smug, and you want to tell him off but you’re too nervous to say anything more that could make the damage worse.

But there was no damage in sight. “You wanna get high?” he asks, getting up from the bed and looking over his shoulder to meet your eyes again. His smile i soft and sincere this time, telling you everything he didn’t say. yet.

----

You were laughing hysterically. Whatever Elliot had said, which you don’t remember, was extremely funny. You had already felt your anxiety slip away with every word of his, and your inhibitions were let loose. He listened to everything you said with a genuine interest, in a way you hadn’t experienced in a long time. His eyes kept glazing over you with a certain, heavy-lidded look that made your thighs clench.

‘You’re so fucking cute when you laugh like that,’ he breathes, leaning over you while being propped on an elbow. His breath was warm on your lips, and you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something indescribable. It made you surge forward and press your lips to his again. Your hand pulled him by the shirt, and he obliged happily, slipping his tongue into your mouth as well as his hand under your shirt.

His warm palm and fingers splaying on your waist made you shiver- it felt electric, the way he was touching you, and before you knew it he had flipped you over, so your thighs straddled his as he leaned back. It was his way of showing, of telling that he was all yours. You smiled at the subtle display of submission from him, a smile which he reciprocated. Your kiss was slow. You knew you had all night, all the time in world frankly, to feel each other.

You felt like you were floating as he undressed you, slowly. His fingers fumbled with your bra until it unclaspes, and that heavy look of desire made you squirm under him.

“Best fucking tits in town’ he sighed happily, pressing wet and sloppy kissed down your sternum. You arched like a cat towards him, simultaneously grinding down on his hips.

‘This isn’t fair’ you stuttered out, gesturing to his fully clothed body. He snickers, pulling his shirt over his head. You couldn’t help the gawking of your eyes as you took in his stomach, and he smiled softly at the loving look on your face.

‘Stop that right now or I’ll cream my pants’ he whined, referring to the heated gaze you bore. It made you laugh again, looking to the ceiling. You stood up to drag down your pants, and he did the same while holding your gaze. It was a challenge. You kept looking, until you both were completely bare and finally let your eyes roam each other. He licked his lips and beckoned you over to him again, where you sat on his thighs.

He sat up to meet your lips again, travelling them down your jaw and neck, all the ah to your breasts where he sucked gently on your nipple. It made you lean into him again, one hand tangling in his unruly curls. His hands where everywhere- he wanted his skin to have touched all of yours, wanted to map you out and feel you in a way nobody else had. He wanted to be special to you.

You rolled your hips forward, succeeding in pressing his dick into your folds. The direct, intimate contact made you blush and moan at the same time. He cursed softly, lips leaving your tits to look down at where you now both met. He was flushed red, coated in a sheen layer of you now, where you rubbed against him. His eyes closed in pleasure, leaning back into his pillows. He just wanted to feel you, w wanted nothing else on his mind, on his body.

You lifted up then, nudging him at your fluttering hole. You were aching for him, wet since he put his hand on your thigh in that car- hell since what happened in the bathroom.

You wanted this to be special, too. To convey what you felt, you pulled him up again so he sat, feeling his breath on your face. Your hands another along his neck and stayed there, making him look into your eyes again. As he did, you began to sink down on him. The stretch made you delirious with pleasure and pain, and it felt endless as you sat down fully, feeling every part of him inside you. It was molten and tight, and so wet it made you keen.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, muttering your name. His voice was slurred, both of the weed and the feeling of you clenching around him so tight. The way you held him there, your eyes burning into his- he could’ve cum from just that.

You slowly started lifting up and down. His eyes rolled back and he squeezed them tight as his head went to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and biting you gently. His hands went up and down your back in a soothing motion.

Everything was slow and unrushed- it had never felt so good. He was hitting things inside you that you didn’t even know was possible, and you felt every ridge and vein sliding into you again and again. A sheen layer of sweat covered his chest, and you leaned into it, pressing yourself to him unt you both were lying down. “I think uh-“ he breathed, pecking your lips before continuing, “- I think I like you too” he snickered, before gulping at the way you clenched around him tightly.

You kissed him deeper as a response, still rocking against him. His hands gripped your hips now, and he started to push up into you in time with yours. Nothing else was said then, it was just his lips on your forehead, cheeks, lips, neck and tits, his hands everywhere else, hick dick inside you over and over until you gripped him like a vice and stuttered his name ‘elliot, elliot, elliot’ into his neck. He pulled out of you swiftly and he took your hand into his, wrapping it around his dick, leaning precum that slid down the length of him. Together, you made him cum. Together you watched as he coated both your stomachs. Together you cleaned up and fell asleep quickly after.

Breaking the silence between you had been the best decision of you life, was the last thought that drifted into your head

[beels-burger-babe]

Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

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In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions. 

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind. 

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported. 

“...He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!” 

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?” 

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!” 

You groaned as you rubbed your face, you knew it looked bad! You hadn’t meant to stumble across a body when you went out for your morning walk which you had been trying to do in an effort to be more mindful and healthy, but it seemed to only lead you to stressing the fuck out. 

You turned to look at the male, he looked anything but alien, well- for the most part. His eyes looked up at you almost glossy like, they were big and doe like, his lips plush and his hair dusted his eyes yet almost looked like a raven blue. 

He looked human, mostly. The part that threw you off was, for one the black goo that trickled down his skin- maybe if you were a photography major you’d scream how aesthetic it was and just take a picture before leaving him to die, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case and here you were.��

The other part of him was, well....the bits that glowed. You would’ve honestly mistook him for a horrible Avatar cosplayer that had a little too much last night had it not been for the black goo, the strip of glow emitted from his body all the way from his hands up his arms, and you assumed back to his shoulders as well. 

Most might have considered it tattoo’s and maybe you could pass it off as such if it weren’t for the constant soft hue purple, it shifted between blue occasionally but remained purple for most of the duration you had spent with him. 

“What the hell are you even gonna tell Seokjin!” Jimin grabbed his head as he began to pace, “He totally won’t let this- this thing stay with us!” 

You glared as you stomped over to the male who straightened a little, the marks on his skin suddenly tinging red as you turned to face Jimin, “Seokjin can shut the fuck up! And so can you! For all we know he’s just into special effects and can’t speak English you xenophobic fuck!” 

“I’m Korean you whore!” Jimin dramatically shouted as he walked across the apartment, for what reason? You weren’t sure other than to make a point and raise his voice, “I know Asian when I see it and that’s not it! I’m headed for class and when I get back he better be back in his fucking UFO.” 

You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down to look at the male, the marks had flared back to it’s constant state of purple once more as he blinked, “I’m sorry about him,” You apologized sheepishly, “He ah...he’s an asshole,” The male only tilted his head a little, “I’m...Y/n.” You felt a bit dumb talking to him. 

You didn’t want to assume he couldn’t understand you but...well...He just seemed so, curious, innocent even. His eyes peered around at his surroundings as if he had never seen them before. Not as if he hadn’t been in your home but, as if he had never sat on a bed, his body would bounce a little as if testing the springs only to find out they’d bounce and his eyes would light up. 

He had been playing with the light switch on the wall of the apartment when you first got home, he didn’t seem to understand you necessarily but he responded well to the tone of voice because when you told him to stop he seemed to understand. 

He had tried to speak a few times, but...Well, Jimin may have had a point, it didn’t sound like any Asian dialect, at all. It didn’t even sound like any language you had even heard of...Even if he looked like some sort of Asian ethnicity, which you supposed was the strangest part about this. He looked human, but he didn’t sound human. 

He spoke in a sort of throaty tongue that seemed frantic at first, but he must have quickly realized you couldn’t understand him and had opted to mute ever since, “What’s your name?” You asked, only to sigh in response as he blinked unsuspecting of whatever you had said. 

Sitting down in front of him you sighed, “Okay nevermind, we’ll figure out a name to give you meanwhile- hmmm, let’s get those fixed up yeah?” You stood up, noticing he wasn’t doing the same, leaning down you went to grab his hand. 

The marks on his arms suddenly lit in a deep maroon red as he jumped back making you screech- whatever thought of you assuming he was human went out the window at the sudden burst of...of....tentacles pushing out of his back and pulling in front of him like some sort of shield. 

“Woah! Woah holy shit, oh my god!” You flailed at the sight of his narrowed eyes and his defensive stance as you held out your hands in sign of peace, “I’m not going to hurt you! I- I just want to fix your wounds okay!” You fumbled out the words, “I’m your friend, yeah?” 

His eyes squinted a little further as he glanced between your hands and your hand, tentacles like you had seen- no you weren’t gonna go there- they looked almost- No. You weren’t gonna say it, you weren’t even gonna think it. They were almost glass like, but looked as soft as silk, probably deadly and something you shouldn’t touch. 

They restricted a little and much to your surprise he parted his lips as he slowly spoke, “...Friend…” As if testing the word on his lips. You raised your brows in surprise, if this man was an alien then...he was a really quick learner. 

You nodded rapidly as you spoke,” Yes! Yes! I’m a friend! Friend’s don’t hurt each other. Just...let me…” You slowly approached him, trying not to watch the four tentacles that emerged from his back keep your attention away from his face, the markings on his arms glowed a dimmer red, as if his initial reaction calmed down, slowly it melted back into a soft purple hue as his eyes carefully watched you grab his hand as you repeated, “Friend.” You gave it a little squeeze, his brows furrowing as he looked at his much larger hand encasing yours, to your face before back to your hand which held his. 

“Friend.” He echoed back tilting his head a little before his eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, nodding frantically he replied, “Friend!” His expression of anger was like the night to the day of his smile, which was bright and almost childlike, as if he suddenly realized what the term friend meant, “Friend!” He squeezed your hand back causing you to squeak at the immense strength he had, the symbol that curved on his hand suddenly shifted to a dark grey as his eyes quickly became worried.

“Friend?” His voice gentler this time as he stood up, practically towering over you as he peered down as if you were a little puppy, concerned he had hurt you. 

“I’m okay!” You nodded, feeling your voice a pitch higher and your face felt hot despite knowing full and damn well you were not going to fuck this alien, yet you had definitely watched too much hentai in your life to at least not let the thought cross your mind once. He was good looking, by human definition anyways, “Lets um...let’s just get you into the living room.” 

Curiously he followed you before you had him sit on the couch, he gave a little bounce to the cushion as his brows furrowed before his lower lip jutted into a pout- obviously realizing this surface wasn’t bouncy….How could an alien be in your house, who nearly killed you with the tentacles from his back….look like this...

You briefly wondered this question as you frowned, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down beside him, his marks suddenly glowing purple as his eyes curiously watched you pull out a rubbing alcohol wipe, you paused as you looked at his big doe eyes that looked at you so innocently...If he reacted violently to his hand being held you knew damn well this was going to be a bitch to convince him you weren’t trying to kill him…

“Look…” Your voice drew his eyes to yours as he focused on your words, “This is gonna...hurt...a lot okay…?” You offered a semi awkward half smile, gesturing to your own bicep where it was bleeding on him before gesturing to him, “Pain…” You nodded a little, making him nod, his eyes darting to his own before back to you but you could tell by the look in his eyes he had no idea what you meant.

“Pain.” You pinched his skin making him jolt, his eyes darting between your small fingers and you as he frowned, marks mixing with purple and red, “Pain…?” He mumbled, rubbing a hand on his head, suddenly he began speaking in his tongue, his voice deeper and throater then when he repeated anything in english. 

Maybe talking to himself, he wasn’t looking at you as he sighed, “Pain.” He spoke more firmly as he looked at you, seemingly a little lost, you held up the wipe as you gave a defeated smile, “Pain.” You nodded, knowing he would definitely understand what the word meant once you got this over with. 

To say he reacted violently, was a very poor understatement. 

His marks were lit up a bright red and his tentacles had emerged from his back once and he practically flew to the other end of the couch in defense as he howled in pain as he examined the large wound on his bicep, “Friend!” He cried out in anger, eyes glaring at you and tentacles covering his body as if he was a wounded animal. 

He had ended up destroying a few knick knacks around the house, a chair and a few photo frames while you attempted to chase after him in effort to clean his wound while he ran away like a puppy avoiding a bath. Obviously he knew you weren’t dangerous enough to try and hurt but...it seemed his pain tolerance was...extremely low. 

Eventually you had gotten him to behave and sit down, as he glared at the floor, marks glowing yellow as you felt him wince and jolt with every dab of the wipe, “Friend.” he mumbled with gritted teeth before he spoke in his native tongue, something you assumed was probably not so nice at you. 

“The feeling is mutual pal.” You muttered, not knowing what he said but knowing, deep in your heart, your feelings were most definitely the same to one another. He did little to resist your touch afterwards, eyes furrowing as he watched you carefully bandage his wound, occasionally he’d poke- not at the wound but the bandage, his fingers would pinch the material and he’d cock his head as if examining it. 

“Have…” You frowned a little as you tilted your head, gaining his attention, “Have you never been to Earth?” You were going to be extremely upset if you woke up in twelve hours and Jimin told you that you were on an extreme LSD trip and you just imagined a really hot alien in your head. 

His eyes lit up in the same way they had earlier, “Earth?” He raised his brows, lips parting before he suddenly looked around again, “Earth!?” He suddenly cried out as he stood up, looking around before going to the window and peaking out of the blinds, “Earth…” He suddenly spoke in his native tongue once more as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to face you, “....Human…?” He had said something else you couldn’t understand besides the singular word. 

“Yes…?” You nodded making him almost whine as he grabbed his head, as if in disappointment, you offered a weak smile. You supposed if you were an alien that had seen galaxies beyond imagination you’d be pretty disappointed at seeing Earth too. 

He sighed as he frowned, looking around the apartment before straightening back up as he looked at you, pointing to himself as he spoke, “JK.” 

You blinked a few times, unresponsive as you frowned, “What…?” Your face scrunched as he bounced a little, repeating the two letters once more as he pointed to himself somewhat harsher, your brows raising before your lips parted, “Oh…! You’re JK! That’s your name?” You gave a smile as you nodded.

His smile was like a child as his fists curled up as he nodded rapidly, not understanding a word you said but it looked as if you understood, “Y/n.” You slowly prounicated your name as you pointed at yourself. 

JK had attempted to say your name, multiple times actually, but his brows pinched in frustration, having a hard time with it, but oddly enough it was quite endearing to watch him repeatedly try and say your name, even after you have found yourself on your phone, typing in the nearest place to eat while trying to figure out how to break it to Seokjin that an alien would be boarding with you guys for awhile.

What else were you supposed to do…? Call the police? You looked at JK with a frown, he seemed oddly innocent and you’d feel guilty doing that to him, his brows pinched as he fumbled over your name once again as he puffed a breath in frustration, the marks on his arms glowing a deep hue of light orange. 

“JK.” His gaze snapped to yours as he tilted his head, you offered a dull smile as you spoke carefully, “Eat?” You pointed to your mouth before stomach, JK rubbed his head briefly mirroring you as he rubbed his stomach a little confused. You hummed as you searched around before finding a leftover candybar on the coffee table, “Eat.” You pointed at it before taking a bite. 

“Eat.” JK had an easy time saying that word with a nod before he suddenly seemed excited, bouncing his spot as he nodded wildly, “Eat! Y/n…!” His nose suddenly scrunched at messing up your name again. 

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of you giggling at how cute he really was for someone that nearly killed you twice within the last hour, “Yeah, it’s almost dinner time, we should get something to eat, I’m starved and Seokjin banned me from the kitchen.” You gestured to him to follow you as he cocked his head, not understanding a word you were saying. 

You pulled one of Seokjin’s hoodies from his laundry basket as he handed it to JK who frowned, looking at his own clothes before back at you, as if silently asking why he needed to change. No nevermind the fact he glowed like a fucking lava lamp, “Hide.” You pointed at his arms as he frowned, looking down at them. 

“Hide!” You emphasized as you pointed towards your own arm then to his before it suddenly clicked as he nodded, sighing as he spoke in his own tongue the throat sound of something like mild disappointment and you could understand, but it was necessary. 

JK all of a sudden pulled the shirt over his head nearly making you scream, the sight of compact muscles and tan skin that almost had an iridescent sheen glowed, your body suddenly feeling extremely warm as JK fumbled a little confused. 

He frowned as he tilted his head, why were you covering your eyes? He looked down at himself before back at you, was....was he not supposed to change right here? He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, saying something that made you pick up in relief to see he was changed. 

You grabbed your chest as you groaned, “Don’t do that again.” You were in too much a dry patch and desperation to be alone with an alien that had tentacles and a face like that. 

Now with his marks being covered you just needed something for his hands...You frowned a little before something occurred to you, going over to Jimin’s gym bag you grabbed the finger clothes he always used to lift barbells with. 

His fault he was a pussy that didn’t want to get callouses. 

You handed them to Jk as he tilted his head, first examining the fabric before he slipped them on, looking at them as he snorted as if amused before saying something that sounded an awful lot like he enjoyed wearing these. 

“Eat, now.” He perked up at your words as you nodded and he excitedly followed you as you grabbed your bag and phone before exiting the apartment building. JK was beyond fascination, looking around as if he had never seen anything like this place, even going so far as to wonder off a few times, immediately making you hold his hand once more to keep him next to you. 

Other people also stared at him, but mainly because he was acting weird, you shoved him a little and he seemed to understand to stop. 

But he still took a few peaks before his feet halted, making you nearly yanked back as he stopped, his lips parted and his eyes were all big and doe like in awe as he stared out over the sunset, speaking once more and you frowned. You wished you could at least pick up a few words of his own language, JK was honestly impressive in picking up so much in so little time. 

You smiled a little at how fond he appeared to be looking out over the sunset before you tugged his hand which was still in yours, he looked down at you before pointing towards the sun as you nodded, “Yeah it’s pretty, but let’s go eat, I’m starving.” 

“Pretty.” He repeated before looking back out over the sun as he repeated the word again as you tugged him along. Entering the Panda Express it was nearly empty given it was six o’clock already and the dinner rush had left but that was good, you weren’t sure you could control JK in this type of environment. 

JK only observed you as you ordered for the both of you, watch the mouth watering food slide down the servers before you paid for your meal, leading you both to sit the back of the store where glass paneling was up for JK to keep looking at the sunset as you set his box in front of him. 

Fried rice and orange chicken was never a bad combo for the first time eater. JK observed you as you held up your fork, plowing into your food as you sighed in contentment before a noise of amusement escaped you at the sight of JK pinching his brows as he struggled with holding his fork. 

His eyes darting to you as his lips parted a whine escaping him as he messed up your name again making you laugh even harder, you waved a hand before you set down your fork, leaning over the table as you spoke, “Okay fine, fine, no need to get so pouty. Here, you just...place them like this.” You fixed his long thick fingers that fumbled a little before they properly gripped the fork. 

“Okay? Like this.” You held up your own before scooping up a pile of rice with it, Jk mirrored you, puffing a breath in slight frustration at the sight of the rice falling from his fork a little, “If you’re mad about this I guess it’s a good thing i didn’t get us chopsticks.” You snorted as JK focused on his food. 

You watched in curiosity as he took his first bite, his brows furrowing for a moment and his held tilting as if he was heavily focused on how it felt in his mouth before his brows shot up and almost immediately began scooping more food into his mouth like he was a fucking starved man held captive. You were surprised at how fast he was devouring his food but you only smiled softly as you began eating as well, enjoying the rest of your meal in silence. 

JK had even ate the rest of your food once you were finished, you just sat there in your seat, your knee hiked up towards your chest while you ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly while watching him devour the rest of the food. 

“Good?” You called out, JK’s eyes finally leaving your box of food, rice sticking to his upper lip making you smile a little as he rapidly nodded, looking like he was drunk off fried rice and orange chicken, probably not even paying attention to what you said. 

By the time JK was finished he slumped in his seat, stretching out as a yawn escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly before he sighed, looking out over the glass paneling as if something troubled him before his eyes darted back to your figure and back to the window.

You wished you could speak fluently in whatever language he spoke so you could ask what he was thinking about, once all of the innocence had melted off his expression in those child-like moments of glee, he was left like this, as if he was tired and maybe even lonely. 

How did he even get here? And did he need to get back? To where he was originally going? You thought back to his disappointment when he realized he was on Earth, and if you could stretch for a reach, you’d say he obviously had another location in mind before...whatever happened. 

“Hey,” you called out, drawing his attention as he raised his brows, “Home.” 

He tilted his head as he echoed the word, “Home?” You stood up as you nodded with a small smile, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to avoid Seokjin forever. 

JK stood up mirroring you before you guided him to where you threw your boxes away and he had even helped clean up the table before you both exited the shop, it was now dark out and the walk home was quiet as ever. But you enjoyed it, his company at least, you didn’t really have a lot of friends outside Jimin and Seokjin, who were your best friends since middle school and you all now split rent on an apartment close to campus. 

You opened the door, peeping in as JK stood there mildly confused, Jimin and Seokjin sat on the couch watching a movie much to your disappointment, opening the door fully you pressed a finger to your lips at JK as he tilted his head before you quietly shut the door. Grabbing his hand as you gently tugged it along. 

“Where in the absolute fuck do you think you’re taking him you horny fool?” 

God dammit. 

You grabbed your head with a groan as JK frowned, almost immediately concerned as he looked around, Seokjin stood up with his arms crossed, “He told me all about the goo monster here.” 

“He’s not a monster!” You screeched making Seokjin snort as he raised a brow, “...He’s an alien.” 

“Wearing MY sweatshirt!? That’s balenciaga!” Seokjin cried out, pointing an accusing finger at JK who looked a little concerned, looking at Seokjin then at you who he shuffled a little behind like a puppy with a tail between his legs. 

You felt an immediate wave of protection come over you at the sight of the action as you stood in front of him, despite him towering over you, “Would you stop! I’ll get him clothes tomorrow! Just leave him alone, okay, he’s hurt, he doesn't know anything about Earth and he just…!” 

“He’s not a dog Y/n!” You pressed your lips together as you looked away from Seokjin who glared at you pointedly, “We don’t know what this thing is or his intentions.” 

It was difficult to imagine JK’s intentions being anything but good when he was delighted at finding out your bed was bouncy, or the take of friend rice and orange chicken, or his excitement at the sunset, “He isn’t here to kill us! I can promise you that...just!” You squeezed your fists as you sighed, “Just trust me, okay? He’ll stay in my room and i’ll get everything he needs.” 

“Until what!?” Seokjin shouted at the lunacy of your words and you understood, it wasn’t everyday someone stumbled across an unconscious alien in a ditch, “Until what Y/n!?” 

“Until he’s able to speak enough English for us to know what the fuck he’s doing here, hell if I know Seok!?” You raised your arms, you...you hadn’t thought about his words yet, admittedly, “He just needs somewhere to stay until he understands more about Earth and how it works here okay? Listen…” You shuffled in your spot as you sighed, “The moment he poses a threat….i’ll deal with it okay? We can call the police or whatever and report it, but he’s been docile the whole time…” Okay that was a stretched truth but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. 

“Jesus christ,” Seokjin groaned as he collapsed back on the couch as he sighed, “...Fine, just make him use Jimin’s sweatpants.” 

“Hey! I didn’t consent to this!” Jimin whined who had been admittedly just sitting back and enjoying the fight between you both as he almost always did, serves the hoe right. 

You said no more not wanting to push things further as you grabbed JK’s hand once more guiding him down the hallway as you pushed the door to your room open, his eyes lit up a little at the familiar sight, hurriedly he went to the bed as he bounced on his as he laid down, burying into your blankets and pillows with a content sigh as if he had been aching to lay down all day. 

You felt a little bad at the sight knowing you should’ve probably let him rest sooner, choosing to sit down on the floor you opened up your laptop before you began working on the paper that was due by tomorrow afternoon that you had chosen to ignore since you had came across JK this morning. 

By the time it was late night JK had been in a deep sleep, obviously deducing that humans weren’t that dangerous of a species to keep himself awake over. You yawned yourself as you shut your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you looked at your bed, frowning as you sighed. Grabbing the pillow that had fallen off the side of the bed as you laid on the ground. You had slept in worst places before. 

You sighed in contentment as you rolled over on the nice soft surface, warmth filling you and sleep had been particularly forgiving to you last night. Man what had been so forgiving today to let you sleep this good?

The memories of yesterday had filtered to your mind too quickly making your eyes snap open, you had fell asleep on the floor how did you get in bed!? You searched frantically for the puppy like alien who was absent from where he had been collapsed here last night.

Fuck this better have not been that bad LSD trip! It would have you fucked for months that Jimin would really let you believe there was a hot alien guy you made up in your head. You quickly padded down the hallway almost frantically before your eyes were met with three heads of hair on the couch. 

“Die! Die!” Your mouth moved multiple times but you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence at the sound of JK’s nose wrinkling and buttons being mashed as the three boys were sitting with controllers in hand. 

“Which one of you fuckheads taught him that word!?” You growled finally, knowing JK was your age and probably even hundreds of years old depending on how his species aged and he understood the concept of killing but shit! You didn’t like hearing him say it like that when he seemed so naive and innocent about everything else on Earth. 

Seokjin and Jimin both whipped around sheepishly at the same time before they started immediately blaming one another as you gritted your teeth. You would’ve continued to glare at them both if it not been for JK’s cheeriful voice, he had immediately perked at the sound of before hurrying over, “Y/n!” His pronunciation had gotten better and it was difficult to not smile at the triumph in his voice as if knowing he had improved before stating your name again, “Game…!” He pointed at the TV before his controller. 

You nodded, “I can see that…so I guess he’s suddenly not a threat anymore?” You sneered at both of your bestfriends, JK frowned a little as he looked between you three, obviously confused as to what was going on. 

Seokjin looked mild, pretending as if he hadn’t heard what you said, prideful bitch, “He’s okay. Better at Jimin in Overwatch if you can believe it, maybe I’ll just let him be my duo instead.” 

“Hey fuck off!” Jimin glared at him, brushing his shoulder in somewhat offense before he spoke, “He is good though, wouldn’t stop saying your name this morning though.” 

“He couldn’t say it yesterday,” You explained before turning to JK again, offering him a weak smile, “Play.” You pointed at the TV in encouragement, who were you to tell the man what to do? You just rolled out of bed and needed something to eat before you interacted anymore with those two idiots. 

JK looked excited as he ran back over to the couch before he spoke, “Play! Y/n play!” Your lips parted at the way he strung the two words together so easily, he was catching onto the language...fast...like extremely fast. His species was obviously intellect enough that this was a skill of theirs, or so you assumed for him at least. 

“No play. Eat.” You pointed at yourself before the tiny kitchen as you walked away hearing a noise that sounded like a whine from him. 

“Hey you're making breakfast for all of us right?” Jimin called out, making you glare him down and if lazerbeams could shoot from your eyes he’d be a pile of ash, he held out his arms as he spoke, “Damn fine, so much for sharing is caring in this household huh.” 

You rubbed your eyes ignoring him as you yawned, immediately making a cup of coffee before turning to the fridge only to jump at the tall boy standing in front of you peering down wide eyed and curious, “Eat.” He said singularly before he offered the world's cutest smile that you couldn’t begrudge as easily as you could Jimin. 

Fuck! He was asking you to cook for him and he had a cute almost bunny-like smile and he looked so endured and hoping you would make him something as good as Panda Express, which there was no way you could but jesus you were willing to try. 

“Breakfast,” You pronounced slowly, knowing this was a bit of a harder word for him as he tilted his head and repeated ‘Eat’ once more before you shook your head, “Eat, breakfast.” You tapped the clock on the stove that ticked away, showing it was ten in the morning. 

JK only rubbed his head in confusion before shrugging, he sat patiently in the stool at the counter as he happily watched you cook away. You didn’t make anything too fancy, just breakfast sandwiches for you both before you set his plate down in front of him, a happy smile on his face as his nose crinkled. 

Not even hesitating before he dug into the meal which you had purposely made him two given how big of an appetite the man had, something akin to pride swelled in your chest though at the sight of JK nearly devouring the sandwiches happily, Jimin stepped into the kitchen looking offended as he sputtered, “Oh so you’ll make breakfast for the hoe that can hardly speak but you won’t for your best friend, I see how it is. Is it because you know I won’t fuck you and he probably will?” 

“Shut up!” You hissed immediately, unable to even enjoy your own food because of your head ass best friend who only smiled viciously at how flustered you were. JK was naively munching on his food not understanding a single word either of you were saying and not caring either when his face was stuffed with food. 

 Seokjin entered the kitchen making himself something to eat as well, “Hey, are you guys going to that party tonight at Beta Tau?” He tilted his head as your nose immediately wrinkled, you used to do frat parties back when you were a freshman but since then you just couldn’t keep the high pace anymore or the sleazy guys. 

“I’m going!” Jimin called out, before tapping his chin as he looked towards JK before you, “Hey, we should bring JK along, give him some good socialization!” 

“Uh no, that’s a horrible idea,” You shook your head immediately, “And I never said I was going either, and if I don’t go he’s definitely not going.” JK tilted his head in curiosity, knowing his name had been brought up before he between you both. 

“Boo you whore,” Jimin tossed a piece of bagel at you as you dodged it, his nose wrinkling as he pointed his butterknife at you, “You’ve just been nursing your wounds ever since Mark dumped you. You know it’ll be good for you and him.” 

“I am not nursing wounds!” You hissed out, feeling like a black rain cloud was piling over your head as you crossed your arms, “And it is a bad idea, JK hardly knows anything about Earth, taking him to a frat party is like tossing a baby into the ocean.” 

“Umm all I hear is bullshit babe,” Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “Besides, a little party never hurt anyone, it’s our job to show off what Humans are capable of after all.”

“At a frat party…?” You frowned as you sighed. 

“He’s not a baby Y/n,” Seokjin frowned as he looked between you both, “Just because he can’t speak english and he’s unfamiliar with how we live doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent, i’m sure they have parties where he’s from. If this is about Mark that’s kinda selfish to hold him back.” 

You weren’t…! You weren’t babying him! And this wasn’t about Mark! You just…! You weren’t in the mood to see him, especially attached to Lisa, who you had already thought was hot as it was but instead of going for you she went for your boyfriend and now they were together, 

It had been a pretty big blow to your ego. 

“Fuck fine! We can go what the fuck ever. I have to go get him clothes today though if you don’t want him bumming off you guys though.” Jungkook was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he didn’t look the least bit concerned though he watched you guys curiously. 

Jimin pumps his fists in victory as he shoved the bagel in his mouth, “You guys do that then, it’ll be a good bonding session, anyways I have a lecture I’m already late for peace.” He threw up a peace sign before quickly exiting as you huffed, you thought it was weird he was here at 10am on a friday morning. 

“Bond?” JK perked up looking at you in excitement as your brows furrowed a little, how could he pick up random words so fast? Jesus, he’d be enrolling in college just to see what it was about within the weeks if he didn’t chill out. 

“Something like that,” You muttered, “Finish your food though,” You gestured to his sandwich before you picked up your own taking a bite, “I need a shower first but afterwards we can go out and get you some new clothes.” 

JK frowned as he looked down at his clothes once more, obviously slowly beginning to understand you more and more as his lips jutted a little, clearly he liked his clothing he was wearing. 

Maybe they just didn’t change clothes where he was from? It was difficult to say, regardless you shook your head finishing up before you went to your room. JK followed you around like a lost puppy as he had finished eating before you. 

You had paused at the door to the bathroom as you frowned, JK looking as if he’d totally come in if you’d let him, “Go play.” You pointed towards the living room where Seokjin had resumed Overwatch. 

JK frowned as he looked between the living room and you, “Bond.” He pointed at you making your pupils widen a little, what was that supposed to mean? He shuffled a little more, nearly chest to chest with you as you craned your head to look at him, jesus he had to be 6’3 in the average pool of 5’9 men, “Bond.” He said more firmly. 

“No.” You shook your head, your smile became awkward and your body movement became flustered, what was he talking about, “You are gonna go play with Seokjin.” You pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little, his lips quivering a little and hurt in his eyes as he looked down at your face as if in search, “And I’m gonna go shower.” 

You couldn’t stand to look at it any longer before you quickly shut the door, locking it as you groaned, pressing your back against the door. Why did he have to look at you like that…?

“JK! Stop wandering off,” You lowered your voice a little as you tugged him along, your hand in his again as he had been exploring the store, “We’re here for clothes,” You held up the hanger you had in your hands as he frowned. He had been moping ever since you wouldn’t let him shower with you this morning. 

Or whatever his intention was. Regardless it didn’t change the fact that he needed clothes and despite being poor you were willing to throw out some money for him, but only because he was so cute. 

“Come on, let’s go to the dressing rooms, my arms are getting tired.” You tugged JK along who only pouted, obviously wanting to explore more than get things, but this was kind of a necessity. You gently pushed him into the dressing room, handing him the clothes as he frowned, his eyes looking down at the clothes then at you. 

Sighing you groaned, stepping into the small room with him before shutting the door, it wasn’t too cramped but you were uncomfortably close with him, “Okay….umm you obviously don’t understand the concept of trying on clothes so…” You flailed a little before tugging on his sweatshirt, he frowned before his eyes brightened a little. 

Understanding the message he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, your face immediately heating as you tried to not ogle his sculpted body which was muscular but slim, his shoulders broad but it suited his delicate small waist. 

You now had a good view of the marks that ran up his arms, they curved into a crescent at his hands and ran all the way along his arms, up his shoulders before curving to his back. You had changed his bandages this morning after you got out of the shower and admittedly they had healed a lot faster then you had assumed they would. 

 Whatever thoughts about his wounds however left your head as you nearly squeaked at the sight of tentacles immediately protruding from his back. Four to be exact, they were of a clear substance for the most part until your eyes followed further to their base where you noticed it matched the glow of his marks. 

A subtle pink and JK’s eyes a little bashful as he mumbled, “Bond…” His tentacles stretched forward a little as if in search for you before you squirmed towards the wall, trying your best to not let your horniness get the best of you in this situation. 

“U-ummm if you’re asking me to marry you the answer is gonna be no.” You held out the shirt in front of you to act as a semi shield to his advancement. Despite the language and cultural barrier JK seemed to understand your rejection as his lips quivered, his eyes dimming as he lowered them in acceptance. 

The tentacles immediately retracting back into his back as delicately took the hanger from you, fumbling to get it off and wow, way to make you feel like a dick. He wouldn’t even look at you as you sighed, relaxing a little as you grabbed the hanger pulling it off for him, “I’m gonna just let you do your business in here if you understand.” 

You exited as you grabbed your face, why did you feel so bad for rejecting him? You groaned as you leaned against the wall opposite of his room. Probably because you didn’t fully understand what he was trying to do if you could just speak the same language, and understand why he was here, maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad. 

Seokjin kept saying he wasn’t a baby but...he was just so clueless as to how Earth worked, you couldn’t help it....You sighed as you rubbed your face, you just wished things could be easier. You had an afternoon lecture you needed to go to and you weren’t sure how JK would fair on his own and it admittedly gave you anxiety just thinking about it. 

He was curious by nature and you wouldn’t have a doubt he’d get bored easily just stuffed in your little apartment. JK opened the door to the dressing room, his gaze still cast on the ground as he handed the stuff back to you and you could only assume they all fit. You made sure they did because they were all at least two sizes too big for him but hey, they had to be comfy at least. 

Neither of you spoke as you paid for his things, holding the bags as you began walking back home, you didn’t like how quiet it was between you both and JK didn’t wander off not once as he let out what sounded like a sad sigh, his eyes looking up towards the sky as he mumbled something in his own language before back towards the ground. 

You felt like you kicked a puppy. 

You set his things down on the table as you looked towards the clock, you needed to get ready for class and honestly, you were gonna treat yourself to some starbucks after all this crap, “JK,” He peered up at you a little before his gaze became downcast, not looking at you but you knew he was listening, “I have to go to class…” You pointed to yourself, “You...need to stay...home.” You worded it carefully, his lips trembling now and you weren’t sure if he was going to cry or not, “I’ll be back!” You rushed, hurrying to the couch where he sat as you grabbed a remote. 

Pulling up Netflix as you shuffled around, deciding to put on a documentary for him on the ocean to keep him busy, maybe his language would improve meanwhile or...or he’d learn something, hell if you knew. 

JK frowned, sighing as he lowered his gaze in acceptance, reaching out you sighed, grabbing his face to make him look at you, “I’ll be back.” You spoke, your thumbs tethering over his skin which felt so soft and subtle, almost even more soft than any other person you had ever met, the glow of the TV made that iridescent tone reflect just a little. 

He really was the prettiest thing you had ever set your eyes on. 

He said nothing before you gave his face a little squeeze before letting him go, pressing play on the TV as he turned to watch, his expression slowly melted from sadness to that curious expression as he tilted his head, a purple glow from the crescents on his hands as he watched in fascination. 

You smiled a little before you grabbed your bags and slowly closed the door. You’d just hope he could figure out how to use the remote if he wanted to watch something else. 

Class was slow and you couldn’t help but wonder what JK was doing the whole time much to your frustration, you needed to focus on taking notes as midterms were coming up and you would absolutely fail if you didn’t pay attention. 

The whole class dragged on for two hours and in order to try and do damage control for your lack of attention you ended up going to the library to study more and make flashcards as you had originally planned before your life fell apart due to an alien binging on netflix back at home. 

You eventually got a peace of mind when you pushed your earbuds in and put on music to help you focus. Proud of your work you leaned back in your chair as you sighed in contentment before your eyes finally landed on your phone, not thinking much before your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was almost seven in the afternoon! Fuck! You’d be leaving within the hour to get to the frat. 

Shoving all of your shit back into your bag you hurriedly zipped up before running out of the library, fumbling the whole way home before you entered the house in a rush. Much to your surprise though Seokjin and Jimin were already ready and JK looked happy to be around them both. 

What you didn’t expect for what you had bought him to look so good, he was wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, Jimin must’ve let him borrow his leather jacket and those fingerless clothes adorned his hands, “Hey hold still!” Seokjin spoke as he kept combing his hair, obviously styling it up, “I should’ve gone into cosmetology for being this good at turning trash to gold.” 

“Not everyone wants to look like Tinky Winky on steroids Seok.” You called out as you plopped your bag down in the ‘study corner’ which you and Jimin invented as a way to justify your laziness and Seokjin had said you both were on thin ice but he’d allow it because he also was lazy. 

Seokjin whipped around, those bratz lips of his parting in offense as you shrugged, holding up your hands, not about to apologize for the healthy dose of truth he needed at least once a day. 

“Y/n!” JK cried out, immediately running over to you making Seokjin groan as he grabbed your shoulders, frantically checking over you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. You frowned as you looked down at yourself. 

“I think he was worried about you.” Jimin was licking a drumstick at the moment while sitting on the handle of the couch, “He wouldn’t stop saying your name when I first got in and he looked like a scared puppy. Had to convince him that it was not a good idea to go look for you like he first suggested.” 

“Suggested?” You frowned as you looked back up at the tall boy who immediately cupped your face making you squirm a little, perhaps startled and a little touch starved, “Umm I told you I’d be back…” Not surprised he didn’t understand you but still. 

You gently grabbed his wrists, tugging them away from your face as you smiled awkwardly, trying to not think about the fact that this man looked even hotter then before, if that was even possible, “I need to go get dressed.” 

“Nope, nu uh, I’m not finished with you.” JK was yanked back with a whine as Seokjin grabbed him by the collar as he had attempted to follow you, much to your relief because you didn’t need another episode of earlier today. 

You didn’t take too long to get dressed, choosing to stay casual as you typically would given you didn’t plan of staying long and hey, if all hell broke lose maybe you’d get yourself and JK mcdonalds on the way back. 

Pulling the flannel over your shoulders you stepped out of your room, Jimin incessantly jingling his keys as he spoke, “You took too long, we’re gonna be late!” 

“You’re late everywhere we go you whore.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing JK’s hand as you all left the apartment, he still seemed a bit confused as to where you all were going but had no complaints as you both sat together in the back of the car which he inspected.

Pressing the button on top of the ceiling only to immediately squint with a whine at the light, you pressed it again turning it off as you looked at him, “Stop touching things.” He pouted a little, choosing to grab your hand as he mumbled something in his own language. 

The ride was short and you couldn’t stop dreading what might possibly happen at the party, one scared with JK and it was over, the police would get involved and they would take him off to some lab where he could get tested and poked and prodded and the idea was upsetting to think about. JK hadn’t been here for more then a day and somehow you decided taking him to a party was a good idea? 

You crumpled in your seat, looking outside the window as you watched the party rage on in the house. Of course you wanted to avoid your ex but that wasn’t your main worry for the night. Opening the door you stepped out, JK quickly following after you as you called out, “JK...stay with me okay?” 

He nodded though you weren’t quite sure if he understood, regardless he seemed happy enough to hold your hand as the three of you entered, the music was blaring and the crowd was big tonight given it was a friday and everyone could cut loose. Not the wildest you had seen but certainly not the smallest. You looked at JK in concern but much to your surprise he only looked around in curiosity as he nodded, “Party?” He asked as he raised his brows. 

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s a party.” You called back over the music, looking around for somewhere a little more quiet but Jimin cut in, grabbing JK’s arm, “Hey, we’re playing beerpong and I need to know if he has good aim.” 

JK was immediately tugged from you as you glared at Jimin his smile cheeky, “Chill, he’ll be fine, looks like he’s used to this kind of scene. Maybe he’s a space fuckboy. We’ll watch him go relax.” JK looked back at you mildly concerned but you gave him a reassuring smile as you nodded, despite not fully agreeing with it. 

Could JK even drink? You felt stressed but then again you did pour rubbing alcohol all over a wound that could have reacted like acid to him, you supposed if he knew something was dangerous he would avoid it, or so you could only hope. 

“Bitch! Why haven’t you been answering my messages!?” You jumped at the sight of the blond looking ready to mow you over, Solar’s heels clicked against the ground as she nearly ran for blood at the sight of you. 

Cowering a little your lips twisted into a sheepish smile, your best friend glaring down at you and a pout adorning her lips, you hadn’t meant to ignore her texts the whole day but other things had obviously taken precedent. Should you tell her? 

“It better be for a good reason.” She pointed at you accusingly before you made your way to the buildable table set out with drinks on it, purposely avoiding the jungle juice you knew for a fact probably had that shitty bang energy in as you grabbed a bottle of benchmark, sure it was cheap and tasted like shit but didn’t that sum up your whole personality?

“Well…” You took a breath, your expression contorting a little as you looked up at Solar who waiting expectantly, why the fuck not? If anyone could keep a secret it was her- hence her promise to Kim Jenny in 5th grade that she wouldn’t tell you that she liked the same boy and ended up helping her ask him out. 

Which you only found out about last year in a drunk truth or dare session and you marked your own words that the next time you saw Jenny you'd slap her across the face. Which you ended up not, instead you were still drunk and ended up crying with her because her dog had died earlier that day. 

Still, the principle remained, Solar would keep it a secret. Taking a long chug of the mixed drink a warm burn settled in your throat, “I discovered an alien and- he has tentacles that literally fucking explode from his back.” 

Solar nearly snorted out her drink as she began laughing, “Girl you watch too much hentai. Seriously, what’s up?” Her laughing died down before an uncomfortable silence sat between you both, your lips quivered only a little as you looked up at her, her expression immediately dropping, “You’re joking…” 

“I wish I was Sol…” You took another long drink. 

“You’re joking!” She shouted, her lips dropping, “Okay no, tell me everything! Where is it? What does it look like? You better not be pranking me right now…!” 

You waved a hand, walking as she quickly followed as you recalled the events of how you found JK and what had ensued in the last 24 hours before you paused at the beerpong table, pointing at JK. Your face warm at the sight of a cocky smirk on his face, obviously his team winning as he landed yet another shot assuming by the sound of the other teams groan. 

“That...Y/n…” She turned to you deflating a little at the sight of him, obviously hoping for something a little more...alien like, “You’re such an ass!” 

“He is! You just can’t see the shitty avatar cosplay beneath all the clothes! He does have tentacles again, by the way...I am not crazy!” You grabbed your chest in offense, “You wanna know what I’ve been doing the last 24 hours, there it is! Trying to figure out what to do with an alien that keeps trying to bone me.” 

“Bone you?” Solar raised her brows before she scoffed a little, her brows raised as she took a sip from her cup, “Thought being a monster fucker was always your thing?” You shoved her a little, making her snort in amusement, again, if you could just figure out what his motive was and...maybe have a decent conversation, “Let's say he is an alien...not that I believe you but let's say he is...what are you gonna do about it? I mean really….?” 

You rubbed your head as you frowned, “Well...I don’t know.” you confessed with an awkward expression as she sighed, “I just…! I’m assuming he probably has his own plan…! But generally I’m hoping as he learned english- which is extremely fast by the way- that he’ll eventually tell us what happened and where to go from here I mean…” 

You frowned a little, something sad stirring inside you, there was nothing holding JK back from just leaving you all one night when he’s found what he needs, or figures out where to go or...whatever it is he’s doing here, “If he even stays here long enough…” 

Solar hummed before tapping her cheek, “That’s it, I’m playing against him, he hasn’t missed a single shot.” You tried to call out to her but it was useless, when Solar was determined, nothing would stop her.

You sighed as you turned away, feeling too much anxiety from watching JK to try and come in further especially if he caught sight of you. JK surprisingly enough seemed as though he had fun a lot of the night, you had stayed curled up in a corner on your phone most of the time brooding while nursing your drink which had admittedly helped you relax a little. 

Eventually though, good times always come to an end, this being no exception, “Hey babe, long time no see?” You stared down at your phone, scrolling through instagram as you ignored the sound of Mark’s voice, “Awwh c’mon, don’t ignore me.” 

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes before you put away your phone, looking up at him as you raised a brow trying to ignore your heart racing just a hair, “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to act as if this totally wasn’t freaking you the fuck out. 

“You sure can,” Mark flirted, sending you that wink that was the very reason you had spun out in the first place with this guy and god you couldn’t deny his flirty nature always got the best of you, “Me and Lisa were hoping for a third in bed tonight and I thought, what girl would be better than my main girl.” 

He smiled, delicately holding your chin with a proud look and for a half a second you had forgotten how much of a bitch he was, that was until your mind lingered on the word ‘main girl’ to which your lips curled slowly, “...Main girl?” You scoffed immediately slapping his hand away as you shouted, “Main girl!? Since when was I the main girl!?” You watched Mark groan as you shook your head, “Uh no! You came up to me! You don’t get to act like this and you were the one that left me in the first place, why don’t you go back to your main girl!” 

“God you’re so over emotional-” You didn’t even let the little gaslighting fuck finish before you splashed him with your drink, a scoff escaping him as he raised his brows, “Are you fucking serious Y/n?” 

“Yeah, fuck you.” You shoved him before walking out of the kitchen, what a piece of shit! How dare he act all put out when he was the one that approached you, in a total douchebag way at that! You weren’t sure where everybody had went and at this point it was almost ten o’clock and you didn’t care! You just wanted to take a warm shower and go to bed!

You stepped down the stairs of the frat house and into the cool night as as you heaved a breath, scoffing as you rolled your eyes, this was exactly why you hated going to frat parties at Beta Tau now because you almost always ended up in an argument with Mark. 

Stupid little fuck. You muttered it to yourself as you wrapped the flannel around you, your eyes warily finding that of a drunk elderly man who definitely appeared in his forties, alone and his eyes immediately finding your lone figure. 

You kept your eyes on your phone as you slowly approached in hopes of walking past him, you hated parties, you hated going out at night, you hated the fact that you let yourself get so heated in the moment, “Well aren’t you just looking pretty tonight sweetheart.” You sighed in exasperation at the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Thanks.” You offered dryly, not even attempting to smile because you knew it would just sound like that much more of an invitation to him and yet, even your singular dry word was enough of  a green light to him. 

A hand suddenly wrapped around your upperarm yanking you over as you squeaked out, “How about I take you back to my place? Show you a good time yeah?” He reeked of beer and your nose wrinkled as your expression twisted and your hands trembled. 

“Sir- I..I really need to get home…” You mumbled, not wanting to provoke him but your fear was getting the better of you by the second as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. You’ve never gone out tonight and you should’ve stood your ground regardless of who went were. 

His hands squeezed on your arms eliciting a noise of pain from you and you couldn’t even look at the guy as he growled, “Or I could go home with you sweetheart, or better yet. Why don’t we go over here…! Ow you bitch!” You had smashed his foot with your own but it wasn’t enough for him to let go of you. 

Instead his grip only got tighter making you cry out in pain as your eyes stung with tears, wishing he could just let you go...Within seconds though the man was nearly ripped away from you and a larger figure had wedged between you both, “Leave.” It was a one word command that was clear and demanding from JK, you couldn’t see his face and you weren’t sure you wanted too. 

JK was shoved back from the guy and taking this as an offense, you nearly jumped back at the sight of tentacles bursting from his back, your eyes bulging at the sight, not a single rip in his clothes as if they were transparent yet a lightening of bright fiery ran streaked through him. Your lips nearly dropped though because they obviously weren’t too transparent as JK used them to slam the guy into a wall with enough force to drive him unconscious. 

“JK! Hey! Woah holy shit!” You grabbed your head, JK whipped around, anger still evident on his face but his concern had taken over as he called out your name, what he hadn’t expected as for you to drag him into the alleyway. 

Tentacles still gracefully flowing behind him as if they were underwater, your eyes darting everywhere and anywhere for anyone to have possibly seen and yet…! “Don’t you ever do that again!” You hissed, grabbing your head in stress, if anyone saw that…! Anyone it was over! “Someone could’ve see you!” 

JK might not have fully understood what you said, but he could understand a few words here and there and your tone of voice, his expression darkening and his lips twitching in anger and disagreement, “Hurt!” He growled back pointing at you. 

“I don’t care if I got hurt!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair, anxiety shot through your veins, “You can’t do that!” You pointed at his tentacles, “You aren't human! Humans can’t do that!”

“Hurt!” He growled even louder, now grabbing your forearms in demand, firm enough that you couldn’t pull away but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt, “Y/n hurt!” He emphasized as best he could, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he spoke, “Protect!” It was spoken a little word but you understood overall what he meant. 

“Yes you can protect me that’s fine! But you have to act human!” You pointed at yourself, shaking his arm away before forcefully rolling up his sleeve, the marks which were burning red, “Human!” You snapped as you pointed at your own bare arm compared to his, “Not human!” You pointed to JK’s, “You can’t be that careless!” 

You were just lucky that the guy was drunk and hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this, JK’s lips twitched as if he still didn’t agree with you, snapping something back in his own tongue as he roughly shoved his sleeve back down before he went on what sounded like a long rant, the tentacles retracting into his back once more as he threw his arms up and you stepped back a little. 

You had never heard him so...vocal...or angry before...Which you had brought on yourself, you understood he thought it was the right thing to do and it would’ve been fine had he not decided to get his four other tendons involved. You above anything else, didn’t want JK to be taken from you. JK kept going though in his tongue, directly all of his- what sounded like unpleasant words at you as you crossed your arms, looking at the ground with gritted teeth and ignoring the way your eyes were attempting to blur in tears. 

Even if you couldn’t understand him you were positive you didn’t like or agree with whatever he was saying. You fixed your flannel that had been ruffled from the man as you sniffled harshly, trying to ignore the wet warm tears that began trickling down your face. JK had paused from his rant before frowning, watching the liquid trickling down your face as you closed your eyes. 

Puffing a breath he sighed, figuring it wasn’t any use in trying to talk to you anyways, Orion tongue was beyond ancient to human civilization which is why he hadn’t bothered trying to say any sort of phrases in his own language. 

JK couldn’t stand seeing you like this, from what he observed on- if he assumed he was correct- the TV, humans often depicted this as sadness. Unable to stand this gesture JK did what he had watched, wrapping his arms around you in a form of human affection as he set his chin on top of your head, wetness staining his shirt and he held a silent victorious moment at your reciprocation to his affection. Trying to bond with you had been such a pain in the ass with the language barrier and you almost always looked uncomfortable any time he tried to initiate a bonding session. 

True the locations might have been inappropriate but he was excited, he wanted to find a mate and soon, after all that was part of the original plan, even if it wasn’t supposed to be on earth. You had mumbled something he couldn’t quite figure out until you had mentioned the word Home, as in the place you slept. JK nodded, assuming that was where you had intended on going in the first place. 

He had caught sight of you leaving the house extremely upset and he wanted to tag along in hope that maybe with some alone time at the house, you’d both finally be able to properly bond, he could feel his scaling warm a bit and he could even spot a tint of pink from beneath his gloves much to his embarrassment. 

Knowing this was a human affection JK kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked home, your hands on your eyes as you sniffled a little and you hadn’t spoken the entire walk back making him a little sad. Your voice was soft and pleasant on his ears which often picked up too many odd and miscellaneous sounds. 

Pulling off your flannel you sighed, muttering something that he leaned in a little to focus on understanding, knowing it sounded something like an apology. JK only offered a small smile, “Friend?” He spoke softly, he liked that word, it was the first one you had taught him after all. 

You nodded, looking severely tired as you repeated the word back before padding to your room to get changed, little by little JK understood more and more about humanity on Earth which wasn’t exactly new, but rather...a bit archaic by Orionia’s standards.

JK had made sure to go into the room with the odd looking boat to change into clothes, knowing it always elicited an odd reaction from you whenever he changed in front of you. Getting into something more comfortable he could appreciate the human need for comfort. 

Feeling a bit timid he peeped into your room where you laid on your bed, looking half asleep but you gestured him in much to his excitement, understanding bonding wouldn’t likely happen now that you were too tired but he appreciated your company, you made things much easier for his stay on Earth. 

Pulling out your lap held device JK tilted his head, oh…! This was like the mainboard back on the ship, just a smaller version of it, a computer? But a lap verison? He furrowed his brows a little, the name on the tip of his tongue as his nose wrinkled. Much to his delight though you typed up the same place where he had been watching educational videos earlier today. 

He only hoped you’d stay this time, he had been extremely worried the Arbitrator's had found you, your friends however had said multiple times you were just at ‘Class’ whatever that was. And they seemed calm enough and if they knew your routine then...he had no reason to assume they were conspiring with the enemy. 

Much to his happiness you laid back down as you stretched out before curling up, your eyes closing as he clicked onto the video of the ocean, as he had learned Earth held quite the exotic lifeform in the sea. 

It was nearing 11:30 which you had pointed at the clock earlier today except now it was dark out, JK could only deduce there was certain names for eating at certain times of the day, he tapped on his chin, scrolling down the assortment of human entertainment. Wanting something to figure out how to win your affection to be his mate. A loud piercing screech nearly jolted him out of bed, holding his head as he frantically looked towards you before feeling relief fill him. If you couldn’t hear this then…! 

He fumbled as he hurried to the window, pushing through the blinds as he peered out, seeing a large flare being shot up into the sky in a deep hue of blue and purple, that acted as something he saw on a video. A firework, if he remembered correctly. JK perked up, Taehyung and Namjoon must be okay, this was what…? At least ten miles south, in human terms? He remembered that much from the academy. 

JK nearly ran out the door before he paused, his eyes looking over your sleeping figure he...he couldn't just leave you here...and…! He perked up, “Y/n!” He called out, jostling you awake as you rolled over with a groan, “Y/n! Home!” He spoke determined, if he could get you to go with him then he could explain everything. 

“What? JK seriously? This better be important.” You groaned as your eyes tiredly cracked opened at the sight of doe eyes looking at you urgently, he nearly ripping you out of bed with a squeak, “Home!” He spoke as he brought your shoes to you before pointing out the window, “Home!” 

...Oh...oh god, this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it…? 

[hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji]

Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 15

Prompt: A day in the life of a Trancy servant

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Summary: "The demons working at the Trancy estate knew not to sneak. If they stuck to the shadows, they would touch the outsides of Claude’s webs and stir the spider to go on a hunt for what had caused the vibrations. And if they were caught sneaking, Claude would have no reason not to strike." CW: depictions of trauma responses, suicidal intentions, and depression. on the positive side, there's some uh demon flirting 👀

(I'm doing something a little different here - this is an excerpt of a story I'm working on - so this is a rough draft please excuse any odd stuff. This is my interpretation of the Trancy household should they be in the manga, and it kinda incorporates some for all servants of the household....? and a bit of Sebastian too even.... I hope you enjoy the sneak peak!!)

The demons working at the Trancy estate knew not to sneak. If they stuck to the shadows, they would touch the outsides of Claude’s webs and stir the spider to go on a hunt for what had caused the vibrations. And if they were caught sneaking, Claude would have no reason not to strike.

That was how Claude stayed in control. Fear of someone stronger than them. Fear that the one who helped them feed would stop. Fear that the one who let them stay near the person they wanted to help, would change his mind. 

Not all demons were apt enough to work with contracts. It required a finesse. It required a restraint, one even Claude barely had. And not all demons were after food.

So when something was sneaking around, stirring Claude’s webs, Claude had no plan to hold back.

Until he saw who it was.

Turning the doorknob, Claude entered a guest bedroom. Most guest bedrooms had barely been used since his master moved in, offering few social events due to his master’s fiery personality and lack of motivation for such trivialities. At least, that had been the case until as of late, hence why the guest bedrooms had been cleaned and tidied in preparation.

This one was no different. Its dust free, perfected state lay untouched behind the locked door, bed made and pillows fluffed. It lay dormant, waiting for hell to break loose as it always did in the Trancy household. It rested. Patient.

And it was dark. Thunder sounded far off, but it would not bother his master during the night, wind pushing the clouds away from the mansion. However, it did make the evening much darker than normal, hence why Claude held candles in his hand to give off the illusion he needed it to see in the dark.

This time, he used it scare away the shadows, until one did not flinch at the yellow light.

Closing the door behind Claude, he stepped inside the dormant bedroom, yellow-golden eyes immediately finding the shadow.

“Breaking and entering is punishable by human law.”

The shadow faded. Sebastian stepped out, straightening his suit. Red eyes flashed evilly toward Claude. An angry warning to not try anything.

Claude was not phased. But someone had stirred his web, and he would deal with it in whatever way was appropriate.

“Your butler aesthetic would be hurt if you ended up in jail.”

“Ah, so you will call the police then?” Sebastian was testing Claude, voice mocking. They stayed standing on opposite ends of the room staring, unblinking, toward each other. The candle light flickered from a cold draft. “You should get that looked at.”

“I am perfectly capable of tending to the mansion.”

“Are you?”

Claude bit down a remark, jaw tensing.

“I see you have yet to call the police.”

“I am not in need of human laws.”

“No,” Sebastian purred, smirking, “I figured that was the case the moment I entered your… lair.”

Claude’s eye twitched, but he refrained from correcting Sebastian’s words, knowing the demon was trying to get a reaction out of him. “I have heard of you. You are quite well known for choosing excellent meals. I have no doubt your new master is the same.”

“Why thank you, I-“ Sebastian paused, words sinking in.

Claude smirked.

Red eyes flashed once more, and the other demon took a few steps forward. The candles flickered once more, and a distant rumble of thunder vibrated throughout the room. A few drops of rain splattered against the window: a warning of the storm that was about to start.

“I take it your master received our invitation?” Claude offered instead, voice as unmoving and monotone as possible - wanting to offer not a single hint for Sebastian to report back to his master. “Are you here to check whether the pillows are goose feathers or not? I could answer that in a letter too.”

“No need. My master will be bringing his own pillows. He struggles with anything less than perfect, you see.” Sebastian had the gall to not even send a look toward Claude’s pillows. “And we know we need to bring pillows here.”

“Then, if I may, what are you doing here?”

“Ah, I meant not to stir you.” Sebastian took a few more steps closer. “If I had known I would be stepping onto someone else’s hunting grounds, I would have knocked first. I am simply here to… observe.”

“Observe what?” Claude asked.

“I do not know. Is there anything here I ought not to observe? Anything out of the unusual you wish to hide?”

Claude smirked. “Are you asking me whether there’s something going on that would not be happening at another mansion? If so, you should know better by now. I would not waste my time observing the workings of a butler when I already know how they function. Perhaps you wish to learn something from your betters.”

A chuckle left Sebastian, as if he was impressed by the mere sass of the demon before him. “Yes, as I mentioned, though I do not fault you for having hearing problems when working for such a brat who does not know how to speak with a voice meant for inside… I did not know who the butler would be.”

“Figures.” Claude stepped to the side and opened the bedroom door. “Might I escort you out?”

“You may.” Sebastian took the moment of passing by Claude to pause, turn his head, and flash an alluringly seductive look, gaze trailing down the other demon’s form. This time, when his eyes flashed red, Sebastian leaned in a little closer. To humans it would look like invading someone’s personal space. But Sebastian had already done that by stepping into Claude’s web. This was… seduction.

Demons rarely touched others. Others rarely touched them. Even when in bed with a mortal, demons offered the touches, and wanted no affection back. It was a by-product of the vastness of Hell, and the viciousness of demons toward one another. If there was food, demons had to fight for it. There was no love to share. Close proximity was not normal for these creatures aside from using one another. … right? “Aside from the pillows, there’s little wrong with the mansion. My master and I look forward to visiting.”

“My master and I appreciate your kind words.” Claude bowed, successfully bringing himself even closer to Sebastian, who turned his head down to stare at Claude. Both demons licked their lips. Took a moment to stay close to the other, then straightened back up again to glare at the other. “Though we would appreciate little sneaking.”

Sebastian let out another little purr, lip tugging up into a smirk. But he did not reply, instead exiting the guest bedroom and disappearing back out into the shadows. Claude pursed his lips in annoyance. His web lay dormant again.

But he needed to keep his guard up this Christmas, that was for sure.

…

Hours later, when the sun had risen once more, Alois Trancy stood on the roof of his mansion, staring up at the heavens. They were an orange colour at this hour, the sun peaking up from behind tree tops in the far distance. A chill hung in the air from last night’s distant thunderstorm, but the young Earl still stood only in his robes, with nothing underneath. His feet carried him to the edge, toes curling around it. Rain had made things slippery, but Alois was not scared.

He was smiling up at the heavens. Up there, gates to heaven were said to exist which don’t turn any lost soul away. An embrace from a God should exist there… A man so powerful he could create whatever he wanted. But that God had left Alois stuck under his own boot, stuck in an hell where he had no words, no energy to fight back, anymore. No help had come from above… but below.

And now? Now, Alois didn’t need to create anything for himself. He could be all powerful on his own. Now it didn’t matter anymore whether he could fall down a roof and break and crack every bone in his body - because he couldn’t crack his body. Because…

“Your Highness?”

“Claude,” Alois said with a smirk, turning his gaze away from the sky.

“You were not in bed this morning.”

“Obviously,” spat Alois.

Beneath him, Alois noticed Timber, Thompson and Canterbury standing waiting, a net stretched out between them as they stood in a triangle. They were ready to catch Alois in a web.

It made the young boy laugh. Slow at first, then louder and louder.

They were used to this.

It was laughable.

Why did it matter to them outside of a contract…?

“You should come back inside.” Claude calmly walked over the roof toward his master, watching him through narrowed eyes.

“Why?” Alois asked, turning his head to glance at the demon over his shoulder. A nasty glare was present on the boy’s face that darkened his features into less of a victim, and more of a deprived evil.

A silence followed his question. Demon and human stared at each other, neither wanting to be the one forced to speak for different reasons. One wished not to admit the lack of caring. One did not want to admit caring. And vice versa.

Gritting his teeth, Alois finally caved in to his anger: “Answer me, Claude!” No order was given, so Claude remained quiet, attempting to teach his master how their deal worked. “ANSWER ME!” Alas, his master’s patience was not enough.

Stomping his foot childishly, angrily, Alois did the one thing he ought not to when standing barefeet on a slippery roof. Claude, expressionless, watched as Alois’ foot slipped and he went tumbling off. The angry face of the human disappeared in a second to show fear, before disappearing from Claude’s view completely.

Calmly, Claude took his glasses off and cleaned them. A solitary rain drop had landed on his glasses from the lonesome, dark cloud still hanging in the air. With his glasses clean, Claude walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. There, Alois was lying in the triplet’s net, cackling to himself with his hands over his stomach, as if this was the greatest thing to have ever happened to him. Tears escaped the young lord’s eyes from laughter… and sadness…

Hannah watched from inside, hand over her mouth and eyes fearful from having seen the boy fall.

But he had not come to harm.

Jumping out of the net, Alois started dancing; twirling around with his robes spread out as if he was wearing a beautiful ball gown, jumping along as if a partner was guiding him, and humming to himself to an imaginary track playing in his mind. The courtyard was void of garden furniture at this time of the year, offering Alois plenty of space to fool around.

Finally, Alois posed, hands in the air, and turned his gaze up to Claude. Grinning widely, Alois shouted: “Claude! I did as you asked! I came down from the roof!” before falling back into a fit of cackles again.

“Indeed…” Claude hummed, his expression monotone.

Bored.

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[hollandsmushroom]

Broken Rules and Ruined Lace

Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader AU:No Word Count:3,134 A/n:Um, this is just pure filth pretty much, its slightly edited so I hope it is good but I am not sure…I think everything I write is shit so um, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: Smut Masturbation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Slight Degradation, Cum Play, Cum, Dom!Tom, Smut, Oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, spanking(one mention). I think that is everything if not I am sorry.

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It’s not that you wanted to break Tom’s rule, you didn’t want to be his brat, you really wanted to be his good girl. But as soon as you woke up you knew that you were fighting a losing battle and all you could do was try and hold off the inevitable.

You remember when Tom set the rule, both of you laying in bed, your had rested on his sweaty chest as you stared up at his flushed face, entranced by the movement of his lips, they were still wet with your arousal and his spit, the slickness catching the minimal rays of light in the shadowed room causing the thing yet plump flesh to glisten, distracting you from his words.

“Y/n?” he gave your head a light tug, forcing your eyes to meet his “Are ya listening to me?” His accent was thick and words were stern.  

“No, sorry”

“I was saying you can’t touch yourself without permission” he growled, mashing his mouth to yours teeth hitting each other with the pressure of the open mouthed kiss. “So no more of what you did today, you hear me?” he asked, breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss, his eyes looking deep into yours searching for recognition, you gave it to him in the form of a nod and a quiet “Yes, Tommy” before curling even further into him.

As you recalled what that night you knew you should be focusing on the assertiveness he used when speaking to you but all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. On days like these his words never left your mind, but today you were more focused on remembering your cum on his lips. You knew that you needed permission but you didn’t want to bother with asking him if you could get off without him. Deep down you knew the excuse of not wanting to bother him was simply that, an excuse because you knew what his answer would be and it would be so much easier to disobey if he didn’t know that you had been thinking about it already, if he didn’t know to check if you had broken, if he didn’t remind you of the consequences.

When you had woken up Tom was already gone, you knew that he had press for Spider-Man No Way Home which was premiering tonight, your cunt on the other hand, had a mind of its own. As soon as you had fully awoken you felt a heat in your core, a fire that was waiting to be stoked, one that the clenching of your thighs in an attempt to alleviate the desire only worsened. A small whimper passing your lips as your thighs pressed your labia together, applying pressure to your swollen clit. You tried to ignore it, hauling your ass out of bed and to the kitchen, fixing yourself a nice cup of tea, sipping slowly as you tried to focus on anything else. The burn of the hot liquid on your tongue or how the marble counter was digging into your lower back, even Tessa’s cold nose nuzzling your calf, but nothing was working.

Deciding to put off making a choice until after breakfast, you fixed yourself something to eat. Focusing on the food in front of you as you did your best not to burn anything. Your brain was a debate, divided and arguing over the pros and cons. The pros were simply that you would get off, that the burning itch of ecstasy would go away, the cons well out weighed them, Tom’s punishment should have been threat enough but the state you were in was something past rationality. You surprised yourself by your decision that you were gonna do it. Eyes looking at the clock on the oven, the digital flash of numbers alerting you that Tom would be home in a couple hours, enough time for you to have your fun and not get caught.

You felt a little bad about disobeying Tom, but as soon as your hypersensitive skin met your sheets, and the pads of your fingers touched your clit, all guilt evaporated from you. Your mind was on him the whole time, how his fingers felt in you and on you. Pinching your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger, rolling the nub gently as you rubbed your clit furiously. Your body had been ready to go since you woke up, your orgasm building mere minutes after you began, your fingers covered in your slickness, you wished they could be cleaned by Tom’s tongue. You wanted it to be his fingers or better yet his cock that grazed over your g-spot making you dive into the pool of ecstasy that overflowed in your lower belly. You came down from your high, eyes falling upon the large blotch of liquid that squirted from your core, tainting your pure grey sheets, you assured yourself that it would dry before Tom got home not finding it in you to change the bed sheets.

You felt much more calm, your body feeling less like it was vibrating in a high speed desire ridden anxiety, it felt like you could breath and like you weren’t about to explode. You looked at the clock, knowing that you needed to get ready and you still had just over enough time to get yourself to the state that was presentable to the world. Making your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, scrubbing your hands clean, trying to rid them of your strong scent.

Tom came home from the press junket an hour later, already ready for the event, having had to be all put together since this morning for press. You heard him, his footsteps sounding on the hardwood floor followed loudly by Tessa’s claws clicking as she ran up to him, his voice was tired and beautiful, sounding like home and calling to you.

“Love, you here?”

“Up here Tommy” you shouted in response, continuing to apply your final bits of makeup to be prepared for the evening, specifically the red carpet.  Tom followed the sweet notes of your voice, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to ground himself from all the insanity that was the countless interviews. Tom found his plans changing when he saw something on the covers of your shared bed, his eyes catching on some patches of dampness on the grey duvet cover, they were mostly dry but still altering the color of the sheet a shade darker than it would normally be. His eyebrows raised up his forehead he went to check it was, making sure that Tessa hadn’t peed on the bed again. As soon as got near the spots a familiar scent hit him, arguably his favorite smell, one that almost always made his cock harden, the only exception being when he was already fucked out. It was the smell of your arousal, your cum to be more specific.

He was confused, you hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so why would your cum be on the sheets, unless you broke his rule. He felt a fury boil inside of him, mindlessly drawing him to where you stood in front of the mirror preparing yourself for the premier of his movie tonight.

“Hi Tommy!” you spoke excitedly as you could, your focus on the spooly in your hand applying mascara to your lashes. Without a word his hand wrapped around your wrist pulling your dominant hand to his face.

“Tom what the fuck” you exclaimed, angry that he had interupted you and almost ruined your face of make up but that anger melted quickly, realizing what he was doing as he unfurled your pointer and middle finger from around the mascara wand, bringing them to his nose as he glared at you.

The scent was faint on his nose, not as noticeable as it had been on the bed sheets but yet it was still present, hidden under multiple bouts of hand washing trying to rinse your disobedience down the drain with your lavender scented hand soap but clearly you hadn’t be thorough enough, the faintest hint still present.

“Tom, I-”

“No talking” he bit at you, your mouth shutting immediately as you nodded at his words. He pushed his body against yours, the imprint of his dick showing through his trousers before it pressed against you. His lips burn the skin on your neck before scratching his teeth over the juncture of your shoulder and your collar bone, biting down hard, making you hiss at the pain. “You broke the rule, I should have expected that you being the little fucking brat that you are” he chastized, his fingers bunching up the edges of your dress, hiking it up until the ruffled silk sat above the round of yoru ass, you barely clothed core visible to Tom’s hungry eyes as he knelt infront of you, fingers slipping inbetween your thighs and forcing them apart, a wave of yoru arousal hitting his nose. “You smell so sweet, I would love to devour your pretty little cunt but that’s only for good girls’’ he leans in and bites your mons, the lace barely protecting you from the blunt of his teeth.

The lace scrunched up beneath his teeth as he tugged it farther from your burning skin, pulling them downwards as he exposed your core, mouth watering as he saw your wetness connect to the crotch of your panties to your cunt. He had to remind himself that he couldn’t that you didn’t deserve it, that he was angry with you, but god did you look fucking delicious.

“Im gonna fuck you so hard, your legs are gonna shake the whole way down the red carpet, you’re gonna need me there to hold you up, even though you don’t need me cause you got off on your own” Tom spat, undoing his belt buckle.

“I do need you” you whimpered, the cold on your core nearing pain, all the blood rushing between your thighs increasing your sensitivity, the contrast of the chilled atmosphere on your burning skin already too much for you to handle.

“What did I say about talking, pretty girl” his often soothing voice coming out as a snarl. Taking the base of his cock he ran his tip through your folds, coming downwards over your clit before stopping at your entrance, thrusting into you without any warning, fully entering you with the first thrust. Tom watched as you bit your lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

“Good girl, stay quiet” he ordered as he started to thrust, the impetus of his hips making his balls slap against your taint, a jolt rolling up your spine as you felt every inch of him pulsing inside of you.

You wanted to scream, to whine, to moan, but all you could do was bite your lip as the pleasure started to overtake your body, every inch of your body being set aflame as Tom continued his thrusts. Tears were pricking your eyes as his hand gripped into your yielding and supple flesh, you felt your orgasm building, and you knew that Tom was too, his tip twitching against your walls, but just as you were about to unravel he pulled out, grabbing his cock and sliding his hand up and down it, thick white spools of cum shooting out, and landing on your panties, tainting the french lingerie that Tom had bought you on a romantic get away not long before. You were less worried about the lace, more about the intensified burning between your thighs that you now knew wasn’t being satisfied or eased anytime soon.

“It’s time to go,” Tom informed, pulling back from you leaving you standing there, your face portraying nothing but shock, eyes flitting between the cum that tainted your red lace panties and Tom’s smirking face. He tugged your panties back up your legs, soothing the lace over your core and spreading the cum across your folds before planting a kiss on your lips. “Come on” he tugged your wrist and led you down stairs to head to the event.

At the red carpet you felt his cum cooling on your folds and slipping between them, spreading around with every single step you took, you felt it seeping through your lace, smearing on your thighs and making them sticky. It was all you could think about the whole evening, how it continued to spread and absorb into your soft skin, it felt too much, and he wasn’t even touching you. Tom could tell how much it was affecting you, occasionally rubbing his hand up your thigh and gathering a little on his fingers, sneakily placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. When you arrived home, you were a mess, your thighs sticking with his cum but slipping with your own arousal. It was enough to make you cum just thinking about it, and you were pretty sure you could if given the chance, but you weren’t. As soon as you reached the solace of your bedroom Tom spoke up, really the first time since before the event.

“Let’s get ready for bed” he suggested, causing a frown to overtake your face, but not wanting to make things worse you gave a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, grabbing one of Tom’s shirts on the way in there. You stripped yourself of your constraining dress, slipping on the loose fabric, and involuntary sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of freedom. You had already finished your nightly routine when Tom came in, you were right about to sit down and clean yourself up when he caught you by the waist.

“Nuh uh, don’t clean yourself up yet” he whispered, breath hot on your neck making goosebumps spread wherever his breath touched. “Go lay on the bed and wait for me” he ordered, placing a soft kiss beneath your ear. Spinning you in the direction of the door, and laying a slap on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away.

You laid down on the bed, you were stuck on thinking about what was about to happen, having been nearly positive that you already got your punishment for your disobedience. Tom sensed your confusion as soon as he walked into the room, standing at the end of the bed for a moment, watching you as you watched him, his eyes eager as they caught your pussy peeking out from beneath the hem of your shirt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue” was all he said before he was on you kissing his way down your body, lifting up the oversized shirt that now covered your body, nothing underneath it. The soft cotton bunching up much like your dress had earlier in the evening.

“Look at this cunt, so fucking gorgeous” Tom groaned, looking at how his cum still covered the lips of your pussy. “I love seeing my cum on you” his tongue flicked out and licked some of the arousal that was leaking from your entrance, the mixture of his spunk and your slick delicious on his taste buds.

“Tommy I want you in me” you whimpered, tugging on his hair.

“Nuh uh baby girl, I’m letting you cum on my tongue, you don’t get to be greedy, “ he growled, softly sinking his teeth into your clit. “You can moan, you can touch me, but you will only cum when I tell you too” you nodded your head eagerly, at the point where you would have agreed to anything just to have him touch you properly. He said nothing else, no words, no noise, simply licking over the closed lips of your pussy, enjoying the taste, if he hadn’t drained his cock earlier he knew that he would have been hard, and he was actually happy he wasn’t, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold out from fucking you to completion if he was.

“Taste so fucking good, baby” he slipped his tongue between your lips, licking over the folds and vallies that lined the inside of your vulva.

“Tom T-t-Tom you feel so- fuck good” you moaned, threading yoru fingers in his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you trying to smear your cunt across his face, but he fought back, he was gonna make you cum, but in his own time. Finally after multiple minutes of kitten licks and light kisses between your folds he fully delved into your cunt. Licking a heated spitty stripe from entrance to clit. He pulled back and spat on your clit, rubbing his nose against it as his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking the inside of nudging that one spot deep inside of you as his nose bumped into your clit. He continued this action over and over again, the thrust of his tongue increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Tommy, I-I-I’m gonna cum” you whimpered, your legs trying to clamp around his head but his hands held them in place.

“Cum on baby, cum on my face” he spoke into your cunt as he sped up his movements, letting pushing you over the edge, and you fell, your back arching off the sheets as your body tensed, toes curling into the duvet as your breath was pulled from you lips, a silent scream on your mouth. He held you through your orgasm, only tearing away from your pussy when he was sure he had milked you of everything that you had. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you, your eyes were clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath. Your high, leaving you so blissed out that you didn’t realize Tom had left and come back until a cool wet towel soothed your burning core, a sigh escaping your lips.

Throwing the towel into the hamper he crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into him. His touch still burned your skin, the need to unravel around him still not having been satiated. He seemed to sense your tension, rubbing his hand down your back and breaking the thick silence in the air.

“You’ll get what you want tomorrow morning, love, I promise, but don’t you dare think of getting off while I’m asleep,” he hummed, kissing your temple before turning off the light. You wanted to whine, to complain and be a brat but you knew that would just get you even farther from cumming around Tom’s pretty cock, so you maintained your peaceful silence, eyes fluttering shut just thinking of what you were gonna get the next morning.

@thehumanistsdiary @spydeysense​

[callme-barnes]

Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

[moonknightly]

now all you see is red : santiago garcia x reader

Word Count: 3.6k+

Excerpt: “There’s you, and God, Santi would let you completely ruin him.”

Warnings: Smut (18+), choking, spanking, light bondage, dom/sub dynamic, light degradation/humiliation, rough sex, angry sex, dirty talk

Santiago is familiar with anger.

He knows it well, he’s used to the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth, the smoke he can never fully push from his lungs, the way flames lick at his fingertips as his blood boils in his veins. He’s used to the sharp bite and unrelenting sting, he knows the exact sound his fist is going to make when it meets drywall, can hear each bone crack on impact and can feel the sensation of his knuckles splitting open, can visualize the black and blue bruises that will mark his skin for weeks to come.

They might as well be permanent, he never feels like himself without those damn bruises anymore. They’ve become an integral part of him, just like the scar on the back of his neck and the weight he carries on his shoulders day in and day out.

Just like his anger.

He needs it, he doesn’t remember how to get through without it. Anger isn’t a stranger to the ex soldier, but a lover.

It’s a dance so intimate, one he’s performed thousands and thousands of times before. It keeps him grounded, reminds him that he’s real, that he’s here. He’s alive and he’s breathing, he’s not lying at the bottom of a ditch in a foreign country with a bullet in his side, rotting. He made it out, he’s earned his temper.

He’s in control. He has the power, and nothing is going to hurt him again. He won’t let it.

Except, that’s not entirely true.

There’s you, and God, Santi would let you completely ruin him.

And you have, you so have. You’ve fucking wrecked him, but he refuses to let you see it, he doesn’t even fully understand it himself. In all of the years you’ve known each other, Santi’s been able to keep that little secret to himself, and he’s not about to give it up now, he doesn’t need that shit.

What he needs is the control back in the palm of his hand after losing it for the last week. He needs to feel some sense of power after spending seven days in unfamiliar territory, feeling utterly torn apart by grief and worry.

They’d lost contact with you on your last assignment, and an entire week had gone by without so much as a word until you suddenly showed up at base, seemingly fine. Santi hadn’t been able to find even a scratch on your perfect skin, and he’d checked several times just to be sure. You’re fine.

But Santi isn’t. Fuck, he is so fucking far from fine, he feels like he’s going to be sick. His initial relief is fading fast, threatening to turn into something that he has no desire to feel, something he doesn’t know how to handle. He doesn’t want it, doesn’t need it.

He needs his control, his power. He needs familiarity.

So he latches onto the subtlest spark of anger the moment it strikes. He takes it and he fucking runs.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

His voice is eerily calm, almost chilling and it doesn’t waiver for even a second. It’s collected while the rest of him isn’t, but it’s enough to get him through. It’ll do.

“What do you mean?”

You’re sitting at the end of the bed, unlacing your boots, desperate to get out of them and into something comfortable. Santi keeps his eyes glued to you, tracking your every movement with expert precision that he’s spent his entire life mastering.

“A week. You went a fucking week without report.”

You seem almost annoyed, and really, you are — you’d spent the last hour getting the same lecture from your boss, you don’t need it from your boyfriend too even though it’s inevitable, so you shrug in response, and Santiago feels another white hot flash.

It’s perfect. He’ll take it.

“It would’ve compromised the mission, he was onto me. I’m fine.”

You’re fine. He laughs bitterly at that.

“I’m glad you’re fine, princesa,” he hums, not thinking about how he enunciates his words as he stalks towards you, painstakingly slow, brown eyes never straying from his target.

He’s quick, his reflexes sharp, and he has your chin between his fingers before you even register his hand moving.

“But that’s not a fucking excuse. You know your safety comes before anything else and we had no way to help you.”

“But I was safe.”

“But how were we supposed to know that, huh?” He shakes your head in his grip, like it’s enough to get you to see his way. “You could’ve been dead for all we knew. Do you have any idea what-”

He stops himself. That unfamiliar emotion is bubbling in the pit of his stomach again, and he pushes it away, down, down, down where it can’t touch him, can’t hurt him.

He needs another spark.

But now, he’s struggling to find it, and it’s clear. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you watch him wrestle with himself and hesitate, and he panics when your lips part because he knows you’re getting ready to ask him if he’s okay and he doesn’t fucking want you to. He doesn’t want to answer you.

So he just growls again, his hand moving to the back of your neck where he pushes your head forward until your lips meet his in a kiss that’s anything but gentle.

It’s all teeth and desperation and frustration and just like your annoyance, it’s perfect. Santi clings to that frustration to fuel his anger again, and he’s satisfied when it works and he feels the familiar tendrils of rage wrap themselves around his body. His free hand moves to your shirt, and he uses his grip to haul you to your feet only to shove you towards the dresser. You catch yourself, knocking a few things off in the process but you don’t care. You love it when he gets like this.

“Santi-”

“No.” He’s behind you again, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so your neck is perfectly exposed to him, breath hot against your skin. “Don’t you dare say a fuckin’ word, understand?”

You nod obediently — you’ve always taken orders as well as he gives him.

“Good girl.”

He nips at your neck once, twice, three times before he sinks his teeth in, biting down, marking you and he smirks when he feels your knees buckle just slightly. You’re struggling to hold yourself up already and he’s hardly touched you.

His hand travels around to the front of your neck and he wraps his fingers around your throat, not applying any pressure, simply just holding them there. He feels your pulse thrum under his fingertips and he counts along for a moment, smirking at just how quick your heart is beating.

“Nervous baby?”

You hesitate, and he feels you gulp, feels the way you shift just slightly under his touch.

“No.”

He tsks, sighing in your ear almost disapprovingly. He lets his grip tighten around your throat, and he revels in the sound of you trying to pull in air before he cuts you off completely.

“Maybe you should be.”

His free hand slams between your shoulder blades and you’re suddenly flat against the dresser, the force of it knocking what little air you had left in your lungs out. He gives you a second, just a second to use your safeword or to tell him to go a little easy, but you don’t.

He knows you’ll tell him if he needs to take it down a notch.

There’s nothing slow or patient about Santiago’s touch. It’s urgent, each movement made with purpose, never lingering, he doesn’t have time for that. He just wants to feel you, just wants to feel that anger and the pleasure and nothing else.

He pulls your jeans down your thighs, not bothering to get them all the way off or worry about your shirt. His eyes are immediately on your ass, and he growls when he sees that you’re wearing his favorite color — red. He loves you in red.

Not enough to save the panties for another day though. He rips them clean off your body, the stretching, tearing sound of fabric making him groan alongside your gasp.

“Open your mouth.”

You don’t hear him the first time, too absorbed in the feeling running through you. He smacks your ass, hard, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. The moan that leaves your lips might just be the most sinful sound Santi has ever heard.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

This time, you hear him, and you obey just like he knew you would, opening your mouth for him to stuff your panties into.

“Fuck I can smell you on them from here princesa.”

He loves it. He loves it so fucking much. He smacks your ass a second time, feeling it turn hot under his touch, then he does it again and again and again until he’s satisfied with the way you flinch, until you’re laying limp against the dresser with tears running down your cheeks.

“Color?”

Like he said before, your safety means more to him than anything else, and through his anger he still always checks in to make sure you’re okay to continue. He never wants it to get to a point where he actually hurts you, even though he knows what your body can take, even though he knows you’d let him, you’d even ask him to.

You can’t speak with your panties in your mouth, but one finger means green, two means yellow, and three means red. You hold up one, and he lands one final blow just to see if your answer changes. You still only hold up one.

“Good girl.”

He grabs your wrists and drags you back towards the mattress, and you immediately fall face down ass up just how you know he likes, but now he hesitates.

His knees are bothering him today, more so than usual, and he doesn’t know if he can kneel behind you long enough to fuck you how he wants to.

That only makes him angrier, feeling like he can’t perform. Feeling like he’s not good enough, like he’s failing in a field where he’s always personally felt like he’s excelled.

All he sees is red and you and it’s the exact distraction he’s been looking for, the perfect combination. His blood burns, his fingers burn, his mind is fucking screaming your name and nothing else. There’s nothing but you and the rage boiling in the pit of his stomach.

It’s intoxicating, it’s everything, it’s familiar.

“No, no no,” he laughs, shaking his head as he undoes his belt, hastily pulling it through the loops of his jeans. “On your side, hands behind your back.”

He’s on you the second you're in position, tightening his belt around your wrists so you can’t move them, can’t touch him. He chuckles darkly when your fingers wiggle around in search of something to hold onto.

“Poor baby,” he hums, voice completely condescending and he loves the way your eyes roll at the tone of his voice. He loves that you get off on this just as much as he does, he loves that you dance with his temper, that you know it almost as well.

He’s so fucking hard. He can’t wait any longer.

He doesn’t check with his fingers to make sure you’re wet enough to take him, he knows you are. He can smell you, he can see your juices glisten when he hoists your leg up to reveal your pussy to him. You’re always so wet, always so ready for him.

And he’s more than ready for you, stroking himself in the palm of his hand while he looks you over with hungry, dark eyes. His hand is nothing compared to the warmth and pleasure he knows you’ll bring him, there’s not a damn thing in this world that can make him come as hard as you.

He lays behind you, continuing to pump his length as he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, nudging at your clit and smearing his precome all around. He can feel you clench, can feel you try to pull him in as you start rocking your hips against him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re acting like a fuckin’ whore for my cock babygirl. You need it, huh? You need me?”

You immediately start trying to beg through your makeshift gag and normally, that would only earn you more teasing but just like you, he can’t take it. He needs you just as much, if not more.

His nails dig into your left hip as he pushes himself against your entrance, leaving little crescent shaped indents in your skin, his grip so tight you both know it’ll bruise but it’s more than fine, it’s so good. He stops, wanting to drag it out for just a moment longer and your begging only continues, growing louder and louder until Santiago finally gives in.

All it takes is one sharp thrust and he’s so deep inside of you, spreading you open on his cock, tearing your walls apart to make room for his length, your bodies flush against each other. His free arm is wrapped underneath your body, his hand finding your neck again as he quickly sets his pace, not giving you more than a single second to even attempt to adjust to him.

It’s hard, it’s fast, it’s dirty and your cunt is squelching around him so deliciously, the sound only pushing him further — he doesn’t know if he wants to slow down so he can listen to it properly or if he wants to go faster.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your ear, his voice gravely and rough and he thrills in the way it makes you shiver. “Fuck you’re so tight, you’re squeezing my fucking dick baby. How’re you this tight?”

You only let out a moan that’s somewhere between a sob and a scream, and that sound alone is so entirely hot in itself, it’s enough to make his toes curl. He wants to pull that noise from you again and again and again, he wants you shaking and gasping and writhing. He starts using your hips for more leverage, knowing that he can get you to cry and whine for him this way.

You squirm and jolt each time he brings you back onto his cock, every time he hits that spot you didn’t believe existed until he fucked you for the first time and he wants to explode as he watches you struggle to take it.

He knows you’ll hold up your fingers if you need him to stop, but he still pulls your panties out of your mouth just so he can hear it, just so can listen for your words. You never say them, you only scream and cry and moan about how good it feels, how he’s pounding your pussy better than anyone ever has and how you never want him to stop.

“Yeah baby?” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe, tugging on it as he thrusts harder and harder. “This my pussy princesa? Tell me.”

“It’s yours,” you sob, clenching around him over and over. “God Santi, it’s yours, I’m yours.”

“That’s fuckin’ right baby, that’s it.”

He tightens his grip around your neck, his left hand moving from your hip to your clit, fingers matching the pace of his thrusts. He’s rubbing you so hard, he’s almost surprised when you angle yourself closer, but that’s his girl. That’s his fucking girl.

Santi can tell you’re close when your sounds grow higher in pitch and when he no longer needs to drag you back into his thrusts — you’re doing all the work for him, moving on your own accord, searching for that last little push you need to get over the edge and he lets you.

He lets you control the pace, lets you take what you need and that’s when that unfamiliar, unwelcome feeling enters his stomach again. He tries to ignore it, tries to push it away, tries to tap back into the anger but once it’s gone, it’s gone.

Now he’s just frustrated, but he doesn’t let himself get distracted, not when you’re on his cock, bringing yourself closer and closer to an orgasm he doesn’t want to miss a second of.

He rolls onto his back suddenly, catching you off guard but he steadies you on top of him and uses your bound wrists to continue rocking you on his length while you get adjusted again. He brings his free hand back to your clit, just like before and it’s not long before you’re right on the brink of coming again. Santi’s right there with you, watching you roll your hips and bounce on his cock, impaling yourself on him again and again. You’re so full of him, he only wants to fill you more.

He thinks he might actually let go first, but then you’re falling apart on top of him in a matter of seconds, sobbing his name so loudly while your thighs quiver and your body trembles. That’s what finally does it for him, and he comes inside of you with a deep groan that echoes in his chest, his back arching completely off the bed in an attempt to get even closer to you. He quickly grabs your hips again so he can continue to piston himself up into you, watching your combined release leak out of your pussy and coat his cock in glistening white. He only moans, quieter this time, and fucks it back into you, his pace slowing as his cock twitches over and over and quickly becomes oversensitive.

He doesn’t forget to undo your hands before he pulls you back onto his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face into your neck. He’s working hard to catch his breath, and he hopes that that’s all you think he’s doing when really, he’s having to put twice as much effort into not falling apart.

His chest is heaving with emotion, his eyes are filling with tears that he refuses to let spill over. His anger is completely gone and only this remains. He doesn’t know how to control it, doesn’t know what to do with it and he hates it. He hates it so much.

And you notice, of course you fucking notice. He’s slow to launch into aftercare and it’s obvious that he’s distracted through it, something heavy weighing on his mind.

“Santi, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“You didn’t fucking call.”

His voice waivers and cracks and his cheeks immediately turn red, though he’s not sure if it’s from embarrassment or this feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

“What if something happened to you? You didn’t call.”

“Santi,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair, and he’s frustrated all over again. Usually he’s so good at reading you, he knows you like the back of his hand, but again he’s unsure about the emotion. He doesn’t know if you’re exasperated or if you’re concerned. He doesn’t wait to find out.

“You have any idea what was going through my head,” he bites, wiping furiously at his eyes. “I thought you were dead.”

He doesn’t see the expression on your face, doesn’t see how his words hit you right in the chest and shatter your heart. He misses the way you swallow the lump in your throat and he doesn’t see your hands start to shake, but he feels them when they cup his cheeks. His shoulders slump at the contact, and then Santi just breaks.

“You didn’t fucking call, why didn’t you fucking call?”

He chokes on a sob, coughing to try and rid himself of it but it doesn’t work. He hides his face into his hands, shoulders shaking as he softly cries and he’s just happy that he’s able to keep himself quiet.

“Oh sweet boy, come here.”

Santi let’s you pull him into your arms, he lets you comfort him in a way he didn’t know he needed, in a way he never even imagined wanting.

And he lets himself feel all of that unwanted emotion, because he needs to get it the fuck out. He doesn’t want to hold onto it like he does with his anger, he doesn’t want it dancing in his veins. He never, ever wants to feel this way again.

Santiago is familiar with anger.

But he’s completely unfamiliar with the fear of losing you. He’s not used to the nausea or the way his hands shake with panic, the way his chest feels like it’s going to collapse in on itself. He’s not used to any of it, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

He doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.

But at some point in the middle of the night, he looks up and he sees you, still holding him, still comforting him, and it suddenly hits. Suddenly, he understands.

It’s you.

This is how you’ve ruined him.

You’ve made him feel things he’s been pushing away for so long, things he’s tried so desperately to keep under lock and key where it can never hurt him.

You’ve stripped him of his control, his power. You’ve taken away his anger and you’ve replaced the throbbing bruises on his knuckles, the smoke in his lungs and the blood that paints his vision.

He doesn’t see red, he only sees you.

Santiago is familiar with you.

[kafka-ish]

the drunken words you spoke last night (1) | b.d.

one thing leads to another and before she knows it, y/n's longtime crush becomes a casual fuck.

word count: 2,893

warnings/included: nsfw (explicit smut -- male x female, pretty vanilla), fem!reader, angst(?), also a lot of this is written in italics cuz of flashbacks

a/n: sorry it's been so long since i've written anything!!

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It was never supposed to end up like this. Just one quick fuck was all it was supposed to be; which lead to another one, then another one, then another one…

y/n watches as Bill scurries around the room, searching for his shirt. She’s noiseless and he doesn’t know she’s awake yet. He does a good job at being quiet, making sure not to disturb what he thinks is a sleeping y/n. The grey baseball tee he wore to her place last night turned out to be underneath her bed—how it got there was a different story. The silence is broken when Bill opens the door and is met with a large creaking sound.

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look—

He regrets it immediately when he sees y/n, her back against her bedframe. She’s wide-eyed from watching him with such intent.

“Hu-hey.” Bill swallows the saliva gathering in the back of his throat. “I, uh, I didn’t nuh-know—”

“It’s fine.” y/n says her words with such ease and for a moment Bill’s jealous. He wants to know a life without speech therapy, a life without the nickname Stuttering Bill. And most of all, he wants to know a life without loving someone who won’t love you back.

“So, you’re not staying?” y/n does her best to conceal the insecurity in her voice but it’s hard. She doesn’t want to come off as needy or clingy, but she wants a response she already knows the answer to.

“I duh-didn’t want t-to wake you.” Bill shrugs as he says this. Half of it was true—he really didn’t want to wake y/n but seeing as she was already up his excuse fell flat.

“Right.” It takes everything for y/n to not roll her eyes as she replies through gritted teeth.

“So…” Bill’s left foot is digging into the carpet and his fingers find themselves intertwined together.

“So.” y/n herself is picking at loose strings from her worn-out comforter. Her eyes avert from their previous lock on his figure and she doesn’t know what to do with the lump in the back of her throat. She’s annoyed—no—furious.

It was never supposed to end up like this.

“Hey,” Bill answered the door in low-rise sweats and shirtless. “What’s u—”

He’s cut off and taken aback with a messy kiss. It’s bold, breathtaking, and smelled like vodka—nothing he’d ever expect from y/n. Once the shock had passed, he felt his eyes flutter shut and he became lax under her touch.

“I need you,” y/n mumbled helplessly in between kisses. Her fingers which had previously been confidently intertwined around his neck were now reaching for the ends of her shirt.

“W-Wait—what?” Bill’s still hazy from the blunt he smoked earlier and everything’s going so fast.

“You heard me.” Uh, not really. She pressed another kiss to his already swollen lips and the feeling of his skin on hers feels a hundred times better than what she imagined it to be. “Fuck.” Her hips press up to his, but Bill can’t revel in the delicious spark their jeans create every time her hips meet his.

The Denbrough’s front door is still open.

“y/n,” Bill spoke. He tried to say it firmly, but it came out as more of a breath than an assertion.

“Hmm?” The noises coming from her are downright pornographic, which only made Bill wonder what the rest of the night will be like.

“I have to shut the door,” he whispered. His breath tickled her neck and y/n felt her face grow hotter—if that was even possible. Reluctantly, y/n relieved Bill of her possessive grip so he could shut the door. But, immediately, he noticed he’s cold—freezing, even. But how can Bill be cold in the middle of July—Maine’s hottest month?

y/n’s quick to reassume her previous position—arms swung around his tanned neck, hips bucked up desperately to meet his.

“Wuh-we should take this somewhere more comfortable. Sh-shouldn’t we?” Bill only stuttered when he’s nervous now. It’s cute.

She pressed a quick kiss onto his jawline. If there weren’t remnants of her lipstick on his skin, he’d assume he was dreaming. “Okay,” she hummed into the spot her lips had just previously grazed over. Bill shivers.

He led the two of them up the stairs and into his room. The trip is slow. Bill’s careful to make sure y/n didn’t trip or snag her top on the railing. What a gentleman.

“Bill,” she whined.

That night, Bill decided his favorite sound was her voice calling his name. He’s always loved the sound of y/n’s voice and the way his name rolled off her tongue (“Bill, watch!” “Bill are you coming?”). But this was different. Tonight was different.

“Bill, I need you.” He turned to y/n who wore a pout as she followed Bill closely into his room. It’s pitch black but Bill doesn’t need to turn on a light to know his way around.

The back of y/n’s calves hit his bed with a light thump followed by another whimper.

“Shh,” Bill cooed into her hair…

y/n awoke that morning with her too-tight tank top and faded denim shorts replaced with one of Bill’s graphic tees that drape over her figure like a dress. She finds half of her eyeliner and lipstick-stained on Bill’s grey pillowcase and there’s an empty space next to her where Bill once lay.

“Fuck,” y/n whispered to herself. She can’t remember the events that happened last night, and the pounding in her head doesn’t make it any better. But the way the sheets around her creased and wrinkled, and the way her collarbone peaked out of Bill’s Led Zeppelin tee made her skin crawl and her stomach turn.

“Hey.”

Bill’s scratchy morning voice startled y/n. His perfect tall and slender figure slanted against the doorframe and y/n had to compose herself under his sheets the way she’s done all her life.

“Hi,” she swallowed thickly. Her breathing started to pick up along with her pulse and when did it get so hot in here?

“Do you want breakfast?” Bill made a motion towards the kitchen downstairs. “My parents aren’t home still. I guh-guess they’re still out.” Bill’s parents were always “out”.

y/n only nodded.

“Look, about last night—”

“Whatever happened last night, I can—”

“Did you mean it?” Bill cut her off, not even listening to the word vomit spilling from y/n’s splotchy lips.

“Mean what?” y/n’s ungroomed eyebrows furrowed together inquisitively because what the fuck? What on earth happened last night that could have left Bill Denbrough wondering for answers in the morning?

“Wuh-when you said that stuff about needing me.” From the flushed cheeks and timid words, y/n could tell Bill felt awkward saying to her what he’d just said.

Mortification took the form of y/n y/l/n that morning. The tiny hairs on her neck started to rise and goosebumps shot a trail down her forearms.

Bill crept forward after he didn’t receive a response. His face was only a few inches away from y/n’s. The swoosh of his I-just-woke-up hair framed his hairline like an auburn halo. To make matters worse, the morning sun shone directly on his skin, giving him a god-like glow.

“Did you?” His minty breath hit her face. Colgate.

Instead of watching his swimmingly blue eyes—swimming for answers, an indication, anything—she watched his lips. She admired how rosy they were even in the morning. She admired the curl of his cupid’s bow. She admired how soft they looked and felt as she bit the bullet and shoved herself forward to kiss him.

This kiss is different from last night. It’s daring, yet nervous; sweet, but awkward. It’s not the same as her desperate kisses from when she was wasted. This kiss is slow, thoughtful—

Bill pulled away. His breaths grew heavy, and his eyesight got hazy. The only thing he could think to do was go in for another kiss. So, he did. He’s quick to capture her bottom lip with his and cup her jawline in the palm of his hand.

Bill’s impatient now. His parents were gone, and he had a beautiful girl in his bed. What else was a teenage boy to do? In a flash of flesh, Bill’s shirt was gone.

“Do-do you want this?” He asked before he made the effort to remove any other articles of clothing and possibly embarrass himself further. Of course, Bill would be perfectly fine with getting off in the other room with just his bruised ego and bare chest to keep him company.

But y/n was fast to reply “yes” and press yet another kiss on Bill’s swollen lips. Their flesh pinned against each other’s elicited a feeling inside the two that both y/n and Bill had never felt before.

“You smell good,” Bill murmured against her shoulder. The words slipped out of his mouth like a hockey puck on ice. “I bet you taste even better.”

y/n grew flustered at the sudden statement. It wasn’t like Bill to confess something like that—at least not to her. Before another moan, like the ones from last night, could claw its way out of her throat, y/n caught Bill sliding the elastic of his grey sweats down his long legs.

He’s in his boxers. y/n could only catch glimpses of streaks of greens and yellows but didn’t get a chance to look at them for long as her attention was redirected to taking off her—Bill’s—shirt.

Although he knew it wasn’t gentlemanly, Bill could only stare at y/n’s bra-clad chest. It’s just black, simple, classic. But it hugged y/n’s figure effortlessly and contorted her shape perfectly.

“Bill?” y/n wondered aloud. His silence worried her, but she has nothing to worry about—she’s got Bill hooked like a fish.

Her meek words snapped Bill out of his trance, which allowed him to press another kiss onto her lips before he trailed down to her neck. Each graze of his lips turned her into a moaning mess. Bill wished he could say he was surprised, but he wasn’t, not from when he remembered the events from last night so vividly.

His lips lingered a little longer on a certain spot just above her collarbone that made y/n’s lips part so erotic-like, Bill thought he might cum at the sight.

But he wouldn’t allow himself to release just mere seconds in of making out with his dream girl—even if it pained him.

He released his lips from her skin, leaving a bruise. Bill chuckled to himself. At least, if he can’t have her, he can pretend he does for these few moments until she leaves for home and covers his mark with her trusty concealer.

Their lips clashed again. It was hard and rough—y/n’s more dominant than she let on and before either of them realized, she was on top: legs straddled Bill’s torso, nimble fingers gripped at his skin where a shirt used to be, and her lips viscously stained his red with what was left of her lipstick from last night.

Bill’s the one to moan this time. The sound was throaty and gruff, which sent shocks straight to y/n’s core. She bucked up, causing Bill to moan again and the cycle repeats.

“Fuck, y/n, I need you.” y/n liked this side of Bill: the bolder, dominant side; the speak-your-mind side. But most of all, y/n liked Bill.

She giggled at his words. She loved the way his voice cracked with desperation and the way his fingers began to clutch her skin tighter—like she was his.

The delicate sound of y/n’s voice only made Bill want her more. The tent in his boxers grew impossibly harder—a contradicting feeling of pain and desire at the same time.

“Please.” It wasn’t long until Bill’s groans turned into pleads. The rough palms of his hands coast across her bare skin, causing goosebumps to form and hair to raise. “Please.” The fast movements of y/n’s clothed clit on his plaid-covered dick matched the fast beats of y/n’s pounding heart.

Ba-dumb. Ba-dumb. Ba-dumb.

“Plu-“

“Tell me what you want,” Bill’s voice easily sliced through y/n’s pathetic whines, “using your words,” he instructed clearly.

“I wah—” Another whine. “I want you.”

At that, the rough pad of Bill’s thumb started to massage the sharp edge of y/n’s jaw. “I need you to be more specific, baby.”

Baby? Bill’s never called her that before. Actually, Bill’s never had a girl as beautiful as y/n on top of his lap before but here he was, the tent in his boxers being barely relieved by the girl by his dreams.

“I—” The sensation of the fabric against skin felt too much to bear but she wanted more. “I want your—your cock in me. Please.” She said this through lazy lips and heavy lids.

“F-f-fuck.” Bill groaned at the vulgarity of her words. Never in his life would he expect y/n to utter something as filthy as that. But never in his life would Bill Denbrough ever expect to be offered the chance to fuck her. “Okay, baby, hold on.” His calloused palm slowly slipped its way down from the slope of her jaw to her neck where fingerprints were left and then down to the clasp of her bra.

The damn thing. As hard as his hand grasped and as hard as his fingers twisted, the clip wouldn’t budge.

“Need some help?” y/n giggled, as she noticed Bill’s pained expression. Effortlessly, she unhooked the cursed contraption. It was as effortless as how the piece of fabric once made her look so perfect. But perfection didn’t change once the garment left her skin. Bill then realized that it wasn’t the strawberry-stained lips or the dramatic smokey eye or the tempting clothing that made y/n perfect. y/n was already perfect on her own; everything else was just a prop.

Bill’s once furrowed brows softened when y/n began to take the lead. His bare back pressed further into the mattress in the same motion y/n’s chest leaned into his.

Her crotch just barely brushed his and Bill couldn’t take the ‘almost there’ feeling anymore. “I hate these,” he bit. His hand swooped down to peel off the lacy string of fabric in one harsh motion.

“This is a little unfair, isn’t it?” y/n posed. Her eyebrow raised a little the way it always did when she asked a question. Her hands were cold when they made a trail down his chest and to his boxers. “Now we’re even,” she giggled when she finally released him from his confinements.

In an instant, Bill’s erection had slapped his stomach and y/n found herself near salivating at the sight. Her thumb just barely brushed the tip, letting out a hiss from Bill.

“Baby—”

“Shh…” Before Bill could get another word out through choked moans and deep breaths, y/n led his cock to her heat. Immediately, she let out a whine at the stretch of Bill which he chuckled at. “Bill..”

“Yes?” Bill couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that he was making her feel this way. He was the one whose name she was moaning. He was the one she was fucking.

“Bill…harder…” Her moans were like a record Bill would never get tired of hearing. His right hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear before his fingers gripped her scalp while his left hand moved just below her butt, allowing him to thrust deeper.

Moans turned into whines and whines turned into screams as Bill set the pace faster and harder. Each thrust hit deeper each time, hitting a spot no boy had ever found before. “Bill, I’m—” But y/n’s words were cut off when Bill’s lips captured hers in a kiss. His hand still found itself tangled in her morning hair. His other hand still tightly gripped on her ass which would surely leave a bruise. His hips bucked up once more, leaving y/n in a moaning mess, unable to hold herself above him anymore. With shaky arms, y/n allowed herself to collapse on Bill’s chest. Their breaths mixed and their pants synced.

Tenaciously, Bill pressed a kiss upon y/n’s sweat-slicked forehead. The feeling of his lips was gentle and tickled as they dragged down to her cheekbone.

It was never supposed to end up like this, y/n could only think to herself now as she watched Bill walk out of her room and presumably out the front door. Of course, he’d be back the next night. Ever since their first drunken encounter with each other, casual sex had become second nature to y/n and Bill—like learning how to tie your shoes or riding your bike. But it was at this moment when y/n realized how she wanted more.

Hickies and torn shirts would never be enough to satisfy the aching need for something deeper; the feeling that made her stomach drop every time she caught Bill looking at her; the feeling that made her throat dry up every time she tried to speak to him outside of moans and cries; the feeling that made her heart skip a beat at the thought of him; the feeling of want—and only want—for Bill Denbrough.

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader- I Run To You /nsfw/

warnings: praise/degradation, sex oriented quirk?(meaning succubus-ish!Reader), choking, overstimulation, squirting, pinning/slightly obsessed reader.

The reader becomes a villain-->brief mentions of blood, mentions of Touya's "death".

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Maybe you're supposed to feel some sort of remorse when you see your childhood friend on the screen, blue flames hugging every corner of the building he's in, the poor glass shattering and melting as the reporters hurriedly fly around to catch every evidence and information they can.

You couldn't see much of his face, but the way he carried himself and the exact patterns of his scarred arm were enough for her. You only needed one glance.

It took a few months for you to wrap your head around it. Trying to push down the anger and grief by finding excuses for whatever he's doing. You became obsessed though, super fixated on every last trail of him you can find.

Years went by fast. Gaining the trust of other villains was fairly easy when you share the same hatred for the heroes. It brings you a sense of belonging and they listen. They listen and feel your anger, understand loss better than anyone else you tried to talk to before. You don't receive stupid condolences and bullshit like "it gets better" or "that's what faith had in store for you". You get raw emotion, telling you exactly what you yearned to hear, finally knowing that you're not crazy and that there are people who have enough braincells to see through the terrible facades the society has been smearing over everybody's eyes.

It's hard at first, watching blood and flesh rip through the air you breathe as your shoes leave red trails that follow your step...until they don't...they get mixed and lost and the footprints you once knew were yours look foreign, you don't know where you came from, you just know where you're headed.

You come back to your small apartment almost every night, writing down and scribbling each piece of information before it has the chance to be forgotten, intent on not letting a single detail slip.

You find it bizarre. You wanted to be a hero. For as long as your memory goes, you admired and glorified the kind and selfless faces you saw on TV, and in your own house.

He wanted to be a hero too? Even more than you. You're close, just a handful of months and you'd earn yourself a place. You know it.

Would he remember you?

Your pen breaks under the pressure of your palm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You stack the notebooks neatly, locking your door before plopping on your pillow.

All of this for a boy...how silly of you...Would he be happy to have someone familiar next to him?

You feel lonely...You miss the comfort of the past and you wonder if he does too. Did he even like you back then? You dig for every memory of him smiling at you, gracing your hand while the two of you played the games on his computer.

Then your eyes wander to the pictures on your wall, collages of newspapers with his face on it. He aged like fine wine. Strong and handsome. His hands are something you can't look away from, his long fingers keeping you in a trance while you snuggle under your blanket, slipping your hand in your shorts. Just this time.

You bend your legs at your knees, head craned to look at the pictures on your walls, mouth loosely open. You take your time working your clit, imagining how he would do it. How he would take his time exploring you after not seeing you for so long.

Your ass bucks off the bed a little, humping against your fingers, almost dipping into your greedy pussy, ghosting over the slicked up hole and spreading the nice coat of the slimy wetness across your folds.

Would he be good at eating you out? Stretching his scarred jaw to fit his mouth over your cunt and lap at it, sticking his tongue out as far as it can go.

You stretch your shorts to fit your hand in, pressing two fingers on each side of the sensitive nub, using your other hand to flick at the exposed pearl. It almost burns from the pressure, too sensitive when it's not hidden under the thin layer.

What if he had his tongue pierced? Imagining the metal on you, swirling over every inch, digging into you as it bumps your clit. You can't make yourself wait anymore, pulling your shorts down and pressing your knees to your tummy. Like he's there in the room, giving him a perfect view of your dripping hole, untouched and clenching around nothing as you trail your finger across it.

You slip two of them in, too horny to drag it out anymore, you start pumping them in and out of your pussy, convulsing and shivering each time you hit that spot while you arch off the bed. Your other hand works your clit, chasing the trashing of your hips while your drenched cunt pools around your fingers, the sound making you high. It's wet and erotic, your palm slamming against your other hand, the rhythm on your clit rushed and messy, interrupting the pace you need.

You imagine his skilled fingers on you again, precisely circling your swollen nub as he stuffs you with his cock, his hot breath on your neck while his dyed hair tickles your face, wet kisses adoring your skin as he's about to stuff you full of his cum, press your legs to your stomach until they feel like they're gonna break. He'd try to go deeper than possible, holding your neck so that he can kiss you properly as your bodies rock the bed.

He'd cum first, seconds before you just to make sure that you milk every last drop as you cum and pulse around his shaft, your pussy gripping and sucking him in while he still balls deep inside you, groaning into your mouth.

The sensation of him shaking against you sends you over the edge, your breath being knocked out of you as your thighs flex and clench together, squeezing your hands and trapping them in place.

You're gasping for breath, eyes closing and ears buzzing from your high, light thrust against your clit coming to a stop as you slowly calm down.

Bliss washes over you as you lay there for a bit, chest rising and falling, your body completely relaxed.

You hope it'll all turn out to be worth it and joining the League would just be another step from many to go. Yet you still hope that your feelings were mutual back then. You experience loss too early in your teen years and a lot has changed since. But one thing was constant, you never stop loving someone even after they're gone, and Touya is the biggest proof of that.

You still had his books, pens, shirts and all of the notes the two of you passed around during dinners or classes...and you held onto them long before you found out he was still somewhere out there.

He was stoic and cold most of the time, his affections looked calculated, keeping you on the line throughout the whole friendship, not letting the two of you slip into a relationship. Pausing his flirting as soon as you seemed to get your hopes up.

If not a relationship, you want closure, and you want him, in any form you can have him.

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Slowly you wake up to a pattern of knocks on your bedside table, not having the time to panic or get scared as you're slipping away from your dreams.

When you finally do see a tall white-haired man next to your bed, you raise your hands up in defense, heart skipping beats and toes curling as you back away to the headboard.

"Quiet a stalker aren't you?" Red eyes pierce through you, your quirk activating for a split second until he grabs a hold of your ankle with four fingers.

"You know what the fifth one does...so behave nicely, I'm not here to kill you" You look around the room, avoiding the uncomfortable gaze of the leader.

The shame of your interior upsetting you more than the initial fear of getting murdered.

"How did you get in?" Your locks are too good to be broken down, your alarm system expensive(but stolen) and working perfectly.

A purple portal flashes in the middle of the room. Well not so perfectly, you figure.

"I won't snitch on your obsession cause I couldn't care less, I want you in the League. Pack your shit or run." Your eyes are wide open, watching as the man slips into a portal and disappears, the purple mist still glowing in front of you.

You hurriedly grab a small suitcase, stuffing everything you know is important, already having some luggage packed in case you had to move fast for whatever reason. It comes in handy being organized.

You hide the newspapers you took off your walls, slipping them between your clothes and zipping the suitcase. First impression matters, so you risk wasting a bit of time to pick out an outfit, making yourself look presentable before you slip into a mellow cloud, dragging your stuff with you.

Your heart is pounding, blood rushing to the tips of your ears and the pads of your fingers, pulsing and warming you up.

The leader greets you again, grinning as he leads you to a room, telling you to make yourself at home.

"I wanted to give you a roommate, but that would be distracting" he teases, his teeth still showing as he closes the door behind you. The room is warm and surprisingly not messy at all. Yes, some things are carelessly tossed on the bed or draped over the chair but everything else is neat. You figure out fairly quickly that it was probably occasionally used.

You take your time to explore the room, piling up the stuff that wasn't yours in one corner of it. You unpack one of your suitcases and half of the other, cursing yourself for bringing the evidence of your little plan.

You don't know why you brought it, it seemed useless after you found out where you're going, but you guess it's for sentimental reasons. You didn't plan for it to happen so fast. But they were indeed a bit low on numbers after recent attacks so they must've gotten impatient and started seeking out more people.

You did do everything in your power to get noticed so you do want to take some credit. You smoothen out the sheets before you sit on the bed, thighs rubbing together from nervousness.

Is he on a mission?

How can you play it cool?

What's his favorite food now?

What are his interests?

Does anything make him particularly happy...maybe a hobby?

Should you try using your quirk to lure him in?

Does he know you exist?

Will he recognize you?

Would he remember you even after you tell him?

Maybe you shouldn't tell him.

You stop before you get too deep in your thoughts, deciding that you should make yourself comfortable. It's very likely that he's not there anyways, and he might not even show up soon, sitting there all alone is just making you more anxious.

You decide to leave the room, curious to meet other members that you heard in the hallways a few minutes ago. They were all headed to the same place, so you decided to go to what you figured was the living room.

The smell of alcohol got stronger, and the small giggles and banter got louder. You fixed your clothes one last time before opening the door, seeing the all too familiar faces in the room.

A blonde-haired girl ran to you, almost tumbling them both to the floor as she giggled excitedly.

"I was dying for more girls in this dump, they all stink" she whined, sniffing your shirt. She was grabbed by the collar by the boss, his pinkie up as the girl huffed.

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So that's exactly how you met everyone, sitting on the bar as you silently wished the last member showed any desire in greeting you. He was sprawled out on the sofa in the far end of the room, a beer in hand and a cigarette in his mouth. You've never seen someone so unapproachable before, and it had to be him of all people.

Yet you didn't take it to heart. He was always like this...well minus the alcohol. New people didn't phase him, even more, he hated new. You're not worthy of his time until he deems you as so and you figure he never met "you" before.

But you do glance at him. The whole fucking night, chatting with others but always slipping and almost getting caught. They pointed it out but you just brushed it off as being curious to why he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself.

Even tho, you can practically feel his gaze on your back each time you turn away, feeling flustered you sip on your drink through the night, blushing when you catch him averting his gaze.

He is intrigued, to say the least. The way you move and talk is intoxicating, your voice feeling like something he had forgotten a long time ago. It reminds him of his past and it makes him fairly angry...but it brings some form of comfort he didn't feel in a while. He'll be selfish enough to indulge himself.

And he does. Months. Seeping into years.

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Missions are exhausting, so far you've been on more than you could bring yourself to count. On the run for weeks with little to no rest wasn't the luxurious lifestyle younger you dreamed about.

The comfort of the not so soft bed never felt more heavenly than now. A cheap motel wasn't your form of rest either, but you had to deal, hopping in for a not so relaxing shower with water that jumped from freezing to burning hot every second, tho it did an amazing job on easing the coil in your stomach.

Your quirk is taking a toll on you, control over it fading away as soon as you are laying clean and fresh on the bed. Too much...You were working too much and just teasing the victims never seemed to satiate your quirks' hunger. You second guess your path a lot, especially when you end up alone and exhausted, but you never think about quitting...as weird as that feels. It has its perks you guess...

Him being your partner wasn't one of them. He's practically eating you up, showing off in front of you but ignoring you all the same. You feel like crying from frustration, huffing to yourself before digging into your backpack and grabbing your small toy. It's been a few weeks since you could indulge yourself, the tension of your muscles painful.

Tears are almost freely rolling down your cheeks, your quirk making you feel dizzy as you slip the toy against your clit.

His voice is rough and quiet in your head, the conversations you had playing on repeat, searching for anything that you might've missed.

Every time you thought of one, it was followed by a memory of him pushing you away, smirking before going to do his own thing. He always had a smart mouth, flirting with you but making sure to step right off when he feels like he's dancing on that line.

You bit back equally though, returning the snarky comments and putting up a tough facade all while you tried to cling onto every thread of hope he threw your way.

He was almost sure he heard you though, his real name followed by a muffled cough as you tried your hardest to drown it with small talk. A moment of pure joy after you both made it out alive and safe made you let your guard down.

And when he called off the rest of the mission for the day out of nowhere, you were almost sure too.

But he isn't here now. He didn't follow you, and you're certainly all alone in this empty room. He'll come around...or he'll leave in the middle of the night. You wouldn't be able to blame him for either.

He's in the room right next to you, his fist wrapped tightly around his cock and his eyes squinted shut. He knows exactly who you remind him of, knows exactly what he felt as soon as you joined. You were always similar to her.

Awfully similar.

He knows.

It doesn't feel fair. Not to you or him. But he can't think. He can't focus and he can't stop himself from moaning out your name as his cock slicks up with pre-cum, his other going to his balls and squeezing them lightly.

He feels drunk, even though he didn't drink...well more than the usual amount... his body is burning like it's on fire...which isn't a foreign feeling to him. But it's different, the blood in his veins is warm, surging to the tips of his hands and toes as he fucks into his own fist. He's almost in a haze, fighting the urge to get up and slam your door open. If he runs away now, you'll be safer, maybe quit the League if he's lucky.

But he can't win, messily pulling his pants up and slipping on his shoes, grabbing your door handle in less than a blink as he tries to go back one last time. He has a primal need that pulls him towards you, even when he's not in the same room, it urges him to reach out and chase you, grip on the last straw of sanity and happiness that happens to be you.

Your toy buzzes faintly, sweat gracing your body while you so desperately try to cum. You're too sad and it doesn't help in reaching your high at all, but if you don't do it you feel like you might explode. He knows and he doesn't want you. You wasted your life away. You deserve it for being a creep.

He opens the door cautiously, feeling his cock pulse against the loose buckle. The lamp highlights your tear-stained cheeks and it's criminally hot, illegal even, making his toes curl.

You notice him immediately, dropping the toy on the mattress and using the sheet to cover as best as you can.

"I can't believe you" he whispers.

"Please..." you whine, drinking in the sight of him, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. To leave or to stay...any of the two.You know desire when you see it, praying that he came to quench it.

You're so desperate, craving him, letting go of your quirk and sending hormones to clash and bite against his skin.

You'll lie if you have to, say how you couldn't control it for a second more.

Nothing matters now when he's crawling up your naked body like a starved man, ripping the sheets away, digging his nails into your sides as he ravages your skin like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

And it probably is, the soft nibbles turning rough and hungry as you struggle to hold one, tangling your hands in his hair. You try to pull on it, yearning to kiss him and pour everything you feel against his lips, even if you're just a fuck, you need him to know that you never forgot him.

He doesn't budge, instead, he makes quick work of his pants, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

The room is too warm for you, the air too thick to breathe. You don't know if you want to stop and talk first....maybe you'll have the chance later?

"This is your fault" he huffs, slipping one hand to his boxers to ease the tension, gripping his cock tightly. He'll have to rush it, groaning when your legs subconsciously twitch and spread to let him fit in between.

"I feel like a fucking teenager" he argues, cupping your pussy and hunching over you.

He's missing a few steps, but seeing you so desperate and aching to cum urges him to help you out first.

"Since when did you start luring me in with your stupid quirk huh? Part of your little plan?" he questions, not letting you answer.

You're shaking your head, trying to mumble how you never tricked him into wanting you, not until this exact moment. But words are not your friend right now.

His eyes pierce through yours, beautiful blue swallowed up by the black of his pupils, half-lidded stare stripping you naked. Bare and vulnerable as your back arches, ghosting his fingers over the right spots and making you moan out a soft "Dabi".

It doesn't sound right on your tongue, and he sees the way it rolls off your lips, strained and dishonest.

His large hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place as he works the small bud, lowering his lips dangerously close, whispering across yours.

"Don't close your eyes." he demands.

It's in his arms reach, and everything is so close to making sense. If you look at him, he might start feeling like himself again. One of his fingers slowly dips inside your warmth, dragging the pad of it gently while he presses his thumb against your clit.

Your soft lips fit on his, your hands pulling him in by the back of his neck. He wants to make it slow and romantic, a nice reunion, yet he lets you slip your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss.

He's not holding himself up anymore, his body's weight shifting onto you with each thrust of his finger, the clacking sound of your pussy urging him to move even faster, make you feel even better. He adds in another one, watching you mewl and relax.

"That's fucking right, you wanted it, you fucking planned this, you sick fuck" he muses, catching you off guard. There's something bittersweet in the fact that he'll never be able to leave every little aspect of his life behind.

Before you even try to mumble something out, his lips are slamming against yours, teeth clashing and pulling on your soft skin.

You clench around him, riding his fingers greedily and roaming your hands across his back, fisting and gripping at his shirt.

You can feel the blood on your tongue, hissing when he pulls out only to slap his palm over your clit, causing you to yelp and pull away from the kiss.

"Touya, listen-" He shakes his head, nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

"You little stalker...how much work did you do for this cock huh?" he presses against you for good measure, making you feel his hot length on your cunt.

"You have no fucking idea" you snarl, gaining some of the confidence back, wiggling from beneath him.

He kicks his shoes and boxers all the way off, getting on your bed and pulling you to him.

His shirt is thrown messily to the edge of the bed, his hands pressing on the small of your back so that you can tower over him, trapping him between your thighs as he leans against the headboard.

Your ass slides over his cock, your hips moving slowly while he trails your figure, gliding his warm fingers across your thighs and up to your breasts.

Both of his hands cup the soft mounds, eyes glued to yours as he sticks his tongue out of his mouth. Hypersensitive to every little touch, your body shivers as he takes gentle, almost there swipes across your nipple, moving his arms back to your sides while he slips the sensitive bud in his mouth.

He lowers his thumb to your clit, flicking it slowly while he nips at your tits, biting and sucking marks across the smooth skin. His cock hooks and prods at your hole each time you both sway against each other, teasing you until the knot in your belly becomes too tight, skin crawling with pleasure wherever his body meets yours. He can hear your breath hitching in your throat, grinning while he speeds up the work on your clit, patiently waiting for you to start arching into his hand. He's gonna make you feel so good...convince you that chasing after him was the best decision you made in your life. Make up for all the years you had to deal with everything on your own.

He can feel your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him push up in one slow and deep motion, immediately feeling the spasms of your soft walls gripping tight around his length. You let out a shaky breath, riding out the first high that finally satiates your quirk if only for a bit, making you drop your weight on him.

"There we go...Feeling better?" the ground might swallow you up, but when his hips start to lazily buck into you, you get distracted...You didn't notice how full you are, every inch pushing and stretching perfectly. You realize his finger never really stopped, only slowed down while he built up the agonizing pace he's bouncing you on.

You know your quirk makes you needy, but it makes everyone even more so, the realization that he probably feels like 9 circles of hell causing your hips to move, meeting his thrusts more roughly.

His head moves back to the headboard, eyes glued to yours as you ride him, propping yourself on his shoulders.

He ignored the burn of his body, too intoxicated and keen on making you feel better to focus on his aching cock, getting drowned in pleasure now that he can experience everything clearly.

You're beautiful.... and he wants to break you, make you blabber his name as you cling to him like he's the only one that can make you feel good. And he's gonna make sure he is. He admires you for a moment, cheeks heating up while watches your tits bounce, your eyes averting under his stare.

Your world turns upside down, your head sinking into a soft pillow as your legs are pushed as far as they can go.

You're scared to look away now, his gaze never breaking when he starts plowing in and out of your cunt, slamming his cock all the way in with each thrust.

His feet dig into your mattress, making the cheap bed creak.

You don't know where to put your hands, switching from the sheets to your thighs.

"Dumb little whore...is this all it takes?" he moves lower to you, pressing your spit coated lips against his.

You manage to hook your arms around his neck, swinging your legs behind his back.

He's plowing too deep, his navel bumping against your clit. He can't make himself pull out at all anymore, stuck on humping inside your pussy, slamming and angling his cock until you cry out.

Panting and groaning against your lips, he manages to slip a few curses, hissing when he tries to stop himself from cumming. Your quirk is cruel.

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you still as he bottoms out completely, feeling his cock throb and spill, your walls tightening up against his shaft as hot cum paints them white.

He's high and addicted, already fucking his cum deeper, making sure it goes into every little crease and pore it can reach. You slip your fingers to your clit, trying to get yourself off while he rocks both of you.

"You wanna cum? Wanna milk my cock again huh? Want me to knock you up?" He's stammering it out, words spilling from his mouth in a rush, feeling the burning of his sensitive head as he picks up the pace again, slapping your hands away.

He raises just a bit, pressing one of his large palms on your belly.

His other hand slips to your clit instead, circling and flicking it to make you reach your high before he fills you up again.

Your whining does nothing to slow him down, his motions too rough and almost painful, your cervix bruising up when he presses even harder on your tummy, making your hips buck off the bed.

"Want you to cum...want you to make a mess..." he urges, a low rumble in his throat.

You can only nod, grabbing both of your thighs and spreading them further for him, your pussy open and on display to him to watch as it hugs his cock, slick and dripping.

You have to close your eyes, too embarrassed as you feel the burning sensation surge through you, eyes watering from the pressure as you finally let go. Your whole body tenses up, a low scream slipping out of your mouth when clear liquid splashes over your thighs and stomach, leaking onto his cock.

"Fucking hell" is all you can hear before he stuffs you full again, this time dropping onto your chest as his knees and feet numb out, hot breath tickling your neck as he moans against your skin.

Your weak hands slump on his back, muscles relaxed and barely working.

Someone is supposed to say something...minutes passing by quickly.

Your tired voice fills the room, a soft "Touya..." reaching his ears as you trail off. You're not sure what you wanted to say, but he holds you a little tighter, heart beating faster at the sound of his name.

He kisses your cheek softly, snuggling into the crook of your neck. "Fucking creep".