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wonwoonlight · 3 years ago

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my daisy / chapter 1 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there's implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 3k~

➝ A/N: ok AAAAAAAAA im actually very nervous for this bc this is my first ever series and i finally had the guts to post it bc im done writing all of it, i just gotta edit some stuff. that said, im sorry if i cut the chapters weirdly and etc lol thank you for being interested in my daisy!! Also tbh i decided to post it today to match the 1st anniversary since i started writing svt haha. your feedbacks will always be appreciated <3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.

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Seokmin laughs out loud at your story, and you honestly still wish the ground would swallow you whole so you’d never see the light of days again.

“You managed to get a one-night stand with a guy who has the money to get a suite room in Triple W Hotel drunk, and you ditch him the moment you wake up?” he recaps in disbelief. “You should’ve at least left your number just in case he wants to keep in touch.”

You glare at him, making the guy cower if only a little. “What, so I could be his booty call when he’s horny?”

Jihoon chokes on his drink, not used to you talking about your sex life in broad day light. You turn to him apologetically as you gently pat his back, whispering a ‘sorry’.

It’s a little past 1PM now, roughly 4 hours since you leave Mingyu, whoever that guy is, in the suite room and quickly make your way back to your apartment. Not long after you’ve washed up, Soonyoung has called out of nowhere, saying it’s been a while since everyone gets together to have lunch and it’s time to celebrate you finally quitting your job.

“Was the sex good at least?” Soonyoung chirps as he innocently slurps his cola, which earns him a slap on the back of his head from Jihoon. Seokmin hands him a napkin even though he doesn’t bother to hide his laugh.

“It’s nothing,” you try to calm yourself. It’s been hours since you’ve stepped out of the hotel and you’re still freaking out. “It’s nothing.”

It’s still fresh in your mind how some of the staffs greeted you politely when you hurriedly made your way to the elevator. You close your eyes at the memory; gosh, he must be the boss or something if they feel the need to do that to you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jihoon tries to comfort you. “You did say you both were drunk, right? He probably understood why you left.”

Soonyoung nods in agreement as he bites into his fries. “True that. Plus, it’s not like you’ll meet him ever again. You just went to that club because of Jisoo, not because you’re a regular there. So you should have no business meeting him the second time as long as you don’t go to that club again.”

“Oh, you made sense for once,” Jihoon says with a mock impression.

“Well, but I do agree with Seokmin,” he grins widely through your glare. “What? He’s probably some bigshot dude and you missed that chance. We could’ve slipped into that life, you know?”

“Don’t Seokmin has some bigshot friends too? You go ask them out,” You shake your head at him and Soonyoung just grins shamelessly at your words.

You look at your phone to check the time, standing up from your seat as you notice it’s time for you to leave. “Gotta go first. Promised to visit Jennie. You both don’t make trouble for Jihoon.”

Seokmin and Soonyoung send you a playful salute while Jihoon just waves his hand, telling you to be careful on your way.

"Say hi to Jennie from us! We gotta see that cousin of yours one of these days," someone mutters, but you're already too deep in your thought to reply.

Soonyoung’s right. You just need to avoid that club and all should be fine. This Mingyu guy, whose touch you can still feel ghosting across your skin, would eventually be forgotten, and you’ll happily live your life as it was before because he’s exactly that: a one-night stand.

”Hi Jen,” you hug her as you arrive in her place. Jennie’s a few months away from her due date now, her stomach rounding because of the baby inside her. “How are you and the baby doing?”

Jennie smiles and her hand automatically goes to where her baby’s at, caressing it softly. “Good. We’re both good. You?”

“Well, I told you a few days ago,” you sigh as you make yourself comfortable on her sofa. “I finally quit my job. Been good to rest for a few days at last.”

You consider telling Jennie about what happened the night before, but decide against it because you don’t feel like reliving the embarrassing walk of shame just yet. Instead, you stand up again to rummage her fridge.

“Have you started looking for new jobs?” she asks. There’s more than genuine curiosity in her voice and it makes you wonder if she’s up to something. Jennie’s always been a close cousin to you, only three years older than you are. She takes care of you like an older sister and you trust her with your life; but it’s not everyday that Jennie calls you to visit out of nowhere.

When you sit down and lean back again, Jennie’s eyes are way too focused on you for it to just be curiosity. “Not really. I’m contemplating if I want to try another job or if I should just apply as secretary again.”

Her famous gummy smile makes an appearance and you kind of see where this is going. “Great, how about working as my substitute when I take my maternity leave?”

“Can you do that?” you blink at her, confused and amused. “Is your boss okay with your way of looking for a substitute?”

“He trusts me,” she shrugs. “I’ve been working there for almost 6 years now and he knows I wouldn’t accept just anyone for my substitute.”

Jennie’s boss must be pretty good then, you conclude. Your cousin is the very definition of perfectionist, the perfect secretary if you’re looking for someone who never misses to make sure everything goes well and nothing is ever askew. On another note, if Jennie’s been working there for 6 years with close to no complaints (at least to you), it means the company is probably somewhere between great and amazing.

You know Jennie makes quite a lot, and even though there are times when she’s slightly overworked, Jennie herself says it’s rarely because her boss asks her to stay. The more fitting scenario is: she and her boss are both perfectionists, which leads to them being the ideal pair for working overtime. Plus, the money she makes from working overtime definitely makes up for it.

“And he’s okay with that?” you smile in amusement. “I mean, this person is going to be his secretary. Shouldn’t it be up to him to decide?”

“He can’t do anything without me,” she rolls her eyes playfully, but there's a fond smile nevertheless. “Plus, I don’t have the time to train someone properly and I know you’re competent.”

You ponder for a while; it is a really good chance, obviously. Jennie works at SVT Inc., which was only established less than a decade ago. Naturally, this means Jennie joined when the company was still making its way up the business ladder. From year to year, the company has been famous for its tremendous and continuous growth and it’s now one of the most sought-after companies despite only having two branches: the main one in Seoul, and the other one in Jeju.

You’ve heard from Jennie that the Jeju branch has only been open for 2 years, the old CEO saw an opportunity and wanted to retreat there and move to a less busy city while his son, Jennie’s boss, took over the Seoul branch. You still remember the way things turned too hectic for Jennie for a while because she suddenly becomes the CEO’s secretary.

“It’ll be a great experience, you know? And it’s just for a few months. 6 at most,” Jennie tries to convince you. “And maybe if my boss likes you, he’ll either extend your contract or offer you another position. I know one of the directors need an extra secretary. Or you might be his PA.”

“When do I start if I say yes?” you decide to taste the water, though you know this sentence only encourages Jennie more and, if anything, she knows you’re pretty much convinced by now.

“Next Monday? Or the Monday after that if you still want to enjoy your unemployment,” she grins hopefully, knowing full well you can’t say no to the tone she’s using. Isn’t she supposed to be the older sister here? “You won’t work alone. There’s another secretary and he will help you adapt once I’m off.”

Next Monday is three days away, you count. You kind of want to rest more, but you actually enjoy working if not for the way your old company was overworking you with minimum salary. There’s just something unsettling about being at home and not doing anything.

“And when will you be off?”

“After training you for a month,” she smiles sheepishly. “I know a month is short. But I’ll be on standby in case you need help, plus I know you’re more than capable.”

“What if your boss doesn’t like me?”

“He will,” she says firmly. “He also has agreed when I say I have someone in mind for my temporary replacement. I’ve told him I don’t want to train anyone else and he can try training the new secretary himself if he refuses my choice.”

It’s kind of amusing to hear Jennie speak about her boss like this, but you know she’s only able to do so because she’s worked hard to get into that position. On top of that, she has probably proven more than enough time that her judgement is rarely invalid.

“You really care for your boss, don’t you?” you suddenly say, catching her off guard.

Jennie’s silent for a while, but there’s a smile in her face as something passes through her mind. “Yeah, I do. I mean, even as a person. He’s a good friend, you know? He’s definitely a friend when he’s not my boss; we got a lot closer three years ago because he went through…something and I had to cover for a lot of his schedules.”

You don’t push further. There’s probably a good reason why Jennie words it that way and it’s probably something that you don’t have to worry about just yet.

But now that she mentions it, you remember that exact period of time where Jennie called you crying because her boss was not answering any of her calls and she had to take care of everything by herself. The only reason it’s clear in your mind is because that was one of the rare times Jennie ever complained about her job. A week later, though, she suddenly said she felt bad for her boss and worked overtime almost everyday for a month without complain.

“Okay then,” you finally say.

“Really?!” she sits up, her eyes sparkling with excitement and gratitude.

“I’ll see you in three days,” you shrug nonchalantly and Jennie moves to sit beside you to drop a wet kiss on your cheek as her thank you.

It should be a great opportunity, right?

The SVT Inc. building stands a little short compared to the buildings beside it, but it’s something that you actually like. There are probably 6 floors, judging roughly from the height, which is great because it means you can go up by the stairs on the rare days you feel like exercising.

You prefer buildings like this than towering offices that go almost as high as hotels, to be honest. There’s just something about smaller offices that brings you in, makes working together a little bearable.

“Hello,” you greet the receptionist as you introduce yourself. “I’m here to train under Kim Jennie…?”

The receptionist mirrors your smile, handing you a temporary access Jennie has requested for you as she tells you to go to the 5th floor where the CEO’s floor is at. You thank her before making your way to the elevator. Thankfully, the building is easy enough to navigate through and you only need to ask one more time the moment you get to the designated floor to find Jennie.

“Hello?” You call to someone, your eyes drop to the name tag he’s wearing: Seungkwan, it reads. “I’m, uh, here to see Kim Jennie?”

Seungkwan looks at you in recognition, immediately outstretching his hand to you as he tries your name. “I’m Seungkwan. You’re going to be her substitute while she takes her maternity leave, right?”

“Yes,” you smile awkwardly, this Seungkwan guy sure seems friendly when it’s your first time meeting him. Kind of reminds you of Soonyoung and Seokmin. “Are you the other secretary?”

Seungkwan nods as he signals you to follow him. “Yup, I hope we can work well together.”

You let out a sigh of relief inside, glad that this guy seems nice enough and looks like someone pleasant to be around with.

“Oh?” Jennie turns to you and Seungkwan, having only returned from the pantry. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve arrived!”

“And make the pregnant woman come and get me?” you ask her pointedly, though there’s a giddy smile on your face. You’re probably more excited about working with your cousin (even only for a month) than you let on. “I don’t want my niece to come early.”

Jennie laughs, her hand waves at you so you’ll come closer. “Who says I’ll come and get you? And who says my baby’s a niece? I will just ask Seungkwan to go down for me.”

You look at Jennie’s desk, almost twice longer than the desk you used to have in your old office. It’s neat and there’s a computer for her to use; everything’s in place like you expected Kim Jennie’s space to be. Seungkwan’s desk isn’t that far off hers, it's a little messy but not all over the place. You figure the only reason it looks messy is because you’ve just seen Jennie’s.

“You’ll sit with me for the time being, help me with things as you learn how it goes around here,” she explains, telling you to put your bag on the chair next to hers. “I’ll let you handle some stuffs too, just to remind you you’re not here as my assistant.”

You chuckle a little at that but nod nevertheless. “Is the CEO still not in?”

“Nope,” she shakes her head as she pulls up some documents you need to read first. “He comes late every Monday and Wednesday; usually sometime after 9. You’ve got to call him once it’s 9.30 and he’s still not in the office unless he doesn’t have meetings and urgent documents, okay?”

Taking out a small notebook from your bag, you write down important stuffs you’d need to remember while Jennie continues to tell you everything you need to know first before anything else.

“Do I need to make coffees every morning or something?”

“Only when he asks for it. He usually has drinks ready by himself when he comes in though.”

You’re about to ask about other stuffs when Seungkwan stands in front of your desk, announcing that you should introduce yourself to the people in the department and he’d come with you for that.

Jennie nods encouragingly at you as you reluctantly stand up. It’s a must, yet you’re always nervous when meeting new people. Plus, you know sooner or later there’s going to be talks going around because you got in through Jennie.

You shake the thoughts away, there’s no need to think about worst case scenarios when it’s literally your first day and you might not even need to talk to some of them at all.

Seungkwan brings you around the floor, introducing you to everyone and you're thankful most of them seems nice enough at first glance. Some of them though, you can tell already, are going to be problems, but you wish the CEO is always busy so you’d have no business dealing with these people unless you really need to.

After he’s done, you thank Seungkwan for accompanying you before you excuse yourself to the restroom. Seungkwan just nods as he jokingly tells you not to get lost.

Truthfully, you don’t really need to go to the restroom, but your heart always beats too fast after meeting a group of new people, and it doesn’t help that you’ve somewhat become the center of their attentions because you’re the new girl.

You exhale another breath, going out of the stall when you think you’ve calmed down enough and wash your hands just for the sake of it.

When you return to your desk, Jennie stands up instead.

“Mr. Kim is in, let’s go to his office,” she says, her professional tone never wavering.

You nod, fixing the nonexistent wrinkle on your blouse. Jennie looks at you encouragingly as she knocks on the door. Her hand reaches out to squeeze yours, the least comfort she can give you because she knows you’re always nervous in new environment, before opening the door to the office without waiting for her boss’s reply.

“Sir?” Jennie calls to the tall figure in the room, busy rummaging through his shelf first thing in the morning.

Your eyes immediately go to Mr. Kim. He’s obviously taller than average, you easily register. Even from behind, you can tell this is a man who carries himself well, an aura of authority hugs him even though it’s not one that scares you. This man hasn’t even done anything and you already know he’s one to be respected.

You wonder what is it about him that feels familiar to you.

Your eyes wander to his broad back, cheeks abruptly heating as it clicks why; he reminds you of that Mingyu guy. It’s probably his wide shoulders and seemingly muscled but lean body, along with the black hair even though it’s styled neatly in contrast to the man whose hair was tousled from sleep and, well, probably your doing the night before.

You shake your head at the memory, making Jennie look at you in concern. This is definitely not the time to think about that guy.

Mr. Kim hasn’t turned around, simply hums as he flips through a file.

“Sir, here’s the substitute secretary I told you about,” she tells him, and you’re about to introduce yourself and bow to him when Mr. Kim turns around and shows his face, freezing you in place.

Fuck.

How on earth did you forget Jennie’s boss is named Kim Mingyu?

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance, Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Sing To Me AU

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azucanela · 5 years ago

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Dating korra would include

BEING KORRA’S S/O[GENDER NEUTRAL]

BEING ZUKO’S S/O | BEING SOKKA’S S/O

SUMMARY: life with korra from confession to marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: no major spoilers

A/N: SOMEONE WITH T A S T E, i hope you don’t mind but i kinda just did the same thing i did for my zuko headcannons so feel free to scroll straight to the during the relationship bit if you just want dating korra h/c :D

also i have 300 followers now what, i literally had 200 like yesterday hi everyone <3 um i really need to start pulling out all the stops

GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

she’s a simp.

that’s it. thats the headcannon. she has literally liked you since she met you and has said nothing, but you probably know since she’s so damn OBVIOUS ABOUT IT

korra is very in tuned with her emotions so when she realizes she likes you she’s pretty okay with it, a little more flustered during your interactions, but after a while her goal is to make you feel how she feel which is flustered.

she has no shame though, she knows she is hot and she wants you to know she thinks you are hot

lots of flirting on her end, so naturally you kinda begin to think she is joking and think nothing of it

this was not her intent, and now that you are desensitized to her flirting and not reacting flustered like you did when she first started she is frustrated™

you were not understanding that she very much likes you

stupid

she hasn’t said anything outright to you about it though, which is the main reason you are like lol this is a joke, my crush fake flirts with me i am okay

spoiler alert: you are not okay with this it hurts ow

so now shes getting ridiculously affectionate with you, which, tbh, she always was, but not its RIDICULOUS, korra is out here throwing an arm around your shoulder, randomly grabbing your hand, kissing your cheek

shes trying really hard to get her point across like really really hard

like painfully hard

if she likes you its probably because your fun, like you really spice up her life and introduce her to new things and go on really dumb adventures and really important missions with her and you put up with her and wow now korra is simping oops

you’re also probably forcing her to stay healthy, since i honestly think that despite having such an appetite, korra will forget to eat and take care of herself sometimes.

she is so bad at drinking water i swear to goD

there are two situations here

situation one is where korra finally realizes that you CANNOT READ SIGNALS AT ALL and decides she going to be upfront with you about her feelings

she’s either going to just flat out kiss you next time she sees you or spill all her emotions, of both in no particular order

you’re like reading in your room in the air temple, just vibing, and you see her coming towards you with a determined look on her face and you’re like ??? lol okay

you go back to reading only to have her hand reach under you jaw and she brings you into a kiss and now you’re like LOL OKAY

you honestly think that this is just another one of her stunts to get you flustered and means nothing

stoopid

and then she pulls apart and just starts spilling her feelings and you’re like :O omg me too

and she’s like, “great, we’re dating now.” and suddenly she’s kissing you again, and between kisses you’re like, “im sorry what?”

“you heard me. do you have a problem with that?”

you just kiss her again

situation two is where you get sick of her and realize woah she may or may not be in love with you and so you confront her, and now there is a lot of yelling because you are frustrated™ and like screw you korra

you honestly think she is either madly in love with you and just doing this as a joke, and you genuinely think the latter is more like so you lowkey start crying and korra immediately begins to panic

she’s like, “why would i ever joke about that! i’ve literally been trying to get that through your thick skull this whole time!”

this time you kiss her first and korra is throwing a party in her head but she also feels really bad for making you cry oops

DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

okay so korra happens to be very much a simp

and you happen to be very much the mom friend™ it doesn’t matter if you are a boy girl or none of the above, that is your trademark my friend

she’s very affectionate and now that the two of you are dating she is at a whole new level.

important meeting? you are in her lap she does not care. war meeting? she is cuddling you as you explain the plans of attack and DAMN DO YOU LOOK GOOD DOING it

since being the avatar is MUCH more a political position now though, she does try to keep your relationship slightly on the down low, even before you were dating, you both had reporters constantly asking about your relationship and she doesn’t really like that

they are nosy and she does not approve. korra understands wanting to know about her avatar duties, but anything outside of that in regards to her personal life annoys her

loves kissing you, and when she does it tends to be intense and passionate. after a particularly tough day though, her kisses can either be slow and sensual because she just wants to have a nice soft and domestic day with you

they can be harsh and almost brutish, she will get rough with you because she is highkey pissed at everything that day and making out you with is her stress reliever

really likes cuddling and anything domestic in general. she’s really happy with you, and she kinda has all the love languages

she seeks validation when the press is particularly harsh since being the avatar is HARD and as much as she wants to, she cannot please anyone, so please tell her she is doing amazing

so many acts of service up in here, she will randomly do stuff for you, spontaneity is kinda her vibe ya know

very vocal and expressive about her feelings, communication is key with her

arguments aren’t a rarity tbh, but when they do happen they tend to be more of debates over little things like what’s better, pineapple pizza or no?

major fights tend to end poorly since she can be a little stubborn when it comes to such things, but she will admit she was wrong and apologize IF she was wrong

if she wasn’t wrong but the argument got out of hand, she’ll apologize for that but will affirm her correctness

kiss her scars, she has them, and she is proud of them but

support her at her pro bending matches and she will DIE, so happy, literally sososososososo happy, hugs you, loves you, yes

treats you as an equal no matter what, even if people think that as the avatar she should see herself as something more than

very protective of you.

like if someone flirts with you, she is clingy x10. if someone hits on you despite your protests, she HITS them. if someone threatens to hurt you, she promises to end them.

MARRIAGE N STUFF

WELP

she’s gonna realize she wants to propose when she almost loses you, or in the middle of a battle. when the reality of potentially losing you hits her she is gonna realize she wants to live out the rest of her life by your side, protecting you

situation one is where she literally, in the MIDDLE OF BATTLE, without a ring, just proposes. you are being a baddie, bending if you are a bender, fighting the opposing enemy, looking MIGHTY FINE while doing it

“marry me.”

you falter, nearly getting hit as your head whips over to her and you’re like, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

and she throws a giant rock at the opposition, temporarily indisposing them, “yes?? why wouldn’t i be.”

Someone comes up behind you and you elbow them in the face and ram your foot into their knee, knocking them down, “RIGHT NOW?”

she throws a whip of water in your direction and you dodge it, allowing her to take out the enemy behind you, and you throw a whole dagger at her to do the same. “that was close.” she narrows her eyes at you bc you lowkey look like you wanna kill her rn as you two hide behind a barricade for cover and an explosion washes over it, “you could’ve killed me.”

“you just about gave me a heart attack when you PROPOSED two minutes ago, need i remind you.”

korra raised a brow at you, “is that a no...?”

“do you even have a ring?”

korra gives you a look that gives you the answer and you groan, “i cannot believe you.”

“you really should’ve expected this.”

“i know.”

“i get to pick the ring then?”

“you’re probably going to plan the whole wedding.”

“alright.”

theres a boom from beyond the barricade you two have hidden behind as korra looks to you, “alright?”

“i’ll marry you.” you elaborate, giving her a bright smile.

situation two is more depressing lol

you have been SHOT oops, don’t die pls because korra CANNOT handle it after everything that has happened to her, so if you die she’s done

she’s kinda just sitting at your bed side and it hits her that you could die basically any day now, and she would have so many regrets

she wished she kissed you more, told you she loved you more, held you longer, spent more mornings with you and your bedhead, she wished she learnt to cook so that she could surprise you with a meal when you get home from a long day of work, she wishes she did a lot of things

she wishes you two were married.

korra is now having an existential crisis, and everyone is telling her that she has to go home, get some rest, you’ll wake up eventually, you’ll get better, but you don’t wanna wake up to korra being a mess

she knew they were right, you always scolded her for not taking care of herself, so she decided to follow some of their wishes

Korra cannot bring herself to go home, there are so many reminders of you that it hurts, and she kinda just decides she’ll stay in a hotel and wash up and such.

besides, you are her home.

after leaving the hotel, she ends up going the jeweler and buying the ring she believes screams you

when korra returns to the hospital, she contemplated proposing right then and there, before realizing that you’d probably yell at her for choosing such a ridiculous time and you already had a lot on your plate

once the two of you return home and you are in the midst of recovery, she did learn to cook, so you wouldn’t feel the need to do so, and given your situation she fears you’ll injure yourself further in the process.

you two are eating dinner and you’re babbling on about something you’d read, and she suddenly decides to get up and walk over to you, leaving you like ???

then she gets down on one knee and you are like :O

she’s like, “marry me.”

naturally, you start crying and nodding because wow this is such an intimate moment and just happiness

kissinggggg after that

the wedding is, under NO CIRCUMSTANCE public, the most private and intimate wedding ever. korra hates reporters after her life as the avatar, she doesnt want strangers at her wedding.

any and everyone she has ever fought beside is there though, its wholesome and nice

definitely cries when she sees you at the altar

her vows are MASTERFUL AND TEARJERKING

its a pretty basic wedding though, unless you prefer something over the top, the food is nice a mix of both your cultures and favorite things and there’s beautiful lighting

definitely done on air temple island, and tbh tenzin would probably walk you down the aisle because i said so

married life with her is even better, she lives for he domesticity of it all, especially lazy sunday mornings with the light filtering in and you just looking all pretty and having a lil fun

iykyk

honeymoon in the spirit word lads

bolin is your number one supporter

life with korra is a 10/10 i do recommend it

A/N: im kinda in love with korra lol this requests made me happy

#korra x reader #korra x you #korra x y/n #x reader #legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra x you #lok #lok x reader #lok x you #korra #korra headcannons #korra x reader headcannon

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shorkbrian · 5 years ago

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Dizzy

Prelude - I had such a hard time coming up with a scenario. I maybe might be stuck in a mud pile here and it’s sucking away any sort of brian I had and taking my writing ability with it. please excuse all errors my dear readers. I don’t really proofread, i just write and then post cause monkey brian wants it done now hurr durr. ANYWAYS Kiri here finally decides to make a move on the pretty pal that is now in their college friend group. reader is obvs not into it, but as long as reader doesn’t outright say no, he thinks it’s okay and that they’re just shy and sensitive. (Which btw yikes yikes yikes don’t do anything without consent. Even touching. Consent is required irl periodt)

Prompt - No prompt this time, just thinking about the sweet anon that asked for a S/O with a sensitive body.

Pairing - Kirishima Eijirou x reader

Warnings - Pretty nsfw themes throughout.

Music - https://youtu.be/gBRi6aZJGj4

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Hands pulled you flush against a large, muscular body, spinning you so that your back was against the wall. You felt disoriented, trying to make rational sense of the sights, sounds, and sensations assaulting your body. Kirishima was palming roughly at your chest with one hand, his other inching towards the space between your legs. Hot kisses were pressing into your neck, feeling your skin move as you tried to twist away from the groping hands, unbidden tears creeping up into your eyes.

“Kirishima-! Pl-plea—se-”

Kirishima pressed his forehead against your collarbone, breathing heavily. “ ‘m sorry I can’t go slower....... it’ll be okay though, yeah? Just lemme - lemme make you feel good.”

It sounded like he was begging, his lips once again returning to mouth wetly at your neck. You wiggled against the body keeping you trapped against the wall, but it was useless; Kirishima was so much bigger and stronger than you were - he was easily able to keep you pinned.

You didn’t even think the redhead liked you that way. Your roommate Mina had introduced you to her friend group, and they immediately accepted you as one of their own (except for the hothead Bakugou, who seemed to hate everything. The other told you to ignore his jabs and insults). You all seemed to run in different circles, but you quickly became comfortable with everyone and absolutely loved them all. You enjoyed hanging out with the group, going to see movies and getting together for ice cream or video game marathons. Whenever you settled down in Denki’s apartment for said marathons (he had the best set-up), you opted to sit on the floor instead of of squished together on the couch with the others. Kirishima would always shout over the whooping and yelling of Sero and Mina that you should come sit next to him; he always saved you a seat in these situations, but you knew your boundaries.

There was no indication that Kirishima had feelings for you. Sure, the man liked to pay for your food when you all went out, but he did that for everyone. He would try to sling his arm over your shoulder as the group walked around the lake in the park, but he didn’t seem miffed when you always shrugged him off; Bakugou didn’t like being touched either. Sometimes Kirishima would show up at your college dorm, claiming that the campus coffeeshop had accidentally made him an extra coffee and it just happened to be your favorite, but that didn’t mean he liked you! He would often run errands for Mina, showing up in your shared dorm at odd times to drop off food or clothes or whatever Mina had him buy. He was just a kind, considerate dude, who loved his friends! (You pointedly chose not to remember all the awkward times he had shown up in yours and Mina’s dorm to drop something off and you had been barely clothed, or just getting out of the shower. You figured neither you nor Kirishima wanted to think about those times. ((You were wrong))).

It was well known that Kirishima wasn’t amazing in school - his strength was more physical, the man competing as a scholarship athlete in wrestling. You had been to one of his matches and it was almost scary at how strong and /ferocious/ you had seen Kirishima get as he grappled with his opponent. Kirishima was amazing at what he did, and you couldn’t believe the redhead hadn’t told you how good he actually was. Mina said Kiri had always been like that - determined and quiet about his goals and the things he knew he could succeed in. He was humble, unlike Bakugou who bragged and puffed out his chest at every opportunity.

Had you been surprised when Kirishima had called you in a panic, babbling something about Bakugou refusing to help him study and Kiri didn’t understand what the book was talking about and could you /please/ come over and help because you were the smartest person he knew? Not really. Were you surprised to find that he had a house off-campus, where he lived with his parents? Yes, Kirishima didn’t really ever talk about where he lived. It wasn’t far, but Kiri insisted on coming to pick you up. The ride there was pleasant, the two of you chatting and laughing about how Sero had singlehandedly shut down the chem building because Denki had convinced him to make something (you weren’t sure what) and there had been a small explosion.

He was fun to tutor. He just needed a bit more explanation than the teachers provided, and you were more than happy to help. After studying for an hour and a half, Kirishima thumped his head down on the table and groaned, claiming he needed a break. You had agreed, and Kirishima had gotten up and led you to the kitchen, where you pulled out two sodas and sat down at the island. The two of you had begun talking, and somehow it had strayed into each other’s love lives. Kirishima seemed very interested in yours, brushing aside every question you had for him and focusing on you. It had come out that you had never really kissed anyone, even though you were a sophomore in college.

“Aww, poor little baby, never been kissed.” Kiri had teased. ‘Y’know, I wouldn’t mind teaching you. I’m really good with my mouth.”

His wink threw you off and you had blushed, stammering out a weak, respectful refusal.

“C’mon, you’ve gone all your life without having a hot makeup ‘sesh! With someone as hot as you, that’s practically a crime.”

Kirishima had slid closer to you, lowering his voice as he leaned in close.

“I won’t hurt you, you can trust me (Y/N). I know how to treat a girl right. It’ll feel good, Y’know? Mmhm, I can teach you some other things too, if you like.”

You didn’t like where he was going with that.

“I uh, think I need to go home now? Mina’s probably worried and I need to wake up early tomor-“

Kiri rose as you did, quickly stepping forward to crowd you against the kitchen island as he gave a short huffing laugh.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ve been kind enough to tutor me, now let me return the favor.”

He had surged forward then, mouth meeting yours. You had squeaked in surprise, eyes going wide as strong hands came to rest on your hips. Everything felt weird, this was happening too fast. Kirishima didn’t even like you? You pushed against his chest as hard as you could, struggling to separate the two of you.

“Kiri, we shouldn’t- I don’t think-“

“Don’t think then. It’ll be fine, okay?”

That had all lead up to now, where he had you against the wall, kissing your neck and groping your chest. You felt dizzy, there were too many sensations and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. His other hand gently pressed towards your crotch, your hand flying down to block him entrance in between your legs.

“Kirishima… You- yo- your parents!”

You gasped quietly. Maybe the man would come to his senses and let you go. Or maybe you could scream for Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima and they would come rescue you. You hoped Kiri would just let you go; having to call for his parents would be humiliating. Would they even believe you? Would Kirishima shove himself away before they could come around the corner?

“What? Oh, they’re on vacation…. You could stay for the next couple of days. Yeah, I think it’d be nice if you stayed for a little bit. I can show you so much, make you feel so good!”

Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t scream. You felt too overwhelmed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t focus on hardly anything, let alone trying to scream your lungs out. The world felt fuzzy.

Kirishima easily batted your hand aside to dip his own in between your legs. He began rubbing at your crotch, slowly, sensually. His other hand came up to pull down the collar of your shirt so he could mouth at your collarbone, and you panicked.

“KirishIMA, wa-wait!”

Kirishima paused for a second at your cry. You figured you sounded genuinely distressed as he pulled away from you, retracting both of his hands to look at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. Now that his hands weren’t on you, you were able to re-center your thoughts, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Kiri……. I like being friends with you. I-I can’t go this far with you, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. Why were you apologizing? He was the one making you uncomfortable, touching you without asking and not stopping when you asked. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you.

“Why not?”

He pressed close to you again, and you shrank back as far as you could, plastering yourself to the wall. When you looked up at him, his eyes were dark. “I wanna be yours, wanna have a relationship with you. I could be so good for you, treat you so well. Just give me a chance (Y/N)”

You shivered. A relationship with Kirishima wouldn’t be horrible. He was nice, kind, funny. But you didn’t want to get physical.

“I….. I’m too sensitive…..”

Kiri froze. “What does that mean?”

“I, well……… Uh I don’t know how to explain really-“

Kiri crowded you further, pressing his chest against yours and craning his neck down to glare into your eyes.

“No, tell me what that means. Help me understand.”

You were too scared to refuse.

“Theres…..I’ve never been kissed before because my body is just too-too sensitive. Whenever people touch me I feel all tingly and it’s too much and I can’t focus and the world just feels blurry and everything feels fuzzy and it’s so much. That’s why I hate hugs, and sitting together with everyone at Denki’s, and when people touch me. I don’t….. I don’t know, it just feels weird and I don’t know how to deal with it I guess…..”

You trailed off, glancing up at Kirishima to find him staring down at you intensely.

Kirishima felt like drooling. He could only imagine what you’d look like when he was inside of you, when he touched you and played with you and licked and sucked at every inch of your skin. You would be so frazzled, crying and whining in overstimulation just from a simple kiss. He wanted to see that, wanted to see you thrashing and whimpering because of him, because of what he would do to you. Kirishima had liked you ever since Mina had introduced you to the group, and had just assumed that you were playing coy, or hard-to-get when you brushed off his casual touches. He was an extremely touchy person after all. But to learn that the reason you refused to let him touch you was because your body was too sensitive? Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

You gasped as Kirishima suddenly grabbed your shirt and pulled, the fabric shredding like paper.

“Kirishima! Wha-“

His mouth devoured yours in a searing kiss; you could feel his sharp teeth occasionally brush against your lips as he hungrily breathed in every protest you tried to utter. Hands smoothed down your shoulders, dropping to grab at your chest roughly before moving down to grab your hips. In a sudden movement, Kirishima had you in the air, holding your waist and moving your legs so they hung loosely around his hips. You broke from his kiss with trouble, gasping for breath as Kirishima began walking.

“Kiri! Wa—it where are we-? Where are we….. going?” You didn’t feel so good. Kirishima had begun kissing along your cheeks, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach as he walked, his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re gonna wanna lay down, I don’t want you to pass out and hit your head when I eat you out.”

He bit down onto your shoulder, making you scream into his neck before you could tell him to put you down.

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you, I can’t believe I get to be your first (Y/N). You already feel so, so good against me baby………….”

Through the confusion, you realized with disgust that you could feel a blunt hardness underneath you, rubbing up against your backside with every step Kirishima took. You wanted to fight, to scream in his ear and bit his nose and punch and kick and swear. You felt so weak. Everything was happening so fast and you couldn’t focus and you were crying and he was touching you and you felt dizzy and-

“I’ll be so gentle, don’t worry….. It’s gonna be okay. I want you to feel just as good as I do, I love you so much (Y/N)……”

You ignored the rest of his babbling, the only thing you were able to focus on was the steady drip of tears as the slid down your face. You watched as they dripped onto Kirishima’s shirt, dampening the fabric.

You felt so sleepy.

You felt so sick.

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this is my entry for the 25 days of chrismuts (@25daysofchrismuts) that @toxiicpop hosted. i'm sure this is a hot mess and theres for sure grammar errors everywhere but hey i tried. pls be gentle. idk what I'm doing but i did it.

Samoa Joe x OFC (elle)

Office AU! elle and joe often fight in the office. everyone knows its just sexual tension and if they just bang it out they'll be fine. its the christmas party and elle has too much to drink and lets slip what she want joe to do to her. he overhears blah blah blah. the good stuff happens :D

warning, smooty smut, unprotected, light choking, some spanks (lbr its joe)

at least 4k? pls tell me if i spelled something wrong or anythings messed up. also endings are hard so i just stopped

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 23

The brewery was built in one of the old textile factories that used to be all around the city, with a large open room and a heated deck outside. It was the perfect place for the annual Christmas party for W.W.E. Publishing, and as always the company owner Mr. McMahon spared no expense. A band had been set up along one of the walls playing a mixture of Christmas music and pop songs. On the opposite side of the room, a photo booth had been tucked in a corner. The entire building was decked in sparkling lights, little Christmas trees, and strategically placed mistletoe.

Joe sauntered in, dressed in a well-tailored deep green emerald suit, making his way to the bar he heard her laughter over the music and crowd. Searching his colleagues he spotted her; Dressed in a strapless burgundy dress that stopped just short of being indecent. She was walking out of the photo booth with Naomi and Paige, her dark auburn hair cascading down her back, her head tipped back in laughter. His eyes followed them back to the table where Charlotte and Becky sat, their new photos in one hand and drinks in the other.

Joe always appreciated how she looked, despite his teasing. He always found it amusing when he would catch her in the break room climbing the counter just to get her coffee fix.

—

Elle was pulling another late night in the office when she decided to take a break and grab a cup of coffee and a snack. She found herself looking everywhere in the office break room just for the bag of coffee that she just knew was there. Finally finding it all the way on the top shelf, she slipped off her heels and climbed on to the counter.

God I hope no one is still here

There’s a deep chuckle from behind her and she freezes, hand on the bag of coffee.

Oh no.

“Now what are you doing up there princess?” His smooth voice questioned, “You wouldn’t want you to fall now would you?” A shiver went down her spine, she knew if she turned right now he would have a smug look on his face. He knew he had an effect on her, whether it be annoyance or arousal, he liked to push her buttons to find out which.

“Joe, how many times do I have to tell you,” grabbing the coffee she turns around, careful not to slip in her stockings “Don’t call me princess.” He was leaning in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, as his burning gaze slowly followed up and down her stature.

Another shiver runs down her spine.

She doesn’t call him out on it.

She should.

Joe doesn’t respond, just continues to undress her with his eyes. Clutching the bag of coffee she hops down from the counter and puts her heels back on. Walking to the coffee maker Elle hears the ruffle of clothes and she can feel the mans towering presence behind her, his body heat rolling off him, his scent all around her.

“You know Elle,” The way he says her name has her stomach dropping, she wonders how his voice would sound between her thighs. *Excuse me, cut that shit out. Do not think about him like that.* “If you wanted to get my attention, all you had to do was ask. You don’t have to wear such short skirts.”

“You—!” Spinning around she found herself just eye level with his mouth, *To close, to close, to close!* His plump lips still making that stupid smile. “You jerk!” Elle smacks his chest as Joe’s hand comes up and grasps her wrist. His grip is just tight enough to not let her pull away.

“Now princess, it’s not very nice to hit.” Joe rubs his thumb over her pulse point and takes a step closer to her. Essentially pinning her against the counter. “Unless you want to be punished.”

He’s close.

Invading her space.

Her pulse quickens and eyes widen. Warmth spreads right down to her core. The image of her bent over his knee flashes in her mind and she quickly tries not to react to it.

She fails.

Joe definitely notices.

Inhaling, all she can make out is him. His cologne not overbearing but still all around her. She holds her breath, just waiting for whatever comes next.

Joe’s dark eyes have a sparkle to them she’d seen often enough, there’s a want to them. “Hmm—” His tongue runs across his lips and Elle is drawn to them almost compulsorily. They look like they would wreak havoc on her, she wants to let them.

If only a little bit.

Joe gives her a light chuckle, lets go of her wrist and walk out of the break room, she finally lets out the breath she'd been holding. Once he gets to the door, he pauses slightly and throws her a wink over his shoulder.

—

Ordering a beer and walking over to where Jimmy and Jey were talking animatedly to AJ. Joe gives Elle a glance, her face shining brightly as she was talking animatedly to Charlotte.

“What do you mean you haven’t played yet?” Jimmy gasped at AJ, the three were talking about Red Dead Redemption 2, which three of the four men had been playing for the past month, “It’s been out for a while!”

“How could you let this happen, man?” Jey nudged Joe to get his attention, “You’re supposed to keep the old man up to date.”

Joe gave a light chuckle “Oh, you know how it goes,” Not really acknowledging them and taking a sip of his beer “Sometimes things slip by.”

Jey laughed following the man's line of sight “Oh, yeah— I’m sure things just slipped by, seeing how you’re always distracted.”

Joe scuffed at him and rolled his eyes. Finally turning to the group and changing the subject.

—

“Elle, what kind of face are you making?” Charlotte laughs, looking over the pictures of Naomi, Paige, and Elle from the photo booth.

“Oh, you mean this one?” Elle bunches up her nose while crossing her eyes as the girls all burst out in laughter.

They have all gathered around a high table Charlotte, Becky, Paige, Naomi, and Elle Drinking beers and talking about their plans for the next few days.

“I just planned on staying home, eating lots of food and drinking lots of wine, while watching A Christmas Story on repeat,” Elle tells the group. ”I never really make big plans anyway.”

“What about you guys?”

“Elle, why does Joe keep looking over here?” Becky points out. Her eyebrow arched as she nods her head in the direction of the man in question.

Across the room, Elle can see him sitting there nursing a beer casually having a conversation with AJ and the Usos. Every once and while he will look over at her. This time, she was staring back. She’d been caught, he gives a small ever intimidating smile and a wink. She can feel herself react, face flush, she lets out a huff of annoyance and turns back around in her seat.

“I can never get any peace from him. Joe always hassles me.” She sighs, getting up and begins pacing in front of the table, “He’s always tormenting me, making fun of me when I climb on things.” Throwing her hands up in frustration, “I can’t help that I’m short!”

She pauses in her rant and downs the rest of her drink, grabs Charlotte’s and finishes hers as well.

“And—! He always has a comment about my skirts!” Elle ends up flailing her arms in defeat, her face beat red from the alcohol and working herself up, “I can’t do anything without him saying something!”

“He has a comment about her skirts because he wants to get in them”, Naomi says just under her breath.

“What—?”

“Nothing!” Naomi loops her arm through Elle’s and starts walking to the bar, “Let’s get some more drinks!”

—

Later into the evening, Elle and Paige find themselves left at the table as the others go off either dancing or make their way under some mistletoe with their significant other.

Just behind Elle, Paige can see Joe at the other table. She gives him a wink and turns her attention back to the brunette.

Everyone in the office is aware of their sexual tension and there’s an ongoing bet of if they’ll crack before, or after the holiday season. Now, if Paige wants to give her friends a gentle push in the right direction, it is not because she had 50 bucks riding on them. Nope. Not at all.

“Girl, are you ever going to admit you have a thing for him?” Paige pops the question.

“Who?” Elle shifts in her chair to face Paige.

“Joe, of course! You never shut up about him!”

“What?! No—! I don’t talk about him all the time!” Elle tries to protest but knows she’s failing.

Tipsy, feeling good and looking good Elle had all the confidence and none of the filter that sober Elle had.

“He just.. just his face...”

She can feel herself flush, if she wasn’t red already she definitely was now.

“Sometimes I want to punch it,” taking a swig of her beer she sighs in frustration and continues, “And other times I want to sit on it. You know what I mean?”

Paige broke out in laughter, “No— no honey, I don’t know what you mean!”

“Just— have you seen him when the group goes out after work?” Elle closes her eyes “That man looks too good in just a white t-shirt and jeans.” A small smile forms on her face as she pictures him. “Too damn good.”

“And... and just some of the things he’s said to me. It’s not even dirty things!” Elle is to lost in thought, not realizing what she saying, just enjoying the thought of it, “God, his voice, it’s just... just so damn seductive. I want him to tell me all the ways he’s going use me—” Eyes popping open in horror at realizing what she said, “Oh my god, I didn’t just say that!” Dropping her head to her hands in embarrassment, she lets out a defeated sigh.

“Lord honey, you definitely need to get laid!” Paige laughs at her friends’ struggle, reaching out she places a hand on her arm and gives a gentle squeeze. Elle uncovers her face and when she makes eye contact with Paige, the Brit gives her a smile and nods in the direction just behind her.

Turning in her seat, her night changes.

Her eyes go wide and her stomach drops. There’s Joe, just behind her, being as nonchalant as ever at a table with the Usos and Naomi. He seems almost bored. Then he looks up, he makes eye contact with her. And the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk. Like a predator that’s caught its prey.

Whipping around Elle hisses at Paige “Why the hell didn’t you say he was right there?!”

“What?!” Paige feigns confusion, “I have a vested interest in the matter.” Paige gives her a cheeky smile and finishes off the rest of her drink. “And you just kept on talking. I wasn’t going to interrupt.” She pats her arm and gets up to leave, “Now be safe and have fun girly!” Paige gives her a wink and is gone.

Elle is done for.

—

Elle knew he heard the conversation with Paige. There was nothing she could do about it. In a panic, she got up and left the main room. She’s found herself back by the bathroom and another room that could possibly be a cleaning closet or an office.

Taking deep breaths she paces at the end of the hallway.

Oh, this is not good.

“Oh my god-- Oh my god-- Oh my god,” Elle mumbles to herself, stopping in her tracks she rests her head on the wall. Hoping the coolness will help calm her down. It manages to if only a little bit.

“It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Pull yourself together, get your stuff, and go home. Then drink more to forget this happened.” Elle straightens up and collects herself. Turning around she stops. Frozen in her tracks.

Fuck

He’s at the end of the hallway. Just staring at her. Like he wants to devour her. He looks good. He looks damn good. She hadn’t noticed it earlier in the evening, to busy trying to not look at him. She checks him out and sucks in a breath at his heavy gaze when they make eye contact. Warmth travels down her stomach and a feeling settles heavy between her thighs.

Joe starts stalking towards her. One hand in his pocket, he rubs his chin with the other.

“Now, now, now, where do you think you’re going?”

Elle can’t breath— She’s hot— Her heart is pounding— Bad ideas are about to happen.

He’s halfway down the hall. “You can’t just say something like that,”

Five feet

“And then run away.”

Right in front of her

“You shouldn’t make comments like that if you don’t want to suffer the consequences—“ Joe smiles at her, it’s a dangerous smile. There’s a look in his eyes that she can’t describe and she’s not sure she wants to. He takes a step towards her, backing her against the wall.

“Unless—“ Elle sucks in a breath in anticipation. Her body is on fire. He places a hand on the wall just above her head, “You want them.” His other hand gently goes to her waist. There’s a jolt that runs through her body at the contact. It’s not an unpleasant feeling.

“Unless you want to be punished for it. If you want to be put on your knees to suck a cock. Or fucked from behind against a wall. Do you want to be forced to come over and over again?” Elle lets out a small whimper. Yes. Yes, she did want these things. She’s wanted them for a while if she’s being honest with herself.

Leaning in close, his voice just above a whisper, “Would you like me to do those things to you princess?” She could feel his warm breath caress her cheek. The way he says princess has her shuddering where she stands.

He was close, so close, barely touching her.

His hand slid down the wall making her feel more caged in. While his other hand squeezed her hip. She licked her lips and his eyes watched the movement. Undeniable desire now in his eyes.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Y-Yes.”

“Finally.” He growled out, surging forward and capturing her lips. His kiss was rough, but she gave as good as she got. He bit the bottom of her lip and Elle moaned into his mouth. One of Joe's hands cupped the back of her head, gripping her hair forcing her to tilt her head back. He mouthed over her neck sucking and biting, knowing he would leave a mark. She wanted that brand, she wanted to feel possessed by him, to be consumed by him. Elle clawed at the front of his jacket needing him closer, need him all around her.

They separate. Both trying to catch their breath. Joe, eyes closed, rests his forehead against hers. “Princess,” He sounds out of breath, tormented, like he’s restraining himself, “We should go if we want to continue.”She knows there’s no going back from this. She doesn’t want to, she wants him. In every way.

—

The short car ride to Joe’s place is tense. Like at any moment a match could be set ablaze and they both would be swallowed up by the flames.

His hand stayed possessively on her thigh. The warmth from his touch made her feel both safe, and in danger. Elle clenched her thighs and moved slightly in the seat, trying to find some kind of relief or calm. But the entire situation was not calm. Nothing with Joe is ever calm.

As soon as she steps across the threshold she’s picked up and shoved against the door slamming it shut. His lips are on her collarbone making their way up her neck. Elle grabs the back of his head, gripping his hair and moves him to her mouth. He growls into her kiss at her control. His kiss is rough, desperate, and hungry, and she craved more. One of Joe’s hands moves down her thigh, gripping it tight and pulling her in closer. She could feel the swell of his cock against her and she loves it.

His other hand moves between them, sliding under her dress going straight for her lacy panties. "Hmm, I think someone wanted to get some attention tonight.” She lets out a moan as his hand moves her panties to the side and he finds her clit. His thumb moving in a slow methodical movement, while his finger parts her folds, feeling the wetness, teasing her. It's agonizing. She wants more. She wants this torture. As long as he’s the one doing it.

Joe gives her a fierce kiss, moving down her neck licking and sucking wherever he can, leaving light bite marks on the tops of her breast. He gives one of them a squeeze. The path that his lips made burned, it was like a hot trail going down her body and she never wanted it to end. Continuing his way down he lifts up the front of her dress and mouths over her center.

His teeth latch on to her panties and he’s pulling them down her waist. He slides them off her, and he’s back to leaving love marks on her thighs, “These panties, are mine now,” Looking down at him her eyes heavy with lust, “Joe,” She needs him. Now. She doesn’t want to wait any longer, she can’t, “Please.”

“Well since you begged so nicely.”

He devours her. Messy kisses. Tight grips. The flat of his tongue licks up her folds and rolls around her clit. She can feel him hum gently against her, the vibrations sending a jolt through her body. She grabs his head holding him still against her cunt. He slides a finger into her, thrusting in and out of her, it’s the most pleasurable torture she’s had and she needs more. His finger curls inside her, looking for that sweet spot. Joe runs a hand up the back of her thigh giving her ass a hard smack and he rubs a smoothing circle to easy the pain. Elle jumps at it, pushing Joe’s head closer. The sensations coursing through her are setting her ablaze. She can feel that coil tighten and she knows it won’t take much more to push her over the edge.

“Joe- ohh!” Elle’s voice is shaking, it's needy. Her leg slides up of its own accord, Joe throws it over his shoulder, giving him more leverage and her support. He slides in another finger continuing his messed kiss to her heat. mmmh please don’t...don’t stop. Her toes curl in her heels, and she's a mess of moans and pleas of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘more.’ She’s just *so* close.

“Princess?” Joe hums into her, “I want you to cum for me.” A gasp is heard from above him, he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her, thumb rubbing faster against her clit, alternating with his tongue.

“Do that,” Tongue twirling, fingers curving inside her hitting her just right- Oh please, “And I’ll fuck you,” The leg over his shoulder begins to shake, he knows she’s close, “Right here.”

“Elle”

That’s what sends her over the edge. The sound of him saying her name between her legs. The low, raspy, needy way he says it. Her entire body is electric, tremors quake through her, the grasp she has on Joe’s head tightens as does his grasp on her.

He eases her down her high. Kissing and nibbling her thigh, he gives her another love bite and comes up and smashes their lips together. She can taste the tanginess of herself and she likes it. She wasn’t expecting that. He pulls away just enough for her to watch him suck off his fingers, that were just in her, into his mouth. It is the hottest thing she has ever seen.

Elle grabs his suit jacket pulls him so they are nose to nose. Heavy breathing peppered his face. She’s needy and desperate and he loves it.

“Joe.” Her body is a hum of energy again. She’s staring at his plump lips wanting them to continue their assault on her body, “Fuck me.”

He happily obliges.

Grabbing her legs, he brings them up to wrap around his hips. A hand roams up her thigh to squeeze her ass, holding her in place, while the other moves up her, sliding between the valley of her breast up to rest at her neck, he gives it a soft squeeze. There’s a breathy noise that come out of her and she needs more. She wants more of more. Ahh!

His cock is throbbing against her and she grinds her wet pussy on him. She needs him. She wants to feel his hot flesh against her. Joe helps her take off his jacket and lets her claw her way under his dress shirt. Fuck He’s an expanse of muscle and strength and beauty. His tan skin glistens with sweat and she wants to leave marks all down his back. She wants to mark him up just as much as he want to do to her. Elle drags her hands down his torso, loving the way his skin jumps at the sensation, dragging her hands lower she unbuttons his pants and goes to cup him through his boxers. He lets out a strangled moan against her neck and his hand tightens around her throat.

He snaps.

He lets go of her throat and moves her hand out of the way, pulling his cock out he rubs it against her lips, spreading her wetness, and without warning pushes into her. Simultaneously, its everything she new it would be and nothing she's ever had before. The feel of him finally in her, that light burn of him stretching her, the feeling of fullness. Her nails scrape down his back as his hips move in and out of her “Joe- fuck!” He chuckles at her breathiness, a hand moves down between them to her clit and she cries out at the feeling.

“Is this what you wanted princess? Did you want me to ruin you? Did you want you to make you mine?” His words were all around her, they seeped into her, she wanted to be possessed by him. Yes. His hips snapped against her harder, she was getting close again. Her head lulled back against the door and at her exposer of her neck he attacked it. Leaving searing bruises all over, she knew there was going to be a mess of purple marks all over her body the next morning and she couldn't wait to find them all.

She rolls her hips and cries out a mumble of curses when he hits that spot inside her. “FUCK princess.” He grunts out as he rocks against her. The hand thats been holding her up comes to wrap around her throat, squeezing, the feeling of tightness bringing her closer, “You feel perfect around me. Will you cum again for me?” He whispers the question in her ear, out of breath, but so damn possessive.

He begins to fuck her harder against the wall. Building up to push her over. His thumb against her clit moving ever so quickly, building the friction, “I want you to cum again for me.” He bites at her ear, the fire inside her growing, she going to burst, “I want you to cum on my dick,” She close. She's so close she can taste it, she needs something, she needs a push. “And then I’m gonna to fill you up.” At that statement, mixed with the feeling of his hand on her throat just enough to where its hard to breath in, she's done, all the sensations tipping her over the edge. She's shaking around him, her walls fluttering on his cock.

“God-”

“Fu-”

He’s kissing her, hips moving erratically, he's lost control. His grip on her throat still present. The after shock of her orgasm sending him into his own. Hips stuttering, a warmth fills up inside her as he grunts out her name. They stay that way for a moment, both leaning into each other, knowing they need to separate and get cleaned up but not wanting to break away.

Realization of what just happened hits her. She should be concerned. She should be in a panic of oh shit that just happened, but she's not.

She’s not.

At least not yet.

#samoa joe #samoa joe fic #25 days of chrismuts #fic #julia tries writing #this was hard and i was struggling #i know i probably wrote him ooc but like this is also my first long af fic

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Chapter 25: Round 2

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Abuse, violence, blood(writing only theres none visible in the art), (im pretty sure thats all of them but if i missed any pls tell me i just woke up and im impatient); Illustrated

Author’s Note: this one’s not going to be as bad as some future chapters, but like. PLEASE if you have any issues w/ violence/abuse be really careful in these next few chapters. up til now any abuse has been through a filter - karkat heard stuff going on in another room or various characters saw the aftermath or dave was describing an event that had happened. that’s not always going to be the case in this next section. please please be careful

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Well, Dirk had spent plenty of time the past few months mentally going over what he’d done wrong last time he’d fought his father. It was nice of the universe to drop round two into his lap, really. Gave him the chance to test out his theories.

Swallowing down the urge to panic, he focused his thoughts on the situation at hand, unconsciously shifting his weight into a fighting stance.

Check the odds. This’d be a two on one fight; Dave was still inside the house and unarmed, whereas the old man had his sword, and the other guy had an aluminum baseball bat (battered-looking, scratched and a bit dented on one side; either it saw regular use or it had been his weapon of choice for years, either way the guy probably knew how to use the thing). He’d fought the old man before, knew how fucking dangerous he could be; the other guy was an unknown, but compared to Derek, he looked a hell of a lot more nervous about this situation, and the way he balanced his weight was less ‘trained warrior’ and more ‘experienced street brawler’. Not as much of a threat, then, at least.

They were standing outside the backdoor to the house, which was closed, and as far as Dirk was aware, locked; that’d make things at least marginally harder for them to get at Dave, but. The fact that they were in between Dirk and the house was… Not good. He’d need to keep them both preoccupied, somehow, or else find a way to get past them both and into the house. There was the river on one side, and he was a pretty damn good swimmer, but the water was too low to swim in this time of year and would only slow him down if he tried to get back around to the front door that way. To the other side was forest, and he could traverse it quick, but he’d be doing so with his father hard on his heels. Too risky. The best route was to go right through the both of them to the back door, see if it was unlocked after all, or to try and fight long enough that the old man’d be unable to follow him fast enough as he looped around the front.

If he could just get inside, maybe retreat to the top floor or the observatory, somewhere where they’d have the high ground, he and Dave might be able to hold things down until help arrived. Might even be able to beat these two, have ‘em all trussed up nicely for the police. Or maybe Dirk’d get himself killed, trying this crazy, reckless plan. Fuck, it was the best chance he had, it’d have to do. It was either that, or find a way to get Dave outside, grab him, and hightail it into the woods. Derek hadn’t lived here in over a decade, Dirk was sure he’d know the forest better and be able to avoid him until Mom got home.

And that should be enough, right? There was no way it was a coincidence that he made his move while she happened to be gone. He’d gotten her out of the house intentionally, for sure, which meant he considered her enough of a threat that her presence would likely chase him off or at least give him a harder time.

Hell, maybe they wouldn’t even bother with hiding, they might just be able to fucking run.

All of these options required Dirk to first get to Dave, though, and there was really no way of doing that without picking a fight with dear old dad.

He rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen up and sound casual as he spoke. “Took you long enough to turn up,” he said, staring his father down. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about us.”

The old man smoothly hefted up his blade onto his shoulder, his posture casual as hell, as if his own mind wasn’t surely calculating just as quickly as Dirk’s. “Wouldn’t miss this family reunion for the world, kiddo,” he said.

“Jesus, he looks just like you used to,” the other guy said with a nervous grin, flicking his eyes at the old man. “Little thinner, but aside from that, God damn.”

“Sure does,” Derek drawled, taking a step to the left. Dirk, in turn, slid carefully to the right, keeping his distance. He knew this sparring ground like the back of his hand, that’d be another advantage. Granted, it was just flat ground with a bunch of circular wooden posts, but it was something. “It’s just a shame he got his mom’s bleeding heart. He’d’ve been a helluva asset if I’d gotten to him,” the old man continued on, “but, just my luck, I got his useless fuckin’ brother instead.”

The ploy nearly worked. Dirk jerked, ready to lunge forward, before restraining himself and continuing to mentally map out the various routes he could use to get to the house. Swallow down the anger; the old man had used that same trick before, praising Dirk and insulting Dave in the same breath, to goad Dirk into making hasty, stupid mistakes last time. He wasn’t going to fall for it again. Had to keep his cool.

“If you’d taken me, I’d have found a way to kill you myself,” Dirk said. He wasn’t sure he believed it — much as he was loathe to admit it now, there had been a time, long before Dave was taken, when he’d looked up to the man — but that didn’t matter. Keep him talking, keep stalling for time, maybe find a jab that could get the old man to be the one making stupid mistakes. “It’s a shame you didn’t take me, really. I could have spared the world a lot of misery.”

“Hm,” Derek said, a short, sarcastic almost-laugh. “Well, it’s been great talking, kid, but we’re on a tight schedule, here. So I’d advise you either stay out of our way,” he unshouldered the blade, pointing its tip low to the ground, “Or stop beating around the bush and get to the part where you try and prove you’re not all talk.”

Somewhere behind him, what was likely that same crow from earlier took off into the air, its call acting like the starting gunshot at a horse race. Dirk saw his father brace to flashstep forward in the same moment he did, and then there was no room in his mind for the crow, the forest, the river, nothing but the constant calculation of the absolute necessities of this fight. Dust kicked up everywhere as they both sped forward. The impact of the first sword-on-sword contact let off a loud clang, the sound itself seeming to resonate painfully through Dirk’s very bones — Jesus Christ, he was pretty sure the old man hadn’t been swinging nearly this hard last time, had he really just been toying with Dirk back in Houston? — but he kept his grip on his weapon, and took a quick swipe at the bastard’s throat, only to have it easily deflected. He darted backward momentarily, trying to circle around to get at his father’s back, but he’d scarcely taken two steps before the old man was on him again.

The thought crossed through his mind that, for all the old man liked to make himself out to be some ferocious beast of a man, Rose wouldn’t even have let Dirk take one step before being in his face again. Old man must be getting slow with at his ripe old age of thirty-seven if a sixteen year old girl could outpace him, hah.

This was nothing like fighting Rose, though. If fighting Rose was a relentless choreography of balance and speed, fighting the old man was more like mixing the raw ferocity of a pissed-off Kodiak bear with the careful strategy of a chess match and the precision of a brain surgeon, all poured into every half-second of action. There was no room for error, not when every few seconds he could feel the wind off of a barely-dodged strike that would’ve ended the battle in a heartbeat, not when every strike seemed powerful enough to split him in two from head to toe. The man was a goddamned machine.

But Dirk was holding his ground. He could do this. He had a — right, the plan, fuck, he’d been so focused on just surviving, he nearly forgot — he refocused his efforts from fixating so much on the old man himself, no matter how badly he wanted to sink his blade in between the bastard’s shoulder blades, and onto carefully edging closer to the house. It was slow, painful going, every inch closer costing a dozen blocked strikes that promised to make his arms burn later, but — there, he was closer to the house than the old man, now, he could —

He wasn’t expecting the blur of silver in his peripheral vision, opposite where his father stood, and wasn’t able to react in time as the mystery guy struck. Time seemed almost suspended for a moment as Dirk’s thoughts raced, as the bat arced downward, as he tried in vain to react before the blow landed. When the fuck did that guy get over there, he’d been by the house the whole time, hadn’t he, or had he been circling around this whole time while Dirk was distracted?

The bat collided heavily with Dirk’s leg a little below the knee, and he heard more than felt something crack. Dirk swung wildly, just missing as the other man ducked and scrambled backwards, Dirk’s balance was off — fuck, this was bad, he knew adrenaline was all that was keeping him from being on the ground in pain, he wasn’t going to have long to use his leg, he needed to get inside now —

This time, it was his father who surprised him, fist and sword handle colliding hard enough with Dirk’s jaw in a fierce uppercut that his teeth clicked painfully together and he was tipped backwards, directly into one of the wooden posts.

Another sharp pain, on the back of his head, this one lasting only for the briefest moment before everything went out of focus. He was vaguely aware of his body hitting the ground, probably on his side, but it felt like all his senses were being filtered through a filmy camera lens — touch seemed distant, vision blurry, sound was muffled except for a constant, high-pitched ringing; he couldn’t think, couldn’t piece together any understanding of what was happening but the dull pulsing pain now starting to swim through his head and the equally distant roaring of his pulse in his throat.

Something was going on, the old man hadn’t moved. Someone new entered his vision, standing close, facing towards the old man, all Dirk could see were the fuzzy shape and color of a pair of jeans and a red-and-white shoe — Dave…?

Couldn’t move, couldn’t think…

Darkness took him.

“Don’t hurt him,” Dave wheezed. Fuck, he’d been too late, he’d heard the swords clanging and had checked outside, seen fighting, rushed to get his shoes on (because, being real? he knew he wasn’t gonna be coming back. He’d known this would happen eventually — not now, though, fuck, they hadn’t even tried to contact him about this shit, they’d just turned up, what the fuck, Bro), and bolted out the door just in time to watch Dirk go down to a brutal uppercut, smacking his head against a post hard enough for Dave to hear it from a fair distance away. He’d flashstepped in between where Dirk had fallen on his side and where Bro and Ben stood, hoping to maybe convince them to stop there — fuck, there was blood on the post, fuck fuck fuck — “I’m here, I’ll, let’s just go, just, don’t hurt him anymore, please,” Dave begged.

“You’re in no position to be making any kind of fuckin’ requests,” Bro said, his voice low. Fuck, he was really pissed. “He wouldn’t be hurt at all, if you hadn’t been a dumb shit back in June.” Dave flinched. “The hell did you even do? Get caught sneaking out? Or were you fuckin’ babbling to yourself again with someone in earshot? And where the hell is your goddamn sword?”

Dave paused.

He. He didn’t know that Dave had told Dirk about that before it happened, then. He’d assumed that Dave had just fucked up.

Jesus Christ, that was so fucking lucky, holy shit.

“I think the police still have it,” Dave said, ignoring Bro’s disgusted scoff. He probably didn’t know that Dave had gotten arrested trying to help Karkat escape, then, so Karkat probably was actually safe where he was, thank fuck, thank fuck — he could work with this. Bro didn’t let failure off lightly, but he was a hell of a lot less cruel about a fuckup than direct disobedience. And if Dave just went with them now, then that’d be the end of it, it’d probably never come up again, Karkat’d be safe, Dirk — Dirk was groaning softly, so not dead, thank fuck — Dirk’d be okay soon as they could get him to a doctor, everything’d be fine. “Yeah, uh, I fucked that up hard, but. Listen, let’s just go, okay? Get this fuckin’ tour on the road, the groupies are gettin’ restless and I think the manager’s bout to kick us out the —“

“Shut the fuck up,” Derek said, and Dave’s jaw pulled shut involuntarily. “I’m thinkin’, gimme a minute.”

Ben shifted his foot. “Shit, we mighta overdid it,” he said, looking at Dirk. “I definitely hit him harder than I meant to, uh.”

“He’ll be fine. He’s tough,” Bro said. “S’ inconvenient as hell, though. He saw your face, might be a problem…”

“Mm, yeah, but not very close, and with a hit to the head like that, he’s probably not gonna be able to tell the cops much,” said Ben. “And anyway, he won’t remember me to identify me to the cops, I’m sure. He was only a toddler last time he saw me. Wouldn’t know my face is a significant one at all.”

“Still not a risk I wanna take,” Bro drawled. Dave gulped.

“He — it’ll be fine, just don’t hurt him anymore,” he babbled. Bro’s face snapped toward Dave, and every muscle in Dave’s body went rigid.

“Fuck it,” Bro said, with the faintest of sighs. “Take ‘em both.”

“Wh- Derek, come on,” Ben said. Dave felt his blood run cold. Shit, no, that wasn’t what he’d wanted at all. “We don’t have anything set up to deal with Dirk, we’d have to keep him hidden unless he agrees to join us, and it’s gonna be a pain in the ass to explain him to the rest of the guys.”

“He’s not getting anywhere on that leg without help,” said Bro. Dave glanced backwards; both of Dirk’s legs seemed fine to him…? “Keep ‘im down in the cellar with Dave. That way, he can’t give the police your face, the other boys don’t gotta know he’s there until we work out what to tell ‘em, and as a nice bonus, we have a bit of extra incentive to make sure Dave puts some goddamn effort into doing what he’s fucking told.”

“I can do that without taking Dirk hostage!” Dave yelled, and instantly regretted it as Bro’s shadow fell across him. Dave shuffled backwards, his heels bumping against Dirk’s chest.

“If that were the case, we wouldn’t fuckin’ be here,” said Bro. “But you can’t even follow simple instructions without fuckin’ it up, so we had to come up in person and make sure things went right.”

“You —” Dave swallowed hard, “you didn’t give me any instructions this time, I haven’t heard from you in months!”

“Yeah, that’s why this plan’s fuckin’ working. Or it was, but then you somehow still found a way to fuck it up. So now, we’re gettin’ some extra fuckin’ motivation for ya: Behave, and I don’t fuck Dirk up worse. Got it?” Dave nodded. “Now, go help Ben get your damn brother into the car before I change my fuckin’ mind about lettin’ him live.” Bro stalked off toward the river — low enough to wade through, it looked like — and disappeared under the trees.

Ben sighed. “C’mon, Dave,” he said, “You know how it is when he gets like this. Sooner we get your brother to where we’re going, the sooner he can get some proper rest. Guy’s probably got a concussion.”

“I’m sorry,” Dave mumbled, as Ben leaned down to grab Dirk’s shoulders. He gestured for Dave to grab Dirk’s feet. Dave wasn’t even sure anymore who he was saying sorry to, just…shit.

After wading through the river and navigating the trees a pretty good long ways, they loaded Dirk into the back of a beat-up pickup truck with a fuckton of dents and a blue paint job so old and chipped, there looked to be more exposed metal than paint left on the thing. Dave climbed into the back, too, Ben shooting him one more sympathetic look before closing the thing up and presumably climbing into the front. Dave pulled Dirk’s head into his lap immediately. There was definitely blood on the back of Dirk’s head, he didn’t wanna wait to bandage that shit, but they weren’t exactly on steady ground right now, so it’d have to wait until they hit the actual road and Dave could shift Dirk over onto his legs long enough to tear off some fabric from his shirt. Tthe forest floor was so bumpy, it took most of Dave’s concentration to just keep Dirk’s head steady. The guy probably had a concussion, and Dave was kind of freaking out about that, and he didn’t know much about head injuries but was pretty sure that jostling around on the unprotected floor of a truck’s trunk was probably not the best thing for Dirk right now.

Soon as the truck pulled onto more level ground, Dave tried to level his legs out more — fucking uncomfortable as hell when he was trying to stay out of view of the windows at the same time (no one had told him to not get seen, but he really didn’t wanna push his luck) — so he could rearrange positions so that he could try to tear his shirt. Took a ridiculous amount of effort and tearing with his teeth, but eventually he managed to rip off a strip of fabric just long enough to wrap around Dirk’s head twice and get tied into a small knot. It wasn’t much, but it’d have to do.

Time passed like that, Dave just carefully trying to support his brother’s head, praying for some sort of fuckin’ miracle to fix this god-awful situation as the world sped by outside.

God, it felt like Bro was trying to hit every fuckin’ bump on the road with a vengeance. Or maybe Dave was just a little hyper-aware right now. Or maybe being stuck in the covered bed of the truck instead of safely tucked into an actual seat made a big difference.

Dave shifted Dirk’s head a little where it lay on Dave’s stomach. Still unconscious as fuck.

Dirk shouldn’t even be here, none of this should be happening, they hadn’t even tried to tell Dave they were coming — truth be told, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have tried to warn someone sooner this time if he had known, and he felt kind of guilty for that, whatever — but. They were here for him, not Dirk.

There was no point in thinking all this, but his thoughts were racing like a shih tzu on cocaine. He kept replaying what had gone down over and over as he tried to hold his brother’s head steady.

God, he was so fucking lucky that the trolls weren’t here, Bro woulda killed Karkat for sure — but Dirk was hurt, that sucked, and he was caught up in this bullshit now, which sucked worse, and…everything was going to hell, holy shit.

They’d been driving for a good while, probably at least a couple hours. Dirk had almost woken up a couple times, but it’d been a bleary, obviously-not-all-the-way-conscious sort of waking up in which he’d mumble some question and be out cold again before Dave could answer. He was actually really worried that Dirk probably needed, like, a hospital visit.

Dirk probably had his phone with him, he could call the police —

Fuck that. Fuck that idea and set whatever part of Dave’s mind that came up with it on fire, holy shit, no, that would be a great way to get him and his brother both killed. There were a lotta rules Dave’d break when he was sure that Bro wasn’t paying attention, sure, but he’d taken the ‘do not contact people without permission ever’ one to heart, the fucking scars on his cheek and his upper back were enough of a fucking reminder of that. There’s no way Bro wouldn’t just know, somehow, even if Dave did find a way to tell the cops where he was, and he’d react so fucking bad, and just, no. No, absolutely not, no, fuck no. He wasn’t gonna risk popping up into the window to wave at other cars, either, because fuck, what if Bro or Ben looked back and saw him? Nevermind what they’d do to him, Dirk was fucking helpless right now! And Bro’d only promised that Dirk wouldn’t get hurt anymore if Dave behaved, so better to not push things at all for now.

“Please be okay,” he caught himself whispering. He was pretty sure the bleeding had long since stopped — it wasn’t like a massive wound, or anything, just a pretty nasty looking bump and a bit of torn skin — but Dave wasn’t sure how long people were generally unconscious from a hit to the head like the one he’d taken. There was a bruise forming under Dirk’s chin, too, Christ.

At least he wouldnt be alone this time.

…Yeah. He. He really did feel bad that Dirk was caught up in all this, but…fuck, going back to the way things were supposed to be was gonna already feel like plunging into ice water directly after spending ages under Houston’s own Deep Frier of a sun, but at least he’d have one bit of the old life to hang on to.

Fuck, Dirk had a life outside this shit, though, didn’t he? He had his own friends, and college, and whatever weird shit he did down in the basement. This was gonna rip him away from all of that, and Dave was sitting here, feelin’ fucking glad about it? God.

The car pulled to a stop.

Dave heard the front doors swing open, and a moment later, Ben pulled open the back. Dave took a quick look around as he helped Ben get Dirk’s still-out-cold dead weight out of the trunk. They were in a forest, still, but this one looked…older than the one near Mom’s house, the trees taller and the branches woven together so thickly that barely any light pushed through, with the exception of the dirt road leading up to the house, and the house itself. It was a one-story affair, even more beat up than the truck, and the floorboards creaked like crazy as they maneuvered Dirk down into the cellar (there was a dirty mattress lying on the floor, hidden behind some shelving — probably Dave’s new bedroom for as long as they were here. Not even raised off the ground this time, damn, he was in too much trouble to even get some fuckin’ cinderblocks).

“Do you know if there’s a first aid kit here?” was the first thing Dave asked, soon as Dirk was settled on the mattress.

Ben rubbed his head. “Uh, in the bathroom, I think,” he said. “Just across the hall from here.”

“Thanks,” Dave mumbled, and rushed past. He barely got a step out of the cellar before a sword thudded down point-first into the floor in between his feet, quivering with force, a note pinned under its tip.

“Outside. Now. You want the kit? Earn it.”

There was a crude drawing of a first aid kit underneath the words.

Fuck.

Dirk woke slowly to a pounding headache, dizziness, a desperately aching leg, and a dark, completely unfamiliar room. His head still felt fuzzy, but as he clawed his way into consciousness, he managed to piece together enough words to note that he had no idea where he was.

Sitting up took several tries, and he ultimately had to lean against the wall to do so. God, he was tired. God, everything hurt. He felt distantly that he should probably be scared, but that sounded like it’d take so much energy, and he just…

There was the sound of a door creaking open, and someone trying and failing to be quiet on a few very squeaky steps. A fuzzy shape rounded the shelves, resolving itself into Dave, a white box in hand.

“Oh, holy shit you’re awake, thank fuck,” Dave said, dropping down next to Dirk on the mattress.

“Where…?” Dirk started to ask, unable to grasp the rest of the words at first.

“I don’t know,” Dave said. “Think it’s Bro’s new base of operations, some old house out in some shitty forest. I didn’t keep track of where we were going at all. Can you lean forward a little?”

Dirk blinked, then obliged. Dave’s hands, trembling though they were, reached for the knot on a piece of fabric Dirk hadn’t noticed around his head. Dave snapped open the white box, seemed to think for a moment, and then grabbed a small piece of gauze, pressing it to the back of Dirk’s head before rewrapping the other cloth.

“Fuck it,” Dave muttered, “I got no way to restock if this kit runs low, better to save what we got. The fuckin’ shirt bandage’ll do, the bleeding’s mostly done anyway. Uh, okay, Ben said your leg’s broke, so I need a splint, uh…” Dave looked around, and as he did, Dirk noticed a clean tear on the shoulder of Dave’s shirt. It took him another couple seconds to also notice that the rip was surrounded by still-wet blood. The realization was like a shot of pure caffeine. Shit, Dave was hurt, too, shit —

Dave got up, searching around the room (a cellar, Dirk finally realized), and was out of sight when Dirk heard him make a triumphant noise. He returned with a long chunk of wood.

“Dave,” Dirk said, but went ignored. Dave flopped down on the mattress again, and Dirk could see exhaustion in his movements, Jesus, what had happened while he was out?

“You know which leg’s broken?” Dave asked.

“Right,” Dirk said, “Just under the knee. Dave, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s not a bad cut,” Dave said, laying the stick he’d found beside Dirk’s leg. A couple more strips of gauze were used to tie the stick to Dirk’s calf. “Okay, that should do it, I think? Uh, you should probably try to stay awake for a while, ‘least that’s what Ben said, uh.”

Dirk reached for the kit and tugged Dave closer, ignoring his brother’s surprised yelp.

“Your turn,” Dirk muttered, tugging at Dave’s shirt.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dave said. “Uh, fuck, lemme…” He shifted, pulled his arm out of his sleeve to free up his shoulder, and Dirk sucked in a harsh breath. There were a lot of newly forming bruises all along Dave’s side and back. “Don’t…worry about those,” Dave said, “Or the cut, really, it’s nothing, Bro just…he’s fucking pissed at me for being a giant fuckup, what else is new, so he made me fight ‘im for the first aid kit. Turns out: not practicing for five months can make you pretty fuckin’ shitty. Who knew. Uh, on a sort of related note but not really, though, I gotta talk to you about…”

Dave kept rambling. Dirk focused on tending to the wound. The cut wasn’t very deep, but Dirk took great care bandaging it anyway.

(It was nothing compared to the other scars under Dave’s shirt, especially the fucking mess of scar tissue between his shoulder blades, holy shit, holy shit —)

As Dave pulled his shirt on, Dirk managed to piece more of the puzzle together.

“I’m a hostage,” he said. “Fuck.”

“Uh, I mean, yeah, unfortunately,” Dave said. “Dude, did you hear me about the June shit, though? Like, that’s actually important.”

Dirk shook his head. “Shit, no, sorry,” he said. “Head’s still cloudy. Fuck.”

“Okay, basically, uh. It probably won’t come up, but just in case, if they mention the shit that went down back in June, just…the story I went with is that you caught me sneaking out, and I accidentally blurted out that it was my last night, and you all forced the rest out of me,” Dave said. Dirk tilted his head slightly. “Like, they don’t know that I told you on purpose,” Dave went on, checking over his shoulder and lowering his voice. “And I wanna keep it that way, alright? Bro’s a lot fuckin’ nastier when I straight up disobey him, so I try not to get caught doin’ it too much, and right now, by some fuckin’ miracle, he doesn’t know about this instance of it.” He grinned nervously. “I mean, he’s still pissed, but it’s a manageable sorta pissed, you get me?”

“I…” Dirk’s head was spinning again. Fuck. Overload. He was so tired. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll…yeah. I got it.”

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Currently renewing my unhealthy obsession with Harry Styles. Seniors- have a fun year knowing that all the people older than you in school get to sleep in on Mondays If it comes in rose gold, I own it Lol @ seniors who think they're the shit All of my stories start with "well first of all, bitch" I love myself. Thought you ought to know. When your roommate is THE SAME DISNEY PRINCESS AS YOU My mom keeps sending me pictures of her food Still in summer mode Drew some nice pics of myself getting electrocuted in math today I can literally find someone on the Internet in .002 secs with just a first name, but tell me to hand in my assignment online and I'll die LOOK AT THE LITTLE HEART #GreysAnatomy GREYS FOOTBALL AND HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT If you live tweet next weeks Criminal Minds season premiere, I'll report you for emotional abuse I have not lost my voice, my voice just doesn't like me so she moved out. I send my parents paragraphs and hundreds of pictures of school and I am repaid with one word sentences and blurry pictures of my dog. I come home to find that my parents literally did everything they could to conceal everything that has anything to do with me in my room ALSO MY BATHROOM SMELLS LIKE CLEANING FLUID AND I KNOW DAMN WELL IT SMELLED LIKE "sweet peony" WHEN I LEFT Anthony's favorite hobby is absolutely roasting people on the Hudl app MUZZ WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE ANTHONY THAT HE PEED ON THE COUCH On a scale from 1-10 of brokenness, I'm a $34.72. I'm really proud of myself because I finished 1/8 of an essay that's due on Thursday #overachiever Btw, Anthony replied to my hint with pictures of his papa I know it's the law... But could the train maybe not blow the whistle 6 times through a campus of sleep deprived college kids????? Spagetting to know you Julia and I are in bed watching a movie and wondering why it's so loud... ITS 8:00 PM But how the f is it October in like 2 days We're over here acting like its the damn ice age I've been coughing all over everyone and everything and IM A TERRIBLE ROOMMATE IM SO SORRY WTF "5 Crazy" I love you, SVU Women before us fought to have the right to vote - don't take that for granted #VOTE My bed is absolutely COVERED in pillows, blankets, wires, school supplies, clothes and Tide pods etc… This woman started vaping and then another woman told her to stop, and now they are full on screaming at each other. ON THE COMMUTER RAIL. Guys, this clown thing is REAL I'm having a hard enough time sleeping without all these inconsiderately loud people outside my building clown hunting The dangerous part about college is going back to your bed in between classes WORDS LITERALLY CANT DESCRIBE HOW EXCITED I AM FOR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. Belle is my Disney princess and Emma Watson is my all time favorite actress I'm crying Constantly waiting for the 12th of each month so I can have some data You can now get a life sentence for animal abuse. Justice. When your roommates make fun of you for complimenting an absolute FIRE selfie of yourself <<<< SUNDAY SHOPPING SPREE I fcking love candy corn You don't understand... our school and social lives have to fit around the voice and grey's. Sometimes my hand slips and I accidentally share something to my Facebook page We're gonna miss you #ThanksPapi It would be fun to me Harley Quinn for Halloween, but I refuse to be one of "those girls" Never be afraid to be yourself!! Happy National Coming Out Day everyone Julia and I have been watching Netflix in bed for 5 hours. COME BE OUR FRIENDS OMG Tmlt I fcking love Evan Peters and AHS Netflix for dayyyyyyzzzz May god bless you and may your eyebrows be forever on point Dear very high people in the hall, please talk even louder! And continue to walk around in your underwear! Please! I'm DYING. As soon as josh got home he immediately told everyone not to ask any questions about the dance My baby brother is almost 14 and he's like a foot taller than me and his voice is deeper than my dad's My little brother got a 30 yrd touchdown and 40 yrd run Mo and Julia are asleep and I'm just laying here laughing my ass off Literally the worst thing in the world is realizing you have a hole in your leggings Backless dresses are just so incredibly beautiful I love them The girls are asleep and I am laughing like a fcking psycho. What's new? Sorry that I retweet a lot, I just feel like sharing the things I find awesome or funny are worth making your day too I love reconnecting I have heart failure walking to class when I start to hear a longboarder behind me Cookies and Gilmore Girls with my babes It's 11:00 and we're trying to sleep pls enforce quiet hour or I will Julia and I suck at life so we put it on the internet. #relatable "Omg have you seen @JeffreeStar new black highlighter?" "Isn't that just a sharpie?" NO JULIA IT IS NOT A SHARPIE I love late night phone calls with my man Rewatching greys is my fave thing to do Meeting guy friends at college is easy until you bring up your boyfriend I told everyone in my kindergarten class that I was a boy. So, surprise everyone idk what that was about Life update: the heater in our room is making loud, evil noises. This started yesterday and has not stopped. This heater needs medical attention I am honestly concerned for this heater's health. She's clearly leaking or dying or something College is not being able to afford a stapler and the professor refusing to collect unstapled papers. Derek Shepherd has been setting unrealistic expectations since 2005. Feliz Dia de Los Muertes! I'm so excited for Beauty and the Beast I'm actually crying. Real tears. I'm seeing it MINIMUM 10 times in theaters "THIS MEAT IS SO RAW A GOOD VET COULD SAVE IT" Anthony wutttttttt No Makeup November JULIA AND I ARE CRYING (not happy tears) The sun rose this morning and it will rise tomorrow morning My dad has had a variation of the same car since 1995 "You are SO loud" "I just don't care" lol k Anthony Scooby doo I cried twice today, first because I watched the Beauty and the Beast trailer, the second time was when I re-watched the trailer. My dream job is when it's always Friday Also no makeup November is going swimmingly, I may never wear makeup everyday ever again All the bathrooms on my floor are being cleaned and I've been holding my pee for an hour and a half. Can I be someone's creepy older prom date this year? I had some real good coffee this morning and I feel absolutely fantastic, this may be a new me Anthony is snapchatting me live from his room where his roommate is keeping him captive and asking deep questions about life College is being awake at 11pm which is just enough time to squeeze in a few more episodes of greys before 12 COLLEGE IS BEING AWAKE AT 12:30am BUT THERES ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE IN THE SEASON Hobbies include: coughing loudly and rudely when I pass people who are smoking When I'm actively trying to not laugh my ass off at stupid stuff because roommate Just a reminder to be careful and safe this holiday season I want a pretty case because the life proof one is too much but I can't afford a new phone sooo.... TMI: I threw up all over a bathroom stall today. I warned you. My professor shaded me in front of the whole class. I don't have room for embarrassment because I high key gained so much respect. Savagery Hahaha at least my eyebrows are fleeky The weather today is less than ideal. Julia made a tinder and then promptly deleted it when she saw an attractive man. THIS IS WHY. THIS IS WHY. True friends snapchat from across the room If the wifi would stay connected, I wouldn't run out of data every month The temperature was in the single digits today and I honestly don't know how I've ever been able to live like this for so long There is a full on absolutely raging party down the hall from my room. 24 hour quiet hours what College made me addicted to tums Sleep is great, but have you ever watched Netflix? Prof almost made us stay past the two hours like... fuck you thought?? Oh annnnnnd I woke my ass up at 7:00 this morning to get a waffle AND THEY HADNT PUT THE STATION OUT YET Why does my brother constantly ask what we got him for xmas?? Like we're not telling you and if we did your xmas would be ruined Trying to save up...but Sephora I can't even put into words how sad I am about Carrie Fishers passing. Rest In Peace. Someone get me on the slopes Can't stop won't stop crying at the Beauty and the Beast trailer. What did I do to deserve this Every time I lose a snapchat streak, I die a little on the inside I'm such a daddy's girl tbh Setting that 4 am alarm is absolutely killer Hey at least the Cubs won the World Series in 2016 Thought about making a resolution to go to the gym and eat green stuff, but I'm just gonna do me, eat cookies and walk occasionally Tmlt- moral: be happy, and do what makes you happy I really just slept until 5pm Traveling through Hoth in my damn Jetta was fun I should have just skied home from work smh These are the days that I wish my dad's Outback was automatic. Smh I share a bathroom w two teenage boys. There is a pile of underwear in the corner that grows +2 every day.

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