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junkissed · 2 years ago

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not so holy night

member — teacher!jihoon x teacher!reader genre — smut with plot, a teeny bit of drama (barely any), lots of fluff at the end word count — 6.9k warnings — reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex, oral (reader receiving), grinding, fingering, cumshot, some begging, please lmk if i missed any warnings! notes — this is the sequel to "not so silent night", which is posted on my sfw blog @junkissed! i would recommend reading part 1 first, since there's quite a bit of plot in this one! dedicated to @onlymingyus because she was going to murder me for that cliffhanger in part 1 hehe. so voila here is part 2! enjoy :) fyi i only read this like once bc i really wanted to post it tonight so if there's mistakes look away

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drinks and dinner. dinner and drinks. that’s all that’s going to happen tonight. why are you so nervous?

when saturday finally rolls around, you stand in front of your bathroom mirror an hour before jihoon is supposed to pick you up, scrutinizing your outfit choice. the holiday staff party is always hosted at a fancy restaurant downtown, the whole place rented out for all the teachers and administrators for dinner, with music and mingling afterwards.

in the four years you’ve been a teacher at the middle school, this is the first year you’re actually going to bring a date.

is it a date? is it friends? is it coworkers? you think it’s a date; after all, you did get coffee before school with jihoon twice this week. it could be a friend thing, but the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re distracted makes you think otherwise.

it’s going to be a long night, you already know. nothing like the little half-hour meetups for coffee or eating lunch together in the back corner of the teacher’s lounge. a solid two, three hours for the dinner alone, not to mention the drinks you’re getting with him beforehand and however long you’ll end up staying afterwards.

you’re mentally counting the time and figuring out when you might get home so you can put on your ratty pajamas and nurse your inevitable wine headache as you reflect on the evening. god, when did dating get so exhausting?

you twist in the mirror, checking out the way your ass looks in the dress. not bad. is it too forward of you to have put on your nice lingerie underneath, “just in case”? probably, but it’s not like you get an opportunity like this every day. if you’ve understood correctly, jihoon’s stuck in the same boat you are: painfully single, and not getting any younger.

and your mind starts to wander when out of nowhere your mind brings up a mental image of his long, slender fingers, and you can’t help but think about jihoon’s hands sliding up your legs and parting your folds, adding one finger, then another, then a third until you’re crying his name in relief, and–

jesus, it’s been way too long since you’ve gotten laid.

but even with just the passing thought of him, the nervous butterflies in your stomach travel lower, and you’re trying to will yourself to stop thinking about him before you ruin your only cute pair of panties.

you flick the bathroom lightswitch off and head to the living room to put something on tv, anything to clear your mind.

eventually your thoughts subside, and before you know it your doorbell is ringing and you’re scrambling to turn off the tv and make sure everything on your coffee table looks like it was put there intentionally and that you haven’t been anxiously adjusting it for the past hour.

you take a deep breath and turn the doorknob, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the man standing outside your door.

it almost feels like you’ve gotten the wind knocked out of you when you look at him. the sleek grey suitjacket that’s tailored perfectly around the broad shoulders you never noticed before (how the fuck did you not notice that before?). the too-tight white button down that frames the muscles in his chest. the way the cuffs of his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, exposing forearms that are so toned, they look like they could deadlift a piano.

you don’t know who this man is, but he’s definitely not the shy mr. lee you’re used to seeing across the hall every day.

for some reason he seems to be equally taken aback by your outfit, which you honestly can’t understand why he would be, when he himself looks like that. but with the way he’s eyeing you up and down like he has to physically hold himself back from pouncing on you, suddenly this night just got a whole lot more exciting.

“hi,” you manage, still unable to take your eyes off of him. “you, uh… you look really good.”

it’s like he doesn’t even hear your compliment, he’s so focused on you. “i’ve, um– you–” he exhales sharply. “wow.”

you blink a few times, trying to clear your head of the barrage of dirty thoughts swirling around and get yourself back on track. “so. drinks?”

his eyes dart up to your face, seeming like he’s snapped out of it. “yes! yes. my friend owns a bar near the restaurant, so i thought it might be fun to start there.” he clears his throat, muttering under his breath. “although now, i think i have better things to do.”

you smile and nod, pretending you didn’t hear him, but oh my god you heard him and oh my god you’re not gonna last long tonight. you’d hate to bail on your date, but if things keep going how they have in the five minutes you’ve seen him, you don’t know how long you’ll be able to handle sitting next to him and not having his dick inside you in some way, shape, or form.

you grab your purse and keys and lock your front door, following jihoon to his car. he pulls on the passenger side door handle, holding it open for you and even offering his hand to help you in.

you don’t know where this man came from out of nowhere, but you really kinda like it.

the drive across town is… tense, but somehow in a good way. it feels comfortable riding in his car; though you’ve only done it once before, it feels like you’ve been in his passenger seat your whole life.

“drinks are on me,” he says as you pull up in front of the bar, a swanky little place squished in between a used bookstore and an italian grill in a long line of shops.

you smile politely, still fighting the heat creeping up in your cheeks. “jihoon, please, you don’t have to. i know how much you make in a year.”

he pulls his keys from the ignition, and the car falls silent. “and? tonight i’m spending it on you. it’s a special occasion.”

you don’t reply, partially because you’re already planning on paying for your own drinks when he isn’t looking, and partially because wtf does he mean it’s a special occasion?

you’re still immersed in trying to figure out what he means that you don’t notice when he check his side mirror for traffic and flings his door open when there’s a lull in cars whizzing by. he jogs in front of the car around to your side by the curb, opening your door and helping you out.

“thank you,” you mumble, trying to avoid staring at his chest that’s coincidentally right in front of your face.

at 5pm on a saturday evening the sidewalk is packed with people, and jihoon slides his arm around you, placing a hand gently on your lower back to guide you to the bar’s entrance. you have to force yourself not to shiver; despite the fabric of your thin sweater on top of your dress, it feels like his hand might as well be pressed against your bare skin.

you manage to find two seats at the bar, and a bartender in a black embroidered apron walks up when jihoon raises a hand to wave him over.

“if it isn’t lee jihoon,” the man grins, putting both hands on the counter. “nice to see you, buddy.”

“nice to see you, too, gyu.” jihoon turns to introduce you. “this is my friend, mingyu. he runs the place.”

you smile, offering him a polite greeting.

“so this is the lucky girl, hm?” mingyu asks, winking at you.

jihoon coughs, and you almost think you see him glare at the man, but his scowl quickly fades when he turns back to you. “ignore him. what do you want to drink?”

you give mingyu your order, and he smiles, pulling two glasses from the rack behind him. “the usual, uji?” he asks, and jihoon nods.

finally settling in, you shrug off your sweater, folding it carefully over the back of the chair before you notice jihoon staring at you.

“i’m gonna… go to the bathroom,” he says hurriedly. “i’ll be right back.” he gets up and dashes towards the back of the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

you turn to watch him disappear into the crowd, offering him a smile as he leaves. as soon as he’s out of sight, you grab your wallet from your purse, seeing your chance. jihoon is sweet, but you don’t need him to pay for your drinks, too. just being here with him is the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

you catch mingyu’s attention and wave him over, pulling out a few bills. you start to hand them to him, but he shakes his head. “sorry, no can do. i’ve been told not to let you pay for your drinks, it’s jihoon’s treat.”

you sigh and stuff the money back into your purse. fine.

“between you and me…” he starts, and you look back up at him curiously. “uji’s been really happy lately, and if i had to guess, you’re probably the reason why. so if things go bad on your date tonight, just… don’t break his heart, ‘kay?”

your eyes widen. “no, i wouldn’t– i wasn’t planning on–” you stammer, but he’s already walking away to refill somebody’s cocktail, and you’re left wondering what the hell he was talking about.

it was only supposed to be a couple of friendly outings. you can’t feel this way about your coworker, someone you see right across the hall for eight hours a day every monday through friday… right? but if mingyu’s right (and you have no reason to believe he isn’t), then jihoon feels the same way about you. shit, this is deeper than you thought.

before you started… whatever this is with jihoon, you didn’t really talk to him much, even though your classrooms were right next door. you just never happened to see him in passing.

sure, you heard the off-key guitar solos from his students at nine in the morning on mondays and wednesdays, and every once in a while you saw him sitting alone in the teacher’s lounge, earbuds plugged in, nodding his head to whatever song he was listening to and tapping his fingers on the table. but it’s a big school, anyways; it’s easy to not know every teacher that works there, especially ones in a different department.

eventually jihoon comes back, and you spend the next couple hours sipping your drinks, chatting and laughing like you usually do. before you know it he’s looking down at his watch and cursing. “we should go, if we don’t wanna be late,” he says, downing the rest of his drink.

of course, it’s just your luck that now you have absolutely zero appetite for food, and an insatiable appetite for jihoon. his hair is messed, glistening a little as if he ran his fingers through it with water, and his cheeks are practically glowing.

jihoon reaches out for you, and you take his hand, letting him lead you out of the bar. mingyu waves goodbye, a grin on his face as he watches the two of you walk away.

the ride to the restaurant is more tense than you’d like it to be, but it’s probably imagined tension from you more than it is actual tension.

while you’re desperately trying to pretend you don’t want him to pull the car over and fuck you in the backseat, you don’t notice how he��s pretending he doesn’t want to turn the car around and drive home and fuck you there instead of going to this whole stupid dinner in the first place. you stare out your window, keeping your hands planted firmly in your lap, and he stares out the windshield, keeping his hands firmly wrapped around the steering wheel.

too quickly, you arrive at the restaurant and he parks in the lot out back. again, he gets out and jogs around to the passenger side to open your door for you again, offering his hand to help you out. your cheeks warm, and you hope he can’t tell how nervous you are.

walking through the lot towards the building, you recognize a few of your coworkers’ cars. past you that used to attend the teacher parties alone would’ve been a little disappointed that you’re so late to the event, but you that’s here now couldn’t care less about how late you show up, when you could be spending time alone with jihoon instead.

although, the amount of people around you tonight is probably for the best, because if they weren’t there you don’t think you’d be able to stop yourself from jumping him and fucking him in the middle of the restaurant.

he opens the door and smiles at the greeter, who leads you back to the private room where the rest of the party is. you feel jihoon’s grip on your waist tighten imperceptibly when the man glances at you for just a beat too long before showing you the table, and you force yourself to ignore the way your stomach does backflips at his touch.

the room is huge, with two long buffet tables for all the employees who are laughing and chatting. you find two empty seats near the end of the table and quickly a waiter comes over to offer you drinks. having already had enough to drink at mingyu’s bar, you settle for water, wanting to stay sober for whatever happens later. jihoon orders a coke.

some of the administrators order appetizers for the table, and as you wait for them to get passed down to you one of your coworkers walks over.

you look up at her and smile. “hey, jan–”

“hi, jihoon,” she purrs, completely ignoring you as she wraps her arm around your date’s shoulders, the martini in her hand sloshing with the movement.

your smile drops, and you look away, focusing on the ice cubes in your glass as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. at least, it’s more interesting than watching your married coworker shamelessly flirt with the man you’re supposed to be on a date with. you should’ve known a man as attractive as jihoon would have women throwing themselves at him all night. maybe this was a bad idea after all.

he stiffens, brows knitting into a scowl when he sees you avoiding him. “mrs. walker,” he greets her in response, tone flat. “is your husband not able to make it tonight? i had such a nice conversation with him last year about his business trip.”

she giggles. “oh no, he’s working tonight. but…” she trails off, smoothing a hand down his arm. “we could always go have a conversation about another kind of business instead.”

you nearly snort water out your nose at her forwardness, and for a second you contemplate ordering an uber and just going home right now. god, were all the teachers usually this bad, or had you just not noticed it until you were seated next to somebody like jihoon?

he clears his throat, a little too loudly. “sorry, but my date and i have plans,” he says.

at the mention of your name you glance over your shoulder, giving her a short nod before you return to staring at the water droplets rolling down the side of your glass.

her grin falters, but she recovers quickly. “oh! i didn’t know you two came together,” she says, giving you a look as she sips her martini.

jihoon doesn’t respond, his arms crossed and staring at his empty plate. your coworker stands behind his chair in silence until the awkwardness is too much, and she lets out another forced laugh. “well, i’ll leave you be, then. but you have my number if you change your mind and wanna do something more fun tonight,” she mutters, downing the rest of her drink and stumbling off in search of the nearest waiter for another round.

the restaurant is filled with loud conversations, but an uncomfortable silence settles between you.

so what if you are a little jealous? you surely have no right to be; you’ve only gone out with this man a handful of times, not nearly enough to call him yours. but for tonight, for right now, he’s your date, and you feel entitled to at least a little bit of sulking.

jihoon coughs a little, finally breaking the silence. “i’m sorry about her.”

you stir your straw around your water glass, still avoiding his eyes. “not your fault.”

“yeah, but still,” he says with a sigh. “she didn’t have to be an asshole to you.”

“it’s fine,” you say halfheartedly, bringing the plastic straw to your lips to take a small sip. “all the teachers get plastered at the staff parties.”

“you don’t, though,” he says after a pause.

“neither do you, looks like,” you say, pointing to the coke can in his hand.

he laughs. “no, not really… not when i have more fun things to do.”

for the second time that night you almost spit out your water. “that’s not funny, jihoon.”

“but you’re smiling,” he says, a grin of his own rising on his face, and you can’t hide the way your smile mirrors his.

you give in, letting out a laugh at his stupid joke, somehow both hating and loving how he was able to brighten your mood.

he smiles, his eyes sparkling under the restaurant lights. “do you maybe wanna… leave?”

ten minutes later, after a rushed goodbye to the assistant principal who was probably too drunk to even recognize you, your back is pressed against the side of jihoon’s car, your hands tangled in his hair as you moan into his mouth. his lips crash against yours, hands falling to your waist again as he pushes you into the passenger door.

when you pull away to take a breath, you can see his hair’s messed up again in that effortlessly sexy way that makes your heart race.

“can we go– someplace else?” you breathe. fuck if the back of your dress is totally dirty now from the car, you’re itching to get out of it—or have it taken off of you.

“shit, yes,” jihoon answers in between kisses up your jawline. “my place or yours?”

you whine at the feeling of his teeth against your skin. “anywhere, fuck– whatever’s closer.”

you find yourself in yet another extremely tense car ride as jihoon floors it down the highway, probably breaking more than a few traffic laws in his rush to get home. his house ends up being closer to the restaurant, so that’s where you decide on going.

he pulls in the driveway and you don’t even give him a chance to come around to open your door for you, jumping out of the car as soon as it’s turned off.

his hands fumble with his keys, but finally he gets the front door open and you both fall inside his house. the door slams shut behind you and immediately you’re shoved against it, jihoon’s hips pushing into you to keep you in place as you frantically grab at his broad shoulders to pull him closer. kissing him is addictive; the dizzying rush of his tongue in your mouth and his hands exploring your body makes you weak in the knees.

after a while you break apart, heaving for air as the lustful intensity starts to melt away into something more careful, but no less alluring. it’s finally starting to sink in that you’re kissing jihoon, you’re in his house, and you’re definitely getting laid tonight.

a sudden burst of confidence has you slipping one hand down, feeling his hips jerk when you palm him lightly over his pants.

“god, i’ve been hard for the past two hours,” he mutters through gritted teeth as your delicate fingers play with the top button on his slacks.

“you act like i haven’t been wet for the past two hours,” you reply, and he groans in relief when you undo the zipper, releasing some of the tension around his cock from how tight the dress pants were.

his hands grab at your waist, spinning you around to face away from him so he can unzip your dress. with how desperate he is—how you both are—you expect him to tug it off you as quickly as possible, but to your surprise, he moves slowly.

his hands smooth across your shoulders, running over your body through the fabric, and you shiver; the feeling of his touch is almost too much, even while you’re still fully clothed. his hands slide down your back, slowly moving to the sides of your breasts and traveling lower until they come to a stop at your waist.

he pulls you back against him, lightly grinding against your ass, and you whimper. you could already see he was, but now you know he really is as hard as he said, his clothed cock pressing into you.

his fingers move back up your body to toy with the zipper at the base of your neck, sending chills down your spine. he leans closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to press a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe.

“is this okay?” he breathes.

you whine, shifting on your feet to bring his lips back closer to you. “yes! please, jihoon.”

you can feel his smile against your neck before he dives back in, sucking lightly at your skin, burning hot under his touch. you’re sure he can feel your pulse racing a mile a minute as your legs start to buckle at the pleasure.

before you can stop yourself, you let out a loud moan, your head rolling back to rest against him and inadvertently exposing more of your neck to him. you feel his grip tighten around you, beginning to suck harder until you’re sure it’ll leave dark bruises. but for some reason, you don’t care. you want to carry around his marks on your neck. you want it to be a little obvious. if not for you, then to show that bitch jan what she was missing.

he pulls his mouth away from you and you whine again, but he just hums and puts his hands against your back, finally beginning to pull at the zipper.

he stops once it’s halfway down your body, moving his fingers back up to your shoulders to slip the fabric off, letting it hang around your waist.

he turns you around to face him, and you hastily reach around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. he leans down and pushes his face into your bare breasts, moaning as he begins to sink to his knees in front of you.

if you hadn’t completely soaked through your panties earlier, you definitely have by now. you can feel the throbbing heat between your legs, begging for him to touch you, to do anything.

he must read your mind, because immediately his hands reach behind you to grab onto the zipper again, tugging it down the rest of the way. he leaves a trail of kisses as the fabric falls to the side, starting in between your breasts and moving down lower, lower, past your belly button until he’s kissing the hem of your panties and your dress is in a pile at your feet.

you slip out of the dress, stepping out of your shoes as well as jihoon’s hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, pulling you into his face. he groans, his nose smushing against your clit through your underwear, and you gasp at the sudden contact.

he looks up at you, half his face obscured by the way he’s pressed against your body, only his eyes meeting yours, silently asking to continue. you whine out his name and another “please”, and that seems to satisfy him enough to loop his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and tug them down to your knees.

the moment he presses his mouth to your pussy is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. the way his tongue darts out, laving over every inch of the skin between your legs, has you squeezing your eyes shut in pure bliss and begging him not to stop. your hand shoots to his head, struggling for something to hold onto to keep you grounded at the sudden pleasure.

but just as you start to feel your orgasm approaching, he pulls off of you in a rush, panting as he sits back on his heels. he couldn’t have had his tongue on you for more than a few seconds, but it was more than enough to build you up before he tore you right back down.

he pulls your panties back up your legs, fixing them back at your hips as he stands up. you shoot him a panicked look. he’s not about to eat you out, not let you finish, and then bail on you… is he?

but he just wipes his hand across the back of his mouth and picks your dress and shoes up off the hardwood floor. “we’re still in the front doorway,” he chuckles. he puts his hand on your lower back, your warm skin prickling at his cool touch as he leads you down the hall to what you assume is his bedroom. “thought you’d be more comfortable here.”

he flicks on the light and tosses your dress and shoes at the foot of the bed while you look around. his room is small but tidy, a keyboard in one corner and a few different guitars mounted on the wall.

it’s a pretty cool room, and if you weren’t so incredibly horny right now, you’d ask him to tell you about all his things, but right now all you can focus on is the tent in his pants that you’re praying will find its way between your legs sometime soon.

you’re still on edge from the orgasm he pulled you away from earlier, so you fall onto his bed with no hesitation, hoping he’ll get the hint as you lay in nothing but your underwear.

and he does, immediately coming over to you and beginning to strip down.

you should be embarrassed about how wet you are right now, but when your insanely sexy coworker is hurriedly pulling his shirt off, practically ripping the buttons off at how fast he throws it off, you have more important things on your mind.

he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, so close you can feel his breath on your cunt. you throw your head back as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties for a second time, effortlessly tugging them all the way off and tossing them into the pile along with the rest of your outfit.

he hums, collecting your wetness on the tip of his finger as he drags it through your folds. his hands are freezing cold in contrast to the heat between your legs. “so it wasn’t just me,” he says to himself, admiring the way his finger glistens with moisture.

“h-huh?” you stutter, lifting your head to look down at him. the way he’s crouching between your legs like he’s about to devour you makes you forget everything else that’s happened tonight.

he ghosts his lips over your clit, giving you a quick kiss. “for a while i thought you were only being friendly, when you went out with me all those times.”

“but look how wet you are,” and he holds his finger up for you to see. “so it wasn’t just me that wanted you so bad. you wanted me too.”

he pushes his finger back into you for just a moment, spreading your juices around and wiping his fingers on the inside of your thigh. “wanted to bend you over that table in the coffee shop, the one in the corner we always sit at,” he groans out. “the counter in the teacher’s lounge, by the window. the bathroom sink at gyu’s bar earlier. and especially at the table at the restaurant. wanted to fuck you goddamn everywhere.”

“jihoon, please,” you whimper. him confessing how much he likes you turns you on, more than you’d like to admit.

“please, what?”

maybe it’s a little much to be asking for the first time with you, he’ll admit, but you’re both so desperate for each other, and you’re really enjoying it, so he figures he might as well go all out.

you throw your head back, but you give him what he wants. “please, will you eat me out, jihoon?”

and as much as he loves the way his name sounds falling from your lips, he’s not done with you yet. “soon,” he replies simply, and you start to protest until he shoves his finger back inside of you.

you try to hold back a yelp at his sudden touch, but it escapes you. he tsks, slowly adding a second finger and ignoring the way you shiver. “don’t be quiet, baby. with all the noise we make in my classroom, i never hear a peep out of you across the hall. i know you can be loud when you want to.”

and you do want to. it’s almost frightening how suddenly his personality has flipped– the shy man you only saw briefly in the halls now has you completely wrapped around his finger, begging him to touch you. and you don’t even care.

the next time he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, you don’t hold back your moans, breath catching in your throat as he begins to speed up. “there you go. good girl,” he coos in a low voice that makes you clench automatically around his fingers, and he grins mischievously. “you make such pretty sounds. should fuck you in my classroom next time, they’ve got better acoustics in there so i can hear your pretty voice better.”

you’re much too focused on the way his thumb is flicking your swollen clit to comprehend the way he says “next time” as if this isn’t a one time thing. but after, when you’ve recovered enough to remember the things said in the heat of the moment, those words are something you won’t forget.

“jihoon, please, don’t talk about work while you’re fucking me,” you manage.

he just grins and laughs, pushing his fingers into you faster. before you know it you feel your orgasm building back up, and you have to resist the urge to reach down and tug on his hair to get him to go faster.

but somehow he must know you’re getting close, because he leans forward and wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking, hard. your back arches and you gasp, not expecting the sudden warmth of his mouth on you.

he flicks his tongue as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and with a cry of his name he finally lets you cum. your cunt clenches hard around his fingers, so tight he can barely keep moving them, but somehow he does, helping you through your orgasm as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

you lay on his bed, panting, trying to catch your breath as he stands up, finally removing his own underwear.

“are you alright?” he asks, and you sit up on your elbows, your vision returned enough to see him now standing nude in front of you.

your eyes are glued to his cock when you answer, staring at how gorgeous it looks and how badly you want him in your mouth. “yeah, i’m–”

“then get up.”

your eyes widen. “huh?”

“do you wanna be on top?” he asks, but you’re already shifting to move off of the bed.

“yes, please.”

he grins. “good.” he sits down where you were just laying, cock resting against his defined abs as you climb up to straddle him. immediately his hands find your waist, guiding you over him.

you push your hips down to grind your clit over his length, not putting him inside you just yet, but moving so he slides through your folds, coating him in your juices.

it’s almost pathetic how eagerly you’re writhing against him, sliding up and down his abs desperately. your eyes are squeezed shut as you concentrate on the pleasure, so you miss the way he stares up at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

what you don’t miss is the way his hands begin to grip more roughly at your hips, helping you ride him until he forces your movements to stop. you pry your eyes open to look at him.

“can i fuck you now?” he asks, and the sudden breathiness in his tone gives you a rush like you’ve never felt.

“please, jihoon,” you whimper in response, voice equally as breathy. “please, been waiting all night.”

he leans his head back against the pillows and exhales, letting his eyes fall closed for a second. “good, because i was about to cum from that.”

you giggle, placing your hands flat on his chest. “well, that wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing.”

he groans. “i know, but then i wouldn’t get to fuck you.”

you lean down to kiss him and he melts into your lips, his hands sliding up your back to grip at your shoulders and pull you closer.

he pushes up and manages to flip you over onto your back again, pressing one more kiss to your lower lip before shuffling down the bed. you spread your legs apart to give him better access, and he positions himself between them, looking down at you with a woozy smile on his face.

he begins pushing into you and you moan. the feeling of being full is something you haven’t felt in a while, but the feeling of being full of jihoon is a completely different story, and you don’t know whether you could go back to anyone else, even if you wanted to.

he pauses for a minute to let you adjust, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you finally feel him pull out and slowly push back in.

“god, you feel so fucking good,” he whines as he starts to increase his pace, hips rocking against yours.

you let your head fall back against the pillows in open-mouthed pants. “more, jihoon, please.”

he leans down and pushes your thighs up against your chest, holding your legs as he continues to pound into you. you vaguely register the praises that fall from his lips with how good he feels inside of you, each thrust angled perfectly to have you already coming closer and closer to the edge.

“jihoon– please! ‘m so close, please let me cum,” you sputter, hands fisting at the sheets for something to hold on to. you don’t know where this side of you came from all of a sudden, asking him for permission, but you can’t deny you kind of like it.

“go on, baby, cum for me,” he says, his voice low and breathy.

and with one more thrust you do, falling apart around him as pleasure burns through every inch of you. all you can do is whimper and let him fuck you through your orgasm, your vision going blank for a few seconds from so much stimulation all at once.

he keeps pushing into you, only easing his pace when you blink up at him, slowly coming back down to earth. your walls spasm around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you murmur out his name. his thrusts get sloppier and more hurried as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

“wh–where do you want me to–”

“on my face?” you interrupt, answering his question for him.

he curses under his breath, immediately followed by a low moan. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters. you clench around him and he swears again, finally pulling out of your cunt and holding his cock above you.

his hand moves quickly back and forth along his length as he chases his high, and it hits when you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue loll out, the lustful look on your face making him lose his mind.

his thick spurts of cum cover your upper half, painting your chin, your neck, your collarbones with white. the little bit that lands on your tongue you eagerly swallow, opening again to show him your empty mouth afterwards, and he groans at the sight.

he rolls over onto the bed, spent. the room is quiet for a minute, the only sound your soft exhales and his labored breathing as it begins to slow.

he presses a kiss to your cheek and slides off the bed, leaving the room for a second before he returns with a cool, wet washcloth, gently cleaning you off. in the moments he’s gone you sigh, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you and basking in the fading glow of your orgasm.

since it’s saturday night and your sundays are usually free, you decide to spend the night with him. both of you are too exhausted to drive, and jihoon is more than happy to let you stay over. of course he would never force you to stay and he would happily pay for your uber home if you wanted, but he won’t deny that he secretly was hoping to spend a little more time with you before school on monday.

you scrub the makeup off your face as best you can and slip into the clothes he offered you, a t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts. after getting cleaned up and comfortable, he makes a small pot of coffee and shows you the rest of his house. it’s a cute little place; not the biggest, but just right for him.

there’s an instrument in almost every room, and now you sit at the edge of his bed wrapped in a blanket, working up the courage to ask him if he’ll play something for you. “i always hear your students, but i’ve never heard you,” you laugh.

he smiles and pulls one of his guitars off the wall, just a hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks as he adjusts the tuning pegs. he strums a couple notes, humming along quietly as he settles into a gentle rhythm.

later, you’re lying in bed with him (he offered to sleep on the couch and let you have his bed to yourself, but you insisted on him staying). the colored lamp on his bedside table is on, casting a soft red glow around the room.

the sheets rustle as he rolls over onto his side. “i’m sorry if it was… intense, earlier,” he says quietly. “i was–” he pauses, thinking of his next words carefully. “i was excited. you’re so… i really admire you. so i might’ve been a little too eager.”

with a little effort you manage to roll over to face him. you reach across the sheets to run your hand through his hair, gently tucking it behind his ear. “don’t apologize,” you whisper. “it was perfect.”

he sighs, and even in the dim red light you can see his shoulders visibly relax. “i’m glad you decided to spend the night,” he whispers back.

you smile. “me too.”

“so you have a boyfriend now?”

you glance up, trying not to instinctively rub at the fading marks on your neck. “and what makes you think that?” you say. okay, so maybe you do technically have… something, now.

“i saw pictures of you and mr. lee on the school’s facebook from the christmas party,” heather says nonchalantly.

before you can even think of a response, something like, “why are you searching for pictures of me,” or, “since when does the school have a facebook profile?”, she shrugs and goes back to her grammar assignment. you were so caught up in jihoon at the party that you honestly don't even remember anyone taking pictures, but you can only hope they didn’t catch the way you were looking at each other in a decidedly not pg-rated way, right before you decided to leave the event.

you hold in a laugh, watching her. she doesn’t say anything more, so you look back at the homework in front of you, waiting to finish being graded. a shiver runs down your spine at the memory of jihoon’s hands roaming your body over the weekend, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with his fingers and his tongue and his beautiful cock.

“if you two get married, can i be the flower girl?” you hear a minute later, interrupting the silence—and your naughty daydreams. “since it was me that got you together.”

“we’ll see,” you glare playfully, raising your eyebrows. after saturday night spent together and the following lazy sunday afternoon filled with soft kisses in between heated touches, you can’t say it isn’t entirely out of the question. but that’s not something you’re about to tell heather and her little gossip group. those details, you’ll have to keep to yourself.

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rgbyshipper101 · 2 years ago

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Animaniacs Reboot Season 3 Episode 3 Review

Again I’ll mention I’m only rewatching the Warners because I don’t fully know P&TB. (This took so long I’m sorry I was busy.)

Variable Verse: Fair pay for trainees! -Dot

Planet Warner

The announcer sounds like Winnie The Pooh. Same voice actor? Reminds me of Nighty Night Toons.

They’re asleep on stage. Long nights. Also is that the girl from the P&TB short in season one? The one where Brain said “hell?” I don’t remember.

How come they’re not in bed? Also I had to look up adolescent because I thought it was teenager. It’s 10-19.

I love the fact that all their jumping animations are different! Cannonball, jump, and twirl.

I get the feeling that this short is a retelling of what actually happened? Lol maybe they did the character from a hat just for this episode.

You know I just thought of something. Back when new cartoons were drawn on paper, toons leapt from it. Can…can they still do that from the computer? Or are they trapped until let out? …oh god.

Boingy boingy boingy! Ralph’s eyes were red the whole time. Yikes. Hello? Yakko’s the most frail member? Damn. So many implications.

The cave reference! Looney Tunes melody too! Meep meep!

Aquaclaus sequels reference Rocky sequels?

Why do some of these remind me of existing characters? Like the bottom left looks like Lola.

The snaps her assistants do. Lol I forgot where that’s from.

See I feel bad when the character isn’t even allowed on the bus. But it’s showing the harsh reality of life of being rejected. Especially in entertainment.

Dang that’s a lot of tamales. Wakko’s literally just eating the wrappers.

Fourth wall break. Not as annoying as usual. They’re definitely projecting. Yeah watch ALL the characters.

The earth is pretty!

I do love this short. Not only do we see the Warners act like themselves more than usual, but it’s educational! It shows how production and pitching an idea in the entertainment industry works. And it doesn’t shy away from reality either - ideas don’t work so they get thrown out. I like the contrast on how the Warners are successful and live comfortably and the new toon is the opposite. I do feel bad for him, though.

Wakko’s the main character here. Finally. He’s the most underused. The animations they did throughout were nice.

I did notice the segments sometimes are more about the background characters more than the established characters. I know it’s easier on a blank slate, but it’s still the Warners show. This segment was fine; I was just mentioning it because it’s been a problem before.

Talladega Mice

D’awww. Cute baby Brain. The references throughout were nice. Cool how they used Orson Welles. Pinky whats with the finger? Why does the balloon sword looks like something else? The other mouse! Oh my god.

I feel like they should’ve done something with Fort Knox. Or at least mentioned it at the end. They have a habit of repeating episodes from the OG. They’re aware of it, too. New ones would be nice, please.

DI Why

So you’re telling me they’re gonna frame the poster with Wakko’s [redacted] showing? Also I forgot about the adult jokes until I heard it. It caught me off guard.

I thought they were gonna go ham with the worker but I guess not. I like Yakko’s line. Don’t flick his nose.

What’s the song the workers sing referencing?

Ah, he was gonna say belly. You notice how they’re drawn with their hands in front of them? Usually in a begging motion?

Don’t you pun Yakko. Dot noticed. Kinda wish they didn’t scoff at them. They did it all the time and were fine with it.

Yakko’s the boomer dad. Or millennial.

I like how both brothers were happy when a song was gonna begin.

Song!!!

How come Dot’s the only one in a cute outfit??? Tragedy.

I actually really like this picture. Wakko stole all those pots and then just smashed them. Lol.That lamp with the leg is an old reference.

Did Wakko just say rehab? What rehab?

This is cute.

Wakko’s head shakes saying “philosophy” while his sibs mouths just vibrate. Cute.

Okay. I love it. Very catchy. They all got a chance to shine. It’s just a nice and sweet song with no bad jokes. Beautiful. Wakko’s voice is the best oh my god.

I like how they all smile when they’re in the water.

Bro Dot got double smacked. Her poor frame broke, too.

Can’t see the Warners doing that to the fans? I honestly don’t remember their relationship with fans besides running away. But it was fine. P&TB cameo.

Again I feel like if there was no story or buildup and just the song it would be fine. Or better. There doesn’t need an explanation for everything.

Planet Warner - 9

Talladega Mice - 8

DI Why - 9

Avg - 8.7

So far this is my favorite episode with rewatchability for me. (Well, for the Warners.) Heck yes.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years ago

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The end of the Last Witch

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (Devil)

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating dark + Sweet

Concept sequel to ‘Last to leave me’

I stood working on a nice pie as I had to go visit the tree tonight, ever since Thomas last visited when he tried my pie he has always requested more. I heard smokey meowing as he sat on his usual window perch.

“What’s wrong smokey?” I asked to go to the window. I tried to peek out into the darkness but before I could get a look the window smashed and something hit my head “ahhhh!” I screamed picking myself up from the floor holding my bloody head, trying to see what it was that got thrown and Immediately I saw it. The rock that hit my head and the flaming bottle that was hurled in the broken window moments later I rushed to the door but no matter how hard I pushed it wouldn't open barred from the outside. “Please! Somebody help me!” I screamed as my cries fell on deaf ears. I tried all the windows but they too has been bolted from the outside leaving me with no escape as flames grew higher and higher "smokey, come here sweetie." I picked little smokey up in my arms cradling him close to my chest as I sat on the floor I was unsure my fate but I knew I had no alternative.

When the smoke and my eyes cleared I found myself somewhere honestly just as warm. I was in a long snaking queue with waist high spiked banisters In Front of me a woman who was soaking wet often coughing up seaweed and leaving a trail of water behind her, an old man behind he who looked as if he could barely walk. The bath we walked on wasna harsh red stone and beyond the railing nothing but fire, everyone moving slowly thought the endless snaking lines every so often we would pass under gates after a good until I began to spot demons guarding the walk many begged them but all where ignored

"Animals below" one threated refusing to let me though

"No. He stays with me"

"Let it go. Now." He demanded trying to rip smokey from me

"No. He's mine!" I argued I thought as much as I could until smokey was ripped away from me screeching and whining as he was tossed away from me "nooooooo!"

"Walk on" he demanded

"I demand to see your master."

"My master?" He laughed "walk on"

"No! Let me see him. Now! I don't belong here" I told him showing the mark on my arm

"Walk!" He demanded throwing me forward forcing me to walk with everyone else. I felt so broken unable to stop my tears after everything I did all the years o served him as his bride. Down here I'm nothing. Just the same walk as everyone else smokey ripped away from me not even a greeting when I arrived. I walked the forced walk for longer then I recall my feet bloody my body broken and bruises, as we walked I often saw demons but today I saw someone I knew.

"Malachi! Malaysia!" I yelled making him perk up

"Y/n?"

"Yes!"

"What are you doing down here?"

"I woke up here."

"Haven't you seen him?"

"No."

"Did you renounce before you left?"

"No. I didn't I swear it. Look" I told him showing my arm

"Just a moment" he says before he headed off elsewhere I waited nervously for a while before he returned with an angry Thomas in tow he immediately picked me up holding me in his arms tightly giving me millions of kisses “What happened? What are you doing here? I was spo worried, the tree burnt down and I couldn’t find you” he explained between kisses “What are you doing here with the rest of them?”

“I arrived to the main entrance with everyone else,”

“Didn’t you show anyone your arm?”

“I did they ignored me and forced me along with everyone else”

“How long have you been down here?”

“Since the fire.”

“You’ve been on the walk on sin since the fire?”

“I have”

“Ohh my god, darling.” He cooed “you poor thing, come on do you remember the demon who wouldn’t let you out?” He asks

“I do”

“Good, come on” He smiled he took me up back to the main entrance of the underworld where I had arrived many days earlier and immediately I pointed the demon out. “Alright my love,” He cooes giving me a kiss “OI! KILLARIS!” he yelled and the demon looked over

“My master” He bowed

“What the fuck!”

“Sir?”

“My wife comes down here, My bride. With her mark. She shows you her mark. Something you know full well you are meant to report to me immediately! But no you ignore her! Leave her on the walk of sin for days!”

“How was I meant to know she was your bride”

“She has the mark! That she showed you!”

“In all due respect sir I assumed you’d have a better bride”

“You are going to the sea of Eternal suffering”

“Sir-”

“Go! You stay there until such a time as I get bored of your suffering”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry my lady”

“Come on darling, let's get you up to the suite so you can rest, once you’ve rested all this off I’ll show you around the underworld” He cooes taking me up to this suite.

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minisugakoobies · 3 years ago

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Happy Accidents | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff, holiday, strangers to lovers, College!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, a lil’ smooching, Namjoon wears that blue cardigan, Namjoon also wears a beanie, it's as fluffy as marshmallows in a mug of hot cocoa

Word Count: 2.2K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Sometimes your clumsiness leads to a happy accident.

A/N: This is my third story for the Winter Wonderland Fic Event, run by the fabulous @hellojeongkook! Inspired by those insta pics of Namjoon all bundled up for the cold weather. And that blue cardigan he wore that one time. You know the one. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Sequel: Safe With Me - part of Milestone Celebration

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Well, this is a colossal waste of time.

You don’t even know why you came tonight. Well, that’s not true, you know exactly why you’re here - Jung Hoseok. Your roommate begged you to come with him to this holiday party your university is throwing for students staying on campus over winter break.

Hobi twisted your arm, promising to do your laundry for the next month, knowing how much you hated schlepping down to the creepy basement every week. So you came. And now you’re alone by the refreshment table, sipping your hot cocoa, most decidedly not mixing it up with anyone.

(There isn’t any booze here. Insult to injury. You wish you’d pregamed, or at least thought to tuck a flask into your pocket.)

Hobi disappeared the minute you’d walked in, as soon as he spotted his crush Lisa, who you belatedly realized was the sole reason he wanted to come tonight. They’re currently spinning around the dance floor together, making the googliest of eyes at each other, and you want to gag at their cuteness.

Given how much Lisa clearly seems to like him, you aren’t sure why Hobi insisted on dragging you here. He obviously didn’t require a wingperson. Maybe this is his subtle way of suggesting you get out and have some of that ‘fun’ he’s always on about.

He’s annoyingly encouraging like that sometimes.

But instead, here you stand, too anxious to ask anyone to dance, seeking comfort in your favorite cold weather beverage. Glancing repeatedly at your watch until you start to worry you’re going to give yourself a repetitive stress injury. Hobi probably isn’t going to want to leave until the party ends, so you might as well find a seat somewhere and get comfortable.

With a sigh, you abandon your post by the mini cupcakes. As you turn, you nearly collide with someone, managing to stop just short. Unfortunately, your hot chocolate continues on its forward momentum, splashing all over the plain white t-shirt he wears underneath a light blue cardigan.

“Oh god!” you yell, setting your now empty cup on the table. Grabbing a stack of napkins, you begin blotting at the liquid, trying to slow its spread across his…

...rather broad chest.

You stop wiping, looking up… and up… into a ridiculously handsome face.

“It’s ok,” the tall man says, smiling kindly down at you. Two dragon-shaped eyes glimmer below a dark brow. As he grins, dimples pop in his cheeks, and you realize you still have your hands pressed against his pecs. You quickly lower them.

“I didn’t see you! I was just walking, and…” you trail off, taking a breath. “I’m so sorry for spilling hot chocolate on you.” Curse your ever-present clumsiness.

He tugs on his shirt, assessing the damage. Dark veins of liquid chocolate are still branching off, covering most of his chest and stomach at this point. It's definitely ruined. “It’s fine. It’s only my favorite shirt.”

Horrified, you stare at him. He glances at your face and laughs. “I’m kidding. It’s a plain tee. Sorry, dumb joke.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologize again, feeling silly.

“Accidents happen. Please don’t worry about it. I’m Namjoon, by the way. You are?”

You give him your name.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he repeats your name, the word becoming a rumbly melody in his deep voice.

You nod, lowering your eyes timidly, only to notice in dismay that you’ve also gotten some chocolate on his gorgeous sweater. “Augh, I’m so sorry! I think I ruined your cardigan, too.”

He examines the brown blotch. “Yep, you did.” He sighs, looking stern. “I’m afraid you owe me a new one.”

“Oh!” You bite your lip. “Of course, you’re right. I can replace it! I just need to know where you got this? And what size - “

“Whoa!” He holds up his hands and you stop babbling. “I’m kidding, again. I’m sorry. I’m really terrible with jokes, I guess.” He smiles reassuringly. “I’m sure it’ll come out in the wash.”

You just nod, afraid to say anything else and make a fool of yourself again.

“But if you want to make it up to me, you could dance with me.”

You stare at him so long that he laughs nervously, running his hand through his hair. “Only if you want to, of course. I really don’t expect -“

“Yes!” you blurt loudly, then flinch, wishing you could play it cool for once. “Yes. I’d like that.”

He offers his elbow and you grasp it lightly as he leads you onto the dance floor. As a slow holiday tune begins to play, he wraps one arm around your back and brings your hand up with the other. His hands are so large, making your own look tiny in comparison.

“I’m sorry again,” you say, now that the cocoa has dried into an unsightly stain.

Namjoon just shakes his head. “Really, don’t stress yourself about it. Truth be told, I’m glad you spilled your drink on me,” he confesses, making you peer up at him in confusion.

“Why, were you tired of that sweater?”

“No,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but smile at the warm sound. He dips his head shyly. “I was having trouble gathering the courage to ask you to dance. It’s just that… I never know how to talk to beautiful women.”

There are many things that you can’t understand in this world. This Adonis having any trouble finding a willing dance partner immediately leapfrogs to the top of the list.

But also… beautiful? His compliment goes straight to your head, and you breathe deeply before quipping, “Well, given your terrible jokes, I’m not surprised to hear that.”

His eyes widen before he catches your playful grin, and then he smirks. “Touché.”

“If it makes you feel better, I never know how to talk to cute guys, either,” you admit, glancing down.

“You seem to be doing fine right now.”

You laugh as he spins you around before pulling you back into his arms. “Oh, so you think I was talking about you?”

His face flushes as you giggle. You’re pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to banter with him like this. You were being honest when you said you had trouble talking to handsome men. (Other than Hobi, of course, but he’s practically your brother, so he doesn’t count.) Your awkwardness increases when you’re nervous, and you always end up saying something dumb or tripping over your own two feet.

He only asked for one dance, but you don’t part when the song ends. Or when the next one fades, either. The conversation keeps flowing, and Namjoon only releases you for the uptempo songs, automatically pulling you back into his arms when the music slows again.

The two of you chat about where you’re from and what you’re studying. You’re shocked to learn he’s an art history major just like you, because you’re sure you’ve never seen him in any of your classes and there is absolutely no way a man this gorgeous could possibly fly under your radar.

“So, what’s keeping you on campus over break? If you don’t mind me asking,” you add quickly, not wanting to seem like you’re prying.

“Needed to fill out some applications for summer internships, and knew if I went home, they’d end up forgotten. You?”

“Well, it’s just me and my dad at home,” you explain. “And he’s been out on a job site for several weeks. At least here, I’m not alone. My roommate also stayed.”

“Ah, that’s nice,” Namjoon hums as he deftly steers you away from a couple who are dancing to their own beat, arms flailing wildly. “But it’s weird, right? Not spending the holidays at home?”

“It’s different, for sure!”

“Different good or different bad?” He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“A mix, I’d say. It’s a little sad, missing out on some of my favorite traditions, but there have been some unexpected delights, too.” You can’t help but look up at him meaningfully, and are rewarded with an enchantingly bashful smile.

As Namjoon whirls you around the dance floor, you catch sight of Hobi, still swaying with Lisa. He covertly flashes a thumbs up in your direction, and you glance away quickly, hoping Namjoon didn’t see him.

Maybe you should lean into your good luck for once and ask Namjoon if he wants to go out sometime. Gazing up at him, you lick your lips anxiously, trying to work up the nerve, when your foot goes rogue and the heel of your boot stamps down directly on his toes. Hard.

“Ah!” he yelps, recoiling in pain.

“Sorry!” You draw back, hands held in front of you in apology.

“It’s ok!” he proclaims, but as he stumbles towards you, limping slightly, you manage to kick his other shin.

“Ow!” He hobbles, grabbing his leg, as you cringe.

Your klutziness strikes again. For some reason, you always lose control of your limbs when you get nervous, flailing around like a newborn calf learning how to walk.

Better bail before someone gets hurt. Or more hurt.

“Shit! I should probably go before I accidentally maim you or something. Th-thank you for the dance,” you stammer, turning away.

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” he protests, but you are already fleeing, heading for your coat. “Wait!”

You don’t look back, intent on saving what little face you have left. As you pass Hobi, he shoots you a concerned look, but you wave him off. Let him have his fun. Later, you can lament about how embarrassed you are. Right now, you just need to get out of there.

Bundled in your fluffy winter jacket, you step outside to find that it is snowing. You curse, wishing you’d checked the weather report earlier, because the cute boots Hobi convinced you to wear were not meant for walking in snow.

This means you need to move slowly and deliberately. The first few steps you take are easy, but as you reach the bottom of the steps, you slip, gasping as you pitch backwards -

-into a strong pair of arms.

Your world is tilted as you stare into those dark dragon eyes again. He’d caught you just before you’d hit the ground, so you’re practically laying on your back. It’s such a vulnerable position, finding yourself totally supported by him.

Setting you back upright, Namjoon grins. “Ok, you’re really boosting my confidence here, letting me sweep you off your feet.”

“That wasn’t you, that was the snow,” you respond without thinking, and he throws his head back as he guffaws, a loud laugh that resounds through the quiet night air. “Did you follow me out here?”

He nods, pulling his long gray trench around himself more tightly as the flecks of snow dot the dark material. A black beanie covers his thick hair, giving him a boyish appearance. “Yeah. I - I was going to ask for your number, but you ran off.”

“Oh?” You blink in surprise. “You sure? I’m afraid I’m always like this. Might be a health hazard dating me.”

He nods again, guiding you down the final steps with a hand on your lower back. Even through your coat, you can feel the heat of his palm where it presses against you. “Yeah, I’m sure. Besides, I'm not worried. I don’t break easily.”

You nearly comment that you believe him since he’s built like a sequoia, but at the tone of his voice you hold your quip.

“You’re not that clumsy, really,” he continues. “But maybe dancing isn’t your forte.”

It takes you a minute to realize he’s teasing. “I don’t think comedy is yours.”

You could listen to that boisterous laugh all night.

The weather is only getting worse, flakes coating everything in sight, so you decide to make your move before you both freeze. “Can I see your phone?”

You key in your number, then hand it back. He fires off a quick text. “There, now you have mine, too.”

Unknown: Can I walk you home?

Grinning, you nod. “That would be nice.”

Once again, he offers his arm, and you slide yours through.

“To be clear, I’m doing this because I don’t want you to injure yourself on the way home,” he informs you as you trudge down the snowy sidewalk towards your apartment.

“And here I was thinking you might want a goodnight kiss.” You shrug. “Good to know I don’t have to worry about that.”

“… I really gotta stop with the bad jokes.”

You laugh as you tug him down the pathway to your place.

“This is me,” you announce as you come to a stop. “If I can be honest with you?”

“Please.” His eyes shimmer merrily.

“I think you undersold yourself when it comes to talking to women. You did just fine with me.”

“Really?” He steps closer, forcing you to look up to meet his soft gaze. “Even with all the dumb attempts at humor?”

“Mmm, yeah, maybe fewer jokes would be all right,” you grin cheekily. “You could always try sweet talk instead.”

In the dim light of the streetlamp outside your building, snowflakes swirling between you melt from his warm smile as his lips drift towards yours. “Gotta save something for our first date.”

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ground-riot-jack · 3 years ago

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Can I - Bakugou

guess who can’t keep up with a series but has hella ideas for one shots :)

summary: based off the song Can I by Kehlani, i literally love that song and I think of bakugou every time i hear it.

warnings: some smut (MDNI), cursing, teasing, cheating, mentions of sex

Your body drops down on to the bed as you try catching your breath. You look up at the man above you, also trying to catch his breath. He sits on his knees and lightly rubs your thighs.

“Your pussy should be illegal brat” He chuckles, moving to stand up.

You reached out and grab his bicep before he gets to far away.

“Don’t tell me we’re stopping at just one round? I want the sequel Katsuki” You tease, doing your best to keep the man in your bed. It wasn’t your fault he was a complete sex god and knew exactly how to make you come apart in minutes.

He bites his lip in contemplation, checking the time on his phone before shutting it off.

“Fine but i’ve gotta be outta here in 2 hours, so no more begging” He states, crawling back over you.

“You love it when I beg” You pull him in for a kiss and oust your hips back into him and just like that, you’re both launched back into a state of ecstasy for another couple hours, responsibilities put on the back burner once again.

———————

“Hey extras, what’d i miss” You say, plopping down at your friend groups lunch table.

“God you’re starting to sound like bakugou” Kaminari states rolling his eyes.

“Speaking of, where is he?” Mina asks

“Him and Ochako said they’d be a few minutes late, she’s talking to a teacher i think” Kirishima responds, taking a huge bite of food.

“So they’re official now?” Mina asks, causing the table to dive into gossip as usual. Everyone adding their opinions. You decided to keep some things to yourself but couldn’t hide the smugness you felt knowing what you and katsuki have.

The gossip session chimes down as the aforementioned couple approaches the table. We all talk and make weekend plans for a few minutes before Bakugou says he’s throwing a party at his place.

“You? You’re throwing a party? You’re actually gonna let tons of shitty idiots into your place? Hah ya right” You laugh at the idea.

“Using my words huh? Some might think you’re a little obsessed with me y/n?” Bakugou quips back.

“Oh please, everyone knows you’re madly in love with me and are too scared to confess” You chuckle.

Ochako stands up and walks away, taking her lunch tray with her. No one says anything but we all look to Bakugou.

“She’ll be fine” He grunts, mumbling about the pain in the ass he calls his girlfriend. Everyone moves on and begins talking about their outfits for the party.

“Why don’t you just tell your girlfriend that your single?” You smirk leaning closer to Katsuki.

“I don’t understand how everyone thinks you’re a sweet little angel, but really you’re a evil pornstar tryna fuck me every chance you get” He growls in your ear.

Ochako comes back with no lunch and a water bottle, sitting close to katsuki. You stand and pack up your mess.

“Alright bro, i gotta hit the library, game tonight?” You dap up all the boys in your group winking at Mina before leaving, putting a bit of extra swish in your hips, knowing who’s watching.

“How the fuck did you even meet her and why does she hang around?” Ochako spits at Bakugou.

“She’s one of the bros, relax” He rolls his eyes, moving to busy himself on his phone. He checks his notifications and sees a text from you.

shitty girl 🙄

You look stressed :( need head?

i know it’s ur fav

You’re being a little loud with your feelings baby

Fuck you, i’m coming over

He smiles locking his phone, he stands and throws his lunch away, telling his girlfriend some excuse about the gym before walking back to his room.

He pushes open his door and sees you laying in his bed on your stomach, reading a book while kicking your feet. He grabs your ankle and pulls you down to him. He flips you over and grabs your neck.

“You gonna be nice and quiet for me?” He immediately dips into your neck.

“No promises. Why’d you wear a white shirt? Just gonna be soaked through with my juices.” You smirk back.

“We’ll see about that.” He laughs, setting his phone on the bedside table.

“Making a sex tape Dynamight?”

“you bet your ass i am�� He says his attention back on you.

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You and mina finish up your outfits and makeup, checking eachother to make sure you look your absolute best. You take an uber from Minas apartment to Bakugous, bottles in hand.

You knock on the door, and are greeted by bakugou in a black t-shirt, gold chain and jeans. It’s blows your mind how hot he can look in a simple outfit.

“Who the fuck are you” He jokes.

“Hi i’m Hell, nice to meet ya” You wink handing him the bottle and slipping in the door.

“You know you’re fucking with a demon, i want you on your best behavior tonight or else” Katsuki growls quietly in your ear as you stand in the kitchen making a drink.

“Anything to please you King Explosion Murder” You joke, walking away to join the rest of your friends.

You end up in the same place you’re always in when you party with bakugou, bent over the bathroom sink, brain melting at the pleasure.

“Fuck i’m close baby, where ya want me?” Bakugou grunts, pace never faltering.

“Inside me please” You cry out

“Fuck such a good little slut, want to make a daddy yea?” He groans while finishing. You both clean eachother up and head back to the party as normal as possible.

——————-

After a few hours, everyone has moved back to their respective homes. You couldn’t help but think about Katsuki, you’d gotten used to him being in your bed until you fell asleep, even if he was gone by the morning.

Your phone began to ring, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s Bakugou.

“Hey Suki”

“Can I stop by?” He whispers

“why are you whispering?”

“Ochakos sleeping in my bed, can i please. Need to see you tonight”

“You’ve already seen me Suki, you can come over but, we can’t keep doing this” You sigh. He agrees then hangs up. Moments later there’s a light knock on your door. As soon as you open it, you’re swooped up in a kiss.

“I need you, not just in the sex way, but like I need you. I don’t want her, just wanted to make Deku jealous. Want you” He speaks in between kisses.

“Can we figure out the logistics after please Suki?” You beg.

“Of course baby, after” He pulls you down the hall and into the bed, beginning the same dance you’ve become so used too.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut

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worldformula · 2 years ago

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oh my god how does ryuki fit into this new au what is happening omg saito is there I NEED THESE DETAILS... what is this au i’m begging to know

Talked a bit about their current dynamic and the AU in previous asks (please feel free to scroll down my tag for it, which is just “aitsf au” because I am trying to be as spoiler free as possible) but of course I love to ramble!

AINI / AITSF SPOILERS

We’re playing a bit fast and loose with the overall plot to be honest because the AU initially was just about Hitomi and Renju saving Iris Sejima from the worst house on earth and then we expanded after Nirvanai, but we haven’t ironed out any fine details because we focus so heavily on the family aspect, so it’s kind of up in the air and subject to change. But the general premise thus far is that Bibi and Ryuki (no Date here, because he is Falco) are ABIS agents who are investigating the various disappearances of people after the release of the weird internet video Bats490. Canonically we know that that was just the Naix version of Cicada 3301 and no people actually went missing after they posted weird videos but who knows in this AU. Ryuki’s investigating Naix and his research eventually leads him to the Sejima’s, because they find out the family is funding Naix Japan (it’s just Uru, but they don’t know exactly which one of them it is, or if it isn’t the entire family on board).

Ryuki gets caught up in Saito’s mind games, one of them being that Saito manipulates an insane situation so that Ryuki ends up “saving” him from a deadly force encounter (on behalf of Uru — it’s a long story LOL), leading their relationship to end up being something like “hero” and “victim who the hero saved”, which further convinces Ryuki that their relationship is a legitimate thing based in reality and goodness and not completely made up nonsense on Saito’s part.

The problem is that Ryuki is unfortunately kind of weak to subliminal messaging (which I translated to being prone to artful manipulation), has an underdeveloped taste for righteous violence (making it actual child’s play to trick him into committing evils), REALLY likes it when people tell him what to do (which Saito naturally prefers to do, being a bossy spoiled brat and the oldest sibling), and likes praise but thinks he deserves to be punished (and Saito is very good at lying through his teeth when complimenting + dishing it out in a really cruel manner), which is making all this rather easy.

It must be said that anything regarding Saito and Ryuki is completely and absurdly indulgent of me specifically so you can imagine the toll it takes on Mads to have to watch me do this to the rather one-dimensional serial killer of AITSF and the town blorbo of the sequel. But I promise I do reason everything out and I gave Jeff the Killer some depth here. So to some degree, despite everything, he does enjoy Ryuki’s company, because he’s something like his first “friend” outside of his family. If it weren’t Saito Fucking Sejima, it would be nice if something kind of good could be borne of this but he’s honestly too far gone in rich family dysfunction and murder mind games as far as we know.

#ask #anonymous #aitsf au #aini spoilers #aitsf spoilers #Hey ryuki have you heard of Nero and Sporus. Is that IP you’re familiar with

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daydreaming-in-letters · 3 years ago

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Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)

Night Two

05/25/2021

Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: hormones, sex during pregnancy, fingering, vaginal sex, slight dom!August, dirty talk, language

Summary: In the middle of her second trimester, Mrs Walker is a hormonal mess. One night, she finds herself in dire need of release, but August just won't wake.

A/N: Next part of the sequel coming right up and things are getting a little steamy...

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“August?”

Expectantly she listened into the silence. Nothing. Well, at least if one didn’t count his steady breathing and the rolling of the waves in the distance.

“August,” she tried again, a little louder this time. But still he didn’t move. Measuring her options, she watched his face in the pale moonlight that fell through the open windows. He looked so peaceful, and she envied him his deep slumber. How was he not even sweating in this clammy heat?

Finally, the curtains swayed in a breeze of night air, making her hope for a little refreshment, but it only brought more of the sweltering humidity. With a thud, her head fell back into the pillows, underlined by a frustrated sigh. Slowly her hands drifted over the already rather prominent bump that had once been a delightfully squishy part of her body.

“You know this is really only your fault, right? As if the bloody nausea hadn’t been enough in the first place, now you decide to torture me with everlasting horniness instead. Is it too early to say that you’re taking after your father completely?”

But instead of an answer, another gush of wind rolled over her sensitive skin, the sensation alone enough to make her moan as it coaxed another wave of desire to roll through her. This was insufferable, she thought, as she propped herself up on one elbow again. Why wouldn’t he just wake up? At every other time, he picked up on her horny state with the precision of a bloodhound. Damned be his stupid sound sleep.

She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. She would most likely regret this and in the end it would probably hurt her more than him. But desperate times demanded desperate measures, and by now she was willing to do almost anything if he only tended to her need and got his dick inside of her promptly.

“August!” she almost yelled and with a swish, her hand cut through the thick air until it came down on his cheek with a harsh slap.

Roaring at the top of his lungs he was wide awake in an instant. And before she could fathom what was happening, she found herself on her back, wrists pressed into the pillow next to her head by his strong hands, furious eyes glaring down at her wildly.

“You’re lucky you’re carrying my child, woman, or you might have found yourself bend over my knees by now to receive your adequate punishment.”

She could feel her walls clench violently around nothing by the mere thought of him having his way with her like that. And before she even had the chance to hold it back, a needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much.” She bit her lip again and it didn’t escape her notice how his grip on her loosened a bit, his eyes softening equally upon her eagerness.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

She nodded, shooting him a perfect pair of doe eyes. “Bloody hormones won’t let me sleep, Augie.”

With a huff, more of the tension left his body. “At least that would explain why you thought it wise to slap me awake.”

“What else was I supposed to do? I did try the nice way, but you just wouldn’t wake up and my panties are literally soaked.”

He growled lowly in the back of his throat, making her clench even harder.

“Are they now?”

Careful not to put his weight onto her body, he clutched both of her wrists in just one hand. He grinned smugly and she knew immediately that she was in trouble. The best kind of trouble. And while she still couldn’t believe that her ludicrous plan had actually worked, his free hand dipped down between her legs without a warning, forcing them apart to grant him better access. Lazily, he dragged his fingers through her folds, stirring the fire inside of her with minimal effort.

“Now that’s disappointing.” What? Having expected his praise, those words of displeasure made her heart fall instantly. But he wasn’t done scolding her, yet. “First you hit me like a bloody lunatic and now you have the audacity to lie to my face so shamelessly, princess?”

“I’m not lying,” she croaked, feeling utterly sorry for herself as she saw her chances for satisfaction dwindle, “My juices are practically flowing over.”

But August’s face stayed unreadable, giving her no hint at all where this was going.

“Oh, no doubt about that,” he finally stated after a long minute of silence.

Wrinkling her forehead in confusion, she was forced to watch helplessly as his face came closer. She could already feel his searing breath on her lips, closing her eyes in anticipation of a redeeming kiss, when he turned his head only the fraction of an inch before contact and dove down into the crook of her neck.

“But your panties aren’t soaked at all, princess, because actually, you’re not wearing any.”

The hunger in his impossibly low voice would have been enough to make her dizzy, but when he bit down on her neck with purpose her body reacted of its own accord. Her back arched violently, pressing herself into him while a deep moan told of her want for more. And when she suddenly felt his fingertips press into her entrance, she knew that his whole act of disappointment had simply been for show. A distraction, so that he -

Oh God, his fingers were filling her so perfectly. Deeper and deeper he sank into her until he was buried three knuckles deep. With a gasp her eyes flew open again and she almost missed his next sentence above the white noise that rushed in her ears.

“You know, you’re really lucky, my painfully aroused angel. Because your sweet little pussy is far too wet to worry about such minor details now.”

His fingers had picked up a steady pace, sliding in and out of her sensitive womanhood pointedly. It was a good start, she thought, but by far not enough to sate her craving. As always, he enjoyed teasing her more than anything. But unlike every other time, tonight she wasn’t in the mood for his teasing, not in the agonising state she was in.

“August, please,” she whimpered. “You promised to make it better, not worse.”

Unimpressed by her words, he continued his slow ministrations, his mouth nipping and sucking its way from her shoulder to her ear.

“You must be mistaken,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft spot right underneath her ear that made her shiver. “I can’t remember making a promise like that at any point.”

Another wave of frustration took hold of her as her brain registered his repeated rejection. Straining against his tight grip, she was practically begging by now.

“Please, I…”

“Say it!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

No, she wouldn’t let him have this triumph, even if he chose to deny her the satisfaction she longed for because of her disobedience. In that case she would have to tend to herself, but under no circumstance would she let him tease her anymo - oh.

Holy shit. She didn’t know how this was possible, but it somehow had escaped her notice altogether that his head had abandoned its spot next to hers and had dipped down to pay his attention to one of her oversensitive breasts. And before she would lose her mind completely, she cried out in a state of utter desperation.

“I need you to fuck me, August. Please. Let me feel your hard cock deep inside of me or I’ll go insane.”

In the blink of an eye he stopped, his hands and mouth retreating as soon as she had finally said the words, giving her some time to calm down a little.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, princess, was it?” he whispered smugly. “Now let me deliver you from your agony.”

Her senses still in overdrive, she felt too weak to even move, but that didn’t matter anyway because, as always, August took care of her. Gently he moved her around until her body moulded into his perfectly. His warm chest lay against her back, his arm offering her a comfortable place to rest her head, and soon she could feel the claiming press of his promisingly hard length. With no effort at all, he sank into her, and finally, finally the excruciating unease inside of her ebbed away.

“Shit, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, darling.” His hot breath fanned across her neck, setting her on fire.

“I’ve also never been this pregnant and this horny before,” she moaned, her hand finding his on the cool sheets, entwining her fingers with his as he slowly started to move.

“Don’t worry. I promise we’re going to change one of these two in no time.”

And eager to keep his promise, his free hand dove down to the junction of her thighs, granting himself access to her bud. Carefully he pressed down, opting for drawing slow, deliberate circles. She was so hypersensitive as of lately and he was determined not to overdo it like last time. But judging from her elaborated breaths and the tell-tale sounds that fell from her sweet mouth, she was enjoying herself genuinely.

“August.” His name rolled over her lips with a shiver while his mouth tended to the sweet spot on her neck. Argus-eyed, he monitored every movement, every noise she made. Her relief was all that mattered to him now. But the first beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead, triggering his worry in mere seconds.

“Should we stop?”

“No!” she almost cried out as if she was in pain. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

And as soon as she had uttered the words, she could feel the eagerly-awaited tension inside of her build. Every thrust, every kiss he left on her overheated skin, every groan that rolled through his chest brought her closer, pushing her closer towards deliverance. And when she finally passed the point of no return, she turned her head to find his lips while the redeeming pleasure rolled over her enraptured body. And just when she thought she would pass out from all the bliss, she could feel his response.

He was sure that she had never climaxed this hard, her walls gripping him so tightly that the sensation caught him completely off guard. Speeding up his hips, he allowed himself to give in as well. And while his mind gradually clouded over, he grabbed her belly possessively in his last moment of clarity and for the first time, he could feel a sign of the life that was growing inside of her.

Part 3

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dp-marvel94 · 3 years ago

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I am you (and you are me)

For Invisobang 2021. Art by @bibliophilea

On AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Summary: Set post Kindred Spirits. Something has been different since Danny came back from Vlad's and it started when the older half ghost had the tiny clone overshadow him. The half ghost remembers: His own screams. A pain in his inmost being, in his core. A tug back and forth. Being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... the blackness of death.

Danny comes back from the experience changed, with the memories of two lives stuffed in his head and new powers. The fire powers are pretty cool but shrinking, often involuntarily, makes him feel weak and vulnerable. All of it, the powers and memories, terrify him as he learns what they mean. And the thought of telling his loved ones...How can the half ghost hope that Jazz, Sam, and Tucker will understand and accept him now when he himself cannot?

Warnings and Tags: Self harm, Identity confusion, Self-Hatred, Ectoplasm and melting clones related gore, Clone Angst, Nightmares, Memory Issues, Involuntary Shrinking. Panic Attacks, Frostbite is Danny’s Icedad. Evil Vlad Masters, Bad Parent Vlad Masters, Split Danny, Ghost Catcher, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual acceptance (by Danny and by his loved ones). Sibling Bonding, Friendship, Danny finally gets a hug.

Note: Welcome to my Invisobang fic! This is a semi-sequel to my story "Nothing and Everything." It's set directly after that story, though assuming an alternative ending. It is not necessary to read the older story to understand this one. All you need to know is, it deals with the aftermath of Danny being overshadowed by one of the clone's in Kindred Spirits and the emotional impact of the experience.

All that being said, big thanks to my amazing artist @bibliophilea for the amazing comic, and for beta reading! Thanks to @welcome-tothe-mystery-shack for your comments and feedback on this story. And finally, a huge thanks to my dearest sister @nervousdragonrebelpie for looking over chapters and listening to me ramble about this story for the past few months. I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without you.

Preview Below:

Chapter 1:

“No! I’m a person. People have names! I have to have a name. I’m not….” A sob tried to break free from his throat.

A knock suddenly rattled the door. “Danny!” Mom called.

Both boy’s heads popped up, focusing on the door. They turned to face each other. “Don’t do this.” The real Danny begged.

“What?” The being asked.

“Every time you get close to the truth, you dream up a distraction.” His eyes widened in desperate panic. “Please don’t-”

Danny’s eyes popped open, a dream swirling in his mind. His heart raced, the sheets sticking to his sweaty body. His brow wrinkled, one shaking hand moving up to rub his aching head. Aching…. He still had that damn headache.

The boy closed his eyes, trying to push the pain away, to coax his heart rate down. He breathed. In and out. In and out. Slowly, so slowly, the throb in his head dimmed, his heart calming. But still, anxiety ate up his insides.

Blearily, the boy opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Dissatisfied, he groaned and rolled onto his side. He clenched and unclenched his fists, balling up the fabric on his bed. His bed. Yes, this was his bed…. Sleeping in a bed was so nice and comfortable but at the same time... something about it felt…. off.

The boy pinched his eyes closed, trying to make sense of the feeling. His stomach flopped. Something was off. Something was different. After today, after he’d come back from Vlad’s, after the man kidnapped him, after the man clo-

Danny cut off the cursed word, his mind refusing. He buried his face in his pillow. Vlad’s. Something had happened, something had.. had changed at Vlad’s but he couldn’t... quite... remember.

It flashed in images. Being locked in a pod. Electrocution. His own screams. Pain. A pain in his inmost being, in his core…. On the bed, Danny’s core throbbed at the thought… A tug back and forth. Then being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... blackness.

He’d passed out. Danny knew that much. And he’d woken up at some point later but everything between that and when he had arrived home was a blur.

Confusion. His head swimming. Danielle.. sister… frowning in worry. The hiss of the pod being released. A sigh of relief. An ectoblast. Twisted metal and glass. Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm on his hands, on the floor. Oh god, oh god. He hadn’t meant to do that. He wasn’t... the others weren’t supposed to…. weren't supposed to...

Vlad... Master... Vlad... glaring in pure hatred. “Get behind me.” His ears ringing with a scream. The older halfa being knocked into his shelves. His knees wobbling. He fell and turned human. (Human... why did the fact that he could do that make him so happy?) But then horror. Vlad was still up and moving.

Then Sam and Tucker crashed through, hitting the older man. Locking Vlad (Master) in a pod. He needs... he needs to find Danielle. He needs to find his baby sister. But she’s gone. She’s gone.

His friends’ worried faces. “Danny, you’re not making any sense.” “Hey! Hey! Stay with us!” He wobbled…. where was Danielle?..... falling forward….. Sam and Tucker caught him.

At some point later, he’d woken up on his bed with worried friends and sister who he couldn’t adequately comfort. His head had been pounding and he couldn’t remember what happened to him… and what he did remember made little sense. Sam had checked his eyes; he didn’t have a concussion or any other injuries. With his head throbbing, he’d dismissed the confusion as being from the stress of the kidnapping and electrocution. His friends believed him, though anxiety was plain on their faces. But after a few minutes, his friends had said their goodbyes, leaving him to get some much needed sleep.

But now, the night after, Danny laid on his bed. His headache was gone, his mind clearer. He should feel better yet... his heart was sinking like a stone in his chest. That dream. That dream. That was familiar. So familiar. Like it had really happened. Like... it meant something. And yet…. Danny yawned, sudden tiredness overtaking him. He closed his eyes.

Maybe this was the ramblings of a sleep deprived brain. Yeah, maybe he was just tired. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and everything would be okay. The boy pulled his covers more tightly around himself and fell asleep.

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The next morning, after quickly getting ready for school and rushing off, found Danny at his locker. The boy frowned, wracking his brain. What was his locker combination again? He spun the lock, landing on 25. That was the first number, right? Then….56. And finally….12? The lock clicked and he pulled the door open.

Danny sighed. Why was that so hard to remember? He’d had to open his locker just yesterday. He should remember… but why did that feel like a lifetime ago?

“Hey! Danny!” Tucker’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Danny gasped in surprise. In his chest, his core swelled and his body reflexively flickered invisible. A second later, he reappeared, rubbing his chest.

The next thing he knew, Sam was at his side. “What was that?”

“Yeah.” His technogeek friend took a step forward, voice quieting. “Your powers haven’t slipped up like that in months.”

Danny frowned, shaking his head. “I guess... I guess I’m still kinda shook up after….” He wrapped his arms around himself.

Sam’s face softened, seeming to understand. “Do you feel any better?” She asked kindly.

The halfa’s brow wrinkled. “Well, my headache’s gone.”

“You do look better.” The goth commented, her brow furrowing with worry. “You looked rough last night.”

“Yeah, you were really out of it too.” Tucker frowned. “You kept asking where someone called Danielle was? And for your sister?” Clear confusion rang out in his voice and just a hint of teasing…. “We kept telling you Jazz was at home, covering for us.” as if the idea that he was worried about his older sister, when she wasn’t even involved, was funny.

But something in the recollection made Danny shiver. He remembered worrying about Danielle. But…. sister... he hadn’t been talking about Jazz. He’d been asking about another girl, with blue eyes and-

“Then you passed out.” Sam continued. “And we took you home.”

For a too long moment, his friends looked at him questioningly. Finally, Danny bit his lip. “I think I remember that.”

The confirmation seemed to encourage his friends. “That’s good.” Said Tucker.

Danny wasn’t sure it was. But he had no more time to think on it before the bell rang and they were walking to their first class.

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During lunch period, Danny sat down at their familiar table, the same one as yesterday and every day since the start of freshman year. He placed down his tray and looked over the tables, waiting for Sam and Tucker to join him.

The boy’s brow furrowed. The cafeteria looked the same as every day. The same as yesterday when…. Danielle phasing through the table, a tiny green speck racing passed him…. At the lunch table, Danny’s core pulsed anxiously. Yes, that had happened but at the same time…. Looking back at the two chasing him. Laughing without sound at their fun game.

Danny shivered, feeling cold. He rubbed his chest, nervously.

“Danny?” Someone was waving a hand in front of his face. “Danny? You with us man?”

The halfa blinked and turned, meeting Tucker’s eyes. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“What’s with the spaciness?” Sam said bluntly. She stabbed at her salad. “You were like that all during English too.”

“Was I?” The boy questioned. He shook his head. “Sorry. Just... thinking about stuff.”

His friends gave him worried looks but didn’t question him. Frankly, it was to Danny’s relief. He couldn’t seem to put his thoughts in order. He couldn’t explain this... weird feeling.

The friends chatted for most of the lunch period, Sam and Tucker dominating the conversation with a debate about the newest Doomed update.

All the while Danny idly rubbed at his chest with one hand. He picked at his cheese fries. Normally they were pretty good, but he wasn’t feeling it today. He shivered again, flinching as his fork fell through his intangible hand.

“Again?” Tucker questioned with a raised brow.

Danny didn’t respond, instead picking up his fork only for his core to flare and the utensil to fall through his fingers again. With an annoyed grumble, the boy rubbed his chest again.

“Do you think something’s up with your powers?” Sam quietly asked.

The halfa looked up, frowning. “No... I mean…”

The goth pointed. “Danny, you keep rubbing your chest.”

Danny looked down, brow furrowing. Below his palm, his core pulsed. There was something… strange about the rhythm and…. he adjusted the position, pressing just the smallest bit harder. Normally, it fit comfortably under his palm but now... “It’s... bigger?” He muttered.

“What?” Tucker asked.

Danny lowered his hand. “My core?” He shook his head. “No... I’m imagining it.” His core pulsed unhappily, even as he rubbed his forehead. “I’m just tired, I guess.”

Sam and Tucker again looked like they wanted to argue, but the bell rang and they split up, each hurrying to their next class.

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The rest of the school day was surprisingly normal. Just his typical classes, without even a ghost fight to interrupt his day. Danny should have felt relieved for such a chill day after what happened last night but yet…. The boy tapped his pencil on his desk. He felt anxious. He must still be shook up, like he told his friends this morning.

Danny bit his lip, shaking the writing instrument in his hand again. It went flying out of his grip and clattered onto the floor. The boy huffed as he bent down to grab it. His hand hadn’t even turned intangible this time.

With that, the boy straightened in his seat. He glanced at the clock. 20 more minutes left in class. Just 20 minutes. Then he could go home and take a nap. He rubbed his eyes. He was still tired after getting back so late. Maybe some sleep would help him feel better.

Soon enough, the bell rang. Danny stood and walked to his locker. This time, he remembered the combination without wracking his brain. He pulled out his books and turned to his friends, who were collecting their own belongings.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Danny said.

“Yeah, see you later.” Tucker replied.

“Call us if something comes up with the ghosts.” Sam frowned. “I’m grounded but…. I’ll sneak out if you need me.”

The technogeek groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m grounded too.”

The halfa looked down guiltily. “Sorry.” He bit his lip. “You guys shouldn’t be grounded because you had to save my sorry butt.”

“It’s fine.” Sam comforted. “We weren’t not going to save you. We’re your friends.”

“Yeah.” Tucker agreed. “It’s just the price to pay for being superheroes.”

Danny half-smiled, though he didn’t much feel like it. He wasn’t much of a hero. Guilt still choked his heart. He hated getting his friends in trouble. But still…. “Thanks for having my back.”

“No problem.” Tucker confirmed.

Then down the hall, someone called his name. “Danny?”

The boy turned. It was his sister, Jazz. He frowned. Oh right, he hadn’t talked to her since he’d been half out of it last night.

The girl quickly approached. “There you are. Come on. I’m driving you home.”

Jazz didn’t give him a choice as she started leading him towards the entrance. Danny waved at his friends, watching their worried faces until he turned the corner.

Less than two minutes later, the pair were seated in Jazz’s car. The girl didn’t start the vehicle, instead turning to face her brother. “Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?”

“I... Uh…” Danny stuttered, trying to collect his thoughts.

“You disappeared during the middle of school. Sam and Tucker said some weird ghost girl showed up. You went off to fight some ghost and the next thing they knew, Vlad was carrying you away.”

The boy crossed his arms. “It sounds like you already know what happened.” He muttered.

Jazz pinned a serious look. “I know Vlad kidnapped you but…. what did he do to you?”

Danny paled. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Something happened. You were unconscious when Sam and Tucker got back. And you were super out of it when you woke up. But you weren’t physically hurt. What did Vlad do to you?” His sister pushed.

Danny swallowed, his stomach flopping. “I... I don’t…. It’s fuzzy….”

Jazz rose a brow, her tone suggesting she knew there was more to it. “Danny.”

The boy flinched. “I... he... Vlad electrocuted me?” He remembered. Being locked in a pod, electricity running through him. The creepy hologram of his mom. But... but... there was more.

His sister paled. “Oh... I’m so sorry.” Her voice softened and she didn’t say anything for a while, then… “Do you know why he did that?”

Danny stiffened, looking up. The reason sparked in his mind, with the image. Vlad hissing in front of him, boasting his plan. The man had explained but…. the words stayed just out of reach. Danny's face set in a pointed frown. He shook his head.

Jazz’s own frown deepened. “That little girl…. Sam and Tucker said she looked just like you in ghost form. What does she have to do with all this?”

The boy avoided her eyes, heart fluttering nervously. The little girl.... her face snapped into focus in his mind. Danielle, that was her name. But... there was another word. Started with an S or…. a C. She was like him; she was a clo-

Danny shook his head. No, that wasn’t right. Well…. part of it was right. Danielle had been there. She’d been helping Vlad. She helped the man hurt him; painful betrayal stabbed at him from the thought. But at the same time…

“She helped me. She helped me fight Vlad.” The half ghost said quietly, awed realization sparking as he remembered.

“But… who was she?” Jazz asked, equally quietly.

Just like that, the boy paled again. The word, the cursed word, formed in his mind without his permission. Clone. She was a clone of…. him?... No... that didn’t sound right... he was the same as her but... it had to be true. His frown deepened.

“Who was she?” His older sister asked again.

The boy shivered. “I... I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Danny.” Her voice softened. “You can tell me. It’s-”

“I... I can’t... I don’t wanna talk about it.” He focused on his hands in his lap, trying to keep them from shaking.

“Clearly, whatever happened is bothering you. You can tell me.”

“No. I-” Danny bit his lip, reaching for the door. He couldn’t stay in here with her, couldn’t deal with the questions he had no answers for or rather... questions he couldn’t bear to answer. The… the c word... he couldn’t say it, could barely think it. How could he explain how everything felt wrong, like he wasn’t actually-

“Wait.” Jazz cut off his thoughts. “You don’t have to talk until you’re ready. Just... let me drive you home.”

The boy lowered his hand and slumped back in his seat. “You... you promise? You won’t press?”

His sister’s brow furrowed. Her face was tight, like she didn’t want to agree; but after a long moment, she sighed. “Alright. I promise.”

Danny nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Jazz turned the car on, put it into drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove home in silence. Once they arrived, the boy went straight up to his room. He rubbed his head, flopping down onto his bed. He needed... he needed a nap. Yeah…. That was it. He was still tired.

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Sister smiled down at him. “Look at this!” The black haired girl held up her crayon drawing. “This is me.” She pointed. “And Muscles. And Bones. And Daniel.” Her smile widened as she tapped at the last figure. “And this is you.”

The being tilted his head. He floated up, placing small hands on the green figure on the paper. He blinked owlishly up at the girl.

The corner of the girl's mouth turned down. She placed down the paper and offered him a crayon. “Come on. You try.”

The tiny being hovered forward, reaching out to touch the crayon. It was so big, almost half as tall as he was. He frowned, trying to understand.

“Make yourself a little bigger and you’ll be able to hold it.” She encouraged. “Come on. You can do it.”

The being scrunched his brow and he stretched. He was about the size of a toddler, maybe two and a half feet tall. He reached out, grabbing the crayon with his slightly larger hands.

“Great.” Sister said. She pushed a fresh piece of paper in front of him. “Now you draw. Like this.” She demonstrated, rubbing the crayon against the paper so color transferred onto it.

The being flopped down, sitting on the floor. Slowly, so slowly, he copied the girl. He traced his drawing instrument over the paper. He scribbled, creating a mess of lines and shapes without meaning or purpose.

Sister smiled proudly anyway. “You’re doing it. Good job, Tiny.”

He beamed, something in him sparking at the praise. He continued scribbling but the image changed into something more purposeful. A house took shape, stick figures. A large man and slimmer woman. A little girl and a little boy.

The little boy giggled at his drawing. His hands were chubbier than before. A toddler’s, instead of the miniaturized version of a teen’s.

“Jazzy!” He looked up, showing off his drawing to the little redhead girl.

His older sister looked up. “That looks great, Danny!” She put her own crayons down, rubbing her sweaty forehead. “It’s so hot.”

The boy suddenly dropped his crayons and drawing. “Outside! Let’s go outside!”

“But it’s hot.” The girl repeated.

The boy was already running off. “Mommy! Mommy! Can we play in the sprinklers?! Please! Please!”

Mommy turned around from where she was making lunch. “After we eat, okay?”

“Okay!” The four year old beamed, already running up the stairs to get his swim trunks.

The next thing he knew, he was outside. Mommy set up the sprinkler. He and Jazzy ran around it, giggling. Daddy came outside with water balloons and Danny let out a happy scream. “Water balloons!”

The little boy grabbed one and threw it at his sister.

Danny blinked awake to bright light on his face. His nose wrinkled. It was still light out? Oh wait, he had been taking a nap. He sat up, yawning and rubbing his forehead. He’d been dreaming again, this time about…. He shivered, remembering. He’d been playing in the back yard with Jazz when he was four. And... he’d been with Danielle. She’d been showing him how to draw.

The boy’s stomach flopped. That didn’t make sense. That hadn’t happened. Maybe... maybe he was thinking about her because Jazz had asked, earlier, when they’d been in the car but... that had felt like a memory.

Dread balled in his gut. He’d been small, smaller than her hand. And then he’d stretched and he was bigger, about the size of a toddler. Danny looked down at his hands, his human, properly sized hands. That, changing his size, wasn’t something he could do but…. In the dream, Danielle had called him Tiny. It didn’t make sense and yet….

He remembered. One of the other clones. The small green one. Danny shivered. That one, that one could shrink. That clone had overshadowed him.

The knowledge hit Danny like a ton of bricks. The tiny clone had overshadowed him. How... how didn’t he remember that until just now? How hadn’t he realized? Danny grimaced, a sickening feeling squeezing his insides. He’d been possessed. Someone else had been in his body, controlling his actions, messing with his mind. The boy wrapped his arms around himself. He felt violated at the thought. That was so wrong. Vlad had ordered one of his clones to overshadow him. And…. more memories of the experience pressed into his mind.

Danny had been semi-aware of the other presence. There had been a fight for control, another core so close to his and…. Memories, thoughts that weren’t his. Flashes of the tiny clone’s memories. And the feeling of tiny hands rifling through his own mind.

Danny pulled his knees to his chest. That must be why he’s felt so off. It was the aftereffects of being possessed. And that dream, the flashes of memory…. he must be remembering what he’d seen and felt from the tiny clone while it had been possessing him.

The boy sighed. But... the feeling would go away eventually, right? It would. He’d felt off after Sidney had overshadowed him as well. It had taken a bit to get used to being in his own body again. And Sidney was more experienced with overshadowing than his clone had been. The ghostly nerd knew how to push Danny’s spirit out of his body, instead of forcing both ghosts to cohabitate. That was why there were strange memories now, unlike last time.

But it didn’t matter. He’d get back to normal soon enough and his friends and sister would have nothing to worry about. Everything would be okay, right?

Danny stood up, rolling his shoulders to stretch. He had homework to do. He sat down at his desk, trying to ignore the way his stomach still flopped.

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babybluebex · 4 years ago

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can I please request a sebastian stan imagine where sebastian and the reader are both dating other people but they end up liking each other after filming something together, and the rest is up to you? xx

distance [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.9k ➽ summary: see above! ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of tom hiddleston x reader, angst, pining ➽ a/n: enjoy!

Jealousy was new to you. Sure, you turned green every so often, but it wasn’t a usual occurrence. It happened infrequently enough that you forgot the way it felt every time it bubbled up again. Recently, though, you were familiar with jealousy.

You weren’t quite sure when it started. Maybe when you first met Sebastian. It was at the premiere for Avengers. You had been in it, playing Tony Stark’s daughter Lucy, who was kidnapped by the crazed Loki. In filming your scenes with Tom Hiddleston, you had grown to appreciate him, and the premiere was a sort-of announcement that you were dating. By that point, you already knew that you would be in the next Captain America movie, and you were thrilled to work with Chris and Scarlet again. On top of that, you were excited to meet Anthony Mackie.

You didn’t know that Sebastian would be in Winter Soldier until he approached you at the premiere. He looked handsome, suit and rings and slicked hair, and he congratulated you on an amazing performance. “Oh, I loved you in First Avenger,” you told him with a smile. “Bucky was my favorite by far. I cried when he died.”

Tom wrapped his arm around your waist and nodded in agreement. “She was truly a mess,” he said. “We had to pause the movie.” He shook Sebastian’s hand, and the force of it wasn’t lost on you.

“I got emotional during your scene together in the Tower,” Sebastian said. “Lucy begging for her dad, and Loki’s unrelenting cruelty. I just… Wow. It blew me away!”

“Thanks,” you said. “Are you gonna visit the Winter Soldier set?”

Sebastian laughed and bit his bottom lip. Full and pink. He was so totally handsome, and you felt lightheaded even being in his presence. “Well,” he started. “I’m actually in it.”

You gasped. “What? How? Bucky died!”

“He was rescued,” Sebastian said slowly. “By HYDRA. And he comes back.”

“Oh, my God,” you laughed. “Oh, you just made my entire night. Wow! I-I can’t wait!”

Sebastian nodded, and he looked to his side. A few meters away, a woman was talking to the press, and she quickly came and kissed Sebastian on the cheek. You recognized her as one of his co-stars from Once Upon A Time, and you felt that unfamiliar jealousy bubble in your stomach. Why were you jealous? You were on the arm of one of the most talented and successful actors, and, besides that, you loved your boyfriend.

So why did you want more?

Filming for Winter Soldier started, and you quickly found out your character’s storyline. She was working with Steve and Fury to help in reparations of the New York fiasco from Avengers, and she was the first one to encounter the Winter Soldier. She wouldn’t recognize him and would tell Steve about her encounter with a super-soldier, and Natasha would tell the story of the Winter Soldier, how he was a myth and a ghost. The directors, the talented Russo brothers, had told you that an arc would extend past the movie and into the sequels where Lucy helps break Bucky Barnes from his brainwashing and they would eventually fall in love. But, they assured you, that was several films off. They didn’t even plan for Lucy and Bucky to kiss until the next Captain America movie.

You and Sebastian became quick friends. Despite the metal-like prosthetic and long hair and heavy makeup that he wore on set, you found comfort in him. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt at ease with him. Between takes, you could be found laughing and jokingly sparing with him.

One night, after filming, you called Tom. He was on a press tour for Dark World at the same time, which meant that your schedules never lined up. That night was the first time you had properly talked to him in weeks. “Hi, love,” you said. “How’re you? I miss you like crazy.”

“I miss you too, darling,” Tom told you in his smooth baritone. “I’m alright. Tired as hell, though.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Just talk to me,” Tom sighed, and you imagined him leaning his head back. “Tell me about filming.”

“Well,” you began. “A lot more physical than what I’m used to. A lot of running around and everything, ya know? My legs are sore all the time.” You laughed, and you listened to Tom’s scratchy laughter. “But I’m surrounded by great people. The Russos are awesome, and of course, Chris and Scarlet and Samuel are fantastic.”

“And Sebastian?”

You hesitated to talk about Sebastian. You hoped that your boyfriend hadn’t caught onto your infatuation with him, but that’s all it was. It was just a crush on a hot guy. “He’s cool,” you said. “Really funny and friendly. Most of my physical scenes are with him.”

“I know you can’t tell me much,” Tom said. “But do you get to snog him?”

You laughed, but bit your cheek all the same. “Not yet,” you chuckled. “That’s not until the next Captain America movie.”

“Oh,” Tom said quickly. “I was joking, but… Do you and Sebastian have any scenes like that?”

“Not in this movie, love,” you assured him. “Are you jealous?”

“Just a bit,” Tom admitted. “I just wish that it was me that you were kissing.”

You sighed. “That’s the nature of our jobs, huh?” you said. “I wish I was kissing you too.”

Tom was quiet for a moment, then he mumbled, “I think maybe we should take a break.”

You wanted to be shocked, but you knew that it was coming. It was several months in the making and, with nothing concrete keeping you two together, it was inevitable. You weren’t hurt at all. “Me too,” you said softly. “We just… I can’t do long distance. It sounds cliche, but it’s not you, Hidds.”

“Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder,” Tom sighed. “But…”

You nodded. “I understand,” you said. “But please, if you ever need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call me. Alright? I still care about you loads.”

“Same to you, darling,” Tom whispered. And the call ended.

The next day was weird, to put it plainly. You felt ill all morning and you couldn’t figure out exactly why, but, the moment you saw Sebastian, you understood it. Your boyfriend’s jealousy was powerful. As much as Tom wanted to blame it on something else, you knew that it was the green monster that had prompted the break up. “Hey,” Sebastian said cheerfully, placing a playful jab to your arm. “You seem tired.”

“Gee, what a nice thing to say to a lady,” you chuckled. “No, I’m just…” You sighed. “Tom and I broke up last night. I’m a little weird today.”

Sebastian’s face soured. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “You guys seemed so happy together.”

You shrugged. “We were,” you said. “‘Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder’... But I guess it doesn’t.”

Sebastian frowned deep, and you pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m really fucking sorry,” he whispered. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” you said, pulling out of his strong grip. Even without the actual metal arm, he was strong as hell. “Just a hug is enough.”

“I’m glad I can do that,” Sebastian said. His eyes sparkled, and he added, “I understand what you’re going through. Jennifer and I broke up a few weeks before filming started.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed. “Seb! I had no idea! I’m so sorry.”

Sebastian shrugged. “It was for the best,” he said. The hug had yet to break, but you didn’t mind. Even through the layers of his costume, you could feel Sebastian’s heartbeat on your cheek, and it was soothing.

Filming finished several weeks after your breakup with Tom, and then it was time for your own press tour. Marvel paired you with Scarlet for most press junkets, but sometimes you were put with Sebastian. Those days were your favorite, mostly because absolutely no work got done. You two were forever laughing and making fun of each other, and you always saw edits of your interviews on social media.

Finally, the premiere came. You and Sebastian had already agreed to be each other’s dates, but you were blown away by him. His hair was short and styled, and he looked breathtakingly handsome in his expensive black suit and matching black tie. “Oh my fucking God,” Sebastian laughed when he saw you, though. “You look… Holy shit. So beautiful.”

“Oh, God, stop,” you groaned. Your dress was a beautiful thing, custom Dior, red silk that hugged your body just right, and you shivered when Sebastian’s warm fingers trailed down your exposed back. “You look even better.”

“Well, that’s not possible,” Sebastian scoffed. “You’re gonna steal the show.”

“When I’m next to you?” You asked. “Everyone’s gonna be focused on your pretty blue eyes.”

Sebastian smiled softly, his hand finally settling on the small of your back. “I have something for you,” he said gently.

“Oh, Seb!” you groaned. “You did not buy me something. You know I hate that!”

“Aw, c’mon, you’re gonna love it,” Sebastian said, and he reached into a pocket inside his suit jacket. He pulled out a small box, just big enough for a pair of earrings or something equivalent, and he opened it. You gasped. A ring. Silver metal, two diamonds with a ruby nestled in the middle. It was dainty and gorgeous, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes.

“You piece of shit,” you sniffled. “I just had my makeup done and now you’re ruining it!” You hugged him all the same, though, and you whispered in his ear, “It’s so gorgeous, Seb. Thank you.”

When you pulled out of the hug, you looked at Sebastian, admiring him. He was truly a gorgeous man, and you felt your chest grow hot at the look in his eyes. Were his pupils blown from love? Lust? Something else entirely?

He answered the question. Sebastian placed his hand on your cheek and tugged you into a kiss, the hand on your back pulling you in against his body, and you held onto the back of his neck. He was everything you thought he would be: his lips were soft and tasted so nice, like cinnamon and whisky and all things wonderful, and, when the kiss broke, he rested his forehead against yours. “I…” he started. “I’m sorry, Y/N, that was-- I shouldn’t have--“

“Stop,” you whispered firmly. You knew that Sebastian, the man you were able to call your best friend, was prone to anxiety, and you didn’t want a single anxious thought about you to cross his mind. “Don’t apologize. If you hadn’t kissed me, I would have kissed you. Thank you.”

You saw Sebastian’s hands shaking as he slid the ring onto your middle finger, and you smiled at how perfectly it fit. “Bucky,” you whispered, admiring the ring. “Silver and red… Right?”

“Glad you caught that,” Sebastian chuckled. “Look, I know that I’m just your date, but I just really like you. I feel stupid because I’m so nervous about it, but… Seeing you upset over Tom just made me feel so horrible. I never want to see you like that again, and if I can help to make your days better, then I want to. Can I?”

You touched your hand to his cheek, and you nodded. “Of course,” you told him. “I’d love nothing more, Seb.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan x reader fluff #request #ask #anon

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pa-panda-heroes · 4 years ago

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blue hour.

demon!au!dabi x reader nsfw; find the sequel here

Inspired (sorta) by this post. This was initially a 400 followers celebration fic but took so long I got to 500, plus it’s Halloween!! 🎃🎃🎃

i listened to Mothica’s song Blue Hour while i wrote this and honestly fell in love with it. hence the name! please go give her a listen!

Minors, go away. This content is not for you.

Warnings: brief description of kidnapping, tiny mentions of religion (nonspecified tho!) and human sacrifice, injury + blood mention, foul language, brief cremation, Dabi being horny (hehe), Dabi absolutely 100% not using magic on you nope, thigh fucking, orgasm denial, biting, dirty talk, degradation?, spanking, overstimulation, dumbification if you squint?

Words: 14k+

Summary: Kidnapped and held as an offering to an ominous demon, you thought your death was near. Soon enough you find your captor dead and the demon you were offered to becomes your savior. Dabi clearly has plans for you, but what are they? Or was everything just a dream?

Your heartbeat thrummed within your ears, sweat sweltering and becoming a thick layer on your skin all over, making the fabric of your clothes cling to it ever-so-uncomfortably. It felt like you were being smothered from head to toe in fabric. The cooled blood that began just above your temple and trickled all the way down your face and neck had dried by now, acting as a crusty reminder of the reason behind the throbbing in your head. Trees swayed in the chilly winds that passed, making the cool air even colder - yet here you were, sweating like there was no tomorrow. You were bound by the wrists and ankles to a musty wooden pole in a forest you’d never seen before, the sky dark yet bright for the blue moon. The stars looked so free, so beautiful, so serene tonight. Yet you didn’t feel it.

Your breathing was quick, panicked, and hurried to the extent that you’d take in more oxygen by breathing less. Your poor, puffy lip was numb from having been chewed on so much, to the point where you couldn’t remember whether you were a chronic lip biter or not; but you sure were, now. That is, until he gagged you by tying an old handkerchief around your face. You struggled against your scratchy, dry restraints so much, they began to dig into your skin and bleed, sending a trail of blood down your arms and a jolt of burning, throbbing, stinging pain through your nerves.

You were far from alone.

The only other human body you knew of was the one who put you in the position you currently find yourself in after a night of dancing, booze, and sweat. The inebriation from the alcohol made you an easy target, you guessed. God damn it all.

The night began with your celebrating a friend’s birthday at a club, drinking, dancing, and making merry. You had regretted agreeing to go at first after having a long, agonizingly tiring day at work, which gave you the burning desire to wrap up after a bath and lay in bed until the next day when you’d have to get up again. But as the night progressed, you were glad you tagged along; after all, it was an unexpectedly nice release after a bad day.

Now you were regretting it again.

If only you hadn’t gone to the club.

If only hadn’t agreed even if begrudgingly to go.

If only you hadn’t left your apartment.

You made the mistake of trying to find a bathroom on your own and ended up in an alleyway. The last thing you saw was a filthy dumpster before it all went black, and upon waking you found yourself bound in this horrifying forest.

Around you was a circular dirt clearing bordered with a solid line and filled with various marks made upon it, ones that you’d never seen before. They looked to be of a lost, long-dead language - the language your masked captor was evidently speaking as he sat on his knees with his hands in the air before a makeshift altar of a sort. There was some distance between him and the altar, probably about two meters, that being the same distance he sat from you as you watched in horror.

He was going to kill you, but not before torturing you - or other things. For some hideous purposes that looked a lot to do with a demon or something. All because you were a virgin that just so happened to cross his path.

You tried making noises, tried screaming, but it made no difference. He wouldn’t stop his hideous chanting and no one could hear you anyway. The thick forest swallowed your every scream and the gag held back your every cry. More tears run down your cheeks at your predicament, your struggling against your binds only digging into and stinging your skin as piping hot blood continued to trail down your tender wrists and ankles. It felt like frostbite was setting in. Was it actually, or was it your nerves?

A pillar of black smoke began to rise from the ground in front of your masked captor, who then bowed with his forehead to the ground. Your own heart was beating in your ears so quickly you thought it would explode any minute. If only it would - you wouldn’t have to endure this any longer.

“What... the hell do you want?” you hear a voice boom, distorted in such a way that made it sound like it echoed a thousand times. “Filthy human.”

“Your favor, my lord. I offer you this virgin.”

You try screaming again, your throat beginning to feel scratchy and dry. It almost felt like it was bleeding. Could it be bleeding? Your mind was almost a haze, now.

You can see a form emerge from the ground where the black smoke stands, and you’re stunned and scared into total silence as you see the silhouette of two large wings and a pointed tail. Other than that, the silhouette appears mostly human. But it’s not.

“My favor, eh?” you hear the voice again. The silhouette swings his arm and with it vanishes the smoke, and the reality that this... thing isn’t human finally settles in your heart. His hair is black and spiky, there are pieces of what look to be burnt flesh under his minty eyes and the lower half of his face, bound to the unblemished skin by silvery staples that seemed to spit steam. Three dotted piercings adorned his nose, and plenty more his ears. His wings reminded you of a bird’s with feathers and all, and they were a flat charcoal in colour, albeit they seemed a little worse for wear and severely burnt. The demon’s horns poked out from each side of his forehead and curled around like that of a ram’s. He wore a dark, simple cloak.

You almost wondered if he had goat hooves for feet.

He looks down on the human who summoned him, literally and figuratively, it seemed. His eyes narrow viciously at the man, before jolting to you - and you, honest to all that exists, feel what you can only think of as a bolt of lightning course through every nerve - no, cell - of your body before it feels like your heart stops beating. You can feel the blood coursing in your veins, and it’s ice-cold, all of this forcing you to tense every muscle you’re able. He looks away and you’re instantly back to normal, slouching in your restraints.

“Is this asshole bothering you, little one?” the voice of what’s clearly a demon rings.

“I-I beg your pardon, m’lord Dabi?”

“Shut your trap, moron.” Clusters of the brightest, bluest flames you’d ever seen erupt above each of the demon’s eyes and he leans downward to grab the man by his neck, before easily lifting him in the air as the human choked. “Y’know, back in the day, sacrifices in some cultures were an honor. It was seen as a gift, a way to serve ancient - nonexistent, mind you - gods. People vied to become a sacrificial lamb. I’m ancient, too, you know that.”

The human man stammers and stutters, trying to say something coherent but failing out of fear.

Dabi lets the man rest his feet on the ground as he jerks your captor to look at you, and you want to just shrink into yourself. “What the fuck is that, huh? Do you see the fear in her eyes? The bruises covering her body? The blood seeping down her arms as she fights against that rope? Does that look like a willing sacrifice to you? Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t think she is willing at all.”

You blink. What? How? Why?

“You piss me off.”

Dabi throws the masked man to the ground away from him, then raising his palm into the air and summoning flames to filter out of the ground. They swallow him hole, and whilst he’s screaming in agony and burning alive, the demon turns on his heel and saunters your way. “Well, this is quite a mess, eh, dear?” His eyebrows are pointed upward, almost as if the gentle tone behind his words is sincere, yet almost as if there is deviance behind them.

You can’t help but gulp at the look in his eyes. Smile and arch his brows as he might, he was still clearly a demon unfitting of your trust. Right? He was going to hurt you. Surely.

His hands reach up for your face and you shut your eyes tight and turn away.

Much to your surprise, fingers work away at the handkerchief splitting open your poor, stretched, and saliva-coated lips, and you nearly gasp at the relief of pressure on them, the ache in your cheeks quite apparent and downright agonizing. Not only that, but the corners of your mouth were rubbed raw, and you weren’t sure if there was saliva mixing with more saliva, or blood mixing with saliva at the site. Dabi drags a finger from the corner of your mouth up to your cheek to wipe away the tears staining your skin, and you have no strength to fight the shiver that runs up your spine as your eyes fall half-lidded.

“Fuck me, you’re lookin’ a bit worse for wear, little one,” you hear him coo. “Easy, babe. You’re alright. That ugly, scary man’s all gone.” He seems to chuckle at the irony, before a toothy smirk splits his lips. His teeth are sharp, certainly enough to puncture skin without much effort, and you shiver again.

You’re quickly relieved of your bounds, but with the little strength you have left, you’re not able to stand on your own and collapse into his chest, spent and sore. He’s warm. It’s... nice. Fuzzy. Cloudy. Soft. Where are you, again? What’s going on? Why is everything spinning?

Everything fades to black.

:·•·:

You groan and turn over in your bed, pulling the fluffy covers up closer to your head as your body ached. You were warm and settled in, nothing could make you leave the comforts of your bed, yet you knew you needed to. To explain the achy joints, you tried reminiscing the night before. You remembered that night. Parts of it, anyway. When you tried to remember the feeling of being bound or the blood trickling down your wrists, nothing came up. When you tried remembering the chanting of your captor - nothing. It seemed that any parts which could be deemed... unsavory were gone from your memory. You brought your wrists up and felt around them and-

Also gone were any wounds.

It was odd. You could remember it all happening, but at the same time, you couldn’t. Must’ve been some whacked out dream induced by the alcohol.

You had no want to, but you sat up in bed and reached over to your nightstand to switch he clock around so you could see it. It read about half an hour after midday, and you sighed. How long were you asleep? You picked up your phone from the nightstand and switched it on, your heart leaping into your throat at the amount of notifications. Texts, emails, calls, there were dozens upon dozens of them.

“How long was I asleep?!” you shriek.

“Enough to nearly get evicted.”

Your head jolts up so quickly you hear your neck crack, and you see the demon leaning against the wall in front of your bed. You can’t help but gasp and scoot away, your back banging against the headboard of your bed. It wasn’t a dream.

He waves his hand lazily. “But don’t worry, I got it covered. Congrats, you have free rent for life, now.” His wings, horns, and tail are all gone, and he almost looks human, save for the staples and scars. You guess he can’t change his appearance much. Perhaps he doesn’t want to.

The teeth showing off from his smirk look just as sharp as before, however.

Your eyes are drawn to the huggies piercing the cartilage of his ears. They’re as shiny and plentiful as you remember. Your heart rate spikes, and you begin to breathe heavily.

“That soreness is probably from you bein’ out so long, sweets,” he comments, arms crossed in front of his chest, his right ankle also crossed over his left. His voice is smooth and a clear attempt at comforting you - yet there’s something behind it.

“Th-thank you. For saving me, and... the rent... I guess.” You hoped he would leave if you thanked him. Why else would he stick around?

He only shrugs, though. “Sorry, little one, but you’re not special. That sacrifice wasn’t done right in the first place.”

‘Ouch!’

Ah, you remembered that, now. But you couldn’t remember his name.

“What’s your name?” you ask hesitantly. He’s obviously not going to kill you by now. Why would he stick around?

“Dabi.”

“That’s it?” You tilt your head. You were surprised at how... nonchalant you were beginning to feel about this. The longer he stood there, the more it felt normal.

“That’s it, dollface.”

:·•·:

He ended up not having goat hooves for feet.

You knew there was a catch to being saved by that demonic bastard.

Aside from the fact that he wouldn’t leave you alone, keeping a demon cooped up in your apartment wasn’t easy. It especially wasn’t easy when said demon was constantly on your heels, pressed right up against your back. Personal space was not in his vocabulary. Dabi was constantly up to something, and he loved to harass or scare your neighbors with his devilish form; it was just too easy. “What else have I got to do while you’re gone all day?” he’d say. “Gotta entertain myself, somehow, doll.”

Apparently, it had been a long time since someone had summoned him at all, let alone with an offering of some kind. He hadn’t seen the mortal realm in hundreds of years, and because you were offered to him, he decided to stick around you. You only agreed to it as long as he never left your apartment.

Well, technically. He wasn’t actually giving you a choice, he was going to stick around anyway. Dabi so loved giving innocent mortals the impression that they were in control when they never truly were. The demon practically got off on the idea of giving a helpless little thing like you a false sense of security.

Having him essentially stuck to your hip, you couldn’t let him cause any trouble with the human world, be it harmless pranks or downright murder; hence why you left a line of salt in front of every opening to your place one day, to keep him home. He was a curious demon, a sketchy one.

And a bit of a horny one, at that.

If the groping or peeking in on your showers wasn’t enough of a clue, the fact that he did everything else in his power to seduce you certainly was.

Demons don’t sleep. They’re immortal, they don’t need to. Yet, as you lay snuggled up in your bed at night, he always snuck in with you to poke and prod at you, the exchange usually ending with you kicking him out of bed - sometimes literally. Other times, he’d randomly lean into your ear and say the filthiest things you’d ever heard - and then some, obviously - to get a rise out of you, giving him the opportunity to tease you about unconsciously clenching your thighs, whether it was for friction or out of denial.

You were starting to think he was a damn incubus.

But no, he denied that. He looked almost insulted when you made the insinuation before explaining that incubi and succubi are one and the same, changing back and forth between male and female. First as a succubus, the demon collects... “seed,” and then transforms into an incubus to “plant” it. He could change his physical appearance if he so wished, but he never had much want or need to, save for hiding away or using his devilish form; nor could he procreate, he was so proud to tell you.

It seemed the fact that you were a virgin only spurred him on to seduce you. With Dabi being the vile and damned being that he is, you thought he wouldn’t give a damn (ha) if you consented or not at first. The thought was honestly horrifying. Yet not once had he forced you or went too far. It was “poor taste,” he once said, there being no fun in it. You wondered if his rule of consenting sacrifices played a part in his discipline.

And of course, Dabi would go on about how badly he, a demon, an unsavory being to say the least, wanted to be the one to take your virginity and “defile” you, “the pure, innocent treat that you are.”

Defile? Really?

And treat?

‘Pick better wording next time you sex-starved, pointy-tail-having, staple-wearing, horned son of a bitch,’ you thought sarcastically, shoving dishes into their proper places after having dried them. He’d left you alone for most of the day, talking to you and treating you like he was a normal human being. ‘Then, maybe I’d consider letting you get your dick wet.’

Would you, though?

Nah...

Right.

One of the plates was a little wet still, and managed to slip out of your hand and shatter on the counter in front of you. You yelped when a shard cut into your palm after you’d instinctively reached to catch the plate, failing miserably. “Dammit,” you mutter, holding your left hand up to inspect the cut. From the looks of it, no stitches were needed, but it still stung like hell.

You should’ve known better than to think he cooled his jets for the day, because in an instant he’s standing next to your left side and reaching for your wrist.

“It’s fine, just a tiny cut,” you mutter, quirking a brow as he seemingly glares at the wound. “I think I’ve got a first-aid kit somewhere... Have to keep it clean, at least.”

“Nah, don’t need it,” he mutters, before pulling your hand toward his mouth. His tongue slithers out from between his lips and drags along the cut in your palm, the wet appendage searing against your skin.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation, and yet another soars when you see the hungry, predatory look in his eyes, which are fixed on your wound. You can’t help the gulp that sounds from your tight throat, or the yelp that fights out of your lips when his whole mouth latches onto the fatty part of your thumb where the cut is. Your knees begin to feel weak and your eyes fall half-lidded.

Dabi sucks on the flesh there, licking the wound occasionally as well. His eyes then flicker to yours, and they burn into you like no other ever has. You feel the heat of a blush trail up your neck and to your cheeks and ears, your heart thrumming in your chest and lips slowly falling open just a tad as he licks away at the opening in your skin.

“Ah-“

The demon pulls away with a pop from one final suck of your flesh, whilst a trail of his saliva - do demons have saliva?! - hung between your hand and his mouth. “See? Take a look.” He pushes your hand towards your view, and amidst the clear wetness on your skin, you see no wound at all.

Your mind flips back to the wounds you should have had from that night.

“Back then... did you... y’know...”

“Naah. There’s spells and the like for bigger stuff like that,” he explains nonchalantly with a shrug. He almost seems proud of himself with his next line. “Tiny paper cuts like this can be taken care of with good ol’ fashioned demon spit. It’s nice, huh?”

You deadpan at him. “No, it’s totally gross.”

Dabi chuckles at you, waving a hand as if to wave you off. “Admit it. Your virgin ass enjoyed it.” His words are crass, but you know he’s only teasing and they’re not meant to insult.

Yet it still riles you up.

That heat crawls up your neck again, and you huff at him. “Shut up!” you gripe, then turning away from him to at least try to clean up the dish shards. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin! A lot of people wait for the right person, or they just aren’t ready. People have their reasons, and there’s no shame in it! Just like there’s no shame in being the opposite. As long as it’s healthy, that’s all that matters!

“Jerk! You seem to forget whose apartment you’re squatting in!” you grumble, scooting the pieces of the plate you broke together - ever so gently - with a washcloth from the sink. “I could kick you out, y’know.” You forgot for a short moment that he managed to achieve free rent for life for you, but you told yourself it wouldn’t matter anyway. It was still your apartment, after all.

“Really, now?” The demon scoffs, then leaning against the counter and crossing his arms - clearly at you. “How would you go about that, little mouse?” His tone is unconvinced and sultry, the look on his face painted with doubt.

You avoided eye contact with him and perused the kitchen for a plastic bag before marching back to the mess of plate shards and trying to sweep them off the counter and into the bag. “I’d exorcise you,” you mutter. Finding a priest in this area would prove difficult, but you could manage to find one willing to travel. You could do it if needed.

Dabi only laughs you off, though. The sound is smooth and velvety, yet you’re left to describe it as littered with smoke and ecstasy. “C’mon, doll! That wouldn’t work,” he says finally. “Besides, we both know you don’t wanna do that. You like havin’ my sorry ass around too much, eh?”

“Ha! You’re right about you being a sorry ass,” you sass with a huff before tossing the bag into the waste-bin.

Oddly enough, while you’d never tell Dabi this and end up stroking his already massive ego, you felt safer with him around. It was hard to pinpoint why. Nothing had happened for him to be called to protect you; however, you lived in a less than savory part of town, which wasn’t entirely unbearable, but shit still happens. And you’ve already been abducted once, leading to your acquaintance with this horny (I’m more ways than one) asshole. Maybe it was because you knew part of what he can do, all that aside. Push comes to shove, he’d protect you, right?

That was a nice thought to have, if a bit naive, you thought.

He was a demon, not a guardian angel of some sort. He had no obligations to you.

Yet here he was, still living with you over a month after that awful night.

Your thoughts are completely swept away when you’re pushed by the hips against the counter with your back to it, your hands instinctively bracing the edge on each side of your hips for support. The demon’s face is immediately in front of yours, his breath easily filling your nostrils with an ashen smell. You see those horns of his again and have to fight the urge to reach up and grab one, maybe even give it a tug. He’d probably cremate you for it.

Could he hear your thoughts? Previous instances somewhat insinuated that he could, but he never admitted to it - or denied it.

Dabi was right. You don’t want to get rid of him. Especially not when he’s looking at you like that. There is an intensity in those half-lidded, fiery eyes of his that has never before been directed at you by anyone, and it leaves you wishing you could read his thoughts. Are his eyes merely looking at your own, or are they bearing into your soul, calculating and appraising it?

What you can tell is that it’s full of impatience and want. Greed. Lust. And so much of it all.

You tilt your chin down a bit and look up at him with a gulp quietly. You can’t think of anything to say, and tension builds within your chest as you search; you feel as if that silence ought to be filled, yet here you are, at a loss for words as you stare at your own reflection in his glossy eyes. On the other hand, he seems totally content letting you lie in it, letting you squirm for him as he smirks.

And so you look away, bringing your hands to your chest and holding them there bashfully. The sleeves of your sweater are soft and warm and plush - just how Dabi would describe you right now.

This maneuver of yours not being what he wanted, Dabi scowls a bit and grabs your chin to essentially force you to look at him, his thumb ghosting over the softness of your lower lip. He tilts his head at you almost curiously, perhaps evaluating your reaction as it’s been so long since he has seen or felt the mortal world. Those eyes narrow at you, though not out of ire. Dabi’s thumb pokes at the crevice between your lips, and the rest of his fingers on your jaw tug downward.

Confused, you comply anyway and part your lips for him, only for his thumb to invade your mouth and press hard on your tongue, coaxing you to gag and instinctively grasp both hands on his wrist. You attempt to pull it away, to relieve the pressure in your mouth, but he doesn’t want that.

Hell, in reality, neither do you. You just don’t feel like gagging and clouding your vision with tears.

Aw, you poor dear.

With a contemplative hum he pulls his appendage out of your mouth and holds it not far from your mouth, as if planning another venture into your wet cavern. You can’t help but stare at the string of saliva still connecting your lips and his hand as it glistens in the low lighting of your kitchenette.

“Open back up for me,” he huskily demands, but it’s not cruel and dictating, so you comply, entranced as if under a spell. But you know you’re not. This time, it’s his forefinger and middle finger that roam between your teeth, and as if he had told you to do so telepathically, you close your lips around them. With an innocent, doll-eyed look, you suck his fingers and lick at them with your tongue, earning yourself hushed praises and a searing trail of touches up your ribcage and back down. You continue to lick away, occasionally wrapping your tongue around his digits or cradling them as you suck on them, coating them in your saliva as some of it trails out one of the corners of your mouth. They feel cold, as if there was a lack of circulation, and it only spurs you on to warm them with the toasty cavern of your mouth and soft plushness of your tongue.

You’re sure you’re less than apt at this, but the praise and touch you’re receiving helps you feel less... off.

Dabi leans in for your ear, his hot breath against your cartilage sending a chill down your spine before his wet tongue laps at it, and you jump in your skin at the burning, completely unknown sensation. It’s so hot it almost stings, but it’s not painful; tingly, maybe. In the process you lean away to your left a bit, at which he seems to pause. But then you lean back as if to tell him to go on, and you can nearly hear the simper he gives just before he latches onto your ear, licking and nibbling away as you tremble and whimper around his fingers. The heat at your core throbs in tandem with your racing heartbeat, creating a melody of your arousal that you hoped only you could witness.

But you knew better than to doubt the senses of a demon.

“You’re doin’ good, doll,” he breathes into your ear, aggravating the sound of blood flushing through your ears and the thump of your heartbeat. “Such a good girl for me...”

The digits in your mouth get a little adventurous and explore your wet cavern a bit, but they’re quick to push down on your tongue again and you gag around them. Tears start to pool within your eyelids and your whimper is stuck in your throat.

The demon then unceremoniously pulls his fingers from your mouth to reach down at the hem of your sweater and yank it up over the swell of your chest, leaving your torso and bra-covered breasts bare. Dabi seems to drink up the sight of you as if it were a sweet wine he hadn’t indulged in for centuries. Both his hands then trail ghostly fingers - really, they felt like spiders - up your belly and to your sternum. You shiver and a mewl fights out of your throat unexpectedly, your back arching unintentionally toward him as you clutch onto his forearms. Dabi lets out a hot breath, just thereafter his hands roughly squeeze your breasts through your bra as he grinds his pelvis against yours, the outline of his hardened cock clear as day against you. You don’t even try to fight back the moan it elicits as your head droops back at the stimulation.

Why bother, right?

The inhuman entity before you takes the opportunity to use your open mouth, his own latching into yours and tongue exploring your mouth in a battle for dominance you have absolutely no hope to win as he makes a mushy mess of you. You accidentally lacerate your tongue on the sharp point of one of Dabi’s teeth and flinch a bit, the sting on your tongue nearly coaxing you to pull away while the taste of iron floods your mouths. That tase you could certainly live without only encourages him, as Dabi growls and grips the base of your neck to hold your head in place as he quite metaphorically devours your tongue with his own, before his teeth latch onto your lower lip and you squeak in surprise as he pulls away.

“Aw, what’s’a matter, little mouse?” Dabi taunts, left palm dropping to rub against your clothed sex.

“Ah, Dabi-!” You jolt at the sudden stimulation on your clit and breathe in hard. Even if there are a couple layers keeping his bare hand from touching you, if feels damn good to have someone else touch you like this. Ripples of warmth flood through you and you feel your body temperature rocketing. Your own breath feels as though it’s on fire as it leaves your heavily salivated mouth and bloody lips in rabid succession, alongside your increasingly rapid heartbeat. Your grip on his firm arms tightens and you resist the urge to grind against him as he continues his ministrations. “Fuck...” Your lips throbbed, yet you weren’t sure if it was from the tiny wounds he created or your blood pressure spiking.

“Hm?” The demon hums, inquisitive and high in pitch - yet maybe condescending. “‘Fuck,’ huh?” His grip on the back of your neck relaxes only slightly before his tongue pokes out of his mouth and drags along your lower lip, lapping away at the blood pooling there and drawing a slight whine from you. “What about it? You sayin’ you want me to fuck you, doll? Tell me.”

Blood rushes to your face like there was a race and your eyes wander from his bashfully, instead choosing to look at the horns cutting through his spiky black hair. He’s right, you do, you have to admit it. But admitting it out loud was embarrassing! With a gulp you elect to simply nod, but his brows furrow and he’s clearly unimpressed considering the animalistic growl that claws out of his throat.

“Hey, I’ve been locked away from you humans for so long, y’know,” he breathes, his voice dark and low. “I’m a bit behind on gestures. You have to tell me.” This time, you can tell by the almost playful tone of his voice that he’s really lying and just trying to make you admit it aloud. Dabi’s palm leaves you before moving up to the waistband of your jeans while his other hand snakes up your neck and latches onto a fistful of your hair. “C’mon, say it. Where’s all that spunk from earlier? You’re all bark and no bite, little one.”

“Y-yes, Dabi. I... I want you to fuck me.” You finally meet his eyes again, and the hunger in them from before hasn’t faded at all; it’s only deepened. What else has changed was the hunger and arousal in your own eyes.

That smirk appears again and Dabi leans into your ear. “You want me to fuck you,” he parrots, “do you? You want my demon cock to take your virginity and fill you up? You want me to fuck you against this counter until your voice gives out? You’re a slut after all, little one. Beg like one, then.”

Your thighs clench together and you gulp. This was... not how you fantasized your first time to carry out. “Demon cock” was not something you’d ever thought you would hear someone say.

But who cares? Not you.

“Yes, please. Please!” You tug at his jacket in an attempt to coax him toward you, your knuckles turning white from your grip. “Please, fuck me with your demon cock...” Your this time voice is less loud and demanding, albeit it’s more desperate and pleading. “Please.” Your voice breaks this time.

Nor was it something you thought you would ever say.

A groan rumbles from Dabi’s chest. “Good little human. Keep it up, yeah?”

You squeak as he roughly yanks your sweater over your head before working to unbutton your jeans, his lips and teeth savoring your neck all the while. Your head cranes back again, a mute gasp leaving you at the sensation of his searing tongue on your recently sweat-slicked neck as his fingers work to remove your bra before they move onto yanking your panties down. At least, you thought he yanked them down, but a quick glance to the floor revealed he ripped them off, rendering them unusable.

“I liked those!” you whine, still panting.

“Tough luck. I didn’t.” It’s not like you need to wear panties around him anyway. He’d burn every pair you owned to mere ashes if it meant getting you to waltz around your apartment with no panties. They just got in the way.

“Daabi! Why would you-

“Oh god!”

You jump and thrust against Dabi’s hand when his fingers run through the slick of your soaked cunt, your breathing ragged, while he gathers the slick abundant there and edges toward your clit. His tactic coaxes ripples of pleasure that lull a low moan out of you.

“Ha,” he scoffs in your ear, “no gods have anything to do with it, babydoll.”

Dabi’s fingers finally work their way to your clit and circle around it a few times before rubbing in a steady rhythm around it. You moan at the combination of the bliss he gives you and the pet name, and your legs instinctively open wider for him as you mewl.

“I’m really not sure you are a virgin, doll,” he starts with a chuckle, “You’re fuckin’ soaked, you know that? Like a slut begging for my dick.”

“D-Dabi!” You flinch at the sinful words he’s spitting at you, embarrassed.

The demon’s digits leave your clit and trail back through your folds, and the wet, lewd sounds that result almost surprise you more than the fact that you want to fuck a demon. You buck your hips in hopes of encouraging his fingers back to your clit, albeit his other hand distracts you with a flick to your nipple, before it rubs circles over the sensitive nub as the rest of his hand palms at your tit.

“Ah, feels so good,” you find yourself muttering.

In response his ear seems to twitch. “Speak up.” His lips are sucking and nipping at your neck, either ignoring or enjoying the layer of sweat built up on your skin as the heat coming from his body begins to overwhelm you. Not that you mind either way. He’s definitely leaving a mark here and there as he works around your neck. Not that you mind either way.

“Your fingers... ah, feel so good!” Your head cranes backward, your hands dropping to the counter against your ass for support as your legs begin to feel weak. The shockwaves of pleasure his hands send through your nerves leaves you feeling weak and mushy.

“Good. Now hold still.”

You give a confused look, eyebrows pointed upward before you feel the tip of his digit poke at your weeping hole, eliciting a loud gasp from you when his finger plunges into your pussy with no reserve. You hiss at the sudden intrusion, you walls stretching pleasurably yet painfully as he slowly moves his finger around, letting you adjust. His other hand merely plays with your breast.

Biting your lip, you lean forward and plant your sweaty, flushed forehead on his shoulder. “Hey, it kinda hurts,” you whine.

“Just relax, doll.” Dabi’s voice isn’t as crass as it was before, nor is it entirely soothing. You figure he just doesn’t have it in him to coddle you, being a demon and all that.

You whimper as Dabi ever so slowly thrusts his finger in and out, the mixture of pleasure and pain not at all what you’d expected. When his finger hits a spongy spot, you jolt and moan for him, and he takes the opportunity to take over your mouth again in a wet, hurried kiss with a groan. Dabi swallows any and all sounds that you make, and in the process you feel the hand on your tit move downward to your hip before it swings around and wraps under your thigh to lift your knee up to his hip level. The muscles of your legs tensing and the choked moan in your throat tell him the pain is starting to very slowly fade away. At the realization, he carefully dips another finger into you and you moan, higher in pitch, into his mouth before he pulls away to stare at the sight of his fingers fucking into you for only a short moment. Dabi is then quick to shove his tongue back into your salivating mouth.

The lithe digits within your wet walls pick up pace gradually, giving you time to adjust and not barreling into you. By now there is still a barely-there stretch, and all the pain has essentially faded as the assault on your nerves takes place and you near an orgasm. Your eyes lull shut and your head cranes back, your hips almost thrusting involuntarily on his fingers as his pace keeps increasing and pushing you over the edge.

“I’m- ah, I think I’m...”

Dabi hums as if requesting you repeat yourself or perhaps simply acknowledging your sputtering, but you’re too busy moaning louder and and thrusting into the palm of his hand, to do so, as the coil between your legs tightens. His fingers graze over that same spot as before and you cry out for him, for which his fingers increase their pace even more rapidly and slam into that spot over and over and over again as he groans at the lewd, wet squelching resulting.

“Shit! I’m gonna cum, Dabi, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it. Cum for me, babydoll.” His voice is much more authoritative and huskier, and as per Dabi’s demand you cry out almost loud enough for your neighbors to hear as your orgasm slams into you like a tsunami of pleasure crashing into your nerves. Your soft, hot walls convulse around his fingers in your release as he uses them to fuck you through your first orgasm of the night, with your hips still thrusting toward him uncontrollably as you go through your high and begin to climb down, panting.

Your head feels light in the best way possible and your legs are weak, so you whine lowly as he pulls his fingers from your heat with a pleased sigh. The second your legs give out, he catches you by the ribs before grabbing your trembling hips and lifting you onto the counter, with you latching onto him and holding tight all the while, your forehead on his shoulder and arms around his neck while your legs wrap around his hips.

Dabi drags the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, sending a jolt of calming, electric waves up your spinal cord as he repeatedly kisses your hair and ear on the side accessible to him.

“Atta girl,” he mutters into your hair.

Do you... thank him? He’s giving you a compliment, after all, right? Do you nod? Do you hum? You have the energy to do all three, but what response does he expect of you?

“I didn’t... do anything,” you mutter quietly, chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“Technically. Doesn’t matter because you will, soon.” He leans into your ear like he’s so fond of doing, his lips grazing your earlobe. “We’re not done, doll.”

Your legs twitch around him unconsciously, eliciting a deep, amused chuckle from the demon.

You see pointed pearly whites bear at you before he lifts you off the countertop and plops you down in front of him. Dabi’s hand squeezes your ass cheek, said hand then spinning you around to put your back to his chest. Searing breath on the back of your ear makes it twitch. “You’re wet and all, doll, but I’m not sure you’re wet enough,” he taunts, his hands splaying out on your abdomen and gently roaming around, fingers spread wide as they adore your body.

“For what?” Dabi’s chest against your back prevents you from turning around and giving him a confused look.

“My cock. What else?” he jabs.

Your curt reply is totally cut off and forgotten when you feel a wet tongue singe the side of your neck toward the back, and you gasp shakily.

“What to do, what to do...?” you hear Dabi whisper into your now-pebbled skin, his hands ghosting down toward your thighs.

“Oh.”

Remaining silent yourself, you could feel the damn lightbulb light up in the bastard’s horned head, but you didn’t know what exactly would entail.

Before you can ask what the hell he was on about, his fingers drove between your glistening folds and prod around, as if measuring the lewd slick settling there. They quickly pull away after a quick hum from Dabi.

“Be a good little human and bend over, yeah?”

Without a word or thought against it you comply, bending over your countertop and leaning on your elbows a little. You gulp at the thought of your leaking cunt bearing for Dabi. You weren’t sure what he could see from this position, but you were a little embarrassed, nonetheless. With a gulp you shift your weight back and forth on your feet nervously.

Hands rub and palm at your ass cheeks as thumbs rub deeply into your flesh in a symphony of soothing touch. You sigh blissfully and spread your legs for the demon without realizing, but it’s over all too quickly when he instead moves your legs back together. You crane your neck to look at him. “Wha...?”

Wasn’t he going to fuck you from behind?

Suddenly the weeping tip of his cock slips between your thighs, gliding against your dripping cunt and through your folds. There’s no piercing despite his many others, though perhaps that was why he asked you to take him to a parlor not long ago.

Dabi’s cock manages to grace your clit and your body unwillingly jolts a little, still having been sensitive from your previous orgasm. A soft gasp leaves your swollen lips and you hear Dabi growl behind you while he pulls back from your ass end only to jut forward again. Legs beginning to tire out, you unconsciously spread them, only for his hands to push them together roughly.

“Don’t fuckin’ spread ‘em,” he hissed, hips holding still. The fingers on your thighs push deep with force sure to leave bruises while you hiss quietly at the stinging pain they bring to your nerves. But that sensation is quick to fade into something warm and euphoric yet electric and sensitive, causing your head to spin even though he’s not fucking your desperate pussy. He pistons his hips into your ass, and you mewl.

“That’s your last warning, fuck!” he grunts.

You nod vigorously, content with letting him fuck your thighs so long as he keeps grazing your puffy clit like this. His pace quickens and soon enough you hear loud skin slapping against skin, his hips jutting into your ass and balls pattering against the crevice between the soft flesh of your thighs. The quick pace and silkiness of his cock against your clit is euphoric, leaving you to wonder if it would be better than this if he were inside of you. Are you drooling? Your head droops lazily as you revel in pleasure.

The wetness and heat between your legs has increased several-fold, but it’s apparently not enough for Dabi. Your poor body rocks against the counter and your eyes are clenched shut, head fixated on the sensation of his cock grinding against your cunt and between your soft, drenched thighs. You weren’t sure if it was the position or your nerves going haywire, but your legs ached with a dreadful burn.

“D-Daaabi,” you whine pitifully, “my legs... aah, hurt...!”

A hand jumps to your navel and brings you back toward him to allow room for his fingers slithering to your cunt. Before they graze over your clit, they stop. “Cum for me, then,” you hear him command, voice deep and breathy and sending a chill up your spine. “Maybe when you’re done, I’ll take you to the bed and fuck you into the mattress. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya, doll?”

“Yes, b-but,” you suck in a breath when his hand envelops your tit, “‘maybe?’” You parrot the word desperately, your head going blank as you near orgasm.

“Mhm.” You can hear the smirk in it, and the sound of the hum rumbling in his chest is oddly euphoric for you to hear.

You hated having him behind you like this. All you wanted in the moment was to latch onto him and relish in his heat no matter how intense it would be for a mortal like you. You wanted to touch him, to be able to see him, and he was depriving you of it all - very likely on purpose.

Your moans and squeals get higher in pitch and Dabi evidently picks up on your cues, thrusting against your cunt faster and faster until your entire body tenses.

You cry out his name ever so quietly, yet before you can climax he pulls away and leaves you panting and weeping, a whine escaping your throat. “But you told me...!”

“Changed my mind.”

“You’re a jerk!” you half-gripe and half-whine, standing up to glare at him. “I was so... so close, you know! You better make it up to me!” You huff and puff from the intensity of almost cumming.

“You’re awful feisty when I’m not touching you,” he remarks cockily.

You’re going to regret saying what you said. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes tells you when he spins you around. It’s dark and already you shrink in front of him. The next thing you know, Dabi’s pushing you against the counter and mumbling something into you ear, that something being an incantation that sends a trickle of electricity though every nerve of your body. Suddenly you’re cumming hard as heavy waves of pleasure wrack your cunt clenching around nothing rapidly as whatever the demon used on you pushes you through your orgasm, your toes curling and lips shrieking, head falling back so fast it almost slammed into the cabinet if he hadn’t caught it. You don’t register that you had wrapped your arms around his waist until his hands grasp them as if holding you there.

“How’s that for makin’ it up to you, eh?”

With his voice pulling a moan out of you, your poor brain goes foggy and full and it spins within your skull as you pant away, your body feeling heavy. Dabi grabs hold of you and lifts you onto the countertop when it seems like your legs are going to give out. “Hey,” he mutters into your sweaty neck, “don’t tire out on me. I wanna fill that pussy up with my cum ‘til it’s dripping out.”

You feel heat rush from your heaving chest up your neck to your cheeks. “Stop... that! You pervert.”

Dabi chuckles at you. You weren’t prudish, you were inexperienced. “What? Stop what, hm?”

“Talking like... that.”

He only hums, though, and he’s not to comply with your request. “Ya know, if you weren’t a virgin, I’d take your ass, too. Or put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat until you’re chokin’ on it. Fuck, you’d sound like an angel.” Dabi chuckles at his ironic comparison, seemingly proud of himself for it.

You shrink in front of him and shiver, the room feeling so cold. You glance at your bedroom door and he notices promptly.

“I’ll carry you, for a price.”

Your eyes flicker back to him and the simper he flashes you would’ve had you weak in the knees had you been standing.

“Like what, my soul?” It’s a slightly genuine, slightly snarky question.

“Your mouth.” Dabi waves a hand at your widened eyes. “Not tonight. Maybe next time. You won’t know up from down and I don’t feel like playing teacher more than I already am.”

The demon doesn’t wait for your snarky remark before he picks you up and lugs you to your bed. You let out a noise when he literally drops you onto the mattress, your form bouncing atop it before he pins you to the bed roughly, so quickly you get dizzy. He dips his hips between your legs and spreads them wide while his mouth delves into the crook of your sweat-coated neck to let him begin suckling and leaving stinging marks with sweet, little kisses peppered in between.

It seems he’s suddenly gone soft on you, but it won’t last, even if you don’t know it.

Your back arches against him, ready to finally feel his torrid body against yours so that you can relish in his warmth despite the fact that your body was soaked in sweat; you wanted so much more, you needed it. Your next moan is dealt without a care who can hear, and thereafter with you wrap your arms around his neck tightly. Dabi grabs your hips and squeezes the plump flesh before his hands roam down your thighs to your knees as he hikes your legs around his hips, with you far too eager not to comply.

“Dabi,” you breathe, and he hums with one of his hands still on your hip as the other supports his weight by your shoulder. “Kiss me. Please.” Your voice is desperate and needy, and you’re starting to think this is more than lust pushing you on.

Had he used another demonic spell on you?

When Dabi complies, his hips grind against you to allow his hardened cock to nudge the folds of your glistening pussy.

This time around, with his tongue prodding in your mouth at a slower, more passionate pace, you catch on and realize he has a tongue piercing. Your walls clench at the thought of what it would feel like licking stripes up and down your soaked cunt, wondering whether it would be cool to the touch or searing hot due to his body temperature.

Searing hot would be the answer, though you don’t know that as of now.

The demon grinds against you as he devours your mouth with his own, his weeping cock sliding through your your wet folds. On the other hand you’re careful not to cut your tongue on his teeth again, albeit he wouldn’t complain if you did; if anything he’d encourage it. Your hands splay on his hot back, and you wonder that if leaving them on his searing skin for too long will burn you. If it gave you the opportunity to roam your fingers over his muscles and caress the staples, goddamn would it be worth the burns. With a sigh into his mouth your hands move from his back to grab onto those horns you’d thought about, your grip gentle yet exploring as you try to focus on feeling the rough texture of them.

Dabi pulls away from you to pepper open-mouthed kisses among your jawline, growling all the while. “What’re you doing?” he brusquely asks between the wet gestures, and you croon. His voice was so rough and gravelly while the gestures were soft and... sweet. You almost dare to say it was heavenly.

“Just feelin’ ‘em, babydoll.”

You throw his pet name back at him purposefully, and the mockery elicits a dark chuckle from him. Ever so slowly, you were beginning to learn how to be more brazen. You were getting comfortable with him on this intimate level. You’d already been comfortable in some way with him living forcibly in your apartment for over a month, but not on this level, not like this.

The stapled hand on your leg disappears before it reappears in your hair and gives a pull - not a yank - to tilt your head back and further expose your neck. You expect him to ravage it with his mouth like earlier, but he stopped to admire his apparent handiwork. You can’t see the marks he’s left, albeit he’s apparently satisfied as he smirks.

“What’re you doing?” you mimic him playfully.

“Thinkin’ about how I want you, of course.” He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

In response, you huff at him.

“Let’s see,” he begins, moving closer to you, his breath fanning the lower half of your face as his eyes bore into your soul, “chest up against the wall, or on your hands and knees... hell, maybe just your knees...” He moves down so that his breath reaches just under your jaw, his eyes still staring intensely up at you while his hand slithers to your tit, rolling the hardened bud under his finger and you mewl. “...could always put you in a mating press and fuck you like a bitch in heat... I might even let you get on top, if you’re a good girl. Decisions, decisions, eh?”

“What,” you huff, “you mean, with all that whoring and harassing you did, you never thought this through?” You mirror his smirk with your own quirked brow while you rub the horns on his head, thoroughly enjoying their soft yet rippled texture.

“Oho, that’s the problem, doll. I’ve thought about it too much.” Dabi’s teeth put on a show for you to see from his widening smirk. Next thing you know, his fingers are pinching and tugging your nipple roughly for the first time and you keen under him from the shock before his wet mouth matches onto your other tit, tongue lulling over the bud. You mewl and flick your head back, chest heaving in your panting as you feel him suction onto your plump skin and suck away with a sopping, hot mouth, his low sigh into your skin blissful.

Your hands drop to his shoulders as a result of the distraction his mouth brings. Demonic saliva coats your tit and glistens in what little silvery moonlight filters through your blinds, all while you feel the pull of your leg over his right shoulder and prodding at your weeping heat with the tip of his cock.

“Ya know what?” he murmurs into your skin, “I wanna see these lovely tits of yours bounce.” With his other hand he guides the tip in and gives a moan at how warm and slick the entrance of your cunt is around him. And tight as hell, too. Of all the summons he could’ve answered, he answered the one that, unbeknownst to Dabi, lead to you, just on a whim. And fuck, if it wasn’t worth it.

You whine and writhe underneath him, needy as can be, as your entrance clenches around the head of his cock.

“Use your words, babydoll.”

You groan at him. “Just please hurry up and fuck me!”

“Your wish is my command...” Dabi’s voice is full of tease and mockery, which makes you want to bite his tongue.

Without any warning he sheaths his cock all the way into you as a groan escapes his throat, and you jolt at the sensation of suddenly being so goddamned full, your lustful gasp resonating off the walls of your bedroom. That one hard pump of his hips sends a wave up pleasure through your nervous system and the stretch of your tight walls leaves you wanting more. He’s much longer and thicker than his fingers, and you can’t help your cunt clenching around him like it does. The subconscious movement has Dabi groaning and panting out as you clench on his cock, and he still can’t help but relish in how fucking worth the wait you are.

That stretch of your cunt is back again, sweet and sinful as before. His cock brushes against all the right places, filling you up perfectly and having you drool for more.

Dabi holds still at least, though you can tell it won’t be for long.

“So goddamned tight,” he spits through his teeth against your neck, fighting the demanding of every cell in his body to fuck you like a rabid animal. Dabi’s hot breath fans over your neck, his teeth clenching as a result of your tightness around him.

His hips slowly start pushing and pulling to gently thrust his throbbing cock in and out of you, slowly letting you adjust before he can pick a normal pace.

...is what you thought he would do.

But nay, he begins with slow and agonizingly yet blissfully hard thrusts into your wet core, his grunts being drowned out by your wails and mewls as he slams into your sopping cunt. The lewd sounds of wet skin slapping slowly against skin and hot squelching mixes into it all, creating a melody of sin only you and Dabi share, that only the two of you can hear.

You were definitely going to hell, by now. But hey, good dick seemed worth the eternal damnation. Right?

With one particularly hard thrust, Dabi bites into the crook between your neck and shoulder, unexpectedly not breaking the skin, eliciting a cry from your parched throat and your eyes shut tight. The teeth latching onto your skin feel less sharp and more human, as he’s morphed them not to tear into your flesh and draw blood. He’d never hear the end of it for getting blood on your sheets, he knew that. Besides, if he wasn’t careful it would kill you.

He doesn’t want that happening again. Ugh. That was a godsforsaken mess - literally.

With every pounce of his hips, your tits bounce on your chest like he set out to do and he was sure to take in the sight of it all very well, having waited over a month for it. The smarting pang you felt earlier when his fingers fucked you is completely gone by now, leaving you to writhe and thrust your own hips from the overwhelming fucking of your senses.

“Dabi, Dabi!” you sob, your thoughts blending together until nothing but the demon inside of you remains in your consciousness. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, drawing a thick, black liquid in the deep crescents, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Words, babydoll,” he breathes out, emphasizing the first word with a thrust. “C’mon, you know better.” He groans above you.

A yelp and another, higher in pitch slap of skin resonates within the room amidst the wet, sloppy ones and his grunts, but it doesn’t register that he’s slapped the underside of the thigh perched on his shoulder until you feel the pulsating sting that scatters through your leg. The yelp was apparently yours.

“Faster!” Your voice is devoured by a whiny tone and squeals that fight out of you, but it’s drowned out by the rhythm of his hips against yours.

Another slap hits your senses, and you cry out, tears flooding your eyelids. All you need is a little push.

“So fuckin’ demanding... Where are your manners, little mouse?” His lips are on your ear again, almost as if threateningly. “I’d be a little more... ngh... polite if I were you.” The covers bunch and roll under your body when it’s slid back against them from the hardest thrust he’s graced you with yet, the process bringing a shriek out of you and shock as a result of his hitting that special spot after angling his hips just right and causing your poor head to spin. With Dabi then yanking you back to where you were with the hand on your thigh above the reddening cloud of flesh, you croon underneath him as he stops fucking your dripping wet heat altogether. You’re left to stare into his fiery blue eyes directly while hot breaths flood out of you in rapid succession. His nose almost touched yours, and the look in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you’re at my mercy, doll. If I don’t want you to cum, you won’t.”

“Nonono, I’m sorry! Please! Please! I’m sorry!”

A cross between a hum and growl leaves his throat, and you shrink underneath him.

“‘Please,’ what?”

“Go faster, please!”

Dabi’s teeth are on your neck again when he picks up his thrusting into you, increasing in speed and fucking your sopping pussy like you had requested. With his hands on your hips, the demon mutters praises and moans into your neck and you sputter incoherent gibberish when you’re not gasping for air and squealing and bawling out from his almost inhuman, blissful pace. The leg wrapped around his waist clenches as hard as you’re physically able as he slams into you, and while your senses are being ravaged and brutalized, you hear faintly those wet squelching noises and the sounds of metal and wood creaking. You weren’t sure if the thrumming in your eardrums was your heartbeat or your headboard hitting the wall, but the thought of the latter rolled your eyes into the back of your head. Dabi angles his hips just right and smacks his cock into that oh-so-special spot within your soft cunt, and the jolt of pleasure and utter bliss that results brings you back to reality momentarily - yet still somehow throwing you out of your mind.

“Right there! Dabi! Oh, fuck!” You sob with a slur, your hands grasping and clawing at his back desperately. Incoherent garbling follows thereafter, and Dabi doesn’t even try to decipher it even if it is silk against his ears.

The fingers gripping onto your hips are so tightly embedded into your skin, Dabi’s sure they will leave round little bruises in their wake and he relishes in the idea, but the sting they bring you feels so damned good, you welcome it, too. The tension that builds within your cunt keeps building and building, your hot walls clenching around Dabi as you near carnal release. You’re close, so fucking close to the height of true bliss, your moans getting higher and higher in pitch as your back lifts off the mattress without you willing it. You feel that familiar tingle before-

It stops.

You sob at the utter emptiness and lack of release, your head spinning.

The ancient bastard denied you of your orgasm.

Chest heaving up and down in your panting, your wordless whine and protest at the emptiness you can feel is seemingly ignored by Dabi. The lack of warmth at your pulsating core is almost... cold. So cold.

“Wh-why...?” you whine.

The demon lets out a breathy groan. You can feel him dip his lips to your collarbone and smirk. “Just ‘cause.”

Quickly the demon sits back on his haunches and your arms droop off his shoulders. Dabi blinks at you with his hand holding your ankle to his shoulder, all the while staring you down with an intensity that has you feeling small, like an ant before an elephant. You’re so vulnerable and naked under his unwavering gaze, it’s nearly frightening. There’s something in his eyes you haven’t seen before. It’s soft but it’s predatory. He drinks in the sight of you leisurely.

You know damn good and well blood is rushing to your face, your hot breaths leaving you in weak puffs.

“Aren’t you precious?” you hear him remark with a toothy smirk. “Just for me. Right?”

You nod.

Demonically slitted eyes narrow at you darkly. “Say it, then,” he demands.

“Just...” you pant, “for you.”

Dabi’s hand pulls your ankle off him and puts your foot flat against the bedding next to his knee as he looks down at you. The moonlight striking the vibrant color of Dabi’s eyes is breathtaking, if your breath could be knocked out of your lungs further. It almost forced you to liken the sight with tinted ice, with icy waters off Iceland or perhaps glacier-dwelling seas of the Antarctic. And yet, you knew better.

The sight before Dabi was more than he’d expected, albeit just as sinful. Seeing you splashed out in bed, sweating and panting and dripping in your own essence just for him drove him wild. You were so adamant against fucking him, about retaining your innocence and saving it for the “right” person, in the beginning. And yet now, you let him do as he pleases and he didn’t doubt it would be the first time. He knew better.

“Get on your hands and knees, love.”

That was a first. “Love?” You like it more than the several others. It was smoky and gravelly and breathy all once.

Without your knowing your eyes soften and you grin the tiniest grin at the demon, knowing he won’t return the favor and be as gentle and sweet with you. He’s quick to quirk a brow at you, but you turn on your side to maneuver your body around and comply with Dabi’s command. Your breath has evened out by now, as you prop yourself on your elbows with your ass pointing out to Dabi, weeping cunt ready to be filled. It was embarrassing being on display like this again. You glance back at him with curious eyes, only to be met with silence and what felt like a dark presence. He’d gone cold on you.

You feel a hot hand on the nape of your neck and swear on whatever god you used to believe that your skin sizzled for a bit, while another lands on your left hip as his cock presses up against your folds and slithers through between your legs a couple times, gathering the slick of your essence - as if it needed to! - before he delves into your pussy once again. You croon in front of him, and the moan that comes out of Dabi has you clenching around his cock for the countless time. He mutters something untranslatable to you and pushes down on your nape, easing you face-first into the mattress. Your bedding was so soft and warm from your own body heat. Maybe it was leakage from the demon’s body temperature, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was a mix of both, intermingling like perfectly-cut pieces of a puzzle.

With a sharp moan, Dabi bottoms out in you, your mewls being swallowed by the bedding pressing against your cheek. You sigh into plush warmth, but the soft and gooeyness you feel is quickly torn away by a harsh snap of Dabi’s hips. Your gasp is cut through by a squeak from your throat, only urging him further as you already feel that coil tightening and readying to snap. You feel him shift a little against you, and you try to glance at him as much as you can before he begins thrusting into you again. That hard but slow pace makes its appearance for a short while, and hot damn is it heavenly. You moan and whine completely unabashedly. The walls of your apartment were thin and cheap, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It was just an effect he had on you.

So what if your neighbors knew your were getting railed by a demonic being from ages past?

He certainly wanted them to know.

Dabi’s pace picks up again and you already feel the ripples of pleasure soaring through your body from your clenching cunt, your grip on the fabric underneath you tightening as you fight back the urge to bite into it. Even the lewd slaps of his hips against your ass are louder and quicker, and fuck aren’t they wetter. Dabi himself seems proud of this.

Your breathing quickens and your lungs almost burn like the hand on the back of your neck, your keening and sobbing getting higher in pitch and filled with rushed air. His thrusts only seem to get deeper and harder, if it were possible, and your eyes close shut tightly as your body trembles. Dabi adjusts his hips and continuously hits that oh-so-sweet spot that makes your head cloud over totally, his head falling back at the way your pussy hugs him tight.

“Dabi!” you sob. “Don’t stop, please!” Your wording is heavily slurred and slightly hushed from the impact of his fucking your nerves and your cheek being pushed into the bed, but you manage, nonetheless. You can’t fight back the drool that droops out the corner of your mouth.

The demon chuckles. Dabi could hear you say his name like that for a thousand years straight and it wouldn’t be enough. “S’pose you’ve been a good girl, babydoll. Go on, I’ll let you cum.”

The hand on your neck moves to your shoulder and soon enough, your chest and face are removed from the sheets, albeit you’re still on all fours as he fucks into you. Thereafter you feel the piping heat of his chest against your back, a crude reminder of the seven layers of arson Dabi’s capable. His hand holds you still while he continues to wrack your body with thrusts into your wet heat. You feel his fingers rub and circle your clit after a torrid hand snakes around your ribs and down your navel, and the pace of Dabi’s fingers is almost in beautiful tandem with his fucking as he hits that special spot over and over and over again. You can feel your essence flowing down the insides of your thighs like you thought wasn’t even possible, pussy dripping onto your bedding.

Ah, fuck.

With a lustful shriek, your spongy walls convulse around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, your vision going white as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body rocks back and forth, legs twitching and torso shuddering. It takes almost everything Dabi has not to cum then and there, his hiss and loud growl being evidence of that. You just feel so good, why wouldn’t he want to cum now? But no, that would be a treat for you later.

Your clutch on the bedding underneath is as tight as you’re fully capable, and your knuckles turn white while you revel in your own personal bliss, courtesy of whatever the hell Dabi is. The intensity of it all has your head spinning and body pulsating. Poor body beginning to come down from the fierce high, you wondered if Dabi would stop and let you bliss out - but nay; he continues to fuck you like an animal and abuse your clit while you cry it all out. You were drenched in sweat, your cheeks flooded with tears you didn’t know were there until now.

“Too much, too much,” you squeak quietly, so quiet you’re not even sure he could hear you. But maybe it was incoherent. Maybe you were babbling and drooling like a fucked out hole at this point. Was it getting overwhelming? Yes. Did it feel ungodly good? Fuck yes.

“You’re so fuckin’... wet, though,” he pants, before slowing down slightly. “I think you’re playing innocent. You like this, ah, don’t you?” Dabi groans as you continue to flutter, sensitively, around him. “You want me to fuck you stupid, to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, right?”

Dabi chuckles at your lack of response and continues to ram into your soaking heat with your cries and squeaks only urging him further. An attempt to glance at Dabi is mostly thwarted by the pace he’s taken on, or maybe it’s because everything’s spinning - or is it the tears flooding from your eyelids - you manage to meet his icy, slitted eyes once, which prompts him to poke kisses at your nape and behind your ear. You feel that familiar warmth in your entire pelvis, you cunt clenching down on his cock as the waves of pleasure intensify.

“Dabi, I- nnn, it’s too mu-much,” you whine. “Please.”

“Nah, you’re okay, babydoll,” he drawls cockily, voice gravelly and breathy enough to make you cum on command. “I think you’ve got a few more for me, don’t you? C’mon.” He makes a point to hit your g-spot harder than before after he’s done talking, and goddamn does it take the air out of your lungs. You choke on your own spit when you feel that piping hot hand patted against your asscheek repeatedly.

Your shriek and wet slopping fills the room as you cum yet again, albeit this time the pressure on your nerves feels different - smoother, warmer - and the tingle in your belly is intense as your scream feels like it claws at your throat until it bleeds. Your thighs are drenched in your juices, cunt twitching and clenching in the aftermath of your mind-splitting pleasure. You mumble and whimper as he finally slows down and gives you a sliver of mercy, both of his hands now holding you up by your hips when your torso slowly droops down like it was before. Dabi chuckles behind you quietly as he comes to a halt.

“You good, doll?”

He’s definitely not sincere.

Your eyes squeeze shut and you heave and pant, the fabric in your fingers wrinkling in their grasp.

“Oi, you can’t quit on me now,” he demands. “I haven’t cum yet and I gotta make you squirt again.”

Trying to get a whole, solid word out was a struggle as a result of your heavy breathing and the overstimulation. Your head was fuzzy and the room was spinning like a damn typhoon, and for a split moment you thought you’d fallen unconscious. What spills out is garbled nonsense.

The demon hums that inquisitive hum again, urging you to speak.

You lift your cheek off the bed slightly, as you’re able. “Will...”

You’re not sure why, but the thought of Dabi skipping off after taking your virginity so unceremoniously rang into your thoughts, giving you a sense of loneliness and anxiety. Why, though? Why now?

“Huh?” He leans in so close, his horn bobs off the side of your head when he arches over you to put an ear to your lips. “Try again, love. Go on.” He sounds quite intrigued, probably the most you’ve heard him.

“Will you... hah, leave... me?”

The grin against your neck is dark.

“Whaddya mean, little mouse?”

His voice was downright excited. You were worth the wait. How long had it been since he’d had a human so obedient, so innocent yet so easily corrupted? You were his, now - whether you liked it or not was irrelevant. But he knew you would. Dabi had grown on you far more than you’d ever admit, he knew that for a fact. You were clearly enjoying yourself now, anyway. And it didn’t take magic to do all of this, save for one here and there to coax you to enjoy yourself and to bring out subconscious feelings. Like right now. You felt these things, he just amplified them to an unbearable extent. Whoops. You poor thing.

“Don’t go.”

Eyes half-lidded and droopy, you turn your head to look back at the demon, only to be met with sharp teeth shown off in a naughty grin. You blink once and you could’ve sworn you saw an image of a black, smoky aura surrounding him.

“If you can handle me, dear.”

You nod against the bed slowly before trying to push your ass against him with what little stability you have. Even if his cock was still buried in you, without any movement you felt empty and... alone.

“I thought it was too much?” he quips, hand rubbing at your reddened ass cheek in a way you have to describe as soothing. It felt so silky and mellow. Yet you knew he was far from that. “Well? I thought you were bitchin’ out on me like the virgin you are.”

“In... insi... inside,” you sputter shyly, mental clarity not quite returning, albeit you manage enough to think of that at least. You want him to cum inside, to know what it feels like to be stuffed full of his cum, to feel his cock twitching inside after his release. “C-um.”

You never would’ve thought about that before you met him. Why would you feel this way?

“Aw, what is it?” The hum that results from his scarred throat is dark. “You want me to cum inside right now? I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet.” His voice is bastardly and maybe even a little teasing, and he sighs almost happily at your squirming. “Asking me to cum inside like that the first time you get fucked - such a whore. Have I fucked you stupid already, doll? Shame, I thought you’d hold out better than that.” Dabi clicked his tongue and shook his head, though you can’t see. “Broken so early. Guess there’s no point in me stickin’ around after all, huh?”

A noise sounds from the back of your throat in protest and nearly unbeknownst to you, drool slithers out the corner of your mouth. Dabi seems to ignore your noises as his hands adjust your hips, giving you enough friction to elicit a whine from your lips. You can’t register this at the moment, but Dabi was a victim to his own whims and could be a mix of soft and downright mean in the bedroom, and there’s no telling which will arise. Sometimes he’ll want skin against skin, tongue lashing against yours, fiery pleasure; sometimes he wants to insult you and lash his hand across your ass cheek, leaving bruises or drawing blood wherever he can.

“I was gonna make you convince me,” he breathes, slowly thrusting. “But considering you’re still conscious, I think that’s enough.” Dabi chuckles behind you. Well, you were only conscious as per his meddling. He was the one keeping your consciousness pulled to the surface, preventing you from letting go of reality and passing out. “You’re most welcome to cry and beg, though, babydoll.”

Hell, that list was half-checked off. Tears stained your cheeks and blurred your vision already, and the more he fucked into you, the more they fluttered out. Your lungs burned at this point, a searing heat cutting through your chest. Anything you try to say comes out incoherently, a sputtered and garbled mess, when it’s not a pitiful sob.

You push your hips back against him in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock while Dabi fucks your puffy cunt, drawing a condescending chuckle from him. The jolt of overstimulation beckoned you to crawl away and relieve yourself of him, but the need to have him thrusting and cumming inside you overcame it. His release and what it would feel like to have his cum mixing with your juices and dripping out of you was all you could think about, as if entranced in a spell that bound your consciousness to that one thing. The rest of your thoughts were jumbled and incoherent even to you, the drool trickling out your mouth and the rolling of your eyes into the back of your head representative of that.

As Dabi watched your pussy envelop him, he couldn’t help but envision his name carved into your asscheeks with a sharpened claw of his. Ah, the squeals and squeaks that crawl out of you would be divine in the most sinful way possible, and the threads of blood that would trickle down your skin would taste head-spinningly beautiful. Maybe next time. Dabi’s jaw clenched at the throb of his cock within your sputtering, velvety walls, the tightness in his abdomen building. Just one more...

“Fuck, little one...!”

As the demon drags sharp claws up your thigh and asscheek, it leaves red ribbons in its wake and the squeeze of your cunt and pitiful squeal tells him well that you’re enjoying it far more than you ever thought you would.

“Such a good fucking human... good fuckin’ hole,” he grunts, voice strained. His hand plants on the middle of your back and pushes hard, bowing your poor back as his other hand keeps your hips up, his cock ramming into you at a faster pace. Dabi lets out a loud groan when he sees the blissed out, tear-stained, drool-covered face of yours before his thrusting loses rhythm and he suddenly feels your pussy flutter around him hard in orgasm again, soaking him in your slick again. Finally he allows himself to find the release you’d internally begged for, fucking into you at a less than rhythmic pace as his own mind begins to become overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ah, shit. Fuck, fuck, motherfucking-!”

Dabi soon finds his teeth embedded into your flesh and gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise or even cut into the skin as his hips move entirely on their own against you. With a strained moan he cums, thick, warm ropes of cum painting your fluttering, sensitive, and overstimulated walls as you literally cry and sob underneath him, his hips still involuntarily thrusting into you as your cunt milks him for all he’s worth.

“Fucking hell,” he bites out, body relaxing against yours as he comes down from the high, yet he doesn’t pull out. “I missed this.” His voice is breathy and littered with pants against your neck. Dabi leaves a few wet kisses to it before leaning back and slowly pulling out with a groan, leaving you empty and dripping before him. He watches as his cum begins to trickle out but is quick to gather it with his fingers and push it roughly back into your pulsating cunt.

“Atta fuckin’ girl.”

Your poor head spins and you don’t know up from down, so Dabi ushers you to lay down and before he knows it, you’re passed out asleep. Eh, he’ll consider aftercare next time maybe. With a yawn that’s more out of sudden boredom than it is exhaustion, Dabi lays down next to you and props his head up with his hand, leaning against his elbow as he watches you sleep peacefully, a complete contrast to a few mere minutes ago. With a smirk he wipes the tears off your cheeks. Those cheeks...

“I oughta answer sacrifices more often.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi #mha #bnha #blue hour.#*throws candy* happy halloween have some mediocre smut!

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bunnys-fics · 4 years ago

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I may have had a little to much fun with this one👉👈

paring-tokoyami x reader

“Guys you can’t seriously think that Tokoyami has had a girlfriend this entire time!”

The small group of friends had been bickering back and forth because a lurking Mineta had spotted someone leaving Hawks agency with Tokoyami. Though it did now make sense why he seemed so offended when they tried to set him up with other pro’s.

“We shouldn’t be messing around with his personal life,” an annoyed Izuku huffed.

“C’mon Mido..you gotta be a little bit curious??”

“Why don’t we just ask the dumbass then?”

Tokoyami’s room “My pretty little empress seems like you are coming apart at the seams.”

“Yami she's clearly too blissed-out to even talk right now,” a practically glowing dark shadow squawked.

“She can never seem to resist the both of us huh?”

Despite what many people tended to think about your boyfriend, he was, in fact, a jealous little bird. Although his jealousy tended to lash out more after you started to regularly visit his agency and become acquainted with his rather flirty mentor.

“My queen, each time Dark Shadow lands a hit on these pretty little cheeks of your I better hear your voice.”

“Since people clearly can’t understand that you clearly belong to me.”

You slightly glance up at him before seeing a harsh stare and his feather-ruffling with agitation. He breaks eye contact before landing a smack of your practically slippery cunt.

“It seems like you enjoy my darkness little one!”

“Of course she does, her eyes are practically begging for our touch.”

“What a messy little fucking slut..always enjoying when I break your mind and destroy this little body.”

They both begin to land harsh hits on your body and leave pretty little marks all down your skin. However, suddenly they both stop causing a whine to leave your mouth and the droll coming down your chin to be more noticeable to the pair.

“Wait….why’d you stop?” “My little shadow..do you not want my cock buried in that puffy little pussy of yours.” “Yami..please I wanna be your pretty little empress.” “Address me properly little one.” “My god..please use my body how you please!” “What an obedient and devoted little subject.”

A predatory look immediately seeped into his eyes before immediately snatching you up and hovering you over his cock. He snatched your cheeks within his fingers before slamming inside of you, causing a sequel to escape your mouth.

“Thank you, my god.” “My pretty little darkness, I'm gonna make sure to paint your insides with my cum do everyone know who you belong to?” “Wannabe bred by you, my king” “My pretty little fucking cum dump… always begging so pretty and letting me have control over action you do...gonna make sure to get that pretty little stomach of your swollen from my load.”

The praise spilling from your tongue only grew into whines as Dark Shadow began to play with your nipples and nip gently along your body. The only sound that could be heard around the room was your cunt desperately trying to clamp down on his length.

“Is my pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock and make sure to keep my load nicely inside of her.”

“I love how much you twitch and try to cling down on my love...are you really that desperate to have my cock in you forever?”

Whines left your throat before he began to choke you and demanding an answer, “you better do exactly what I say and not let a fucking drop go to waste.”

The stimulation of both Yami and Dark Shadow became too much and you were quickly meeting your end with words of encouragement from both of them...

“Such a pretty little slut that's becoming but a babbling mess.” “Dark Shadow make sure you mark up our little toy.” “Of course Yami..gonna make sure she doesn't forget who she belongs to.” “Now my little empress you better make a big mess and show your god just how much you enjoy fucking your pathetic body!” “Gonna make you swollen with my young and a pretty little housewife.”

The coil in your stomach immediately snapped and you clenched down harshly on his cock. Then suddenly you could feel yourself being bitten harshly on the neck and filled up.

“I hope that my darkness didn't scare you.”

Without any hesitation you lean over and place kisses on both his and Dark Shadows beak before reassuring him, “nope Yami.. you know that I love you both so much.”

Before you both could get another word in suddenly a loud bang was heard from the other side of the door and loud shouting followed..

“Dude I didn’t know that Tokoyami was such a fucking freak in bed!”

“Told you guys to mind your business!”

#mha #mha smut #mha tokoyami #bnha fanfiction #bnha #bnha tokoyami #tokoyami x y/n #tokoyami smut

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inside-of-a-fangirls-mind · 4 years ago

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A Not So Lonely Hut In The Woods (Sequel- With Muriel)

A smutty sequel to A lonely hut in the woods.

Words; 6,703

Warnings; Smut of course, muriels self destructive behavior, angst, Muriel is a little out of character but like Idk.

Pairing; Muriel x Fem!Reader

Notes; It’s been long in the making. After playing his newest route I finally went back and finished editing this and figured I might as well post it. Time frame is shortly after hunting lucio in the woods. But it doesn’t really follow the next chapters in the story. You and Muri just need some alone time okay.

Once his lips touched yours, your body was on fire. His rough hands on your hips, fingers just under your shirt made you melt as you tried to press your body closer to his during the kiss. His lips moved with a passion you weren't familiar with, but it didn't do anything but add to your aching desire.

"Muriel," You moaned into his mouth a hand in his hair, another on his back trying to pull him to press against your body.

He broke the kiss and just smiled at you. "Y/N," he whispered before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed, the furs bounced with you, making you giggle for a moment.

"C'mon then. Don't keep me waiting." You teased removing your shirt with a smirk. The way his eyes darkened as he dropped his fur cape tp the ground excited you more.

"Be careful what you wish for." He whispered, crawling over you on the bed, pulling your thighs flushed against either side of his hips, and pressing his hardened length against you through both your pants.

You threw your head back and moaned, followed by another as his hands removed your bra, and lips found your nipple. Both your hands desperately tangling into his hair.

"Muriel!" You moan again as he slowly grinds his hips against yours. His teeth softly pulling on your nipple before his tongue circled it, his eyes shut in concentration. You steal a glance down and moan again. The way his hair framed his face, the looking of pure bliss on him and the blush on his cheeks, oh this man would be the death of you for sure.

"Shhh." He whispers after noticing you looking at him. Pulling away from you to sit upon his knees. "Let me take care of you for once." His deep voice shook your chest, and red now flooded your cheeks as he slowly slides your pants off your legs, kissing each part of newly revealed skin.

You bit your lip as you watched him before turning your head to the side to brace yourself. But then your hips were pulled to the edge of the bed, Muriel's grin was intoxicating.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured as he placed kisses against your pelvis. You opened your mouth to say something, but when his fingers pulled your thighs apart, and his face was sinking between them, whatever you were going to say was lost in your throat.

"Muri-" you started before letting out a lusty moan as his tongue swiped over your clit experimentally. Your legs ended up over his strong shoulders, hands on your hips to pull you closer to him. Another lick, a soft kiss before finally flicking his tongue against your clit.

You groan out his name, one hand in his hair the other wrapped in the furs on the bed. "Ah- A! Muri- I- huh... Pl-please!" You begged between breaths.

He doesn't answer, but as soon as he pulls his face away, it's replaced with a finger slowly pumping into you. "Is this what you want, Y/N?" He gives you a little smirk tilting his head to the side. You glare down at him before groaning out his name, his lips moving to suck on your clit softly as you arch your back crying out.

"Y/N, Cum for me." He whispered against your skin. "Come on Y/N, Y/N." Whispering your name out like a prayer as you only moan louder when he adds a second finger.

"Muriel, I'm- go-gonna..."

"Y/N, wake up," You feel two large hands on your shoulders, shaking you away from your release. Opening your eyes to see an anxious Muriel over you, eyes wide and searching yours.

A hot blush rising to your cheeks as it sinks in, it was a wet dream... A wet dream about your boyfriend sleeping next to you. Did you moan out loud, did you call his name, can he see the damp spot you feel in your pants right now.

Muriels face relaxes a little before cupping your cheek. "Are you okay? I hope that nightmare wasn't too scary. Do you want to talk about it?" He whispers, stroking his thumb over your cheek softly.

You close your eyes a moment enjoying the feeling of his warm hand before your eyes shot open. Nightmare?!?! "Wh-what?"

Muriel looked a little stunned before sitting beside you on the bed. "You were screaming out my name, I-i thought it was a nightmare... I'm sorry." His head hung down, and he didn't look at you. Oh, this poor sweet baby, you swallowed hard how in the world do you tell him it wasn't a nightmare about him but rather a sex dream?

"Muriel.." you whisper, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, placing sweet kisses to his neck and jaw. "my dear. It wasn't a nightmare about you." You whisper, soft fingers tracing his collar bones, promptly thinking how to play it off.

"Oh?" He whispered, turning his head slightly to look into your eyes for a moment.

"You were the one saving me." You hum, placing a kiss to his shoulder, well saving you from having to masturbate yeah.

The tips of his ears turned pink, and you smiled, resting your cheek against his shoulder. "I could never have a bad dream about you, my dear. You're much too sweet for that." You hum before he turns around in your arms and smiles.

"So are you." He whispers before leaning in and kissing your lips softly. You had to hold back, all the raging emotions you felt from the dream you just had bubbling up.

You pulled back from the sweet kiss with a smile. "I should get ready. I need to go to the shop today. Get some things, and so forth." You hum before cupping his cheek. "Why won't you relax until I get back. Then we can go fishing and have a nice lunch." You kiss the tip of his nose before getting out of bed.

The wetness between your legs causing you to clench your jaw for a second before changing into everyday clothes. Muriel laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling. "I could go with you?"

You bit your lip at the thought. Surely he didn't know you only wanted to go to relieve some, um, tension, "And not let you have a lazy morning in bed?" You smile and look back at him. "Take a little breather. I'll be back before you know it. Besides, Inanna's missing all the attention she normally gets." You tease looking over at the sleeping wolf curled up by the fireplace.

"Be careful." He whispers, and you smile back at him.

"I will. Don't worry about me. I still have your protection charm." You pat your bag before heading out the door. You nearly ran to your shop, needing to do something about the aching desire for your boyfriend. However, you didn't want to put it on him, it had been a while you two had been together, but things have never been of that nature yet. You would wait for him, as long as he needed you to.

What you didn't know is that Muriel knew all too well it wasn't a nightmare. He knew what those moans of his name meant. He just couldn't lay there and listen to the sinful noises you made while dreaming about him. He was never one to dwell on such sexual feelings, but with you. Oh, with you, it's all he could think about sometimes. It was dirty and wrong, but if you felt the same way? Hell, the way you cried his name in your sleep was proof of that, right?

He tried to push that all from his mind as he laid in the bed, trying not to hear your voice calling out for him. A hot blush ran over his cheeks as his cock twitched with excitement. He just couldn't get it out of his head. The star-struck look when you woke up, the hot blush over your cheeks as you stared up at him. The way your fingers traced over his. Oh boy, he was going to hell, he was sure of it.

His cock only twitched repeatedly, blood rushing south as he closed his eyes and pictured you again. Imagining what you might have been dreaming of to say his name like that, how he wanted to hear it again and again and again. Without even realizing what he was doing, his hand slide south and palmed at his cock, a soft groan working its way out of his throat. What if it was your hand? What if you were here moaning his name for him?

His head swirled as he pulled out his cock and stroked it slowly. The way your lips looked, the touch of your skin, the outline of your body. Oh, this boy had it hard. Literally. He didn't care about anything at that moment. Another soft groan falling from his lips as his hand sped up a little. How would you hold his cock, how would you do this? Slow to tease him, fast to make him cry out your name. Would it stop there? Would he be able to touch you too?

However, he didn't anticipate you arrive back so soon. The door opened, and he didn't hear it over a groan of your name. You stood there baffled, cheeks going bright red. Your eyes wandering his body for a moment before dropping everything in your hands. They hit the ground with a crash, causing Muriel to jolt up into a sitting position, eyes locking onto yours and going a deeper red than you.

You quickly turned on your heals and jolted out the door. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!" You cried out to him before leaning against the door. Keeping it closed. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your voice lost in your throat. Did Muriel really...? You shake your head, throwing everything out the window. Was Muriel okay?

He nearly fell out of bed, trying to get his pants back up and closed, breathing heavily with worry. Oh, gods, why did he do it, why did he. His hands flew to his hair; his eyes shut tight. You wouldn't want him now. Not with how disgusting he was. He shouldn't have even been doing that, let alone thinking of you.

"Muriel.." you speak through the door. When you hear the bed creak. "Muriel. It's okay. I promise." You place your hand against the door, followed by your forehead.

"N-no, it's not!" His voice was weak and broken. He sounded on the edge of tears.

"Muriel. Are you decent? I'm coming in." You take a deep breath to calm yourself. You couldn't let any desires get in the way of comforting him right now.

"Y/N, just go away!" His voice cracked as he spoke, and you knew he was crying. Like hell, you would leave him like this. You opened the door slowly, peeking in to see him sitting on the bed head in his hands, shaking.

"Oh, Muriel..." You whisper, crossing the room to him and pulling him into your arms. His face against your chest, stroking his hair softly. "My dear, it's okay. I shouldn't have rushed in like I did. You're only human. It's okay really." You hum to him as he cries.

"I- it's not! I- I shouldn't have!" He cried, wanting to push you away but not having the energy.

"Shush. None of that." You whisper before holding him closer to you. "We've been together for how long now? It's only natural to have some of those feelings for me. I-" you want to tell him you feel the same; you were doing the same at the shop. You know what he feels, and you wished you could voice it to him, but embarrassment holds your tongue.

"No!" He pulls away from you; head still hung low. "I- I knew y-you'd be right b-back! But s-still I couldn't stop m-myself!" He swallowed before looking at his hand, feeling disgusted with himself.

"Muri-" you started reaching out for him again, but he stands and moves right past you to the door without saying a word.

"I- I need to be alone." He whispered before disappearing from the door.

You watched him leave and felt your stomach twist. You understood it wasn't like he was supposed to just get over it. If it had been the other way around, you were sure you'd feel just the same. You sat on the bed and sighed loudly.

"Why doesn't he get I feel the same way? That I love him and want him the same way. Is he really that dense to not know I was moaning his name, not calling out for him?" You groan and pull a pillow over your face. He would be back, and you knew it.

Before long sleep overtook you, it was easier than just waiting for his return. Though when he walked through the door and saw you sleeping, he was unsure if he could even face you again. Maybe if you didn't remember him, it would be easier...

It wasn't very thought out, but he rummaged through your bag scanning for the small pouch he had given you. The only thing attaching him to you, he held it in his hand before looking over you. His life was far less embarrassing before you, and he could take the loneliness again. You deserved someone who could give you what you wanted even sexually. He couldn't; he didn't know what he was doing. He never had... This was easier.

He packed your things up and carried you gently back to your shop. He knew the way by heart, his heart pounding with every step, though would he be able to forget about you as you would him? He doubted it, but this way, you could be happy, Julian, he could make you happy. He knew what to do, how to please you. He had made Asra happy before, and that was what he wanted for you. Someone who knew what they were doing. Then you would be able to have the best life.

He opened the door to the shop and went upstairs, laying you on the bed softly. Looking over you once more, he placed a kiss to your forehead before leaving. It was easier this way. Or so he told himself.

When you awoke, you didn't remember a thing, a yawn left your lips, and you looked around. Back home? But you could have sworn you were elsewhere, but maybe it was just a dream. You stretched before going to make a cup of tea though somehow you felt empty inside and weren't quite sure why.

Days dragged on, Asra was nowhere to be seen. He was probably off on another adventure somewhere. You opened the shop as usual, and that's when Julian ran in with a surprised look on his face. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" He questioned, looking around the shop for someone else.

"I live here, Julian, why wouldn't I be here?" You chuckle, this doctor sure was strange.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He questioned, looking around the shop, "C'mon mountain man, don't hide from Dr. Devorak!" He chuckled, looking around.

"Boyfriend?" You pondered over the word for a second before shaking your head. "I don't have one."

Julian's face froze as he slowly turned to you. "D-did you guys break up or...?"

"I haven't had one. What are you talking about?" You ask before wiping down the counters of the shop. "Why is there so much dust!"

Julian swallowed before running through what might if happened in his head. "Asra! We need Asra!" He ran out of the shop, but a few seconds later, popped back in. "you coming?"

"W-what? Asra's on a journey, isn't he?" You looked at the red-haired doctor, dumbfounded.

"Oh, this is not good. C'mon!" He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the shop towards the Palace at a quick speed. You couldn't keep up with his long legs, and he was dragging you through the streets.

"Julian! Slow down!" You yell at him, but he doesn't listen at all.

"No time! This is very bad, Y/N!"

Soon enough, you are at the Palace sitting with Asra, Julian, Nadia, and Portia.

"Y/N, what all do you remember?" Asra asks before taking your back and looking through it.

"I remember going to the Palace to help with Lucio's murder, finding Julian, and then going somewhere. I don't know where. Then I was back here at the shop. Why?" You look between your friends for clues.

"Y/N, Do you remember why you went somewhere?" Nadia questioned as she ordered a servant to bring you some tea.

"I- I remember Lucio's mom. Right? She wanted to find him or something?" You try your hardest to remember, but unlike your other memories, these are just gone, no headache or nothing.

"Oh, he didn't..." Asra whispered before handing you back your bag.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?!" You don't know what to think, what the hell happened.

Everyone leaves the room, but Asra and you. You press your fingers into your temple, trying to force the memories back, but it's no use.

"Y/N. Here..." He hands you a small bag, and it smells strangely familiar.

"Asra what is th-" you stop for a moment as everything floods back to you at once. Muriel, the journey south, staying with him, what happened that morning... "Oh, Muriel. I gotta go!" You nearly shout jolting from your chair with the small bag in hand and running through the Palace.

You are breathing hard by the time to reach the forest, but you keep going. Muriel may be a bit cold, but you knew he was suffering without you. Was he really that embarrassed that he rather not have you remember anything?

You are soon at his door reaching for the handle, but you remember what started everything and knock instead, trying to catch your breath.

When he opens the door eyes red and tear-stained cheeks, your heart nearly breaks. "Oh, you idiot!" You say, still trying to breathe normally before wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. "Did you really think that would keep me away forever." You whisper to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Muriel doesn't know what to say; his hands hover over your shoulders but doesn't touch you. "it's better if you forget and be happy " his voice is weak; it sounds like all he's been doing is crying.

You lock eyes with him before pushing him back inside and nearly throwing him on the bed. He looks shocked, when did you get so strong? Well, anger and lust and everything else boiling up in you made this possible.

"You listen here, Muriel. You're not just going to get rid of me like that. It's not happening. After everything we've been through, I know you don't want me gone. You've been crying for how long now? Do you really think you don't deserve happiness, that what you did was so unforgivable? Muriel, my dear." You sigh and cup his cheeks in your hands before leaning in closer.

"My sweet Muriel," you glance to his lips before wiping tears away with your thumb. "If only you had known, I feel the same way." His shocked face didn't last long as you push your lips into his rather clumsily. His hands hovering over your hips as you sat in his lap.

One hand going to his hair while the other took his hand and placed it on your hip. "Muriel. Dammit. I love you." You whisper leaning your forehead into his trying to still your pounding heart.

He didn't say a word for a long time. You just held each other close the rest of the world fading away. "if you need time to do that, just tell me somehow. I'll be more than happy to leave for a while. I want you happy, Muriel, but I hope you can let me do it for you one day." A soft blush covered your cheeks, and you could feel the heat coming from his own.

"Y-Y/N?" He studdered out breathlessly, his face pressing into your neck as his arms tighten on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Yes, Muriel. It's okay. I'm here." You whisper, running your fingers through his hair softly.

"I-I'd like that..." He whispered against your skin, wanting to tell you he didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't know how to please you, and he was so scared and nervous to hurt you.

You're a little shocked, but a smile creeps over your lips. "We don't have to rush. I can take the lead. Muriel, it's okay. Have you ever... Been with someone like this?" You needed to know.

He shook his head no, and everything made sense. He was scared, and a virgin and this was all so scary to him.

You cupped his cheeks again and pulled his face to look at you. "Muriel, my love. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of you. Like I always do, okay?" You placed soft kisses just under his eyes before nuzzling your nose against his cheeks as a sweet smile crossed his lips.

"I- want to take care of you too," He whispered his voice was so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to him.

"And you will. Trust me. With you, it won't take much." You smile before giving him a quick kiss. "Now lay down. It's been too long since I've gotten to hold you mister, and running here has made me tired." You crawl off his lap and lay down, pulling his head to lay on your chest, your fingers twirling his hair around.

"Y/N," he whispered as your eyelids felt heavy, and you let out a yawn.

"Yeah, Muriel?" You hum, sleep almost taking you over.

"Love you too." He whispered into your chest, and it made you smile before pulling him closer.

"I know.." and then you were out.

The next few days went on as if nothing happened. It was just normal, you could say. Muriel made jokes and laughed with you. You teased him and called him cute just to see him blush. Everything was how it should be.

Until you woke up one morning noticing Muriel wasn't as close to you as you would like, the fire had gone out, and it was a little chilly. You backed up until your back was flush against him and smiled about to fall back asleep when you noticed a stiffness right up against your ass.

You swallowed and glanced back to him; he was just starting to wake up. You grabbed his hand and held it to your chest, so you kept him close and placed kisses to his knuckles.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." You hum with a smile on your lips. He mumbles something like a good morning before smiling into your hair. But when he shifts to pull you closer, he feels it. The hardness between his legs and he knows you feel it too. He wants to run and hide again, but you're holding his arm.

"Muriel." You whisper, turning your head to look back at him with a smile. The blush on his cheeks is distinguished, but it just makes him look even better. "Remember how I said I would take care of you? I want to know if I can." Your eyes searched his face before turning to face him.

"Y/N, I don't- you don't- we- uh." He studdered out, unsure how to tell you he wants it, but you don't have too.

You put your finger to his lips, a soft smile on yours before interlocking your fingers together. "If you want to give it a shot, squeeze my hand. We can stop at any time you don't want to. All you will have to do is pull your hand from mine, and I will stop. No words needed. I just wish to take care of you." You smile and look at him through half-lidded eyes. Just feeling how hard he was made your stomach twist and turn in all the right ways.

He swallowed, and you watched how his Adam's apple bobbed before he squeezed your hand, closing his eyes tightly. You bring his hand to your lips and give a soft kiss. "Okay. I'll start slow." You whisper before leaning in and kissing him. He knows this part by heart now. Your lips' melting into each other, your tongue darting out to meet his own. It was like a dance, and he knew all the steps.

However, when your other hand pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs, the blush on his cheeks worsened. But you just set your hand on his chest, keeping up with the kiss. Your teeth softly biting his bottom lip, and he let out a slight groan. You felt it in your core, and your free hand slowly slides down his chest heading south. His muscles tightened under your touch, but he did nothing to try and stop you.

Once your fingers brushed against the edge of his pants, he moaned into your mouth, unable to contain it. Breaking the kiss and covering his face with his arm. You keep your hand still for a moment. "You want me to keep going?" You leaned down and placed soft kisses against the scars on his chest; the only response was a squeeze to the hand that held yours.

You leaned up and kissed his arm softly, "Okay." You nodded to yourself before gently placing your hand over the hard bludge in his pants; he stiffened under you instantly, every muscle going taunt. "Just try to relax. I promise it's okay." You hum affectionately to him softly rubbing at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a moan.

You clenched your thighs a moment on him before forcing yourself to relax. Oh boy, this was going to be hard, not just to tear his clothes off. You slowly picked up the pace, fingers wrapped around the outline of his cock as much as possible while you rubbed him. Soft moans filled the air, and his hips weakly thrust up into your hand.

Just stay calm, don't get too excited too fast. You knew you had to take care of him, and this was going to determine how soon this could be done again. Just keep your cool. "I'm going to take your pants off now. Is that okay?" You whisper, your hand slowly loosening the ties that held them together.

"Pl-please…" he barely whispered, and you almost didn't hear it, but it made you smile.

"I need my hand back for a second. But as soon as I get them off, you can have it again." His fingers slowly release your hand as you work on getting his pants undone. Both his hands now covering his face as his breathing quicken. Once they are untyed, you slowly slide them off his hips, he lifts his hips to help too.

You don't take them all the way off just in case, but push them past where you are sitting on his thighs. "Muriel." You whisper, slowly moving his hands from his face. You swear his cheeks were as red as Julian's hair. You bit your lip not to let out a giggle before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. "You're doing amazing. Let me just make you feel good, okay?"

He stares up at you wanting to look away but can't, his hand goes to the back of your neck and pulls you down against his body, locking his lips with yours. You moan softly into his mouth when you feel his cock pressed against the front of your pants, which causes him to thrust his hips up into you slightly.

The kiss is messy like you are devouring each other's soul each time your lips meet. You place your elbows beside his head to hold you up as you rub your hips slowly against his cock, a moan erupting from both of you breaking the kiss.

"I'm sorry. I just.." you start trying to explain what you were doing. His hands found your waist and whimpered softly, thrusting up against you to create some friction.

"Y-you ah! Let me k-know if you're not okay. Okay?" You gasp out before locking eyes with him as he nods. You place your hands on his chest, pushing your self up before rubbing your most sensitive clothed area over his cock, throwing your head back with a moan. His eyes never left your body, his hands following the movement of your hips.

Maybe he was just desperate, or perhaps he knew you'd take care of him, or just needed this, needed you as severely as you did. You weren't sure, but you had a feeling slow wouldn't be the pace for long.

You slide your hand between the two of you and wrapped your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking in time with grinding your hips on him. His moans got a little louder, his hand gripping the furs tightly. It only made you speed up your hand as you slide your hips back to his thighs as you let your thumb slide over his tip, which was continually leaking pre-cum now.

"Muriel.." You whisper leaning down to place sweet kisses against his stomach, his hips thrust up into your hand without warning as another moan slipped from his lips. You looked up at him, making sure there was no discomfort in his face before you leaned down and slowly licked over his head as his eyes met yours before his head fell back against the pillow.

"O-OH! f-fu-fuck." He whispers under his breath before gripping tighter onto the furs on the bed. You smile at his reaction before slowly taking his head into your mouth, your tongue lazily swirling over it as you hand pumped at his length. His body started to tremble as his hip's thrusts became more random, making you moan against his cock.

He fucking lost it at that, the vibrations, your tongue, your hand. He couldn't take it anymore before his back arched slightly, his hand moving to your shoulder to brace himself and push you away as he let out a loud moan of your name. "Y-Y/N! A-Ah!" And spent himself onto your hand and his stomach, his hips lazily thrusting through his orgasm before his body went limp under you.

You smile before chuckling and removing your hand, slowly licking his cum off your fingers, "You know I wouldn't of minded if you finished in my mouth." You hum looking over him. His blush running from the tips of ears down his chest, getting lost somewhere in his chest hair.

You see his face cringe for a moment before turning to the side and rest against the pillow panting. "Th- that's uh- gro-" He spoke before you chuckled again, causing him to peek at you as you run your tongue over his stomach collecting everything he spilled out.

"Says who?" You hum once you're done with the biggest smile on your face. He just stares at you before swallowing hard, realizing he has no idea how to return the favor.

You crawl up and lay beside him, running your fingers through his sweaty hair with a bright smile on your lips. His hand grabbed yours out of his hair, bringing your knuckles to his lips, giving each a soft kiss.

"S-Show me how to do... that to you." He whispers before cupping your cheek with his other hand.

" you don't ha-"

"No, I want to," He quickly cut you off before glancing away and looking back to you. "please." His voice was soft, and it pulled at your heartstrings in the right way.

"Only if you are comfortable with that." You whisper before placing a soft kiss to his lips. He nodded way to eagerly before slowly pushing you to lay back on the bed.

"I want to make you feel good too." He whispered before he hid his face in your neck, covering it with soft kisses and soft bites. You let out a soft moan before smiling and reaching down to remove your pants and underwear.

You take his hand in yours, closing your eyes as you trace his fingertips over your body, templing under his touch. He was pure magic, and if he knew it would be the end of you. You open your eyes when he pulls his head back to watch your hand guiding him. You let out a soft chuckle as you slide his hand down between your legs nervously. This surely was something you've never done before.

"Basically. you just touch here," You whisper, leading his finger to your clit as you let out a moan under his calloused fingertip. "Or you insert here..." You bit your lip as you trace his finger through your wetness to your entrance lining him up. But before you could push his finger in, he pushes softly and pops the tip of his finger into you.

"Like this?" His eyes wide as he looks up at you to make sure he's doing the right thing. You nod, biting your lip harder before closing your eyes.

"Just like that, deeper, different speeds. Whatever you want." You whisper almost breathless. Your thighs still slightly shaking you have waited for this so long...

Muriel watches your face closely as he pushes his finger in little by little until he's at his knuckle, forcing a moan out of your throat. He is utterly starstruck by the way you sound, the look of your eyebrows knitted together, the way you feel around his finger. Oh, it was sending more heat between his legs.

He slowly pulled the finger out and pushed it back in, curling it slightly to hit a soft spot inside you. "Mu- Muriel!" You cry out softly, a hand reaching to grip onto his shoulder and his heart pounds in his chests. He NEEDS to hear that sound again. He slowly gets the hang of it, pumping it in and out of you while curling against that sensitive spot just to hear you moan out his name.

But soon enough, you feel his hardened cock on your leg again and tilt his chin to look up at you. "D- do you want to go further?" You whisper in between another moan as he doesn't stop moving his finger. Muriel blushes softly before looking away from you back down to where his finger was seated entirely inside you.

"If you would like.." He lets out a soft sigh and pumps his finger one more time before removing it from you. The smell of you was intoxicating; he was curious if you tasted just as good. Without thinking, he sucked your juices off his finger, your eyes go wide, watching him before holding your hand to your heart.

"You're killing me, Muriel." You tease softly before hooking your legs around his waist and using all your weight to flip him over on his back with a grin. You go to remove your shirt, his hands finding the end sitting up to help you he smiles softly. His hands tracing over your body slowly: committing every dip, every stretch mark, every dimple, freckle, scar, or what you would call an imperfection to memory. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

"I'm going to do all the work, you just relax and enjoy okay?" You whisper before placing one hand on his shoulder as you rise to your knees. The other moving to sink into your wetness using it to coat his cock before lining up to your entrance. "You ready?" You whisper before he nods, his hands holding onto your hips to help you hold your weight up. You smile at him as you slowly sink down onto his cock, letting out a soft moan.

His face instantly buries into your neck, groaning loudly, his hips thrusting up the best they could in this position. It was everything he ever thought this would feel like and so much more. His lips parted, and his breathing was already rough as you lifted your self to ride his cock slowly. His hands are gripping your hips tightly.

"Y-Y/N," He whispered breathlessly like a prayer, "Oo- oh Gods.." It was nothing more than mumbles into your skin, but it set your soul ablaze. Grinding your hips against his, throwing your head back moaning as his lips found your neck planting wet sloppy kisses. Anything to tell you he loves you since his voice failed him right now.

You two moved in perfect rhythm neither fast nor slow, just enough to feel as if you were merging into each other—hearts beating as one together as you lifted and retook his cock.

"O-ooh! Mur- F-fuck Muriel!" You pant softly, only letting out a loud moan when his thumb slipped between the two of you and found your clit, rubbing sloppy circles over it. Feeling his cock twitch inside you with each movement, feeling so full from everything about him.

"Y/N I-i n-not go-onna... Oh, F-f-fuck Yo-your so-so tig- Ahh!" He moaned out, barely able to make actual sentences anymore. His hips snapped up into yours, causing you to bounce on him faster, hips grinding down against his hips and thumb every time you sank down. Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him close to you as you groaned out his name.

"C-Cum for me Muriel.." You whisper bounced harder with each snap of his hips, moaning out so the whole forest could hear your pleas. He sucked on your neck softly before gripping onto your sides, hips thrusting rigidly before his body shuddered under yours. He was causing your walls to clench around him. His cock twitched as he pushed as hard as he could into you, moaning out your name as he spilled everything inside of you. You followed a moment later body trembling as your legs gave out, clinging to him tightly. Moan out his name like he was all you would ever need.

You two didn't move for quite some time, the small hut filled with the irregular breathing from you both. Your bodies slick with sweat and other liquids, but you didn't mind. You let out a soft chuckle running fingers through his hair again, keeping him against you.

Only when you felt soft drops hitting your shoulder did you pull back to see tears covering his cheeks. Oh no... You cupped his cheeks, kissing away his tears. "What's wrong Muriel?" You coo at him, stroking his cheeks gently. Praying this wasn't a mistake, and he didn't regret it. But the smile he showed you made you feel so warm inside.

"I- I never. I didn't." He paused, trying to figure out what he wanted to say, you sat waiting while stroking his cheeks still. "You want me. I- I never thought I- I could have this. Let alone you. Y/N, do you even know how much I love you. How long I've loved you?" His smile and eyes tell you everything. He must have felt this way before you died before everything was crazy. Before everything went terrible and yet you still found your way back to him. To his arm, his love, you now knew this feeling you felt when you around him.

It was home; finally, you had returned to your home.

"Oh Muriel, I love you too, so much." Tears welled in your eyes as you both held each other crying. He was definitely worth the wait, and you would wait a million lifetimes for him if it took that.

"I'll always love you, Y/N."

"And I'll always find my way back to you, Muriel."

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voidaus · 4 years ago

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Slow Dancing In The Dark

Part 4 of the Grocery Shop series

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of

Word count: 1347

Here goes nothing.

You walk up to the apartments and look for his address. It's not that hard to find, seeing as the place isn't that big. Although you were kinda hoping it would take you a little longer, so you can calm your nerves, you're glad because you finally get to see him again. Standing in front of the door, you adjust your shirt. It is pretty warm out, which isn't weird, considering where you are, but that spikes your heart rate even more.

A soft knocking rings through Corpse's ears. He probably wouldn't have heard it if he wouldn't be waiting for it. He wipes his palms on his trousers before opening the door. For the first time in a month, he sees you again, and a blush creeps onto his face.

You're wearing a casual white T-shirt and some shorts, all very simple, but it fits you amazingly in his eyes.

You two look at each other for a few seconds, a smile on your face. Corpse then takes the initiative and wraps you in a hug. You hold each other tightly. With your head on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat fast. "Hi." One of you spoke up after a while. You are both too tired to realize who said it.

You finally let go and look him in the eyes. Well, the one eye that wasn't covered by his mask. The hazel-brown color gives off a happy vibe as it twinkles. "It's good to see you again." That deep voice you have grown used to speaks up. You smile, "Yeah. I've missed you." Both of you are so sleep-deprived at the moment and no one seems to bother filtering their words.

Corpse opens the door a little wider, allowing you to walk inside. You give him a quick smile and take off your shoes. "You want something to drink?" he asks. "Sure! Just water please."

Corpse had already walked ahead, to what you assume is the kitchen. The clinking of glass sounds as you wander in his direction. The dark-haired man turns around and gives you your glass.

It's a little awkward at first, considering this is the second time you guys meet, but shortly after you get a little looser and more comfortable with each other. You are now lying on his couch with hot chocolate in your hands. Corpse is sitting in front of you with his guitar in his hands. After you found out he owns one, you had practically begged him to play something.

So here you are now, wrapped in a blanket, a hot drink, and Corpse playing some songs. He had already played stuff like All of me, and A-team, to which you happily sang along. You are in the middle of listening to him play Say you won't let go when the music suddenly stops. Immediately zoning back in you look at him, confused. "Hold on, let me just-" He cuts himself off as he grabs his phone from the table.

"Whatcha doing, bub?" You ask, still a bit sad he's not playing anymore. His style was amazing to listen to, you loved it. He puts his phone back down and just looks you straight in the eyes again, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Corpseeee?" You ask, stretching out the e. "Yeeeeesss?" He asks pulling the same trick on you. "What did you do?"

"I Uhmm... I ordered fries and chicken nuggets from MacDonalds..." He answers, sounding like a child that did something wrong. "Are you kidding me?" He's about to apologize to you when you beat him to talking "I fucking love you, dude!"

Relief washes over him. He sighs and slumps back into his chair, but not before hitting your arm "I thought you were mad at me! Don't ever look at me that way again!" You start laughing and soon enough Corpse joins in.

"Did I ever tell you, I love your laugh?" You ask him, now serious again. "I'm pretty sure you did. Like a million times."

"well, I do. It's so nice to listen to!" You rest your head on your hand and look at him in amazement. "It's like, you have your voice, and it sounds all deep and cool and intimidating, and then your laugh is so adorable and cute!" Not noticing that you're rambling, you keep talking about him for a while. Corpse just sits there and listens to your voice. He almost falls asleep, seeing as it's almost 5 AM when the doorbell rings. "CHICKEN NUGGETS!!" you suddenly scream, scaring him awake. "Dear God, Y/N WHY?" You laugh it off as he goes to the door.

**Small time skip brought to you by The Gongoozler (You wouldn't get it)**

“Listen, we have to move on. The past is in the past Y/N. What we have now is everything!” Corpse said, trying to keep a serious face.

“Apologise for eating my chicken nuggets you little shit!” You dryly said. This only made him burst into laughter for the hundredth time this night.

“Oh, god, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!" He said in a horrible ancient accent, which only became worse due to his laughter. A small smile crept onto your face. That quickly turned into you two both laughing your asses off for at least 10 minutes. "Co- Corpse, I can't bre- breath" You attempted to tell him in between wheezing.

After a while, your laughter died down again. Now you were lying on the couch, your head in his lap. He's tracing figures on your arm. It's already 7 in the morning and both of you had quite the night. It tired you out extremely making you fall asleep a few times before quickly waking up again.

"Y/N?" Corpse spoke up in a gentle manner. "Yeah, bubs?" You shift your head so that you're looking up to him. "Could I- No wait, nevermind, it's dumb."

You sit up and hug his torso. "Hey! Don't say that. I bet it's not, and even if it is, I won't laugh bubba." You pout. "Do you promise not to laugh?" he was greeted with a finger in his face. "Pinky promise!" He stuck out his pinky and wraps it around yours. 'It's amazing how much bigger his hand is!' You think to yourself.

Corpse shifts a bit and you sit back on the couch again. He looks like he's fighting with himself before his eye meets yours. You give him a reassuring smile and Corpse nods. He then reaches for his face. You're confused until you realize he's reaching for his mask. And you were right. Corpse slowly pulls it off and immediately looks down at his lap. You stare at him in awe before gently grabbing his chin and bringing it up with your hand. You could now see both of his eyes. The hazel color springing out by his simple eyeliner. His black hair looks even curlier now. "Corpse..."

His head drops again. "No, no no! That's not what I meant!" you quickly add. Suddenly he feels two warm hands on the sides of his face. His eyes meet yours again and then drop to your warm smile. "Corpse, you are so gorgeous! You are so handsome and incredibly beautiful, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise!"

A bright smile appears on his face. He wraps you in a hug again, tacking you on the couch. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers in your ear. "I love you too, Corpse."

He gets up after a while and holds out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" you take his hand and stand up too. "Gladly. "

He clicks something on his phone and your favorite song starts playing. You smile and grab his shoulder. You waltz away while Joji plays in the background.

The sun is almost fully up, and birds are chirping outside. And here you are, dancing in his arms. Safe and secure. This is all you could ever ask for.\

The End

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losille2000 · 3 years ago

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The Swan, Chapter 6

TITLE: The Swan CHAPTER NUMBER: 6/? AUTHOR: Losille2000 WHICH Tom/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom GENRE: Romance/Drama FIC SUMMARY: Sequel to The Ugly Duckling. Astrid embarks on a two-week trip to London to serve as her sister’s maid of honor, hoping against all hope she might miraculously run into her Hawaiian mystery man. When her sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law drag her to a production of Hamlet to meet the groom’s best man, Astrid gets the shock of her life. The situation, though, is anything but perfect. RATING: M (sex, language) WARNINGS: None in this chapter. AUTHORS NOTES: So... what can I say? It's been a while. If you want the whole story, you can look through my blog or message me. I'm happy to answer. That said, it's been a good three years since I did any serious writing. My writing muscles need to build back up to what they were before. Please be kind... and let me know what you think. :D

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ALSO ON AO3!

Chapter 6 - Flying the Coop

Regret.

Astrid regretted ever stomping up those stairs to Tom’s bedroom. She regretted challenging him to make a move. She regretted letting him have his way with her. In the moment, it seemed right. Maybe if they slept together again, they’d find an incompatibility, especially now that the air of tropical mystery had dissipated and left in its place two broken flesh-and-blood people.

How wrong could she have been?

Now it was amplified, deeper, hotter, engulfing.

Only two weeks for whatever this fire was to fizzle?

It wasn’t, as the Brits say, bloody likely.

And here she was, smack dab in the position she didn’t want to be in; no matter how tangentially her current association with her mother, the family business, and Hollywood was, being connected to Tom in this way presented too many problems to even consider at this point. And fucking him—

“Astrid, are you even listening to me?”

Astrid jumped from the intrusion, letting out a slight squeak. She blinked hard and turned in her spot to look at her sister, who stood in the middle of the furnished but unoccupied flat. “Sorry?”

“Are you okay?” Tilde asked. “You’ve been spacey after the dress shop— and I’m just worried.”

“You don’t need to worry.”

“Let me worry,” she begged. “Let me be the big sister I never got to be.”

Astrid laughed ruefully. If only she could actually talk with Tilde about Tom. She wouldn’t understand, or at the very least, it could pose some very difficult situations in the coming days with the wedding right around the corner. But, Astrid guessed, Tilde meant the other elephant in the room... Astrid being the elephant, and their mother being a Class A narcissist. Because there was absolutely no way Tilde would know about what had happened at Tom’s home...

“It’s too late for that, Tilde,” Astrid said. “You know I love you. I just— there’s no changing her.”

Tilde grumbled and glided over to the couch in the living room. She dropped down on top of the cushions, barely displacing the pillow stuffing with her slight ballet-formed frame. “I should have never allowed her to do all this. I should have done it on my own, it’s not like Jim and I are so hard up. But I thought...”

Astrid held up a hand to stop her sister and sat on the couch more gingerly than Tilde, measuredly, so as not to displace any stuffing in the overstuffed couch, either. Something her mother had taught her, after all: If you’re not going to put in effort to look like a lady, you can at least act like one.

God, even that memory still hurt, down to the marrow in her bones.

“But you did.” Astrid shrugged and laid her head on the back of the couch. There, she sighed.

The sisters sat in silence for some time, listening to Duchess rooting around the flat for something to chew on. When the pug found nothing, she eventually jumped up onto the couch and snuggled into Tilde’s lap.

Astrid cleared her throat. “It’s not all Mom, either. I’m just tired from jet lag and getting everything together for the house party.”

And sleeping with the Best Man. She was pretty sure she’d read a romance novel or a hundred about this situation once. Did that make her a cliché?

“Oh, I meant to ask,” Tilde interjected. “How did that go? Tom was a total tool last night and I was worried about today.”

Astrid licked her lips subconsciously; she could still taste the sugar left by a bite of tiramisu Tom had given to her on a fork. If she concentrated hard enough, she was sure she could still taste the salt of his skin mixed in with it. She could certainly feel the tight muscle in her thigh that pulled every time she shifted, from the way he’d bent it and held it firmly in place as he’d had his way with her.

Frankly, it was a miracle they’d accomplished anything after they ended up in bed. But, she supposed, that was the weirdest part about the whole afternoon. They got out of bed, dressed without speaking and just... worked on what they needed to for the party. There was no discussion. No arguing. Tom stayed a respectable distance from her; she wasn’t sure if she had really wanted him to do it again, over and over, until they were both exhausted. They ate lunch quietly, they got everything organized and packed into his Land Rover, then Tilde showed up and they bade farewell, like it was something they did every day.

Nothing more was said about Hawaii, or a relationship, or lies, or having this end in two weeks. He seemed to be ignoring the topics all together, likely in the misguided belief that if he didn’t bring it up, then everything was fine. She ignored them because discussing WHY she refused to become a true part of his life was too painful.

Astrid pursed her lips and closed her eyes again. Isn’t that what she told him she wanted, though? To feel worshipped and then go about their lives, like nothing happened? Ignore all the elephants and enjoy the sex. No emotion, only sex. He was just following her demands, his need too great to put the brakes on their interlude in his bed.

The problem was that she did want more with him. She wanted emotion and relationships and rainbows and butterflies. When she had thought of him as some wealthy businessman she might once again bump into while visiting London, this had been possible. She had, after all, imagined a reality over the last eighteen months that included falling in love with him and living a life together.

But he wasn’t a businessman. He was an actor. He ran in circles she just couldn’t stomach anymore.

“It was fine. We finished everything and packed it all into his Land Rover for the drive up to Cliveden,” Astrid finally said. “The costume deliveries will be there when we arrive.”

“This really has gotten out of control,” Tilde said. “Part of me just wants to run to the register office and get it over with.”

Astrid shook her head violently. “You do that, and I’ll flip the fuck out. I put too much work into this.”

Tilde laughed. “Scared you, huh?”

“I’m serious, Tilde,” Astrid said, lightly smacking her sister’s thigh. Duchess popped her head up, and thinking it was an invitation for her, came over to her aunt. Astrid cuddled the dog close to her chest, breathing in her freshly bathed fur.

“She likes you,” Tilde said.

Astrid kissed Duchess’ head. “Small children and dogs, apparently.”

Tilde chuckled softly before letting out a long sigh. “I bet she would really like it if her Aunt Astrid were around more.”

“Aunt Astrid is a teacher and never has any time,” she replied directly to Duchess. Duchess reached for the hand that had stopped petting her and touched it with her paw. Her imploring buggy pug eyes asked Aunt Astrid for more.

Tilde huffed, but said nothing more for a long time. Then she cleared her throat. “How do you like the flat, anyway?”

“It’s nice,” Astrid confirmed. In fact, it was nicer than “nice.” This flat looked like one of those staged ads in a real estate magazine with lots of recessed lighting, soft gray colors, top-of-the-line furnishings and a ton of space.

“We’re trying to decide if we’ll sell it or keep it as an investment property,” Tilde replied. “It’s kind of a pain in the ass as a rental property, though.”

Astrid nodded. “You could just give it to Dad’s company to manage.”

Not that doing so was a great option, either.

If Astrid saw her mother irregularly, she saw her father even less. After their separation, he spent time in Las Vegas developing a new casino concept and then, when Astrid graduated from UNLV, moved his business operations permanently back to Sweden. Still, though, the relationship with her father was better than it was with her mother, simply by virtue that he was never around and didn’t have an opportunity to find the weaknesses in her armor like her mother. Tilde rarely spoke about either parent, but Astrid was certain their relationship was similar.

Tilde sat up and turned to look at Astrid seriously. “Or you could move into it.”

“Excuse me?” Astrid said, her heart skipping a few beats, from a sudden surge of anxiety and... something else.

“I’m serious, Astrid,” she said. “We don’t see each other enough and I want to spend time with you and make up for all those years we were apart.”

This wasn’t just some passing fancy. Astrid could see that as plain as day on Tilde’s face. Her sister was determined to convince her to move to London. But for what? She had no support system other than Tilde and James... and her career... well, that was back in Las Vegas.

Not that Las Vegas itself was the most amazing place to live and work.

“I’d never see you anyway,” Astrid argued. “You’re always rehearsing, or preparing to rehearse, or performing. And god knows James is going to be busy doing whatever.”

“Yeah, about that...” Tilde said, trailing off quietly. She picked at the dog hair on her sweater for a few seconds, then slowly looked back at Astrid. “I’m retiring at the end of this season.”

“What?!”

Tilde shrugged. “James and I want a family, and if I wait until it’s a ‘good time,’ it’ll never happen because of our schedules. And really, it’s getting harder and harder to come back from injuries and such. I just... I need a long break from being a performing ballerina. I don’t have the fire I once had, the same will to fight for every goddamn role.”

Astrid simply nodded. This was huge news. Ballet was Tilde’s life. She’d been doing it since she was a little girl, had impeccable skill and training and talent for it. The joke was that Tilde had come out of the womb in pointe shoes.

Which wasn’t that far from the truth, really. As soon as their mother could, she’d gotten Tilde into dance with the best instructors money could buy. Their mother, the failed ballerina, always lived through them. Which explained why she did not like anything about Astrid— Astrid did not have anything that would benefit her.

“Have you told Mom yet?” Astrid asked.

Tilde shook her head. “Of course not! And listen to her prattle on about how I’m a failure and she gave me so much and I’m just a terrible person? No, thank you. I’ll wait until she is permanently back in LA before I tell her.”

Even though Tilde had not yet told anyone else, it somehow eased the tension in Astrid’s shoulders knowing that Tilde would be in their mother’s crosshairs for a change. Typically, that wasn’t the case; their parents always treated Tilde like the perfect golden child. Of course, Tilde had always been one of Astrid’s fiercest allies… when she could. However, since Tilde spent most of her life in London studying at the Royal Ballet from a very early age, support and camaraderie had been scarce. Now, though? Now it felt like she and Tilde could weather the storm together.

Tilde continued, “Yeah. I’m thinking about opening up a dance studio and then after the baby thing happens, if I still have the performing bug in me, then I’ll start guesting. But I’m just so excited to start having babies.”

Stopping the smile from forming on Astrid’s lips was impossible as she registered the excitement on Tilde’s face. Astrid felt the enthusiasm coming from Tilde’s corner of the couch. “I’m excited for you, Tilde.”

And she was. She truly was.

Tilde reached out and grabbed Astrid’s hand. “I’m serious, though, Astrid. We never had a great family growing up, and I see this as an opportunity to right the wrongs of the past and create the family we should have had growing up.”

“I don’t know, Til.”

“James and I have both talked about it a lot and we both agree.”

“Tilde, even if I did move here,” Astrid began, “I don’t know the first thing about teaching in England.”

Tilde nodded. “I know. But James’ parents are retired teachers. I’m sure they’d be willing to help you make heads or tails of it.”

Astrid pursed her lips and turned to stare at the dormant fireplace sitting in front of them. Duchess, who had not moved, made happy dog purr noises as Astrid massaged the tiny velvet triangles of her ears. To be fair to Tilde, Astrid had often thought of moving to London to be nearer to her, but she never thought it would happen or that Tilde would actually need or want her here. The fact that she was wanted made emotion spring to her eyes and prick at them until they watered.

But then, there was the other issue.

The really, super, ginormous issue that came in the shape of a devastatingly handsome British man she met on vacation. If she moved to London, she’d certainly be seeing him more. No clean break at the end of two weeks like she hoped.

“And, you know,” Tilde said, “London’s arts scene is stupendous. We have the hook-up. I thought you could get back into it. You can hardly do that in Las Vegas.”

Astrid snorted. “Tilde, that part of my life is over.”

“Why? You’re amazing. I remember the video you sent of your college production of Othello. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”

While Tilde’s appreciation for her talent warmed Astrid’s heart, it didn’t take away the sting of her mother’s actions. Astrid couldn’t even bring herself to discuss it with Tilde when it first happened, much less in the intervening eight years since the incidents that led to her total disavowal of all things acting related. Her silence on the matter, though, had finally come home to roost. First with Tilde telling Tom she was still an actor, and Tom calling her a liar because she told him she wanted nothing to do with it. And now, with Tilde staring her down imploringly. Tilde wanted answers just as much as Tom did, except for very different reasons.

Astrid could not force her suddenly leaden tongue to move in her mouth. Tilde would just have to live with not knowing the whole story, for now. Finally, she said, “If I move to London, I’m not going to be acting.”

“Well, I guess I’ll take that,” Tilde replied. “As long as you’ll still consider moving here to be with me.”

A knock at the front door startled them all, sending Duchess barking and wheezing to the door. The door opened and James popped his head inside. “Knock knock.”

“Come in!” Tilde sang back to him, jumped from her seat, and nearly leaped over the back of the couch to get to him like he was a cold glass of lemonade on a hot day. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him squarely. For a brief, possibly irrational, moment, Astrid was jealous of her sister and the relationship she had built with James.

Which wasn’t a great feeling to have if the plan was to spend more time with them. How could she uproot her entire life— leave her students and friends— and move halfway across the globe just to be consumed by the green-eyed monster?

“Babe,” Tilde said, “tell Astrid she needs to move to London.”

James laughed and turned to look at Astrid. “Astrid… you need to move to London.”

“Thank you!” Tilde pecked his cheek and pirouetted in place until she was facing away from him. She started walking back toward the bedroom. “Let me go get my purse and we can get going.”

When Tilde was gone, and the flat was mostly silent except for more of Duchess’ puggy wheezing as she calmed, James’ smile dropped into a stony seriousness. He stepped over to her and quietly murmured, “We would love to have you here, Astrid. But I understand if you don’t want to come. The decision has to be yours, and if you decide not to move, I will handle Tilde.”

Astrid was grateful for James’ level-headedness in the situation. In the short time she’d known the man, she found that he was a gifted reader of rooms. That was why he was so good with Tilde— a steady anchor in a turbulent sea. Clearly, he understood the anxiety twisting her stomach into knots.

She set a grateful hand on his arm and squeezed appreciatively. “Thanks, James.”

“And don’t let my association with Tom cloud your judgement,” James said.

Astrid withdrew her hand like he’d burned it. Her eyes snapped up to his, then focused outward on the rest of his features and body language. She didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Tom must have told James, despite that she asked him not to.

Unless Tom had told James last night…

“How do you...” She trailed off, turning her gaze and trying to hide her blush.

“He’s my best man for a reason. We tell each other everything,” James replied. “I had hoped that your work today would allow you some time to figure things out before more of this wedding commenced and caused a problem.”

Astrid gulped. “Does Tilde know?”

James shook his head silently.

“Good,” Astrid replied. Good for two reasons, really. The first, because it confirmed for her that the invitation to come to London wasn’t Tilde playing matchmaker. The second, because she still didn’t want anybody to know about it. “Wait… how much did he tell you?”

James stared back at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a slight curl at the corner of his mouth. “That would be breaking the Code.”

Her face now completely aflame, Astrid bent down and grabbed Duchess into her arms. She couldn’t even look at the man anymore without feeling embarrassed. Hopefully, it would pass quickly.

“Bad news!” Tilde called from the hallway as she came back into the room. Her thumbs moved rapidly over the screen of her iPhone. “Mother decided we needed an all hands on deck dinner tonight.”

Astrid groaned. “In addition to or replacing the one tomorrow night at Cliveden?”

“In addition to,” Tilde said. “Tom can’t make it tonight because he has the cast party, and Dad isn’t even in England yet, so that’ll be the official one. Tonight is probably just more nitpicking.”

“Do we have to?” Astrid whined.

Tilde sighed heavily and dropped her phone into her purse with agitation. “Strength in numbers, dear sister.”

Her sister's proclamation made the summons to dinner no better, but Astrid and James dutifully followed Tilde out of the flat and out to the car. The only saving grace was that Tom wouldn't be there. Astrid could focus on one problem, not two.

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