#freezing and then we also had a bit of a storm blowing through for the past couple days off and on

[insanechayne]

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[astranite]

Holding Onto Icicles

John, Gordon and hypothermia. Whump, a bit of hurt/comfort and brothers. (John too is a protective big brother. The fish is rather frozen. They both need hugs. More poetic than this intro makes it sound.) 670 words.

Written from the @Augusnippets prompt day 9: hypothermia/overheating/dehydration (a little early but as the muse goes!). Also written because it's winter and IM COLD TOO. And needed a short thing to write because I feel better when i write and that no my creativity hasn't all been eaten up im just cold, tired and stressing!

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The ocean wasn’t nearly as cold as space— 

John leant over Gordon, checking once again on him, laying his fingertips, even gloved he knew, against his brother’s cool, pale cheek

—but it didn’t have to be. 

John hunched himself up further, to shelter Gordon from the wind with his own body. It bit into him, worming its way in through the neck of his space suit as if it could blow straight through every thermo-controlled layer like a thin cotton t-shirt. His helmet wasn’t recoverable, neither was Gordon’s. They hadn’t been prepared, not properly. Gordon was a limp weight in his lap, head flopped over to rest against John’s chest, over his heart.

Gordon had gone in the water, but he hadn’t. John was shivering too, but Gordon wasn’t.

Thunderbird Two would be here soon, she had to be. No matter how off course the storm and rescue had sent her. He and Gordon needed rescue too. 

They needed their brothers.

“Hang in there, Gordy,” John whispered.

Gordon blinked up at him. “‘S nice to see you…” he slurred.

A clumsy hand wobbled and reached to bump at John’s chin, patting it affectionately. “Wanna hang out with you m-more.”

Gordon hit John’s rather numb nose in the process. John couldn’t care less at this point. It meant his brother was still responsive. 

“We will. I promise. You’ve got first dibs on me, for whatever you want to do.”

When John had dragged Gordon out of the water from the edge, it hadn’t been a guarantee. 

“Yuh...mean it?”

If he was more with it, Gordon would’ve made a joke about being a beached seal or something because he’d been too exhausted to haul himself out of the water. There probably would’ve been sound effects.

His brother’s lips were blue.

Gordon had been silent, curling closer to John with hands that fumbled their grip on his baldric. Orange and yellow, together they were sunset colours.

It was John’s turn to blink but much more quickly than Gordon had. “Of course I do, nothing could possibly stop me.”

Not even the aftermath of water churning with icy slush and a bitter wind. He’d do anything to ensure his brother’s safety in this moment: beg, pray, make a deal with the devil to sell his soul, kill if anyone tried to take away his brother. The universe shouldn’t even bother to make the attempt.

Gordon’s fringe was beginning to freeze. Ever so gently, John swept Gordon’s damp, salty hair away from his forehead. His fingers were cold and difficult to move; he did it though.

A sliver of ice, a sword-tipped icicle, was driving itself though the back of John’s neck, into his spine. Not literally, not quite. The intensity of the cold ached sharply, seeping through his entire body, radiating inwards and outwards. It seared deep into his chest. Maybe it was a bit like what Gordon felt with his back. He’d tried to describe it once. John hoped it wasn’t too painful for him right now. John’s head pounded.

Gordon was still breathing. John held onto that as the facts and flow of his own thoughts grew slippery, as if he was attempting to hold onto icicles on a warm summer’s day. The ice gnawed at them.

His aching hand was splayed out on Gordon’s chest. Everything hurt. The colours and textures of their respective uniforms contrasted with each other, but both were blue in the end. His hand rose and fell. He and Gordon both were blue. 

The ocean, space, they weren’t so different really. Neither were him and Gordon. 

“Of course I mean it, I love you.”

Even if John didn’t know whether Gordon heard, he still had to say it. It should never have been a question.

John closed his eyes as the weight of the cold settled heavy on his shoulders, blanketing over him, more smothering than gravity. It all grew further away—

A Thunderbird’s great engines sounded in the distance.

—but he clung to Gordon tightly.

[rowdyluv]

Power Outage

Request: yes / no

Summary: a snow storm blows through Vancouver knocking out the power in your’s and Nikita’s shared home. A previous time before left a situation to be settled.

Warnings: use of y/n, pet name usage, (sunshine), friends w feelings, angst?, cursing like once, unedited (I had to rewrite this THREE times. I’ll edit eventually)

Word Count: 1.82k

It had been snowing all day and way into the evening. The sun was already setting over the house across the street making a pretty orange and pink sunset. The view of the snow outside from the front bay window looks just as beautiful as the sunset. The street lamps were already on and casting a soft glow over the solid white blanket on the front lawn. Your roommate, who is also your best friend, is supposed to be getting home any moment now. Nikita has been away in Edmonton with his team for a roadie. The team had arrived back at Rogers a little bit ago. Knowing he has to swap out his equipment and then drive in the mess that is Vancouver right now, you’re trying to keep a calm mind about what is taking so long.

Feeling your phone buzz in the pocket of the massively oversized sweatpants you’ve swiped from Za. “Hey Za, you on your way home?” You ask as soon as you answer. “Hey sunshine. Yes I’m on my way there now. I was calling to tell you to start a fire. The power is out over near the arena. It’s only a matter of time before the house loses it too. This snowstorm is a mess.” His voice was so soft yet each word held a distinct sense of strength, as if he was trying his best to not make it seem like a command. He had a habit of sounding like he was telling everyone to do something when he was only talking with just the tone of his voice. Something he tried to hone back on with you. You nodded your head as if he could see you through the phone. Quickly correcting yourself. You agreed to his suggestion and offered to heat up leftovers. Hanging up the phone you started fiddling with the fire as you told him you would, as well as starting with heating up some food for him. Watching the plate turn around in the microwave your thoughts started to over take you.

“Sunshine, your fingers are turning pink. I know you’re cold.” Nikita grabbed the hand closest to him. “Why are you trying to act like you are completely fine when clearly you are freezing?” He asked a bit tiffed that you were sitting silently with painstakingly cold joints. “What else is there to do Za? I have layers on. We have a fire going and I have my quilt.” You say pointing out each for emphasis. He ran his hands over his face before getting up off the floor and walking over to the entryway of the house. He returned with a pair of gloves. “Put these on (y/n).” You looked up at him, trying to read his face. His tone of voice didn’t match the story his eyes were telling. His voice was rough and forceful but his eyes were pleading. “Now.” He added as you hadn’t moved to take the gloves from him. As if he was in control of you suddenly, you jumped and were quickly shoving the gloves on. He returned to his position in the floor pulling you in to his body. “I can’t have you freezing to death next to me.” Your heart was pounding. He was only supposed to be your best friend, your roommate. A platonic relationship but when he did things like this your heart beat so fast it wanted to explode. “If you froze to death, the sunshine in my life would disappear forever.” “Nikita, you can’t say things like that to a girl.” You tried to swallow down the emotions dwelling inside you. The things he made you feel when he talked as if it was just the two of you and only the two you for each other. “I’m serious. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have no light in this crazy world I chose to live in. The dream I dreamt of for so long. I need you here (y/n).” “Za. Please don’t say things like this. It can confuse a girl when you have her in your arms as a friend to keep her warm because the power in their shared home is out. But when it comes back on there will nothing more behind it but their friendship.”

The beeping of the microwave ending its cycle pulled you back to reality, snapping you out of the memories that oh so often haunt you. The beeping of the microwave ending its cycle pulled you back to reality, snapping you out of the memories that oh so often haunt you. Just as luck would have it the power cut off, and the front door swung open with a thud.

“(Y/n)?” Nikita called from the entrance way. “It’s just me.” He adds. Another thud comes. Presumably his bag.

“You’ve got this, it’ll be okay.” You tell yourself under your breath.

You felt your way back to the main room where you would have a source of light from the fire place. “Hi Za. Welcome home.” You met him near the doorway and gave him a hug. Greeting your best friend just like you always do when he returns home from road trips. “You were right, the power just went out as you were coming in. It’s going to get cold in here fast even with the fire. I did heat you up some food though. It’s still in the microwave for you.” You told him pointing to the kitchen where his food still was and covering yourself up as a chill ran through you. “How about I help you out and take your stuff up to your room, you eat before it gets cold and we can’t warm it back up, and then we can hang out down here?” You suggested. Desperate to get your blood pumping and away from the epicenter of your thoughts for a few moments. Grabbing his travel bags, doing your best to haul it up the stairs but failing in the end. “(Y/n/n) leave it there, I’ll eat and then grab it. I’ll need to change anyways. Go layer up so you don’t get too cold.” Humming in response you completely dropped his bag and headed up the stairs as fast as your legs would take you.

Conceding to your frustration of not being able to find a hoodie to fit comfortably over your long sleeve and t-shirt, you decided to ask Nikita. “Hey Za, can I come in?” You called from the hall giving a knock on the door. No answer. “Za?” You called out again pushing the door open. He wasn’t in his room. You popped right in and swiped one of his Canucks hoodies with 91 and Zadorov on the back. Heading back across the hall to grab your quilt and your pillows before heading down the stairs. “Remember (y/n) you can do this.” Telling yourself for reassurance as you bottom the stairs not seeing Nikita at the edge of the sofa. “You can do what?” Nikita asked slowly moving his eyes up and down your body, taking in that you are now dressed in his hoodie and his sweatpants. “Hyping myself up to not nearly freeze to death this time.” Tossing the blanket down then your pillows before settling down on them. Nikita had already pulled the blankets from the couch down to the floor sitting on the floor himself. “(Y/N) I think you and I both know you’ll end up freezing regardless of hyping yourself up. You get cold in the middle of summer.” He says with a chuckle almost as if it’s a joke to him. “Well just trying to avoid last time from repeating itself. We nearly ruined our friendship.” You pointed out before you could even stop yourself.

Nikita was holding eye contact with you after your words tumbled out of your lips. His face showed nothing but pure pain and shock. “Za I didn’t..” “No it’s fine.” He cut you off. “I was trying to put everything out there then, but someone wanted to think the worst of me.” He shrugged his shoulders while moving away from you, the furthest he could while still being near the fire. “Nikita. I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Now or then. I was protecting myself and I didn’t think there was any way possible you could’ve meant any of that beyond friendship.”

You never looked up from where your hands were fidgeting in your lap until you heard him scoff loudly. “Seriously? We were laying in this exact spot by a fire. You were lying on top of me I was holding you, running my hands up and down your back to help create heat out of friction. Plus I was telling you that if my sunshine froze to death the light in my life would disappear and you thought I didn’t mean it past a friendship?” He was shaking his head in disbelief. “That is why you kept saying I would confuse a girl?” He couldn’t believe that for the last four years he was the one who had been living in confusion, not technically you.

You knew what you wanted and you wanted him. He wanted you, but had spent the last four years thinking you thought he was some playboy. When in reality he had been pining for his best friend the entire time because of his own confusion. You were trying to calm your heart from its erratic pounding. “Nikita. Please I said I was sorry.” Closing your eyes to hold back the tears threatening to form and fall. He couldn’t believe any of this. He was elated to find out you felt the same way.

“(Y/N) open your eyes. Look at me.” He had moved so silently you had no idea he was now in front of you. Cupping the side of your face and looking directly at you with nothing but pure admiration in his eyes for a few moments before talking again. “Sunshine, put all of that out of your mind, please. Stop thinking about all. It’s over with. All that matters now is it’s cleared up we finally talked about it and I’m going to do everything in this fucking world to prove to you that you’re it for me. That it was you then and it’s going to be you fifty years from now. The light to my darkness..” He never dropped eye contact with you, he didn’t stumble over his words, yet they didn’t seem practiced. Each word came directly from deep with in his heart and held such strong emotion behind them. “Hey Za? I think you should kiss your girlfriend now.” You eventually choked out over the raw emotions swirling around. “Girlfriend? I didn’t ask.” He gave you his cheeky smile. “Shut up and kiss me Zadorov.”

[cozfics]

Pspspspspsps hey you

Imagine Wild from LU with a s/o tags just stupidly cold like all the time.

Now- imagine the group happen to be travelling through a snowy area, and s/o is low-key seconds away from passing out, despite being a cocoon of jackets and scarves.

AND NOW- imagine group is attacked, s/o is pushed down a snowy hill and lose some of their jackets and blankets in the fall.

They hit their head and are unconscious, but the snow is still falling so they're slowly being burried.

Cue panicked Wild.

Where are they?

Is that them!

No, just their coat.

Fuck, their coat. Theyre cold.

Cue more panic as he searches the snow for s/o.

He eventually finds them half covered in snow, shivering and pale, lips blue.

Cue: devastation.

Wild is FREAKING OUT! He needs to figure out how to warm them up while also finding the group.

What will he do?

Will s/o survive?

Find out next time...

Whenever you decide you want to take on this request and interpret it how you like. You choose the ending!!!

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This is my roundabout way of asking for a request with this scenario, please and thank you<3

- pspsps anon

Chilly Tumbles (Wild x Reader)

Word count:2.2k

Pairing:Wild x reader

CW: Heights, hitting head, blood, mentions of others going without

Notes:Sorry about the long wait, hope it's worth it I really tried hard to make it good. I was really excited about this one too, sat down and wrote it all in one sitting, which is big for me!

The cold can kiss your ass. Honestly, you felt that way most days while you bundled up in layers of clothes most people called excessive, but never have you felt the sentiment of fuck the cold than you did right now as you hiked your way up Hebra mountains alongside the boys. And quite honestly? You felt awkward next to them. Here you were bundled in a sweater, and snowquill trousers you had borrowed from Wild, (Which really meant he had thrust them into your arms, and when you had tried to reject them so he didn’t freeze his ass off he had cut you off with “They’re a spare pair.” and walking away before you could argue any longer.) A scarf, winter hat, A winter jacket from home, and gloves alongside the cold resistence elixir. (How were you still so cold?) Meanwhile, the boys were dividing their resources amongst themselves. 

The only one who was remotely close to being as bundled up as you was the sailor, and while the young hero would normally be arguing against being favored over the others he was pretty quiet. He was wrapped in the spare snowquill coat with War’s scarf wrapped around his neck. You had lent him a pair of earmuffs, which he did actually try to argue about but he stopped after you explained it wasn’t about his age. It was because he grew up in a tropical environment. And besides his ear tips were red enough to rival Legend’s tunic. He needed them.

The rest of the boys had downed elixirs and meals and divided gear amongst themselves. Legend had a ring to keep him warm. Hyrule was bundled in the warm doublet. Apparently Wild had been working on grabbing extra clothes every time he popped in his world to help in situations like this.

You were currently bringing up the rear of the group, Only Hyrule and Four lagged behind you. It had just recently started to snow, as well. You wondered if Hylia was above you, laughing as the conditions around you reached whiteout levels. The cold bit at you through your layers. You realized you couldn’t see any of the others anymore. Before you could open your mouth a voice cut through the wind.

“We need to stick close. It’s getting bad out here. Wild is there anywhere we can take shelter until the blizzard blows over?” Time questioned, taking charge. You took his speaking as an opportunity to catch up to the bulk of the group. It seems Four and Hyrule had the same idea so now at least you were all together.

Wild had pulled out his sheikah slate, tapping away. “Nowhere we’d get to before the storm blows over, or without severely backtracking.” He responded after a minute. Time stood, obviously mulling over the choices he had.

“I will say, if we backtrack and come get these monsters another time, there’s still a chance this will happen again.”Wild put his slate back on his belt.

“And we’ve used a lot of resources to get this far..” Warriors remarked. That seemed to be enough for Time to give in and sigh.

“We’ll keep heading towards the peak then. Everyone stick close. Captain stick towards the back and make sure no one falls behind.”

With the decision to continue having been made, You pressed on. You hunched over, trying to stay as warm as possible. You were starting to vibrate with shivers as the temperature just kept dropping. How could the others be so…. Unbothered by this? It baffled you. It seemed like you would have quite some time to let your mind dwell on the question. You guys still had about a day's journey left to get to the supposed group of black-blooded monsters.

Within about an hour the wind had picked up loud enough that you couldn’t hear the crunching of snow. Or the cry of a startled Warriors as he was attacked. The cold and wind however didn’t keep you from feeling an impact to your side. You were caught unaware, launched in a direction. You managed to land on your feet, but there was something else the snow would hide from you it seemed. Where the ground was stable. Your foot slipped and the rocks under your good foot gave out. You would say you were approaching the ground at a rapid rate but quite honestly you had no idea as you tumbled down the side of the cliff. Pain erupted in your right shoulder as you slammed against a rock jutting out from the side of the mountain. You were relieved for a moment when you felt your fall slow, only to just barely have enough time to realize your jacket got caught on another rock. The rock ripped your jacket, leaving you to tumble out of it.

As if that wasn’t enough pain blossomed from your head as you hit it against the mountain. Then nothing.

The silver lynel had blended in with the blizzard. The boys hadn’t seen it till it was right on top of them. The really bizarre part was it was horridly out of its territory. Or at least that’s what Wild kept trying to insist to his teammates between dodging hits. Wind and Hyrule had sustained injuries leaving them out of commission for the fight already. Wild was trying to get enough distance to release some arrows into the damn thing's head. The only issue was that if he got far enough away that the attack would be effective, he wouldn’t be able to see the lynel.

Wild rolled to the side as the lynel took aim toward the skies to shoot arrows into the sky. Legend had (Dangerously And stupidly) Taken this chance to get close and slash the hoof of the beast. Wild bit back an annoyed groan as black oozed out. Well, that explains the abnormal behavior at least. The creature charged, slashing his sword at Wild, but his footing slipped. Wars, Legend, Wild, and Time all spotted the opportunity to attack the lynel, slashing at his back, his chest, and his hooves. Sky stabbed the monster's side and it let out a furious roar, rearing up as the boys scattered again. Wild didn’t like this. Thanks to the blizzard he couldn’t make out his brothers while they fought. One of them could be injured and no one would know. They would just have to hope that one of the others ran by them during the fight. That's how he found out about Wind and Hyrule.

Thinking on that when was the last time he saw Four… or you for that matter? He didn’t have much time to think about that as the lynel breathed fire his way and he had to quickly leap out of range. Yes! That’s the kind of opening he was waiting for! He took a running start and pulled out his paraglider to boost himself up into the air. With his newfound distance, he pulled out a bow and notched an arrow as he took aim. He released the string to fire the arrow right in the lynels head. The beast whipped its head and let out a pained roar, stumbling. Wild watched as his brothers seized the opportunity and ran in to beat the creature up a little more. Well, that answered where Four was. Wild hoped you were just tending to the injured.

Wild watched as the creature swung at Sky, sending him flying. Damn it! He was starting to get desperate. He watched the Lynel stumble from its leg injuries. Wild, who to be fair is known for being reckless, raced for the opening, launching himself on the lynels back. He mounted the lynel, slashing at it repeatedly. His brothers moved in again, using the distraction to their advantage. This time the beast crumpled. It stopped moving, finally dead.

“What in the goddesses' names were you thinking Wild! Do you know how dangerous that was! You could have died!”Twi was marching over.

“I knew what I was doing. I’ve done it tons of times before” Wild remarked.

“Not on a black-blooded Lynel”

“It’s my Hyrule. I knew how to handle it. The fight couldn’t drag on any longer, our elixirs will be wearing off soon.” Wild insisted. Twi seemed like he wanted to continue but Time interrupted. 

“It’s already done now. No point in fighting over it. We have injuries to attend to and potions to be handed out.”

Wild nodded. The snow was finally starting to let up. One thing that he noticed incredibly quickly was that you were nowhere to be seen. He started off walking around calling for you, but when he got no response it turned to frenzied running. Still nothing. He ran over to the others. Wild told them he was going to look for you and tossed some cold resistance elixirs their way before leaving to look for you. He didn’t give them a chance to object to his ideas, which they absolutely would have.

It didn’t take long for his search to lead him to the edge of a cliff. Oh no… He could see exactly where you slipped off. He started climbing down. Okay, okay this is fine. He’ll find you. You… you probably just found a cave to stay in.., Yeah! Wild finished climbing down the wall and started wading in the waist-high snow, calling for you. It was honestly really freaking him out that he couldn’t see ANY trace of you in the snow. He kept on walking.

A sudden thought hit Wild. Oh no... Your cold resistance elixir had to have worn off by now. You were probably freezing. He had to find you, and now! Wild perked up when he saw a flash of color in the distance. Ah! There you were! He began to race over, sloshing through the snow and nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process. After reaching his goal (And only face-planting in the snow a single time mind you!) He was all ready to celebrate and wrap you in a hug…. Except... It wasn’t you. It was just your damn coat… Your damn ruined and ripped coat. That you had to be freezing without. Aw for fucks sake! Why can’t things ever go to plan? Or well, Wild isn’t exactly known to plan. Ugh, why can’t things ever go to impulse! Okay, this is fine. Just a person lost on a snowy mountaintop, freezing to death. No pressure here Wild. He took in a deep breath and continued his search, not like there was much else he could do.

Wild kept himself busy scanning over the snow for any signs of you. It was the only thing keeping him from breaking something in frustration. Ah! There! He rushed over when he saw it. A place where something had obviously disturbed the snow. Even the blizzard couldn’t hide it. He made it over and started desperately digging, flinging the snow behind him like a dog digging a hole. The man seemed feral in his desperation. There you are! Lips blue and no longer shivering. But the good news is you were still breathing. Wild let out a sigh of relief. He began to check you over and he quickly noticed, that your head was bleeding. The snow around your head had turned red. There was no way he could take you up to the others, and he had no way to wake you up at the moment later. 

Honestly, both were problems he could face later, right now Wild had to find a way to warm you up so you even could wake up. Thankfully he had explored many nooks and crannies in his time here. There was a tiny cave nearby, nowhere near big enough to hold ten people, but it could easily house two people and a fire. He began to carry you that way.

Once you arrived in the cave Wild set you down and began to work on his fire. He kept you a decent distance from it. Warming you up too fast would threaten to put you into shock, and he knew you were deep into the stages of hypothermia. You’d be lucky if you lost nothing to frostbite quite honestly. The next thing he got started on was removing your wet layers to keep you from getting too cold. Of course, letting you warm up would have been easy, and nothing in any Link’s life was ever easy. So while he was trying to help you warm up, the world seemed to rumble.

Wild drew his sword, ready to fight whatever was stupid enough to try to attack him. As he got ready to leave the cave the world grew dark. You were snowed in. There had been an avalanche, and you were nearly dying from hypothermia. And no one knew where you or Wild were…. He sat down with his head in his hand to ponder the situation for a few moments, before moving to lay next to you, pulling you close to his chest to try to warm you up.  In this moment the only thing Wild could think of was how glad he was that there was a hole in the ceiling of the cave so he didn’t have to put out the fire. 

[allisonreader]

Do I ever have a story to share. This was well over 10 years ago, actually probably closer to 15 now. (Not that I actually remember what year it was. Actually, that's not fully true, I could probably narrow it down to a couple of years without looking or asking my parents. And definitely around 15 years ago now.)

Anyways, we were taking an annual trip to visit my grandpa out in B.C., which was always at least a couple of days drive to get there.

This particular trip was our first trip out there with a trailer. It was a hybrid trailer. (A hybrid between a tent trailer and and hard body trailer. So the main cabin was solid and tall, but the ends folded out like tent ends where the beds were.) This fact will be important later.

So on our way to B.C. (British Columbia for any non Canadians, west coast), we stopped in Drumheller AB. We went and saw the big T-Rex they have there and actually went up inside and did a couple of other touristy things nearby, like go to the Atlas Mine that had been closed down and had been turned into a museum that you could tour. (This is where our first bit of 'drama' comes up.) My baby brother jumped off the back step of one of their buildings that had pictures and such in it, and had a piece of chicken wire come up and hit him on the palm side of his wrist, leaving a perfect little hole in his wrist. And his reaction to the pain was so funny at the time, because he wasn't just crying, but had cried out "Oh the pain! The pain!" And I was laughing at his claims because it very much reminded me of "Oh the humanity" from the filming of the Hindenburg disaster. He had a legit injury though, but to this day I still think his reaction to it was funny. The girls who were running the souvenir shop and tours at the time felt really bad and gave my baby brother a free giant freezie, the girls allowed my other brother and I to also have a freezie before we went on the tour with my parents promising to come back and pay for them. Which much to the girls' surprise, we did.

The next day when we woke up, my baby brother's entire hand had swollen up and looked a bit like a baseball glove, so we spent the morning in the Drumheller Emergency room. We stopped at the Hoodoos before we left. Then on our way to Banff, I realized that my big toe was pussy.

So once we got to Banff my mom and I visited another emergency room. Funnily enough, though I was older, I ended up in a kid's room with Winnie the Pooh and Friends on the walls and ceilings, while my much younger brother had a plain room that morning. (My dad kept my brothers busy so that they weren't waiting in the hospital room.) It turned out that I had an ingrown toenail that had become infected. So I had minor surgery (and four needles in my big toe to freeze it) to remove the ingrown toenail.

That sorted of ended the unfun events of the trip for the time being. The middle part of the trip went well and was fun but then we had another experience when we went home.

On our way home, we stopped in Calgary. One of the things we wanted to do in Calgary was go to IKEA, since we don't have one in the province. And while we were in IKEA, my poor baby brother was starting to feel sick. He ended up being extremely sick and was throwing up and probably feverish. So we left IKEA and picked up food to be eaten back at the trailer.

After we had all gone to sleep, we were woken up in the middle of the night by a wicked storm. Because my parents and brothers' beds were in the tent ends, everyone ended up on my bed, which was just the couch which folded down into a bed. But my spot wasn't as damp because it was in the main cabin.

So there we all were, the five of us, sitting in a row on my bed, my baby brother holding a bowl in case he threw up, while this storm raged on around us. Thunder and lightning crashed, hail and rain pounded down, as the clouds swirled above our heads. The wind didn't blow through the trailer but would suck out the tent ends and the release them, wwwhhh ppphhhooo, wwwhhh ppphhhooo, wwwhhh ppphhhooo, over and over again, stretching out the tent ends. No where to go because we were locked into the campground and others who did try to leave couldn't. It's still one of the scariest experiences that I've had. We were praying and we were singing worship songs to just try and survive and wait out the storm. I don't remember when we eventually went to back to bed, but I'm pretty sure we must have once the storm started to calm down again. We learned that next day that someone had died in the storm, a young girl, I believe, but I could be wrong.

We were pretty done with camping after that experience. And we upgraded to a different trailer the next year, to one that didn't have tent ends.

Anyone feel like telling us an anecdote from their travels?

[stardust-kenobi]

Blizzard

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Crosshair get stuck in a relentless snowstorm. A cave provides you shelter, but you’ll have to get close to survive.

Warnings: smut, LITERAL cock warming, (kinda) sub soft crosshair, fluffy

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Y’all seen twilight eclipse? Yeah it’s like that…and Jacob’s lil comment about how he could warm her quicker if they took their clothes off. Also the logic may be nonsensical, so, forgive me.

Request for @crosshairs-wife 💕

Gif cred: @azertyrobaz

The piercing sting of cold upon your skin was almost fading away as you grew numb. Crosshair was only feet in front of you, but you were losing sight of him in the relentless blizzard. You’d gotten separated from the other guys, but they’d already signaled you on your comms that they had made it back safely.

“We can’t come for you yet. It’s too dangerous. Try and find shelter until the storm passes” Hunter’s voice cut through the weak comms signal in your ear. He was so worried, but knew you both were capable of survival.

It was an unpredictable planet with weather patterns unlike any other system. You hadn’t planned for a winter storm, so you weren’t dressed for the freezing temperatures, only making the situation more dire.

“T-there’s…a cave” Crosshair breathed heavily, shivering through his words. You couldn’t muster a response, and he could only assume you were following behind him. The cave was deep inside the base of the mountain, perfect for shielding you both from the brutal winds and freezing temperatures. It was only just barely visible to either of you, and you were thankful he saw it.

Throwing down your backpack, you both collapsed onto the dry ground of the covered fortress. There wasn’t much room, but you found yourselves huddled in opposite corners, still hanging onto your social norm of not touching one another, even in a state of uncertainty.

“We s-should get c-c-closer” You mumbled, but not without struggle. You had never bonded with Crosshair beyond being in the same squad, and you really didn’t think he even liked you. But that didn’t matter right now.

He nodded, as the desperation for warmth drew him into you, curling up against each other's bodies. His arm stretched over your body as if he tried to shield you from the conditions. It was uncharacteristic of him, but human instinct overcame you both, knowing it was crucial for survival.

“You’re freezing” You mumble with your shaking voice. He was arguably worse off than you were, but he wouldn't show it. Crosshair had been out in the cold a little longer than you.

“So are you” He rebutted. Sure, but you needed to make sure he found warmth soon.

“You need to take your armor off, it’ll only make you colder” You told him, knowing the metal would only trap the coldness against his body, and your body couldn’t feel the warmth of his own with the hard metal creating a barrier between your clothes and his.

Crosshair moved slowly to pull the armor from his body, and you watched as the shape of his form come to view.

“Your clothes are soaked from the snow, you-” He began, realizing that soon the moisture would freeze, trapping your body within it, “you’ll die”.

“I don’t have anything else to wear, Crosshair” You groaned in response, realizing your only other option was to strip down to nothing and cuddle up against him.

“I know that” He scoffed through the grit of his chattering teeth.

“Gods, you’re right. Just, try not to stare, please” You begged; feeling self-conscious already, but there was no time for that now.

He noticeably swallowed hard, anticipating the view that was to come. He’d never admit to you that you turned him on, but really, you drove him wild. It was always a skill of his to not show a single bit of that emotion when he was near you, but it was something he had to train himself to do, or else he’d blow his cover.

“I need help” You shamefully requested, the numbness of your fingers lacking the grip to pull your jacket and shirt from your body.

He hesitated, whether that was because he was nervous or because he was trying to process the words coming out of your mouth, it didn’t go unnoticed. His hands gently grab the bottom hem of your shirt and helped you maneuver out of it. Your bare breasts were exposed then to the frigid chill but somehow felt warmer now that you were out of the dampness of your material.

Through all the discomfort of the storm and the hell you'd been through, you still felt a tingle of tension between the two of you as you laid back to remove your pants. It was such a strange sensation to be warmer in your bare form, but this would help you from freezing to death.

Crosshair couldn’t take his eyes off of you, despite your plea to not be stared at. You had to admit you sort of liked it, though. The attention helped you feel less self-conscious, because surely he wouldn’t stare if he didn’t like the view, right?

You remembered something about survival that was going to be hard to suggest, but someone had to, “Skin to skin is the fastest way to warm each other” You shivered, “Please, Crosshair. I’m sorry to ask I j-” You begged helplessly.

“I’ll do it” He interrupted you. Crosshair wasn’t angry, he was eager. This shocked you, but you welcomed his eager attitude.

Quickly, he removed his clothing, keeping only his underwear, same as you. You were enamored with him, loving every inch of his body, and not attempting to hide your staring at all.

“Come here” He demanded, laying down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shaking body. The immediate encasing of his shielding body on you felt as close to a warm blanket as you could get right now.

“Oh maker…I don’t know how you feel warm but it’s helping”

“You feel warm too” He noted.

Your eyes met his as you looked up to him and something so unfamiliar came over you, an urge that made itself known so suddenly, but you leaned up, pressing your barely tingling lips against his.

He pulled away.

Oh no.

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

“I-” You choked on your own words, mortified and confused.

His eyes scanned your face and wandered your expression to try and read you. Crosshair wasn’t rejecting you, but he was rejecting the idea that you wanted him. It was simply too hard for him to believe. Things were always distant and tense between you two, but right now, stars...right now he wanted to fall apart for you.

Finally, after what felt like forever of nothing but the roaring of storms, he kissed you back. The passion that you felt through the motions of his lips sent a flash of heat through your veins, something you so desperately needed. As if by natural instinct, you reached to palm the growing bulge between his legs.

“I know how else we can get warm” You whispered against his lips.

He held your gaze, unbroken, and let his fingers float down between your legs, feeling the arousal pooled inside your panties. With only small rhythms of motions pressed to your clit, you whimpered. Crosshair couldn’t wait any longer, though, as his body begged for warmth. Something so primal in him did this because he knew he needed it to live, but something more intimate in him told him he just needed you.

Swiftly, you pulled his cock from his undergarments, and swung your leg over his hip, straddling him. His needing eyes scanned your face, looking for any uncertainty, but found none. He recognized that you were doing him an act of such deep kindness, but was so eager he pulled you fiercely into place. You knew he’d probably benefit from this more than you in terms of survival, but stars, you know you’d enjoy every second of him fucking you anyways.

No words could’ve described how euphoric he felt sinking into the warmth you provided him. It was more intense of a high than any spice the galaxy could offer. He groaned so loudly, equally satisfied with the feeling of any part of his body being wrapped in warm velvet, subsiding the numbness, and finally having you like this.

You winced, feeling the contrast of cold inside of you as you fully lowered yourself onto his cock. Trembling forceful fingers dug into your hips pressing you in place and refusing to let you move.

“Please, just, stay like this. For a moment” He begged, a desperate look replacing his usual scowled expression. He shuddered, eyes falling closed as he savored every second that passed.

You did as he asked, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his face into the crevice of your breasts. He groaned again, and a breathless whimper fell from your own lips as the fullness you felt overwhelmed you. It felt so good to do this with him, and it felt better to know how much relief you brought to him.

Even though he could’ve stayed buried inside you like this forever, you needed to move, needed to have that movement. Slowly, you sat up again, and curled your hips up and down, adding friction against your walls.

“Oh, Y/N” Crosshair whimpered so softly. This was a side of him you’d never expected to see, especially in this intimate situation. But then again, he never let you get close enough to him to even know. His desperation for relief transformed him, and it melted you.

“It feels so good, Crosshair” You praised, losing yourself as you fucked him faster. He seemed to be losing him as well, struggling to hold back any expression of his pleasure.

“So good for me, helping me like this” He breathed, looking up at you while you bounce your ass up and down on him. The motion was warming your body, working up your blood flow. The relief of warmth began flowing through the deepest part of your being, extending out to your skin, until all you cared about was being here with him at this moment.

“Stop" He mumbled suddenly, and you did just that.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, please, just stay still again" He begged. You sat deep into his lap, covering his entire length, "I want to feel you just like this. I want to see you"

Your ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. Never would you have guessed that he was so soft when he needed to be. His hands traced the shape of your body, traveling down the side of your waist. Then his grip moved to your breasts, taking one into his palm as he massaged your nipple. You threw your head back as the sensation sent a strange chill down your spine.

"Crosshair, Y/N, come in" The comms hummed in your ear, startling you out of the trance he had you in. It was Tech's voice, "Are you two alright"

"Better than alright" You responded, keeping your eyes on him beneath you. Crosshair smirked at you.

"I doubt that, considering you're trapped in a blizzard, but alright then" Tech responded, but accepted your response as a sign that you were alive, at least.

Without warning, and fueled by the strength you'd provided for him, Crosshair picked you up and laid you down. As he hovered above you, his cock still resting inside your cunt, he held the back of your head as he rested in on the rock floor of the cave.

He thrusted slow at first but picked up his momentum with a few motions.

"I'm going to come soon, but I want you to come on my cock first, darling" He asked, bringing his fingers to rub your clit again as he continued to fuck you.

"Fuck, right there" You cried, feeling your climax creep up so suddenly.

"Yeah?" He asked, knowing you were so close as you clenched around him, "Let go, it'll feel so good, Y/N"

Just then it burst open like an ignited flame, the fire spreading throughout your entire body. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your movements and thoughts, helping your body reach an ultimate high. You'd never been fucked like this while coming at the same time, and it was almost too much for you to handle.

As you felt yourself come down from your high, he faltered in his movements, curses flying softly through his thrusts. The warm spill of his cum coated the inside of your walls, and he held himself there for a few more moments, taking every second that he could before he finally had to remove himself.

It was then that the blizzard began to break apart and subside, the outside of the cave becoming more visible. You situated yourself propped against the wall of the cave, and Crosshair did the same, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, huddling together through the very end of the storm that put you here.

"We're going to have to help each other back into these clothes when the boys pick us up" You broke the silence that you both savored after your releases, "that might be a hard one to explain"

"Only I should see you like this" He snapped, sudden jealousy taking over his tone as he imagined any of the others enjoying this sight of you like he has. That was the Crosshair you expected.

You smirked, omitting a response as you leaned into his body, trying to enjoy every last second you had with him before things likely went back to normal.

You hoped that they wouldn't.

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A/N: feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️

[sunflowerharrington]

could write something where reader and tate had an argument and it ended up in something hotter

Say It, And Look Like You Mean It

🧸 inspired by something i read once but i can’t find it now 😔

🧸 kinda bad, sorry.

🧸 angry sex with tate langdon? angry sex with tate langdon. minors, dni. also, this can be classed as dubious consent, i think

🧸 take a shot every time i write any form of the word “angry.” and they’re at a frat party.

🧸 @xxlangdon @sympathyforher @unlivingdreams @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut dm comment or ask me if you wanna be added or taken off for future updates

“We need to talk.”

Ah, those four words nobody likes to hear, especially from an ex, and in this case it's the latter that will happen. Those four words you would much rather never have to hear from your ex-boyfriend, Tate. Hell, you never wanted to speak to him ever again.

However, your smile curls upwards and into a slight smirk, knocking back any bottled up anger brewing inside, though your mind screams at you to not follow him. But as always, you never listen to yourself. “Party’s boring as fuck anyways. Guess I’ll talk to you.”

Tate’s enticing brown eyes roam your body, his brows knitted tightly together in a frown, and he grabs your arm. He leads you across the massive garden to a secluded area, away from prying eyes and listening ears, and he doesn’t even slow down, even when you do when your heels begin to sink into the lawn.

You search for a light switch in the pure darkness, eventually finding a switch to some fairy lights. You turn them on, the lights casting shifting shadows on the gravel as the wind blows through the lights. Tate lets go of your arm, spinning towards you, letting his storm of freezing rage run loose. “What the fuck, babe?! I can’t believe you would cheat on me! And with a fucking girl?!”

You sigh, internally rolling your eyes. Clearly he thinks the two of you are still together, which is absolutely not the case. Tate had been cold, distant, for a while now, but that didn’t stop you from trying to make it work. Your breaking point was during a heated argument with his mom, and when you were in the right he still took her side.

“I broke up with you a month ago.” You shrug. “Wasn’t gonna wait forever for you to start acting your age. And your mom… she said some really mean things to me. It’s time to move on, Tate.”

He stalks towards you, needing and wanting some kind of reaction from you, but you don’t flinch, used to his angered state. Your chin rises and you shoot him a challenging stare, your gaze never leaving his.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not my Y/N!”

“Your Y/N?” A throaty laugh bubbles from your chest. “Hate to break it to ya but she doesn’t exist!”

“So you- I don’t- you don’t love me?” Tate hates how desperate his voice sounds, how desperate his heart is, to hold onto that feeling of what love could potentially be and to remember the honeymoon stage of your relationship.

“Wow, you’re more stupid than I realised! No, I don't love you, it was all bullshit.” You scoff, pinning him with a condescending look. “You were mediocre at making me come and that’s about all you brought to the table. I learned how to master faking an orgasm because of you.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you carry right on. “You’re not that smart, Tate. Your pretty compliments, smiles and messages you used to leave on my chalkboard never did shit, it was all pretend. …Chloe is a much better fuck than you ever will be anyways.”

He pushes at your chest, making you stumble backwards in shock, your back now pressed against the wall, eyes widening as he towers over you. You quickly collect yourself, glaring at him as he traps you against the wall, hands either side of you.

“I must have gotten under your skin at least a little bit, right? And all that whining about your ‘mommy issues’? God, Tate! I couldn’t even go five minutes without you having something bad to say about her!”

He refuses to acknowledge that you did in fact get under his skin multiple times. Not only have you played him, in his eyes, you’ve been searching for his weak spots; finding them with ease. Hate boils in him like lava, forming an extremely aggressive volcano, anger bubbling and beginning to burn his insides.

“You fucking used me?!”

You smirk, answering his question without saying a word, and he shakes his head, lost in a sea of fury and confusion. “So… none of it was real?”

“God no. At the start, maybe it was. You were charming, and obviously quite handsome,” you say, smiling. “But you’re also fucking delusional. Even if I were capable of falling in love, it certainly wouldn’t be with you, Sweetheart.”

The veins in his hands and arms begin to pulsate from clenching his fists so furiously, and he releases you from the cage of his arms, taking one step back. “You miserable fucking bitch. You made me believe for two years you actually loved me?!”

“Awh, baby!” Your lower lip juts out, and you pout mockingly at him. “Did sweet little Y/N hurt poor Tatey Watey’s feelings?”

His eyes burn into yours and you stare back, unwilling to budge, watching as darkness flashes in his eyes, nostrils flaring. He brought a hand up to forcefully push you against the wall, pressing his body weight against you. Still no trace of anything but the usual lack of empathy and an almost hypnotic look in his large brown eyes.

“Are you really pretending that you never felt a thing?” His hot breath brushes against your skin as he whispers, pushing you further into the wall.

“Wow, Tate.” You give a dry laugh. “With an ego that big I don’t know how your head hasn’t exploded yet!”

You then lean forward, narrowing your eyes to glare at him. “You’re not man enough to make me feel anything.”

The very last of his self control snaps as he watches a sly smirk etch into your face. He wraps his fingers around your neck and clenches, listening for your whimpers, but is surprised to see a small smile growing on your face instead of a pouty, whimpering mess. He frowns, releasing his grip on your neck and jamming them into your hair, yanking your head back. “Is that fucking so?” He hisses, towering over you, trapping you against the wall once more.

You gasp at the sudden pain, but there’s still no fear in your eyes. You are not about to let this boy have any satisfaction whatsoever.

His ice cold gaze drops to your lips, and he leans in closer, hot breath against your skin making goosebumps rise on your arms. You open your mouth to come out with a witty comeback, but he stops you. He crashes his lips against yours, with no more false gentleness, no more love lies. Just two coiled cobras eager to taste each other’s sickly sweet and sour venom. You lightly bite down on his bottom lip, grazing the skin between your teeth, and when he starts to let out a groan of pleasure, you release, letting it go with a snap. His hands immediately find your hips, a familiar feeling from months ago, and you rest yours on his chest, ready to push him backwards if he dared go any further. He snarls, shoving aside the deep cut in your dress to expose your breasts, before you have time to push him away.

He pinches at your skin, grabbing your breasts in his large hands and squeezing hard, forcing a yelp from within your throat. He twists your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and you dig your sharp nails into his wrists, something you know he loathes as it sends shooting pains up his arms, through his scars. Signals of pain and pleasure are sent firing everywhere throughout both of your bodies as you dig your nails into his skin, and he pinches at yours.

For the next however many minutes, it’s a race to mark each other as deliciously as you both can. Painting each other’s skin with love bites, biting sensitive areas on his neck, Tate shoving you against the wall and vice versa. You drop to your knees, but he drags you back up by the hair straight away, unsure whether you’d suck his cock or bite it off.

You claw your nails at the nape of his neck, leaving deep scratches as his lips attach themselves to your neck. He groans into your skin, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you cup him through his pants, squeezing hard.

“Get on your knees,” you hiss.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You don’t deserve my tongue after what you did.” He grabs your wrists with one hand and slams them against the wall, his face mere centimetres away from yours as he spits his words out. His free hand disappears into your pants, pushing your panties out of his way, and plunges two of his fingers deep inside you. He thrusts them in and out twice or three times—you can’t remember, pulling them out after, watching as they glisten in the moonlight with your slickness . He takes a step back from you and licks his fingers, tasting your pussy on them that’s always been so sweet and now, for some reason, is even more so. He swirls his tongue around his fingers, watching you, not breaking eye contact with you once. And when he continuously licks stripes up between them, you have no choice but to clench your thighs together.

He releases his fingers with a pop, snarling at you as he speaks. “Take those pants off or I’ll fuckin’ rip ‘em off you myself and you’ll leave here naked.”

Frowning at you, he takes a short breath and continues. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to parade around this garden like a whore.”

Your breath shortens, and you begin to pull down your pants and thong, too slowly for his liking apparently. He swats your hands away and rips them down your legs, almost tripping you up trying to get them off you, leaving you naked and exposed before him— other than those sky high heels. He fucking hates how hot you are, and how one look from you could have him in a mess for hours. He grabs you by the arm, dragging you further into the darkness, shoving you down onto the metal bench underneath by the poison ivy covered arch. “Bend over.”

“You bend over,” you say, laughing dryly, a soft moan escaping your lips as he grabs your chin in his hand, forcing you to look directly at him. “I said bend the fuck over, whore,” he hisses, pushing your face down against the bench, the cool metal pressing against your hot, burning skin. With wide eyes you let your mind take over, thinking about how you have never seen him like this before, this angry. And you wonder what he’s going to do to you next. But it wouldn’t take long for him to make his next move.

“You wanna be a whore, huh?” He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back up from the bench, sitting himself down on it. “Come, be a whore for me .”

He guides you by your hair to bend over his lap, and you furrow your brows in confusion, until it hits you. And so does the palm of his hand. Twice, and hard. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut, just waiting for the next one, but it never comes. He lets your hair go and you stumble to your feet, thinking he’s done with you, until he smirks, unbuckling his belt, ripping it from the loops with one hand.

“Who else have you slept with, huh?”

“Nobody, I swear!”

“Why would you lie to me?” He wraps his hands around your neck and squeezes tight, cutting off air. “I’ll squeeze harder until you tell me!”

“Kyle and Madison!”

“Such a good girl for telling me,” he smirks, leaning in. “I’ll kill them before you can fuck ‘em again. The only cum that should be in you is mine. Understood?”

He pushes you back down against the bench so your cheek presses back down against it, one lone tear trickling down your face and onto the metal.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, pain mixing with pleasure as his hand grips the reddened area on your ass cheek. “Such a good girl doing what Daddy tells her.”

“Who calls themselves that?” You ask yourself quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“I do. Got a problem with that?” You can’t see what he’s doing, but he’s doubling over the belt, holding it with a firm grip in his right hand.

He stands slightly behind you, stroking his cock with his left hand. An angry growl bursts from him, and you turn, his eyes blazed with outrage as your hand slides down your stomach. You smirk, noticing how much his brows have knitted together.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he hisses, threading the tail of the belt through the buckle. “

The furious defiance in your eyes sets his body ablaze as you shove your fingers inside yourself, pleasuring your most intimate parts before him. Never breaking eye contact, he loops the belt with practiced hands. Before you can guess what he’ll do, he spins you around and shoves your hands through the belt loops, turning them into an effective pair of handcuffs. He strokes the palm of his left hand over your right ass cheek, your back arching, goosebumps prickling on your skin in the sensation’s wake, jerking with every stroke as you wait for the coming pain.

“Are you scared of me?” He continues stroking your bare ass, waiting for an answer.

“Hardly,” you scoff, craning your neck to get a better look at him, but in reality you are terrified of what he would be capable of doing to you.

As if realising how much you’ve given away with your body language, you relax your back and shoulders, acting as though you couldn’t care less about what he’s doing to you. He rubs the flesh of your ass before raising his hand above his shoulder, switching the belt into that hand and it comes down to whip you, hard. Your body jerks from the force and you let out a loud cry, tears welling in your eyes.

And he gives you five more after that, until your skin is nearly violet. He viciously squeezes your tender, abused flesh, blowing on the sensitive area to cause even more pain.

You swallow a sob, choking on rage and desire, your cheek burning. “Get on with it already!” You snarl.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He leans forward, whispering in your ear as he shoves two fingers inside you without warning.

You arch your back towards him, and he pumps mercilessly, his hot mouth on your ear. “You’re gonna beg daddy to let you come, slut.”

“I don’t beg, you prick.”

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “You will.”

He adds a thirst finger and thrusts even harder, your whimpers of pleasure shooting through him like lightning. Your walls pull him in, and you find yourself pumping yourself against his angry hand, and as he finds just the right spot inside and starts to attack viciously, you scream.

Tate collects your wetness with his thumb and then plunges it into your asshole. You give a hiccuping moan as he thrusts his fingers into both holes. You arch backwards, forcing them further into you. You begin to throb and tighten around his fingers, and that’s the moment he pulls them all out of you and takes a step back.

“Nooo,” your silence crumbles, and you let loose a weak sob. “Please, Tate!”

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy…”

“Try again, slut. I am your God, you worship me! Repeat that; You are my God, Tate!” He shouts, pulling your head back by your hair, using his free hand to slap you across the face.

“You are my God.”

He smirks, watching you closely. You look amazing; nude and gleaming in the moonlight. But it’s the begging he enjoys most.

You gasp and turn to him with wide eyes, your arms jerking as you try to free yourself from his hold.

“Don’t be afraid of God, baby,” he says softly, caressing your bruising cheek. “Admit defeat and I’ll release you right now.”

He leans closer to your ear again, lips pressed against your skin. “I’ve already made you call me God and beg for me, so it’s not like you have any pride left.”

“Oh fuck you, Langdon!”

“I’m taking that as consent, Y/N.” He strokes his free hand down your back, more goosebumps rising on your skin. “As I said, we can end this whenever you like. The minute you say no, I’ll stop,” he says, hints of sarcasm laced within his words. He won’t stop, he never stops, he’s Tate Langdon for fuck sake!

Heavy, stubborn silence stretches between you, though a second later he breaks it, chuckling near your ear, making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. “You could just admit you like this, you know.”He pushes your legs back and knots those straps from your heels at your ankles and then uses the remaining laces to tie them to the belt loops. Fuck, it’s so much better than his fantasies. You’re spread before him like a poisoned feast he wants to devour, knowing it could potentially kill him. “Maybe I should fuck this pretty ass.”

“Maybe I should fuck yours,” you spit.

“Mmm, I’m not opposed to that, Y/N,” he states, taking his cock in his own hand, stroking firmly. “Let’s save that for next time.”

He rubs his achingly hard cock against your pussy, coating it in your slickness , before pressing it into your asshole. Under your breath, you whimper the words; fuck me. .

A cruel thought occurs to him and he smiles as he presses his cock right where you want it. “Do you know what I think?“

"I don’t care.”

"Don’t be impolite, my sweet, sweet little Y/N.” He slaps you tender ass and you hiss in pain. Then he rubs his hand soothingly over your raw skin. “I think you’d love my huge cock in that pretty pussy of yours . The meaner we fuck, the more you’re going to love it.”

You’re silent for a moment. “So will you.”

“Oh, Absolutely. You’ve been so fucking boring in bed until now, I’ve almost fallen asleep every time. ‘Oh! Oh Tate! Daddy, I can’t! Oh fuck!’.” He mimics, laughing at the frown on your face.

Your angry huff makes him chuckle , and he slaps your ass again. Not for his pleasure, mostly, but just to see you in pain.. “But this isn’t about how much I like it, is it? So let’s do this a different way, hm?”

He unravels the belt and unlaces your shoes, freeing you, tossing your shoes across the garden to where anyone could potentially see them and go looking for the owner. . You turn over and look at him, questioning it, but he ignores you. Without a word, he checks your ankles and your wrists to make sure he didn’t injure you too badly, before pulling his shirt over his head and removing his pants, pulling you close.

His hands wander slowly over you, stroking your legs and the curves of your hips. Instead of pinches and scratches, he skims you, as if memorising every plane. His mouth traces tenderly over your collarbone and up to your neck. He teases the shell of your ear with his teeth and a smile, making you shiver.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, putting as much emotion into his words as he is capable. “You’re the only light I’ve ever known in all of my darkness.”

You jerk backwards. “What are you doing?” You sound more distressed than you had been by the belt ‘handcuffs.’

“Making love to you,” he says softly. “Would you like me to stop?”

You raise your chin and say nothing. He laughs, and continues his gentle exploration of your body with his hands and mouth. Finally, he makes his way to your thighs, making you whimper and jerk towards his hands. But he will not be rushed.

“You’re so soft,” he groans, stroking your slit. “So wet. And it’s all for me.” He slides two of his long, slender fingers inside you, slowly massaging your sweet spot.

“Would you please just fuck me?” Your thighs begin to shake with either lust or fury. Likely both.

“Loving this new politeness, Y/N. But no.”

While he pumps so softly, so slowly, he scrapes his teeth over the side of your neck and continues making love to every inch of you. You hate it, which makes it all the more satisfying for him.

Every time he feels you close to the edge, he backs off, until the simmering rage in your eyes gives way to frustrated tears. “Please Tate,” you cry, your voice cracking. “I can’t take this. Fuck me. Please!”

Watching you break is better than any sex he’s ever had. And you hate that he’s made you break, mentally kicking yourself off the roof of the house. You didn’t want to give in, but you just had to.

He kisses your temple, where your tears trail. “You want to come, baby?”

You nod and more tears leak from your pretty eyes. He brushes them away with his thumb and sucks the salt from his fingers, tasting sweet fucking victory. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He slowly drives his fingers back inside of you. “And what is my pretty little princess sorry for?”

You give a weak hiccup. “I’m sorry I broke up with you. I… I wanna be with you again.”

He curls his fingers upwards and thrusts a little harder as he strokes your clit with his other hand. “Yes… Does that feel better?”

“Oh god, yes,” you cry. “Feels so good.”

He pushes you to the very edge, and smirks. “Tell me you love me, babe.”

You still. “No.”

“Say it, or this ends. And trust me, your fingers aren’t gonna do shit compared to what mine can.” He strokes your cheek. “Say it, and look like you fucking mean it while you’re at it.”

A battle rages in your expression, but it’s clear the force of his fingers moving within your walls is more than you could bear losing at this moment in time.

“I love you,” you spit out.

“You don’t sound or look like you mean it.”

You internally scream, more tears spilling down your face, and down onto your still naked body. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes and soften your expression, and your voice lowers to an almost whisper. “I love you, Tate Langdon.”

God, you’re a wonderful actress. It makes him even harder.

“I love you too, Princess.”

He rams his fingers home until you come apart, thrusting erratically against his hand. The way you explode around his fingers is nothing he’s ever seen before; your muscles tighten, your hips spasm violently, and you sob until you are nothing but a slippery glittering mess in his hands.

Your shudders finally slow, and you instinctively reach for him. He kisses your palm as it skims over his jaw, reaching to take your hand in his and softly presses kisses to your knuckles. He stares down at you, his breath catching. You are so beautiful and broken. Your eyes shimmer with vulnerability, wide and innocent.

And he understands. Perhaps more than he’ll ever understand anything, he understands you. He feels the same crack, the same shifting ice cold wall in his chest. It’s as repulsive and intriguing as both of your false I-love-yous. He could potentially take over the world with you. His venom princess in sky high stilettos.

Moaning softly, you push toward him, brushing your lips over his. Begging without words for him to admit to this.….. lust you have for him. To give you what you just gave him.

Feather soft, he skims your lips. You tilt your head, eager for the crush of his intoxicating kisses.

Sighing, he pulls back and strokes the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. Then, without another word, he stands and collects his clothes.

Confusion fills your glassy eyes as he picks up his black and green striped sweater , brushing out any creases with his hand. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He slides his belt through the loops of his pants and you watch, your eyes lighting with a fresh desire of what’s to come later tonight.

“Can I go with you?”

“No,” he says, pulling his shirt back on. “I’ll just jerk off tonight. I’m a better fuck than you anyways.”

All of your softness vanished, humiliation burning like a forest fire in your eyes and your mind. “I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have.”

“I’m sure you think so. I’ll just go to my grave never knowing, or caring, really.” He jogs away and picks up your shoes tracing the patterns on the sides as he comes back over to you. “But you’ll always wonder how good this could have been. I don’t like cheaters and liars, and I can never be with one.” He tosses the high heels towards you. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Fuck you!” You hiss, attempting to throw one of your shoes at him, but he dodges it, beginning to walk away.

He smiles, giving you a wink. “That’s my Y/N. Feisty as always.”

And with that, Tate walks away into the darkness. Out of the garden. Out of town and back home to his house, the only place he felt like he truly belonged, among ghosts and sinners who did wrong in their lives. He breathes in the chilly air as the crack in the ice wall around his heart mends itself , growing thicker and stronger than ever before. Does he feel bad for you? Of course not!

After all, “Cheaters get what they deserve.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

A Whole Snacc

Eddie Brock x plus size reader x Venom

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Eddie’s life was chaotic and spiraling downwards when he stumbled into a little bookstore in search of food and met the most beautiful and clumsy woman he had ever seen in his life. She gives him and his alien passenger a new passion in life, loving their nibble.

bold venom speaking out-loud

italics venom speaking in Eddie’s head

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, bit of angst (I’m a sucker for misunderstandings, I’m sorry), shit tons of fluff, suggestive content, just a bit of Anne hate (I really don’t hate her, I just needed drama), Deadpool is thrown in here just for funsies, explicit language

Minors DNI

WC: 3.2k

The brightly lit café was a beacon in the dark of the freak blizzard that was ripping through San Francisco. Eddie was stumbling through the snow, tightly wrapping his leather jacket around himself. Venom was constantly chattering in his brain, telling him what a bitch he was for not reading the weather app this morning. “Will you just shut up! I know you’re hungry but everywhere is closed right now!” Well what about there! A black tendril shot out from beneath his coat and pointed to the little café nestled between two abandoned shops. He rushed forwards and threw open the door, welcoming the warmth.

“Hi! I was just about to close up but you’re more than welcome to stay until this storm blows over!” A melodic voice called out to him and when he looked up from wiping snow off of himself, they were met with the most beautiful sight. A woman stood in front of a row of bookshelves, her e/c eyes sparkling with kindness, her luscious curves were plump and soft, her heavy breast heaved with laughter at his state. “Oh god, I’m sorry, we didn’t realise you were about to close.” She waved an arm, dismissing the statement. “Don’t worry about it! I couldn’t let a handsome stranger in need freeze,” Eddie’s stomach rumbled, “or starve!” 

She moved gracefully through the shop to step behind the counter at the side. She looks delicious. “We can’t eat her!” Eddie whisper-yelled, making sure the woman didn’t hear him. “Now, what would you like to eat? I've still got a lot in stock, not many people came through today, or this week, or month.” She was fiddling with the display cabinet that held dozens of baked goods. CHOCOLATE!!! “Do you have anything chocolate? I have a real craving for it at the moment.” She gasped. “Of course I have chocolate! What do you take me for? I also have some hot chocolate if you want it!” Eddie smiled, “I would love some. How much is it?” “Oh it’s on the house!” He opened his mouth to argue, “Just your name and number would be payment enough.” She winked, sticking her hand out for him to shake, his own engulfed hers, both him and Venom savouring the softness and warmth of her hand. “Eddie Brock.” “Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Over the next months, Eddie spent as much time in the little bookstore as possible. Whenever they would enter the warmth and be surrounded by the smell of old books and coffee, Venom grew quiet and almost purred in Eddie’s chest. The coffee and the food was always delicious but they always went for her, their own little slice of heaven. She always greeted them with a smile, and as the months progressed and their friendship grew stronger, she would give them a hug when they entered and a kiss on the cheek when they left. Eddie and Venom both lived for her hugs, they were always warm and safe. And both of them secretly loved the way her plump flesh folded to their hard body, almost as if she was made for them.

Slowly but surely, they were falling in love. The type of love that consumes your whole being, that lights a fire in your heart, that gives you a reason to keep going to a boring and tedious 9 to 5 that sucks the life out of your soul just to see their smile at the end of the day. Eddie you must ask her out, I want to have our nibble all the time. “No dude, she doesn’t like us like that, besides I don’t think she would take too well to the alien parasite living inside me that lives off chocolate and brains.” Our nibble wouldn’t judge us!!! Venom swung his head around and growled at Eddie. “And that’s another thing! Stop calling her nibble! It’s weird!” No. He formed two arms from the head and crossed them in front of him, like he was pouting. But she is our nibble, we love her. Eddie sighed, sagging into their old couch. 

“She deserves someone better than us, no matter how much we love her.” She is perfect, she is so beautiful and delightfully plump. Eddie smirked. He loved everything about her, especially the soft flesh of her stomach and thighs, he often thought about what it would feel like if he just laid his head on her stomach as she ran her fingers through his hair. Or gripping her hips tightly as he rammed his cock deep inside of her. Venom’s smile widened. Tell her we love her, she loves us back, I know it. Don’t be a pussy Eddie. “Let me sleep on it, give me a chance to debate whether or not I should destroy the best friendship I’ve ever had just for the prospect of getting in her pants.” He sarcastically replied. Yes, do that!!! “I really need to teach you about sarcasm buddy.”

Today was not Y/N’s day. Firstly, her apartment building had a blackout last night so her alarm didn’t go off and she woke up late, then she spilled hot coffee all over her favourite shirt, ruining it, then when she finally got to the shop to open it, there had been a line of angry Karen’s around the block that demanded to speak to her manager because she had been late. 

And now she was sitting at the desk in the back of the café, crying her eyes out because the bank had just foreclosed on the building she was renting the shop for as well as her apartment building. So in a little less than a month, she would be homeless and jobless, with no money since she had invested everything she had into her bookstore/café. 

The only thing that would make this day better would be a visit from her favourite person, Eddie. She had fallen so quickly and deeply in love with him, it made her head spin. She lived for his jokes and witty banter. She even loved when he would rant about some corrupt politician or fucked up group. They had told each other all they could about themselves, she knew about Anne and truly felt for him, understanding his heartbreak, especially when she told him she got engaged to that doctor.

Y/N was sitting on a stool behind the counter reading, when she looked up to see a beautiful blonde woman standing by the large windows next to her. She seemed nervous but her face lit up when a man came around the corner. Y/N couldn’t see who it was but he hugged her awkwardly and they began to talk. She got bored watching their conversation and went back to her book but before she could, the blonde woman had grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket and kissed him. Y/N’s face heated at the graphic kiss and stumbled slightly, causing her to knock over the stool and the pair to separate and look at her. Y/N’s heart stopped and her tears returned. It was Eddie.

Venom had finally talked Eddie into telling Y/N how they felt. He had taken the day off of work to build up the confidence he needed to get his speech exactly right and hopefully, by the end of the night, he would finally have her in his arms. As evening rolled around, he dressed in newly washed clothes and even used a bit of cologne. He needed to look his best tonight. The walk to her shop was nerve wracking, his anxiety growing with every step. As they rounded the corner, he stopped in his tracks. Anne was here. What the fuck is she doing here?! We didn’t want to see her again! 

“Anne, hey what’s going on?” She turned to him, her eyes slightly puffy and red. “Eddie! I was looking for you. Do you think we could talk for a minute?” He was so tempted to say no, Venom shouting at him to just leave her and go to Y/N. He should’ve listened. “Um yeah I’ve got a minute.” She took a deep breath. “Dan and I broke up.” “I’m sorry to hear about that, you two were good together.” Good now let’s go to our Nibble! But Anne kept talking. “There was a lot wrong I guess and the main thing being that I’m still in love with you.” “What.” “I’m still in love with you and want to give us another chance.” She stepped forward but Eddie was in too much shock to move and she kissed him fiercely. 

Venom took over his arms and pushed her away. They stood there awkwardly for a moment when a crash broke the silence. Eddie turned and was faced with a sight he never wanted to see. Y/N stood behind the glass, hands covering her mouth in shock as tears streamed down her face. She looked completely heart broken. “Y/N! Wait!” She ran from the window and to the back of the shop, disappearing from view.

“Why the fuck did you do that Anne!” His blood boiled. “I thought you still had feelings for me!” She defended herself. “We absolutely don’t! Did you ever fucking that that maybe we would move on? And you just blew my chance with the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met so thank you. Don’t contact us again.” He stormed away, not minding that Venom used his arm to hold up the middle finger.

“Y/N?” He called out into the empty store but got no response. The back door out into the ally behind the shop was wide open. Eddie sighed and closed it as he went back inside. He collapsed at the desk, rubbing his palms into his eyes in frustration. Venom came out of his shoulder and tried to wipe some of the tear away. 

We should find nibble, she would understand. “This was already a bad idea! Now we’ve fucked everything up!” But she was crying! We need to go comfort her! “No man, we have to give her space, like we should’ve been doing before.” Venom grumbled but went quiet. 

Eddie went home, had a long soak in the shower, with a bit more crying, and went to bed. Venom didn’t mention the foreclosure notice he saw laying on her desk.

Eddie was dead asleep when Venom put his plan into motion. He slowly engulfed his body, making sure not to jostle him too much. Once Venom had completely taken over, he jumped out of the window and began his journey across the city.

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Y/N had gone into full-on breakup mode, a pint of ice cream sat on her thick thighs, her phone on speaker beside her. “I just really liked him Wade. But I guess he’s not over his ex. And she’s so perfect, those long legs and blonde hair. And I’m just fat.” Her voice dripped with venom (Sorry I had to do it). “The hell are you talking about mama bear!” Wade’s voice carried through the phone, “You are all woman! That stomach! Those thighs! Those arms! Those tits! That ass! You are sex incarnate honey and I would totally jump on that were it not for the metal dick I’m currently riding! Isn’t that right honey!” A muffled ‘yeah sure’ came through the phone, followed by ‘wait what did I just agree to’. 

“Sweetheart, sugar bear, the love of my very long life. You are an absolute catch and anyone would be lucky to have you. If this Eddie asshole can’t see how truly wonderful you are, then it’s his loss. Maybe this means I can get you to come home and we can have sleepovers and do makeup and rob some convenience stores! Maybe I can even hook you up with Cable, he needs to get some sort of sexual relief, I swear, he’s more backed up than my bowels after Taco bell night.” Y/N giggled. “Gross Wade!” “Well my lovely, I miss you a lot. Don’t spend too long wallowing over this douchebag. Set his car on fire and move on! Come home soon though.” “I will. Love you Wade, give my love to Piotr and everyone else ok?” “Definitely! Tootles!” She hung up the phone and suddenly felt better about the situation. Maybe she should move back home, she missed her friends, especially Wade. “I’ll start packing in the morning,” She determined, “But first, ice cream.”

The TV was still playing a random sitcom when Venom reached her apartment. He cooed as he watched her peacefully sleep, an empty carton of ice cream on her coffee table. He snuck over to her, cupping her face with his massive clawed hand. Wake up nibble, we must speak to you. She stirred slightly, hands coming up to rub at her eyes. 

“Am I hallucinating or is there a giant slime creature in my living room?” I promise you that we are real. “And what are we called?” He grinned widely, satisfied that she wasn’t scared of him. We are Venom. She stuck her hand out for him to shake. “It’s nice to meet you Venom, but if you don’t mind me asking, why are you in my apartment at,” She squinted, looking at her clock, “2:13 in the morning?” 

He held her hands in his own. Eddie is an idiot and a pussy so I came here to tell you that we love you. When I came to Earth, I just wanted to kill and create chaos but Eddie taught me about love. I love Eddie but I also love you nibble. You are kind and soft where Eddie is hard. Both of us live for your smile. We are truly sorry about Anne. We do not love her, not at all, not anymore. Eddie does not think he deserves your love. We are so sorry. Please don’t leave us.

The tears had come back full force, and it was definitely an ugly cry at this point. “Oh Venom, you didn’t have to come all this way to say that but I love you too. And I know that I’ve only technically known you since five minutes ago but if Eddie trusts you enough to let you live in his body, then you must be good.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. His smile widened and he pulled her into a hug, sitting on the couch with her wrapped around him. I love you nibble. “I love you Venom.”

As dawn broke over the city, Eddie shifted in his sleep, trying to bring his arm up to shield his eyes from the light but something was stopping him. He forced his eyes open, and saw something incredible. Y/N was on his lap, head buried into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his broad chest and sleeping peacefully. You’re welcome, don’t fuck this up. Venom grumbled out before going silent again. Eddie just held her tighter and fell back asleep with a smile on his face.

“Good morning sleepy head! Hope you like bacon and eggs!” He groaned, back cracking as he stretched. “What happened last night? How did I get here?” She placed a coffee in front of him, perfectly made as always. “Venom paid me a visit last night.” Eddie’s head shot up. “He what!” She giggled. “Venom came over around 2 this morning and told me that you two loved me and that whatever that thing with Anne was meant nothing.” 

“He didn’t try to hurt you right.” “Of course he didn’t Eds,” She walked around to his side of the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck, his own hands falling to her hips, “But now it’s my turn to get all sappy. I love you Eddie, I’ve loved you since you tripped into my shop. You both have enchanted me every day and if you’d have me, I would love to be yours.” He smiled widely and bent down to kiss her deeply.

Y/N had grown up reading stories of incredible romance and love, her favourite had always been the Princess Bride. She had always wondered how magical their kisses were, and now she knew. Eddie consumed her being. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her impossibly close as the kiss began to heat up. She smiled as she felt another set of arms curl around her. “I love you so much.” He whispered as they broke away. “I love you both so much.” Eddie smiled broadly and kissed her again.

When Y/N had told Eddie that her shop and apartment building had been foreclosed while they lay in bed together, coming down from their highs, he immediately told her that they were going to move in together. “Don’t you think that’s going a bit fast?” He huffed. “Are you kidding?! You fell in love with me and a possessive alien parasite, we’re never letting you go. We’re speed running this bitch. I’m buying a ring next week.” Laughter shook through her as he held her closer, laughing along with her.

Wiping her tears away, she looked back up at him. “I was thinking of moving back to New York, I’ve got a lot of friends there and I haven’t seen them since I moved. They really want me to come home.” “Alright we’re going to New York!” Venom made his appearance then, nodding in agreement with his host. “I can’t ask you to do that, Eds. I can stay here and just visit them.” “Nonsense, I want a fresh start too. Away from everything in this city, and I can think of no better fresh start than to have it with you.” He nuzzled his nose into her cheek. She shoved him slightly. “You’re such a sap Brock.” “But we’re your sap.” “Yeah you are.” She smiled fondly.

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The last of the boxes had been brought up to their new apartment. We have a home now Eddie. “We do bud. We do.” “What are you two knucklehead talking about?” Y/N walked out of the bedroom, dressed only in a pair of short shorts and a tank top without a bra, which both Venom and Eddie appreciated. “Just talking about how gorgeous you are, love.” Eddie is right, you are delectable nibble. “Oh stop it.” Her cheeks were heated in embarrassment. They wrapped her in a hug, swaying slightly. “I love you boys.” “We love you too.” Just as they bent down to kiss her the front door burst open and a red spandex clad man ran into the room. 

“Baby cakes!” Eddie had shoved Y/N behind his back, ready to protect her but she stepped forward and embraced the man. “Who is that?” They separated and she smiled widely. “This is Wade Wilson, Deadpool. He’s my best friend.” “And I heard you were the bitch that broke her heart.” He pulled out a katana and rushed at Eddie, screaming out a battle cry.

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[ramzawrites]

Idea: Chaotic Creeper Hybrid!Reader holding something, that can conduct electricity, up while a thunderstorm is happening. They’re just screaming "strike me down Zeus!" while panicked SBI is trying to stop them. Tommy probably cheering reader on?

Strike me down, Zeus! - Creeper!Hybrid!Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request :D

Summary: When Y/N ran out to get intentionally hit by lightning, of course their family runs after them to make sure they don’t die! Well, Tommy was excited to see if Y/N could indeed be charged up like a proper creeper seeing how they were a Creeper Hybrid, but that was just Tommy being Tommy. Philza, Wilbur and Techno though were very much intent on saving Y/N from their own stupidity.

Words count: 1365

Authors Note: Thanks for the request! It was fun writing something more lighthearted and shorter :D Would love some feedback on this one!

„Come on! Do it you coward!” Y/N frantically yelled out as they climbed up another hill, still holding firmly onto the trident.

The rain was making it a bit harder for their feet to find solid ground to climb but somehow, they managed to get on top of the hill. Their clothes wet and caked in mud, but they made it on top of the highest place around at least. Ignoring the worried and scared yells from their adopted family.

Well, everyone but one was worried. The youngest of the group was cheering them on. Throwing his fists in the air as he peeled his eyes for what might happen.

Philza opened his wings and jumped up into the air. Trying to get closer to Y/N but still making sure to stay away from them as they swayed around his trident.

“Give that back to me, kid!”

But Y/N just turned around, looked him in the eyes and begun jumping in the air, holding the weapon high above their head.

Another lightning struck down somewhere but nowhere near Y/N which seemed to infuriate the Creeper Hybrid even more “Fuck!”

As Phil landed close by them, but not too close to avoid being accidentally struck by lightning as well should it indeed happen, he stretched his hand out “Give me my trident back, Y/N! You will fucking die!”

Y/N just turned around and let out a sharp hiss, their eyes lighting up similar how Creepers do right before they blow up, but Y/N stopped themself. They could emit something like a blast but it hurt them as well, so they often just used the flashing as a threat.

After all they have blown themself up in the past just to prove a point, so it wasn’t an entirely empty threat.

Now the group consisting of Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy arrived as well. Having to climb up since none of them could fly like Philza.

Technoblade tiredly rubbed his face as he stared at Y/N who was still swinging the trident into the air, jumping to reach further up.

“Y/N do you really wanna die like that? It would be a pretty cringe death not gonna lie.”

He loved his sibling but, man, sometimes they were a handful.

Before Y/N could even defend themself Tommy chimed in “No! Do it, Y/N! You can kind of blow up like a creeper so why shouldn’t you be able to charge yourself like one!”

Of course, Tommy would encourage them even more. The two were hunkering down an hour ago and the rest of the family just assumed they were scheming, which in a way was true but the others didn’t expect them to discuss what would happen if Y/N, the resident Creeper Hybrid, got struck by lightning.

Wilbur was biting on his lower lip. Trying to hide an amused smile and instead put on a worried expression. As much as he revelled in chaos like the others, this was a bit too dangerous “Come on. Just get back home. I’m freezing. Aren’t you freezing?”

With an almost incredulous look on their face, Y/N’s gaze pierced through Wilbur cool and relaxed façade. This really spiked his worry now. They weren’t just doing this for fun or to cause chaos, no, they were deadest on doing this.

“For real! Let’s get home!” he tried to reinforce his statement but Y/N’s head turned back around into the air.

Staring at the black clouds as the rain continued to fall. Their clothes wet. Didn’t even bother putting on a jacket. Just standing their in their simple clothing with their arms far above their head.

Philza took a step closer. Y/N was compared to the others further up on the hill but also surrounded by a drop all around them. So, realistically they could properly do something, but it was dangerous with them swinging around a weapon that also worked as a conductor during the storm.

“Y/N! This isn’t funny! You will seriously get hurt!” Philza urged them again.

Suddenly the world lit up again, closely followed by a loud crash. Lightning struck again but sadly, or luckily, nowhere near Y/N.

Y/N let out a frustrated yell “Come on! Strike me down Zeus! Do it you coward!”

Tommy groaned as well, directing his eyes towards the clouds as well “Seriously! Do it you pussy!”

This earned him a soft slap against the back of his head by Techno who just shook his head like only a disappointed older brother could. Naturally, Tommy responded with sticking his tongue out just like only a younger brother could.

While those two were dealing with each other, both Philza and Wilbur saw their chance. Lightning just struck that meant they had a small window to get to Y/N.

The two ran.

Wilbur slipped for a second on the wet grass but caught himself before he lost balance, following his father who was running towards his, frankly idiotic, kid with a determined expression. Brows pulled deeply down.

Y/N only noticed how Wilbur and Philza were running towards them when it was already too late. Both had their hands outstretched and crashed into them. Pulling them down into the mud, wrestling the trident out of their hand.

“That’s unfair!”

“We are saving your life, idiot!” Wilbur grumbled as he gave Philza his trident back, “Now, home.”

Wilbur didn’t often act as a proper older brother, only occasionally bringing out the “older brother voice”, but Y/N still tried to get back up. Trying to lunge for the trident. Steal it back. Fortunately, Wilbur caught them and just threw them on his shoulder which left them only able to drum and punch him in his back.

He immediately made sure to slowly jog the hill back down. Ignoring the writhing and yelling Y/N who just wanted to satisfy their curiosity! How dare he! How dare he care about their wellbeing and make sure they would be fine!

“What? You went down so easily, Y/N!” Tommy yelled out surprised as he watched Wilbur pass him and Techno, earning himself another soft slap to the back of his head. It didn’t hurt but did bring the message across.

All the while Philza was sighing, clutching the trident, slowly following his children down. Sometimes he wondered what he did to live through this kind of chaos while only on one life left.

“I’m gonna blow you up, Wil!” Y/N hissed as they continued to try to get out of his grip.

This time Techno softly bopped them on the head “Don’t even try it. Stop having a temper tantrum you are too old for this. It’s embarrassing. Besides, we are just making sure you are alright. I’m sure we can find other more safer ways to test out if you can become a charged creeper, well, charged Creeper Hybrid.”

This seemed to calm them down a little bit. A spark of hope burning in their eyes only for them to pout and look away “I mean, I guess.”

“But not today! You gave me an Ender damned heart attack, Y/N! Never do that again.” Philza spoke up, still making sure to keep the trident out of Y/N’s reach.

Y/N had to concede. There was no way they could get out of Wilbur’s grip like this, especially while they were surrounded by their family. Instead, they made peace with the fact that they wouldn’t get to test their theory today.

Still pouting once they were back inside their home, now in clean clothes and sitting close to the warm fire as Philza and Techno prepared some hot drinks for the family. Wilbur grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself while also enveloping Y/N. All of them being frozen from the storm outside.

Even still, they all got colds afterwards and Y/N felt a tiny bit guilty, though this got thrown out the window as soon as Techno announced he would start on helping researching ways to test Y/N’s hypothesis.

Wanting to do it correctly and as safely as possible.

It didn’t surprise neither Techno nor Y/N when Tommy asked to help as well, even if only to use the knowledge to plan up more schemes with them.

[redrobin-detective]

the only ghost in Amity Park

Continuation of Half Of

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Only in Amity Park did the revelation that a local teenager was sorta, kinda a ghost just blow over in a few days. Sure, people still stared at Danny Fenton as he walked by and everyone was still wondering what exactly he was, but overall life had moved on. Star sighed to herself as she organized her notebooks, waiting for class to begin. Just another day.

Star herself really didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on with Danny. She didn’t like him before he was a celebrity and didn’t plan on starting anytime soon. While Paulina still relentlessly, and vainly, pumped him for information on her dead boy crush, Phantom and he and Dash formed some weird macho bond or whatever, Star avoided him. He’d given her the chills since the day he’d walked into Casper High. When Danny’s secret had been exposed mid-attack, Star hadn’t been surprised. She didn’t need some ghost to tell her that there was something deeply, unsettlingly wrong with Danny Fenton.

Danny didn’t seem particular bothered, by his inhuman nature or by suddenly having his secret exposed. If anything, the nerd looked more relaxed than ever. Star had been watching him, they all had, but Fenton kept his ghostly antics to a minimum when in public. The occasional flash of green eyes when emotional, a grin of sharpened teeth. He made Mikey’s locker lock intangible the other day when the kid had forgotten his combination and he floated down the stairs instead of walking sometimes. It had been a week and it was  frightening how quickly such strangeness had become almost normal. 

“Alright kids, phones and notes away we’re starting class with a pop quiz. Hope you’ve all kept up with your weekly readings,” Faluca announced cheerily. The whole class, including Fenton, moaned and packed up their bags. Star supposed being an undead being haunting his own life didn’t make him immune from normal human problems. She was biting her lip trying to remember which antibody caused allergic reactions when she got an uneasy feeling. She looked up and was not surprised to see Danny Fenton looking around too. It had been a solid week without ghost attacks, looks like Fenton’s supposed vacation time was up.

Star stopped her writing and adjusted the bag at her feet to prep for evacuation. She briefly wondered what Fenton would do, what he could do? Did he also hunt ghosts, like his parents? Like Phantom? There were no blasts, no screams, no monologues but the dread increased when a ghost shield descended over them. Actually, it looked like it was just covering their classroom. Now everyone was looking up from their quizzes and out the window at the flickering, green shield.

“You’d think the administration would’ve warned me we were going to do a drill,” Faluca said but his voice was hesitant. Clearly this wasn’t planned so despite the lack of alarms, there was a good chance this was real. “Pencils down for the moment while I figure out what’s going on.”

“Mr. Faluca, I need to go,” Danny said, raising his hand. Star was so used to hearing the request she almost ignored him but the dread curling in her stomach made her look again. His face was pinched, sharp and his eyes burned with an icy fury like a sudden storm blowing in without warning. 

“Mr. Fenton, I don’t think...” Faluca murmured uneasily. Danny frowned harder.

“It wasn’t a request, actually,” Danny said roughly as he stood up and began walking towards the door. He was almost there when the door slammed open and Fenton had no less than 3 ectoweapons pointed in his face. A few kids jumped back in alarm but Danny held his ground as half a dozen Guys in White agents entered the room and surrounded him.

“Spectral scum formerly known as Daniel Fenton, you’re coming with us,” one of the agents said. 

“Danny not Daniel and it’s still my name,” Danny quipped, eyeing each of the government officials and their weapons. “And no, I’m not. I’m still alive, somewhat anyway, so I have rights. The courts backed me up.”

“Everyone who signed for your freedom doesn’t know ghosts like we do,” Another agent said so forcefully, some spittle flew out of their mouth and hit Danny’s cheek. Star watched it freeze and fall away the instant it hit his skin. “Your kind are too dangerous to wander around, you need to be contained and eliminated. Don’t worry, your parents will receive a sizable check as recompense.”

“I’m the one who needs to be contained?” Danny said slowly, evenly but there was a static to his voice that caused the hairs on the back of Star’s neck to rise. When she breathed out, she saw her breath was misting. Everyone’s was as the room temperature continued to plummet. “When you come in here and take hostages to threaten me?” Danny hissed, he took a step forward and his eyes took on a neon green glow. “You didn’t come to my home or on the streets, you came to take me in the middle of biology when I’m surrounded by civilians, kids.”

“You delude yourself into thinking you’re still human,” another agent scoffed. “Everyone knows ghosts are weaker when giving into their obsession.” Danny laughed, it was loud and mocking and like fingernails running down a chalkboard. Faluca, stuck in between Danny and the agents, was white as a sheet and gripping his desk like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

“You know nothing,” Danny hissed, his voice barely recognizable as human. His hair and shirt floated in an invisible but angry breeze. Frost crawled up his arms and his face. Various ecto alarms were ringing on the belts of the agents and they started to look a bit nervous. He looked nothing like the kid who, minutes before, had clearly been struggling with their bio quiz. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with. You cannot come into my haunt and threaten my people to get to me. Protecting what is mine will always make me stronger!” 

“This whole town is constantly under attack because of things like you!” One particularly brave agent said even as a few others had backed up. “Amity Park is on the verge of collapse because of all the ghosts!”

“There is only one ghost in Amity Park,” Danny said, he tilted his head, his black and white hair dangling in his face as he gave a sharpened smile. “There is only me and the ghosts I allow, ghosts who know the rules, who respect my authority here by keeping damage to people and property down. I am the only ghost haunting this town and why do you think that is?” One agent threw down his gun and ran through the open door.

“You’re-you’re a monster!” Another woman shouted, shaking as she stepped back before fleeing.

“I’m not the one who needs to threaten innocents to get to their target,” Danny sneered. “It’s a good thing you did though, I wouldn’t hold back if I wasn’t worried about collateral.” Another three agents turned tail and ran. Until there was only one left. His gun was still trained on Danny but his hands were shaking. 

“You don’t scare us,” the agent trembled through the obvious lie having been abandoned by his comrades. “We’ll get you monster, if it’s the last thing we do.”

“Looking forward to it,” Danny drawled sarcastically as some of his horrifying aura dissipated along with the freezing grip on the room. Within moments Danny has settled back into more human form. While he’d been angry before, now he looked almost bored. At no point had he seemed afraid. 

“You take your people and your equipment and you leave Amity’s borders by sunset tonight,” Danny declared resolutely. “If you have continued problems with my existence, you take it up with the courts. We settle this as humans but if you treat me as a ghost then I will fight back like one.” His eyes turned green again as a threat. As a promise. 

“I don’t take orders from spooks!” The agent shouted, securing his finger on the trigger and preparing to fire. Star had ducked to avoid the blast so she missed exactly what happened. All she saw was the green glow and heard a strangled scream from the agent followed by a series of thumps. By the time Star had gotten back into her seat, Danny was aggressively pulling apart the ectogun with his bare hands. There was no sign of the agent and, around them, the ghost shield fizzled away. 

“Jerks,” Danny grumbled, kicking at the remains of the ectogun he’d destroyed. “Sorry about that, Mr. Faluca. I knew they’d cause problems but I didn’t think they’d come to school.” Their teacher stared at Danny like a rabbit facing down a lion. “You okay?”

“Fine, Mr. Fenton, just fine!” Falcua grinned in a high pitched voice. “Shall we get back to our quizzes?” The bell rang just then and Danny did a little fist pump.

“Tomorrow then? After I get a chance to study more?” Danny asked with puppy dog eyes. It looked wrong on his face that had just threatened the government with bodily harm. Faluca just nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say. “Yes! I’ll pass tomorrow for sure. The attention kinda sucks but it does come with some perks.”

He walked back to his desk, ignoring the wide-eyed looks of the class when he stopped and gasped, his breath fogging in front of him. His lips pursed again with annoyance. A few people jumped in surprise as the Box Ghost, a familiar annoyance, poked his head through the wall.

“Child! Your requested reprieve is up and the Box Ghost is here to cause insurmountable square shenanigans!” He laughed heartily, stopping when the room temperature dropped again. Danny didn’t even turn to face the ghost. 

“Your watch is off, Boxy. I have another 10 hours before I have to deal with you annoyances again,” Danny growled. “I’m feeling good right now, take advantage of it and leave in one piece.”

“Uh right okay then,” the ghost stammered, sinking back into the wall. “See you tomorrow.” Danny cracked his neck before he walked to his desk, grabbed his things and walked to the front of the room.

“Late bell’s gonna ring any minute, you guys should hurry if you don’t wanna be late,” Danny said as he left. Falcua’s strength gave out as soon as Fenton was gone and he hit the floor, one hand clutching at his chest.

“Jeepers,” Mikey surmised appropriately before stuffing his things in his bag and leaving as well. Star watched everyone loosen up themselves and begin gathering their things to leave. No, she would never like Danny Fenton but he and his ghost weirdness was just part of the deal now, whether they wanted it or not. Such was life in the most haunted city in America which was only haunted by a single ghostly entity.

[quartzwriting]

Cold Outside

Pairing: Arc Trooper Fives X Jedi Reader (no y/n) (gender neutral/no pronouns)

Description: You’re stuck with the 501st camping on a snowy planet during Life Day. You were hoping to make it back to Coruscant, but you were all caught in a blizzard. Fives notices how upset it makes you. 

Warnings: Implied smut at the end, small injury and descriptions of a burn, mentions of food and eating

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: First installment to my annual December event! Link for schedule and other fics below. Enjoy! PSA: I love Fives! Also I'm gonna be adding more dates and fics to the list tmr!

Part of my DEC 2021 HOLIDAY MASTERLIST

Masterlist | Fic Reading Recs | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee

You stared out into the snowy wasteland. It was a full blizzard at this point. The ship that you and the troopers took here was slowly gathering a blanket of snow on top. You really hoped it did not pile up to the point where it was stuck. The circumstances of this mission were tough enough. And if you had to spend one more night than you already needed to on this freezing planet you might go insane. 

Stuck on Hoth on the eve of Life Day. Great, you thought. You were supposed to be back home at the temple. The mission was going perfect. You and your boys were making good time up until the weather got harsh. You should have seen it coming, being on this planet that was known for its heavy snowfall. You and the boys were too caught up in clearing out the nearby Separatist base. Someone had mentioned that the scanners were detecting incoming clouds, but you ignored it. The circumstances were looking like you could make it out in time. But the atmosphere had become too dense for safe departure. You all had found refuge in a cave in a mountain face, being shielded from the snow. 

But it was still so cold. You clung to your Jedi cloak, the hood being threatened to blow off your head. And you continued to stare at the snow like you despised the stuff. You sort of did. All you wanted was to be back home.

Someone had called your name. They all had the same voice, but you could tell the difference. Especially his. It was always his checking on you. If it wasn’t Rex, it was him.

You heard Fives walk up to you. A hand rested on your shoulder. It felt physically cold through the fabric of your cloak. It was like everything around you, too cold. But it was warm in the Force. His touch always did. You looked at him. The skin on his face was flushed slightly from the low temperature. He looked so cute. 

“You alright?”

You nodded in a fake yes, “Yeah, I’m good,” Gesturing down to your bacta patch wrapped forearm, from where you had been burned during the mission, “it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Your eyes darted back to the endless white for a second.

“I know that look,” you could never fool him, “you sure?”

All you did was sigh. You really wanted to wake up to Life Day back at the temple. The celebrations there, and on Coruscant in general, you always looked forward to. Every cycle since you were small, you had been there. You felt like you were going to miss a bit of it. Maybe the whole thing if this snow kept going.

One look and it was like Fives knew. Like he saw the pain on your cold-kissed face. “I’m sorry we got caught in this storm.”

“It’s not your fault, don’t apologize.”

A gust of wind rushed by, blowing your cloak behind you and your hood astray. You cringed at how it bit at your skin. Fives subconsciously reached out and fixed your hood. He then turned you away from facing the opening of the cave, hands on your shoulders comforting. “Come on,” he lead you away from the spot you had glued yourself to, an arm around you now, “it’s too cold out here.”

The rest of the 501st that had come on this mission had set up a little camp inside the cave. They put up the tents to keep you all out of the cold during the night. Gear was everywhere in an organized chaos fashion. Rations were being passed around for dinner. Jesse was tending to a fire that somehow miraculously existed, probably from the supplies of an survival emergency kit. The soldiers were warming themselves, helmets off and cold pieces of armour discarded. 

They made room for you around the makeshift campfire, shifting to squeeze you in their little circle. You kneeled to the ground to sit, reaching your cold hands towards the flames. Fives sat right beside you. Rex handed you a ration pack. 

You were trying to open the package with numb fingers when Hardcase said “I could really go for some roasted tip yip right now.”

All the men stared at him. Jesse punched him in the shoulder. You let out a long sigh before biting into the dry food. It tasted like nothing.

“Really, Hardcase?” Fives threatened.

“What?” He replied.

You continued to eat, quiet. A few more scolded Hardcase, but you tuned it out. The tension was thick with your disappointment.

Fives wanted to do something. But he really did not know what. He couldn’t put an arm around you and hold you close, kiss your temple and whisper words of encouragement. You both were a secret, sacred and forbidden to display openly in front of all his brothers here. The rules on Jedi attachments held it back. You made this crystal clear when you both decided to finally give into the connection that had formed. But he really wanted to reach out for you right now.

Kix came up to you with a medical kit. It was something, Fives thought. It was like he was cutting through the tension. He was thankful that it was a distraction for you.

“Let’s look at your arm,” Kix sat down. You pulled your arm out of the warmth of being underneath your cloak, outstretching the fore arm that was dressed with the bacta patch. He reached out with gentle fingers and unwrapped it. The burn wasn’t too big, but it still hurt when exposed to the cold air. 

“I have to clean it again,” 

You groaned.

“I know,” Kix had a small smile, “but it will heal better.”

He pulled out a bottle from his kit and you prepared for what was coming. When he poured a small amount on your burn, it stung badly and you hissed. Out of habit, your other hand flew to the side and grabbed Fives’ gloved one. You squeezed it.

Fives really hoped that non of his brothers thought anything of it. That it was just you reaching for your best friend when you were in pain. His hand squeezed yours back in empathy.

“It will heal, but it will probably scar.” Kix put a fresh bacta patch on your burn. You thanked him. 

When the pain was gone, you unraveled your fingers from Fives’. Your hand felt the chill of the air again as well as the absence of him. All you wanted to do was hold him. The men were back to talking, things about the mission and various other things, but all you heard was the empty silence of being homesick on a day like this. It was a lonely feeling, even when you were surrounded by some of your friends. 

~~~

It was the dead of night when you heard the lightest of footsteps. They were approaching your tent. You knew who it was, his fingerprint-like identity in the Force so recognizable to you. You stirred in your cot to look up towards the door of your tent. The air was cool, but it was downright freezing when Fives opened the flap to slip in. It hit your face so quickly and you pulled your blanket up to shield yourself.

He closed it just as quickly as he had opened it. You peered back out and there was Fives in his blacks, slightly shivering in the almost darkness. With sleepy eyes, you smiled up at him and lifted your blanket to invite him in. The two of you squished together on the small cot, legs intertwined and chests pressed together. He pulled the blanket over and tucked you both in.

Your lips found his immediately. Hands found your waist and roamed around to your back and thighs. His body was cold from the kiss of the Hoth air, but he soon started to warm up from your own body heat. The temperature that was first on him was not like the bite of the Hoth air, instead it tickled.

“Happy Life Day, babe,” he whispered in your ear. His breath warmed your skin.

“Thank you,” you giggled, “Happy Life day, Fives.”

“I’m so sorry you’re not back at the temple. I know how much you were looking forward to today.”

“That’s okay.” It kind of felt like it wasn’t, but he made it seem like it was.

He held you tight, “I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“I’m not that sad anymore, cause I get to cuddle you,” you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

He chuckled and you felt its rumble. The two of you laid like that for a little, you clinging onto him instead of the emotions of dread you had been feeling. He was a good anchor. Always has been for you. 

And as expected and anticipated, his hands began to wander. One hand was making its way down, experienced fingers tracing the waistband of your pants. They left sparks in their path.

“Fives, they might hear us,” your voice was breathless.

His other hand came up to cover your mouth, “You better keep quiet then.”

A smutty part two later in the month??? 

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 396

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hi everyone !!! here we are with the weekly update hehe, and it's a brief chapter but it does direct it up to the next one, and that'll be far more ... happening ... if you catch my drift 🤣

anyways, apologies for the silence again - uni has been absolutely kicking my butt and I'm lowkey on the verge of burnout but we'll pull through !!!

hope you enjoy the chapter 🥺❤️

Jungkook sits across from Jennie when it happens.

“What the—?”

“We need to talk.” Jimin glares, hand already grabbing him by the collar when he tugs Jungkook out of his seat. He doesn’t bother to send Jennie a look of acknowledgment, though he doubts she’s at any fault. He was only there for one thing and the subject of his disdain only looks perplexed and confused.

“Can we do this later?” Jungkook huffs, gesturing between his body and Jennie’s. She’s blinking at the interaction, then picks up her purse to shoot the two boys a half-hearted smile.

“I think I know what you needed to say,” She smiles. Then she looks over to Jimin who’s still glaring down at the younger boy, “Good luck.”

Her wish only makes Jungkook gulp, but he can more or less guess what Jimin is dragging him by collar about.

When he manages to ruffle his clothes back into position and sees the angry slope of Jimin’s back, he takes a deep breath. Jimin was by no means a terrifying person on average, in fact, he was quite debatably one of the most pleasant people anyone could know.

But Jimin was loyal and he stuck by the people he cared about with all his heart. He’d fight and he’d defend them till the end of time, and you were no different. Especially since the two of you grew up with each other, Jimin seeing you grow from an inquisitive toddler to the intelligent woman you were today—Jimin would die to protect you.

So when Jimin shuffles through his backpack to hand Jungkook a pack of ice, he can only stare at the cold object in the palm of his hands.

“What is this—?”

“You’ll need it.” Jimin deadpans, then he’s rolling up his sleeves.

“I thought we were talking?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

“We are,” Jimin retorts, eyes unblinking when he stares the younger boy down with a heavy-lidded gaze, “After I beat your ass for fucking _____ over.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, ready to defend but Jimin’s resolute glare only makes him cower in submission. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that there was no way he could get a word in even to meekly apologise because when Jimin had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t stop until that goal was achieved.

And it seems that Jimin’s goal was to give Jungkook a physical reminder on why he shouldn’t fuck with the things or people he loved.

“Let me take off my jacket,” Jungkook mutters, defeated.

After multiple shoves against the wall and a generous swing to his cheek, Jungkook is begrudgingly holding the ice-pack against his bruising face.

Jimin doesn’t look apologetic when the two of them sit side-by-side on the sidewalk, or even when Jungkook’s lip busted open. He knew Jungkook could take it, he was twice his size. Even more so, Jungkook knew Jimin had every reason to act the way he did.

“Thanks for the ice pack, by the way,” Jungkook says sarcastically, wincing when he moves his mouth a little too much.

Jimin doesn’t gratify him with a response, instead levels a stare so menacing that it could send anyone running. But Jungkook’s done a bit too much of that recently; so he stays, braces himself for the words that were to leave Jimin’s lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook sighs, scrunching his face before tossing the ice pack aside. He supposed that it was nearly useless, nearly melting into a puddle that drips down his arm uncomfortably.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses softly.

“You’ve got a set of nerves on you if you thought it was ever okay to say the shit you did to her, let alone a human being.” Jimin frowns, pulling Jungkook but his collar so that he’d look at him.

Jimin’s face is permanently etched into a scowl, but Jungkook already knows he’s fucked up. The constant reminder of you turning to different directions whenever you’d spot him was enough to hurt more than a punch to the face.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Do you, Jungkook?” Jimin spits, glaring down at the boy who remains helpless under his grasp, “I told you to not fuck with her and you deliberately went against what I said.” His reminder is vicious and quiet, a hiss in the wind that blows.

Jungkook hears it loud and clear, “I know,” He exasperates, still as frustrated with himself as he was with the entire situation, “I know.” He repeats, more defeatedly.

Jimin shoves Jungkook back by releasing his grip around the collar that he nearly stumbles. But Jungkook catches himself just barely when Jimin rises to his feet, looking down at his younger friend like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoes.

“Why?” Jimin asks after a beat of silence.

Jungkook purses his lips. He knows why, but he still can’t bring himself to say it. Not when he knows he’s fucked up and Jimin is rightfully furious. He knows Taehyung knows at this point too, there was nothing that Jimin knew that Taehyung didn’t. It was just that Jimin was the more confrontational one where Taehyung was passively aggressive with his anger.

“I …” Jungkook trails off weakly, standing up to reach Jimin’s height but despite his friend being taller, his presence was already intimidating enough.

“You doing that shit with her was one thing, because if it was consensual I’d go on my merry way,” Jimin sneers, poking a firm finger into Jungkook’s chest, “But you had to go and poke at her insecurities to hurt her. On purpose. That’s where you fucked up. Royally.”

Jungkook blinks, intently listening and observing the way Jimin’s chest rises and falls with every breath he heaves.

“It’s taking everything in me not to smear your reputation on campus for the shit you did,” Jimin’s eyes flutters shut and his voice is threatening. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he still remains quiet, “But against my better conscience, you’re my friend. And I’m so fucking disappointed in you.” Jimin croaks like he’s conflicted.

And for the first time ever since the conversation started, Jungkook feels bad for Jimin; specifically. He knew that it was difficult to defend your friend while berating another, and he hated himself for putting him into a difficult position. It was an internal dispute that Jimin and Taehyung would have to face between holding Jungkook accountable and leaving him to dust.

There was history, between the four of you. But there was unseen history between Jimin and Jungkook that you and Taehyung hadn’t seen, and Jungkook’s always regarded Jimin as an older brother, honorific aside.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers.

Jimin looks up, glaring at the apology like he’s sworn at him.

“I can’t believe you.” He sneers, barring his teeth intimidatingly while Jungkook swallows.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his feet, and for a moment he feels like a child being scolded but he knew that children would never say anything as vicious as he did, unless they were a product of their environments.

Jungkook still can’t justify his words, or why he said them. But a deep part of his recognises that it was his insecurities peeking through and him weaponising a weapon powerful enough to shoot himself dead.

“This isn't my apology to accept,” Jimin says sternly, “But even if it was—I could never forget what you said to her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, eyes still cast downwards.

“What does this …” he trails off, finally looking up to see Jimin carding a hand through his hair in exasperation and a pinched expression marring his face, “Where does this leave us?’

Jimin knows Jungkook’s asking about the state of their friendship together.

But the anger is blinding and overwhelming, so instead; he tosses his backpack over his shoulder before turning on his heel, head looking back ever so slightly to level Jungkook with a final gaze intense enough to speak for itself.

“Here,” Jimin declares, gesturing to the abandoned ice pack, the bruised cheek and knuckles, “Until you decide to get your shit together, I need time away from you. If not, I’m going to do something that ____ would hate and I don’t want to hurt her any more than you already have.”

The words are sharp, targeted and venomous. But Jungkook recognises he deserves it. He also doesn’t bother fighting back when Jimin finally leaves, leaving Jungkook to bask in his own, clouded thoughts.

“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Is the first thing you ask Jimin when you see him storming towards you and Taehyung in the library.

Taehyung is aware while you blissfully aren’t.

“None of your business,” Jimin shoots back, but then he’s tugging you out of your seat to hug you.

Your eyes widen, “Jimin?”

When he pulls away, his eyes soften.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Taehyung nods and your head is spinning in confusion when you stare between the two boys with furrowed brows.

“Tell you what?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung answers, eyes boring a hole into your skull.

At the mention of his name, you freeze in Jimin’s grasp as you stare at the both of them with wide eyes.

“How did you know—?”

Jimin frowns, releasing you so that you’re all able to take a seat in a specific corner of the library. You dryly note to yourself that you realise that every one of your conflicting moments of confrontation occurred in this place. Maybe it was about time for a change of scenery.

“Yena,” Taehyung tells you, and you scowl—nearly cussing her out in your mind but you know that your anger wasn’t warranted.

Especially when Jimin reaches out to grab your hand when he notices you looking down at your lap.

“How do you think it felt for us when we had to find out from someone else that you’ve been going through a hard time?” He asks softly, looking at you so gently that your lip nearly trembles.

For the longest time, Jimin and Taehyung were like older brothers that doted on you as much as they could. They took care of you and made sure that you knew your worth ever since the three of you were children. And for that, you could never be more thankful for their presence.

So you understand their hurt, and it makes you feel guiltier when you see Taehyung quietly patting your head although his eyes carry a sadness that only came from a friend withholding information from you.

“I …” You croak.

“You didn’t need to tell us why,” Taehyung reassures gently, “Just wanted to be here for you. For whatever reason, it may be.”

You stare down at your lap even harder and blink away the tears that only came with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” You say so meekly that it comes out as a squeak.

“Please don’t apologise. We just want to be here for you,” Jimin says sadly, squeezing your hand tighter even if you weren’t going to look at him. He doesn’t push you to do so.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.” You confess softly, fiddling with the thumb on your free hand.

Taehyung scowls, “_____, you know that whatever it is, Jimin and I will try our best to remain as objective as possible but Jungkook said things to you that we're absolutely not okay and as both of your friends, we have a responsibility to hold him accountable.”

You purse your lips, nearly pouting. It’s as if Jimin reads your mind, where a million thoughts run through it, he pulls you closer so that he can properly hug you. Even if the position is a little weird and Taehyung has to bend his arm at a weird angle to be able to hug you too, you feel comforted.

“Don’t be mad at him.” You whisper softly into the material of Taehyung’s shirt.

Jimin snorts, “I release my anger in a healthy manner.”

Your eyes glance down at his knuckle suspiciously but he tugs it away when he notices your wandering eyes.

Taehyung sighs, caressing your hair softly. “We have every right to be angry with him, _____. What he did and said was unacceptable.” He informs you firmly.

You pull away slightly from their hold to furrow your eyebrows, “I know but—”

“You do know,” Jimin says softly, “And we know that you don’t like other people fighting your battles for you so we’ll step out of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t personally be disappointed in what Jungkook did. He’s our friend too and if he did that to anyone else, we’d still be mad. We’re just extra mad because it’s you and we’re your best friends.”

You dip your head, letting out a sigh of acknowledgement.

“Just … let me talk to him.” You say, and Taehyung raises a brow at the shift in your tone, “This is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate you guys, I really do. But I don’t want things to be weird because of what we did.”

You can tell Jimin is about to argue with you, but Taehyung shoots him a look that shuts him up immediately.

“If that’s what you want.” Taehyung smiles gently at you.

Jimin clenches his jaw, clearly the more displeased one between the two. But he swallows it by clenching his fist and patting your head, shooting you a concerned stare mask in a slight glare.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod, “Very.”

Jimin nibbles on his lips as if deep in thought before pulling away completely, leaning into his chair.

“If you insist,” He sighs, “But Jungkook did get what he deserved.”

You shrug, “I mean I don’t think avoiding him was the worst thing to do, but I guess you’re right.”

Jimin blinks.

Then Taehyung and he are sharing a look familiar enough for you to know only comes out when they did something wrong or were caught causing trouble.

You raise a brow, “Am I missing something?”

Jimin shoots you a reassuring smile and you miss the shift of Taehyung’s eyes to the fist that wraps around your shoulder.

“Nothing at all.”

You [21:09]: hi jungkook

You [21:24]: can we talk? my door's open if you're free.

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Saudade's Affair

a josiah trelawny x f!reader series - chapter 1

Saudade : [of Portuguese origin] a feeling of profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and loves

Masterlist (x)

word count: +1.4k

chapter warnings: none that i can think of, just an intro chapter getting you into the story, reader is female and like around 20 ish years old something like that, or honestly whatever age works but there is an age gap between trelawny and reader.

a/n: my first ever series omg how fun, haven't quite finished the end yet but we'll see how it goes. this is the intro chapter so its kinda boring until near the end, kind of a quick little summary of chapter 1 going into chapter 2 to get things started.

this started as a self insert day dream and then kinda snowballed in a few days into a whole ass story so uhhh yeah lol this is very self indulgent. anyway i hope yall enjoy :)

It's mid winter, the snow is blowing hard into your face and the sky is pitch black. Riding through the Grizzlies in this weather is treacherous. You can barely see ahead of yourself as is without the sunlight and this snow storm is only making it harder than it needs to be.

You've just escaped blackwater, riding north into the mountains to get the Pinkertons off your tails, 'the ferry job went wrong' you'd heard. Everyone was scrambling to collect what they could, packing next to nothing and fleeing the camp near Blackwater. The gang had left too much back in that camp, in Blackwater, left some good money too. Hell you even left some people back there.

Some of you were wounded and too many of you were freezing your asses off. This snow storm was relentless and you all definitely did not come prepared for the Grizzlies on such short notice. 'Who the hell's idea was this?' you think to yourself.

You had stayed back for the ferry robbery, you were instructed to do so, too dangerous you suppose. You've only joined the gang for about a year now, guess you're not too experienced to do a job like that. Although it does make sense, you were never that great behind the gun in pressured situations come to think of it.

Usually you do simple pit-pockets or cons with Hosea and the other girls. Sometimes you'd help Charles or Arthur with hunting but usually end up not doing much besides foraging while they do all the work. But you've learned a few tricks, they've also taught you how to properly shoot and track during your hunts. You figured it was the easier and safer way to learn instead of getting stuck in a shoot out.

You helped take care of the camp while the others were away on that ferry. Everyone wonders what happened that night, no one's given a straight answer yet.

One second you was helping Pearson with the stew and the next the boys were galloping back to camp at full speed, telling the gang to pack only what you could carry. Before you knew it you were fleeing town in the dead of night, watching the life you had made for yourselves get left behind.

After a long ride in the freezing blizzard you arrive at this abandoned bundle of buildings named Colter. The gang stopped for the night, making camp in the rundown but still sturdy enough buildings. By morning the wagons were snowed in, feet of snow covered the ground and the equipment. 'Looks like we have no choice but to lie low here for a while and wait for the snow to melt.' you thought, investigating the wagons.

The next couple weeks were rough and cold. With nothing to do every day as you waited for the days to get warmer and spring to arrive, staying warm by a fire was all you could do to entertain yourselves. Food was scarce but when was it ever not? Only now you were living off a few cans of beans and two rabbits every few days.

By the time spring dawned upon you, the gang was heading out down east, back down the mountain and into the heartlands as Hosea said. He said he knew a place the gang could set up camp for a bit, hopefully get yourselves back on your feet.

Horseshoe Overlook it was called, and well Hosea definitely knew what he was talking about because it was the perfect spot for everyone. The overlook sure was beautiful, hidden by trees in this little clearing on a cliff. You'd have to admit, you really liked it here.

It took the gang a couple weeks to get settled but once everything was set up, the place started to look pretty cozy.

Dutch had told you and Arthur to meet up later with Javier and Charles in this little town nearby called Valentine. Javier and Charles said they were going to the saloon, Arthur had already left some time ago. You decided to make your way into the town after giving the boys some time, drinking at saloons was never really your style.

It was a peaceful ride into town, a quiet evening, though it did look like it would rain soon. It was nice to get away from camp once in a while and a ride with your horse into a new town was always a fun idea. You wonder what the others were currently doing in town.

You were right about the rain. Upon finally arriving, now beginning to feel the rain through your coat, the first thing you notice is the smell of sheep. 'Can't say it's the most appealing scent but the sheep are cute.' you thought. The town was cute too, pretty small, but just like camp it felt homey.

Riding into town you notice a crowd of people huddled outside around the saloon, 'something tells me that's the boys' doing.' You hitch your horse nearby and make your way over to the now slowly dispersing crowd. Spotting a very muddied Arthur past the crowd, you join him on the shop front of the general store.

"What the hell happened to you?" you asked giggling lightly seeing his muddy face look back at you like a wounded dog. You hand him your handkerchief to perhaps aid in cleaning himself up a bit, however there is quite a bit of him covered in muck.

"Fought some big feller at the bar." He half mumbled to himself, using the handkerchief to wipe at his eyes and mouth.

"You got bathed in mud by a bar fight?" you stated unconvinced, "Not a lot of mud inside of a building last time I checked." you chuckle again seeing Arthur returning your comment with an unimpressed expression.

"Very funny," He grumbles. "got thrown out a damn window and fought...well, there.." he motioned to the muddy road in front of the saloon that did in fact have a broken window.

Right as you were about to poke fun at him again, your ears perk up at the sound of someone's voice calling to Arthur.

"Making new friends again I see, Arthur!" you see Dutch before you followed by none other than Josiah Trelawny himself, no wonder you recognized that voice.

You've only met Trelawny a few times in the past year that you've been with the gang. He's known for hopping around often, he rarely spends too much time with the gang unless need be. However with Trelawny always coming and going so frequently, you've barely had many chances to really get to know each other.

You'd have to admit he was an intriguing character, 'and handsome' you thought as you watched him and Dutch walking towards where you sat with Arthur.

Little did you know Trelawny always found you rather interesting. Quite frankly he liked you, he's had his eye on you for some time even though the two of you never often got a chance to speak.

"Look who we found sniffing about." Dutch motioned to Trelawny behind him.

You watch as Trelawny's familiar figure waltzes up to where you and Arthur sat, top hat upon his head as always. You smile towards him in greeting.

"Josiah Trelawny." Arthur chimes and you watch Trelawny follow with a bow.

"The very same." Dutch replies.

"Well well, I thought you'd gone to New York." Arthur inquires, gesturing to Trelawny.

"And miss all this glamour? You must be joking." Trelawny teases back before turning to you taking a step foreward. "Ah! A pleasure as always my dear y/n! You look ever stunning my lady." He takes your hand in his gloved one, bringing it to his lips kissing your knuckles.

You blush in return, the gesture had caught you off guard as you spoke a quiet, "Why thank you Trelawny." feeling your ears begin to burn hot.

"How are you?" Arthur chips in.

"Well," Trelawny answers, "quite well indeed. I went back to Blackwater looking for you gentlemen. You're not very popular there it seems."

Javier and Charles now joined by Bill approach the four of you. Everyone does their little greetings, reacquainting with one another. Trelawny intervenes, giving you and the boys a tip on where he heard Sean was back in Blackwater. With that Dutch groups together a scheme separating each of you to a task.

Trelawny is sent off with Charles and Javier to Blackwater to watch out for Sean. Arthur is told to meet up with them when he's cleaned up and ready. You're told to ride with Trelawny and Javier to Blackwater first while Bill stays with Dutch.

You mount your horse and join the Trelawny and Javier, beginning your long ride back to the outskirts of Blackwater.

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

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Shelter From The Storm — Razor 1/2

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Summary: You get lost in Wolvendom when searching for berries. Razor helps you out, leading to a new friendship.

Pairing: Razor x Reader

Rating: Fluff (SFW)

Word Count: 2,677

For future reference, all characters are depicted as 18+

You'd somehow managed to get yourself hopelessly lost on your quest to find enough berries to fill your basket. You wanted to bake a pie for Sara's birthday, and while she worked at Good Hunter and more than likely had access to the best pies in Mondstadt, you wanted her taste your grandmother's recipe. Her occupation and access to delicious pies would not stop you. But this was more than you bargained for. 

You'd ventured along the path outside of Mondstadt, attempting to take an alternate route to the Dawn Winery before doubling back and making your way back Springvale where you'd get a room at the inn and then head back to Mondstadt in the morning. It was supposed to be simple. But you'd ended up in the Archons only knew, which was far from simple. 

And it was getting dark. 

You'd dressed warm, it was mid autumn and winter was coming soon, and while Mondstadt didn't get nearly as cold as somewhere like Snezhnaya, the snowfall was still rather intense. It was the very end of berry season and you were making the most of it. Your outfit consisted of a cotton dress layered with a wool over skirt and a long wool cloak. You wore a pair of brown leather boots as well, gloves on your hands. You tugged the cloak more tightly around your body as the wind picked up. There was forest up ahead, dense and full of restless shadows so thick you could barely see past them. You had no idea where you were.

You turned in a full circle to try and regain your bearings, and after a moment or two, you realized you could see Mondstadt across the lake. There was the cathedral, backlit by the sinking sun, and all at once, you realized just where you were.

Wolvendom. 

Oh. Lovely. I'm going to be eaten by wolves.

You felt a raindrop splatter against your cheek and you looked up, face falling as you watched menacing clouds roll in, obscuring the stars that had just begun to freckle the sky. The God of Anemo was not on your side tonight. Your eyes scanned the area in front of you. The last thing you wanted was to be caught in one of Mondstadt's thunderstorms without shelter. 

"Thanks, Lord Barbatos," you muttered sarcastically. 

The wind didn't calm. 

You heard a twig snap behind you and you turned, tucking your basket against your chest almost like a shield. 

There was a hilichurl standing in front of you. It said something in that weird language they all spoke, something that didn't sound particularly friendly.

"Um," you stammered, "please don't hurt me."

It said something again, waving its club in front of it. You struggled to unsheathe your sword from its scabbard, the vision pendant hanging from the cord attached to your belt glowing softly in response. 

"Hey, can you just—"

The hilichurl lunged and you dropped your basket, blocking the club with your sword, swinging a leg out to hit the backs of the hilichurl's knees, making its legs buckle beneath it. You sent a blade of water sailing through the air as the hilichurl struggled to its feet, causing it to stagger back, knocking its head on the side of the ledge behind it. You scooped your basket up and made a run for it, only stopping once you were safely behind a tree. 

The lone hilichurl was joined by a mitachurl, and you were suddenly in over your head. You had a vision, sure. You could fight, yes, of course. But you were no Knight of Favonius. And your longsword was no match for a massive axe. You couldn't make it work like Cavalry Captain Kaeya. All your combat training had come from your father, who was a knight and from your mother who knew more than a few tricks of her own.

Of course you could fight. But this was a bit much.

You slid your sword back into its scabbard, but the rasp of metal against leather alerted the monsters, and your eyes went wide. 

Uh oh. 

You tried to scramble up the tree you were hiding behind, but managed to twist your ankle, making you yelp in pain. Nevertheless, you persisted, hauling your body into the branches. 

A scream left your mouth when the hilichurl began shaking the tree. You wrapped your arms and legs around the trunk, hanging on with all your might, but the rain was beginning to fall, and the sudden slickness wasn't helping with keeping your hold on the tree. Your world  shuddered as something struck the tree, making you scream again, and you didn't have to look to know that the mitachurl had struck with its axe. A few more swings and the tree would be down.

You grunted with effort as you attempted to pull yourself farther up the tree, hopefully to where the branches thinned enough so when the tree fell you wouldn't end up being trapped. You would not die here, damn it. You refused to. Your hair was now sticking to your cheeks and forehead as rain water streaked your face, the freezing kind of rain that even hydro vision users like yourself weren't all that fond of. 

You had no choice but to cry for help, not knowing if anyone would hear you and seriously doubting that they would. 

"Help me! Help me!"

Your voice sounded desperate, but at this point, you were desperate. 

You heard a shout after the tree shook with another strike, then the crackle of thunder. There was the sound of exchanging blows, something that sounded like a snarl, something animalistic. The ground shook, jostling you free, and you lost your grip, falling down to the next branch, crying out in pain. 

The ground shook again and you fell, straight to the ground, into a heap of limbs and messy hair, your basket flying from your hand.

You saw a figure crackling with violet energy before everything went dark.

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You awoke to a loud bang, followed by rumbling. Thunder. 

Where... am I?

Your head hurt. Hell, your everything hurt. There was something laying beside you, something warm and furry and soft. An animal? You didn't move to touch it. Your mind was muddled with confusion, but your eyes finally snapped open when a hand lifted one of your own hands. 

There was a young man hovering above you. He was wearing a brown hooded coat and a light brown poncho sort of top with tribal markings. The rest of his toned torso was left exposed. A necklace with what looked like fangs hung around his neck. 

His hair was long and messy and silver in color, and he had a handsome face, his eyes a shocking shade of scarlet. There was a scar on his left cheek. He looked to be around your age, maybe a little older.

Who...?

He blinked in surprise when he noticed your eyes were open.

"You wake," he said. His voice was a rough sound, low and almost raspy. He sounded like he didn't speak much. 

You took note of your surroundings. 

You were in a cave. There was a fire crackling a few yards from your feet, and from what you could see through the mouth of the cave, it had begun to pour outside. Thunder was growling overhead, lightning flashing, the brief light making it look like daytime. You were laying on a collection of pelts and a few pillows. The cave was otherwise empty except for the silver haired boy and you. You turned your head to look at whatever was beside you.

You were met with a wall of grey fur, and it took you a moment to realize you were staring at a wolf's back. There was a wolf beside you. You tried to jerk into a sitting position, but the young man pushed you back down.

"No," he simply said, "rest."

He made a good call. Your head was spinning. 

"What... Happened?"

He glanced at you. You noticed a bowl of what you recognized after a few moments as wolf hook berries, as well as a bowl full of what looked to be crushed up ones beside it. There was a rock stained with the juice sitting beside this bowl.

"You fall from tree. I save you from monsters."

"...Oh."

"How long was I out?"

"Hours."

The young man turned to the bowls behind him, then looked back at you.

"Your name?"

It took you a moment to realize what he was asking. 

"Oh. It's (Y/N). My name is (Y/N). What's yours?"

A beat of silence as he studied you.

"I am Razor."

Razor reached into the bowl of paste, smearing some of it onto your palm, which you didn't notice had been scraped up. It stung.

"Medicine. Will help you heal."

You'd heard about the medicinal properties of wolf hook berries from Barbara at the cathedral before, so you didn't doubt that Razor was doing this to help.

"Thank you," you said, shifting, "for helping me. I should go, though—"

"No!"

You started at the sudden volume of his shout. "No?"

Razor looked sheepish, his voice quieting. "You rest. You are hurt."

You relaxed back into the pelts, sighing. "Okay. I'll rest. But I have to go when the rain stops."

Razor shook his head. "Your ankle is hurt."

You moved both your ankles, met with a painful stiffness in your left one. Razor was right. It was most likely sprained. It would be hard to get back to Mondstadt like that, and it was a beyond stupid idea to try and get anywhere in this rain, let alone on an injury.

A massive grey wolf suddenly entered the cave, startling you. It was carrying something in its mouth. You recognized it. 

"My basket!"

The wolf walked over to you, setting the basket down beside you, then promptly turned and left. Another smaller wolf entered a few minutes later carrying what looked to be the leg of a small animal. 

Razor took the leg from the wolf, and then turned so his back was to you, working with his hands. He then dropped the meat into a pot you hadn't noticed was over the fire.

"You don't eat it raw?" You asked, and Razor shook his head.

"No. Makes me sick. Heat helps."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," you said, "humans can digest raw meat, but we can also get sick from it. Cooking it makes it easier to eat and gives more nutrients."

Razor stared at you for a moment, something almost like awe sparkling in his eyes. It was a little endearing. You smiled.

Was this guy... raised by wolves?

He certainly looked the part.

His body was toned and covered in scars. He looked wild. 

"Sleep," he said, "I will wake you to eat."

You were tired. You rolled onto your side, realizing for the first time that you'd been stripped down to your underclothes, left in your blouse and the cotton skirt you'd been wearing underneath the woolen one.  Your shoes were gone, so were your socks. You spotted said articles of clothing on a rock, presumably drying. 

"I shouldn't," you said, "I might have a concussion."

He tilted his head curiously.

You tried to think of a way to explain what that was. You didn't think that Razor was dumb, far from it. He'd successfully treated your wounds and figured out how to cook without much outside interference it seemed. If anything, Razor was very intelligent. 

You sighed. "It's something that can occur if you hit your head really hard."

Recognition dawned on his face. "Oh. I think I know."

"Know?"

Razor nodded. "Yes. Has happened to me. I fall into hole. A red man helped me."

You furrowed your eyebrows. Red man?

"Someone from Mondstadt?"

"Do not know."

You ran through a mental list of any men that fit the description of 'red,' but Diluc was the only one who came to mind, so you settled on him.

"I need to stay awake, just until the dizziness passes," you said. 

Razor simply nodded, turning back to the fire, and you relaxed against the pelts beneath your body. 

You tried propping yourself up a few times to check and see if the dizziness had gone, and when it did, you fell asleep fast. 

You faded in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, waking only when Razor shook you in order to feed you. You ate greedily, not realizing how hungry you were until the tender meat was gone. After eating, you fell asleep again.

You awoke fully in the morning, and you rolled over to find Razor sound asleep beside you. The wolf that had been beside you before was now gone. The rain had stopped, leaving behind that musty smell that rain left behind. 

"(Y/N)!"

You started. That sounded familiar, even if the voice was far away. You propped yourself up on your hands, wincing at the remaining tenderness of the scrapes. They could have gotten infected if not for Razor, and you were thankful for his help.

The voice called out again, and you realized with a start who it belonged to. Amber.

Was there a search party?

You put a hand on Razor's shoulder, about to shake him awake, but when you looked down, his eyes were already open.

"Who is it?"

You smiled. "Amber. She's an Outrider for the Knights of Favonius. Someone must have come to the knights to tell them I was missing."

"You were... missing?"

"Yeah," you said, "I got lost."

You cupped your hands around your mouth. "Amber! In here!"

A beat of silence, then the sound of distant running footsteps getting closer. Amber appeared at the mouth of the cave, relief washing over her face as she hesitated before entering the cave.

"Razor," she said, "can I come in?"

Razor nodded. "Red girl is friend."

Amber walked towards you at a hurried clip. "What happened?"

You smiled. "I got attacked by hilichurls as the storm started and Razor rescued me. Wait, you two know each other?"

"Yep!" Amber said, "as an outrider, I know everyone in the Mondstadt region, including those in Wolvendom. You were in good hands."

"Razor helps friends," Razor said, matter-of-factly. 

"Thank you for helping her, Razor. I'll take her home."

Amber helped you get redressed, and it felt good to have the comforting weight of your sword on your back again. 

As you began to walk, supported by Amber's shoulder, you turned back to Razor. 

"I'll come back to visit. I'll bake you a pie."

Razor seemed to like the prospect of you coming back. 

"Visit again, friend!"

You smiled.

After getting back onto the main path, Amber spoke. 

"You really need to be more careful, (Y/N)," she said, "we were all so worried! What were you thinking?"

You chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry. I wanted to find an alternate path to find more berries. I got lost. I couldn't have predicted that a storm would roll in. The Anemo Archon was not on my side."

"Yeah," Amber said with a note of bitterness, "he's finicky like that."

You snickered. "You say that like you know him."

Amber simply laughed. 

You looked down at the basket in your free hand, noticing that not all of the berries inside had been lost. It looked to be just enough for one pie. 

You watched as the first few buildings of Springvale came into view, making a mental map of the area in your head. You'd have to write down the location of the cave when you got home. You'd be seeing Razor again soon, this time bearing gifts instead of injury. Sara's pie would have to wait. After all, she did have access to the most delicious pies in Mondstadt, what with working at Good Hunter and all.

You had a feeling this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. 

You just hoped he liked berry pie.

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(oh my god they were roommates!)

so this is late and i’m sorry, but happy birthday bakubabe!

ok so i was totally unprepared for people to like dragon dick kiri so i am feeling blessed 🙏🏻 knowing that other people now have to suffer in dragon dick kiri hell with me!

still not 100% sure if i’m happy with how this came out, but either way this is thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​​ !

pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader x bakugou katsuki

word count: 6.3k

warnings: threesome, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, voyeurism, dragon dick kiri

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Dating Kirishima was never boring, in day-to-day life or in the bedroom, but there was an incredibly distinct difference to his overall demeanour and behaviour once you started being intimate with him. The privilege of watching him grow more confident in his own skin feels like a gift, and knowing that you’re able to help with that growth always causes a warmth to settle in your chest. He stops shying away from innocent touches like hugs and cuddles, he starts getting comfortable touching you first; He’s steadily adjusting to the idea that you’re not going to push him away or reject him. Things are good. Better than good. Kirishima is an absolute sweetheart as always, and the sex is amazing. 

He’s starting to get so much better with initiating things with you, and that includes PDA. You guess that’s how it starts. It begins with the little things; he’ll pull you in for a kiss, with you pressed tight between his legs, and you’ll feel the back of your neck prickle. When you’re making out on the couch with you straddling his lap, you’ll hear a creak from down the hall. When things start to get hot and heavy when you’re in the shared space of the living room (as they inevitably do, because the both of you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourselves), sometimes you catch a flash of movement over Kirishima’s shoulder.

They’re little things, but they culminate in one undeniable realisation: Bakugou likes to watch.

The first time you bring it up to Kirishima, you’re not sure he believes you. That’s fine; he’s only just starting to come to terms with accepting his own body, and you don’t want to totally blow his mind with the revelation that other people just might be interested in his unusual but very sexy cock, much less his best friend and roommate. Baby steps.

Soon enough though, he seems to notice for himself. Whenever you come over and the two of you are hanging out on the couch, Bakugou’s door will be cracked open just a little. Sometimes when the two of you are getting busy in Kirishima’s bedroom, you can hear footsteps right outside the door. It’s nothing overt or invasive, but once you know he’s out there listening to his best friend ploughing you into the mattress, it’s pretty damn hard to ignore.

And honestly? It’s kind of hot. It’s not like you can blame Bakugou for being curious, after all. Knowing that his best friend is packing what Kirishima describes himself as “a weird dick” is enough to make anyone really fucking curious about what exactly “weird” entails. You imagine that any natural curiosity would only be further exacerbated by the fact that his bedroom neighbours Kirishima’s, and he can definitely hear the very enthusiastic sex that you’re having.

Bakugou’s burgeoning peeking habits combined with the fact that Kirishima is horny a lot and is starting to get real comfortable letting you know that means that it’s pretty inevitable that Bakugou is eventually going to walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. The position in question ends up being pretty tame, in the end; you’re on your knees in front of the couch, Kirishima’s dick stretching your mouth wide as spit and precum dribbles down your chin and neck, when the front door opens and Bakugou storms in.

Between the three of you, you honestly don’t know who is more surprised by Bakugou’s sudden interruption. Bakugou totally freezes, eyes wide in shock. You can feel Kirishima tense up beneath your hands. You stare up at the two of them, your mouth still full of Kirishima’s cock.

There’s a brief silence, then- “Why are you fucking on the couch!” Bakugou yells, a vein prominent on his forehead. 

“We’re not!” Kirishima yells back, colour high in his cheeks as his cock slips from your mouth. “We were just- I mean, okay, I know what it looks like, but we weren’t going to- fuck, man, I’m sorry-” Kirishima has reached one hand down to cover himself as the other hand reaches out to you to help you to your feet, but one hand just isn’t enough to hide his dick from sight.

Bakugou still looks furious and embarrassed at having walked in on the two of you like this, but it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes track downwards. Kirishima doesn’t seem to notice where his best friend’s gaze has wandered to, too busy babbling out mortified apologies, but you notice. You see the exact moment that the look in Bakugou’s eyes switches from annoyance to curiosity.

“Do you want to see?” you ask quietly, watching Bakugou closely for a reaction.

Kirishima’s head swings around to stare at you, mouth open, but your attention is on Bakugou. He’s looking at you with just as much disbelief as Kirishima is, but there’s heat simmering in his eyes too. “See what?” he says, feigning ignorance as if you can’t see the way his gaze seems magnetically drawn to look at Kirishima’s crotch and your precome-stained face. 

“Kiri doesn’t mind.” you say softly, mindful that any wrong word or shift in tone could set him off. What you’re saying is true, anyway; the two of you have talked about this, though you’re not sure that either of you actually expected to be in this position.

Bakugou looks to Kirishima, who settles slowly back into the couch and gives an exaggerated shrug. He’s trying to come off as casual, but he misses the mark by a longshot. He’s biting at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is tense. “I don’t mind, bro,” he says, then gives a self-deprecating chuckle, “Can’t promise you’ll like what you see, though.”

You pinch his thigh and scowl at him. “Stop that.” You look back to Bakugou and beckon him over. “Come on. You want to see, right?”

Honestly, you’re not sure if Bakugou is going to go for it. Listening in while the two of you fuck is very different from being personally invited into the action, and you can see him warring with himself over how to approach the situation. After what feels like forever but can’t be more than a moment or two, Bakugou steps forward. Kirishima exhales heavily through his nose, as though he’d been holding his breath with anticipation. He’s still tense, but this is Bakugou, his best friend. You don’t think there’s anyone in the world that Kirishima trusts more, but that also means that it’s going to hurt all that much more if Bakugou reacts badly.

Judging by the impressive bulge in the front of Bakugou’s pants, there’s no need to worry about that. Bakugou steps up beside you and pauses, unsure of himself. Kirishima just stares up at him, equally unsure. The moment stretches out, broken by you getting impatient and reaching out to gently pull Kirishima’s hand away from his very weak attempt at covering himself up.

“Holy fuck.” is Bakugou’s initial reaction to seeing Kirishima’s entire cock for the first time. Kirishima’s arms twitch to cover himself up again, but Bakugou continues with, “How the fuck do you move with that thing in between your legs?”

You snort a laugh, unable to help yourself, and with that the tension is broken. Kirishima chuckles a bit too and relaxes into the couch. “I wear a very supportive jockstrap.”

Bakugou is still staring, the high points of his cheeks flushed red. Kirishima’s hard on, which had been wilting a little, is starting to very visibly fill out again. It’s straining against Kirishima’s belly, precome trailing down the ridges and dripping onto the muscles of his abdomen. It makes for a very fetching sight, and Bakugou can’t seem to take his eyes off it. When he finally speaks, he says “Can I touch it?”, and his voice sounds raw, like he’s been swallowing something sharp.

“Oh shit,” Kirishima breathes, surprise slackening his jaw, “Uh. Yeah. Please.” 

Bakugou’s knees hit the floor right next to you, and then he’s reaching out and tentatively taking hold of Kirishima’s length. The moment his fingertips close around it, a spurt of precome dribbles out of Kirishima’s slit, and Bakugou watches with wide eyes as it slips down his knuckles, sticky and wet. His gaze slides from his own hand to your face, and the mess all over your mouth and chin that you haven’t bothered to wipe away yet. “Is that-?”

“He makes a mess when he’s like this,” you murmur, grinning up at your boyfriend. “Wait till you see how much he comes.”

Bakugou’s throat bobs, “Shit.” he breathes, so quietly that you wonder if he meant to say it at all. He thumbs at the underside of Kirishima’s cock, where the flesh is ridged and swirled. That seems to prove too much for Kirishima, who had been holding patiently still up to that point -- he tips his head back and moans quietly as his hips jump, his cock thrusting in Bakugou’s fist. “You’re- it’s big.”

Kirishima laughs thickly, face tilted towards the ceiling. “Yeah. Not what you were expecting, huh? Even though I told you about it?”

The frown that crosses Bakugou’s face at that seems purely reflexive, as though it’s just instinct to be annoyed at the mere suggestion that he had been wrong about something. “Knowing and seeing are two different things, asshole.” he snaps, readjusting his grip on Kirishima’s cock and making him moan. His fingers trail down to where it thickens at the base, and over the swollen, squishy area right at the bottom. It’s still wet and shiny and sticky from the combination of precum and your spit, and Bakugou seems fascinated by the slickness.

You squirm where you’re kneeling, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable. Watching Bakugou explore Kirishima’s cock like this, his mouth hanging just a little bit open as he grazes his knuckles over all the sensitive bumps along the top, and Kirishima’s soft moaning has you squeezing your thighs together tight. Your panties are getting sticky and wet, but you don’t want to touch yourself in case you ruin the moment. 

Almost as though Bakugou can sense your discomfort, his gaze cuts to you abruptly and he narrows his eyes. “He fucks you with this?”

Heat shudders through you, and you nod with your lip bitten between your teeth.

“How?” Bakugou’s gaze drops to your crotch, hidden by the hem of your sundress, as though it might offer him some answers.

“Practice,” you say, and find that you sound just as raw and affected as Bakugou does. “And he produces a lot of precum, which helps.” Kirishima makes a garbled noise of embarrassment when you say that and hides his face behind his hands, as though that could somehow block out his best friend and his girlfriend on their knees in front of them and having a discussion over his cock about how he fucks.

Bakugou looks at Kirishima’s covered face thoughtfully. “I want to see.” he says, and it sounds like an order.

Kirishima reaches for you immediately, but you hesitate. “I’m not ready.” you say. You’re horny as hell, and you’ve definitely soaked through your panties, but Kirishima is big and he just is not going to fit unless you’re stretched out and prepared for him.

The whine that escapes Kirishima at that is a little desperate and a little impatient, but it’s Bakugou that he looks to next. “Want to get her ready for me?” he asks. It’s his way of taking control of the situation, of ensuring that Bakugou isn’t just sat on the outside looking in, that all three of you are actively involved in the unfolding events.

“Fuck, yes.” Bakugou breathes, a feral little grin lighting up his face. “How?”

You’re a little surprised at how willing Bakugou is to defer to Kirishima in this, but you suppose that he’s way out of his comfort zone. There’s not much time to think too much about it, in any case, because Kirishima is tugging you up onto his lap and spreading your legs wide. Your back is pressed against his chest, ass sat just in front of his cock. Your dress is hitched up around your hips, leaving your damp, sticky panties on display. You want to be embarrassed, but Kirishima is rocking his thick cock into the small of your back and Bakugou is shuffling forward so that his head is between your legs.

“Shit,” Bakugou says, his breath hot on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, “You’re so wet.”

“Can’t blame her for being excited.” Kirishima rumbles a laugh, and you feel the vibrations of it run down your spine. “What do you want him to do to you, sweetheart?”

Bakugou’s face is inches from your clothed pussy, and his hands are playing with the elastic waistband of your panties without actively trying to remove them. The bastard is grinning at you, like he thinks it’s funny watching you struggle to articulate what you want him to do to you. It’s embarrassing, but you figure that if Kirishima was able to lay himself bare and vulnerable in front of the two of you, then the least you can do is make one measly request out loud. “I want you to- can you please, uh, use your mouth?”

Bakugou’s grin gets impossibly wider, “Oh, yeah, baby, I’ll eat you up whole. But only because you said please.”

His mouth descends on you, licking and sucking through your panties. Even with the fabric barrier, the wet heat of his mouth has your head tilting back onto Kirishima’s shoulder with a moan. Thankfully, Bakugou is too impatient to keep up the teasing for any significant amount of time. Your panties are dragged down your legs and then thrown somewhere over Bakugou’s shoulder -- he doesn’t even look where he’s throwing them, his gaze fixed between your legs. Your legs twitch closed, embarrassed at the attention. You have a sudden and intense sympathy for Kirishima as you realise how he must have felt with you and Bakugou examining his cock.

There’s no time to feel self-conscious though, because then Bakugou is pushing your legs open, diving down, latching onto your clit and sucking. You squeal and your hips buck, but Kirishima’s big hands land on your hips and pin you down, keeping you still as Bakugou suckles at your cunt. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, trying to tilt your hips away from his mouth. It’s too much, too fast, but the two of them hold you still and force you to take it until you’re trembling in their hands.

Kirishima hooks his chin over your shoulder so that he can look down and watch Bakugou’s head between your legs. Even from the corner of your eyes, you can see the excited little smile that’s playing on his lips. “How does his mouth feel on you, baby?” he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a little shiver down your spine. 

“Feels -ah! - good,” you say, burying your face into Kirishima’s neck. Your thighs keep reflexively twitching closed, but each time Bakugou just bats them open again without pause. His tongue slides down the lips of your pussy until he reaches your slit, and then his tongue is wiggling inside of you and you’re whining into the skin of Kirishima’s throat.

Kirishima kisses your temple, but he doesn’t look away from the sight below -- he’s barely even blinking as he watches Bakugou eat you out. You feel like you’re about to catch fire, bucking your hips desperately into Bakugou’s face as he tongue-fucks you. He just grunts and shoots a quick look up at Kirishima, who promptly readjusts his grip across your stomach so that you can’t move. His cock is pressing into the dip at the small of your back, scalding hot and hard as a goddamn rock.

Bakugou pulls back for half a second to catch his breath, and then he leans in and gets right back to it. He mouths along the lips of your pussy, his teeth grazing and scratching at the sensitive skin just right. You make a noise that sounds embarrassingly close to a sob, and feel Bakugou grinning into the soft flesh of your pussy. Kirishima coos into your ear, telling you how good you are as his hands pull your dress up to your waist so he can run his hands along your skin.

“Do you like him licking at you?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to the vulnerable spot just behind your earlobe. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that Bakugou is as aggressive with giving head as he is with just about everything else that he ever does, but having his entire attention focused on eating you out is just the right kind of overwhelming. You want desperately to wind your hands into the wild blonde hair bobbing between your legs, but also really want to come and you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing to snap at you, so you go for the safe option and reach back to wrap your fingers around Kirishima’s spiked hair instead. 

Bakugou’s tongue traces your folds, pulling them into his mouth and suckling. You relax a little, humming your pleasure into Kirishima’s neck. But then Bakugou is digging his tongue into the top of your folds and locating the nub of your clit with absolute precision, and you arch your back with a little scream. Kirishima laughs quietly at your reaction, and you can feel his cock twitch against your back. “Oh, now you’re getting warmed up, huh?”

Bakugou is relentless, devoting everything he has to your clit. He laps at it, stiffens his tongue to a point and flicks at it, wraps his lips around it again and sucks. When he introduces his teeth and grazes it, you’re gone; your whole body seizes up and you keen as you come, but even then Bakugou doesn’t pull away. He laps and suckles at you until you’re gasping and writhing from the overstimulation.

You can’t catch your breath after your orgasm because his mouth is still busy with your clit. He lets go of one of your hips and then suddenly he’s slipping two fingers into you, the slide made easy by how slick you’ve gotten. You have to bite back the scream that wants to escape from between your teeth, tossing your head back desperately onto Kirishima’s chest and whining.

“Gorgeous.” Kirishima praises you, smoothing a few loose strands of hair back from your forehead. He leans over you a little for a better view, admiring the sight of Bakugou tonguing at your clit and pushing his fingers all the way inside of you. “Fuck.” Kirishima breathes, rutting his hips against your ass. “Enjoying yourself, bro?”

Bakugou finally detaches himself from your clit, but his fingers continue fucking in and out of you as he looks up to Kirishima. The entire lower half of his face is wet and shiny from your slick and his own spit, and he looks absolutely obscene as he grins. His tongue pokes out and licks the mess off of his lips. “Yeah,” he says, crooking his fingers into the spongey area at the front of your inner walls and snickering as you squeal, “Yeah, I sure fucking am.”

Kirishima hauls you further up his body so that you’re practically sitting on his lower belly, his cock jutting out in front of you. The move causes Bakugou’s fingers to slip out of you, and you make a dissatisfied little noise at the loss, pussy clenching up around nothing. “Don’t worry, baby, he’s going to put them back in.” Kirishima promises you, his hand slipping up your dress and thumbing at your hardening nipples. 

“Fucking hell.” Bakugou says, shuffling forward so he can get to your pussy again. His fingers slip in with little to no resistance, your body so wet and ready that it sucks him in with ease. His eyes go half-lidded when he feels how easy you take his fingers. “Damn. You always this ready for it?”

“Fuck off.” you snap, but the words have virtually no edge to them thanks to the breathless, desperate quality of your voice. You’re actually kind of embarrassed that it came out of your mouth, but neither of them make any mention of it.

Bakugou is watching avidly as his fingers slide in and out, adding a third. You spread your legs wider and lift your knees, silently hoping he’ll take it as the invitation that it is and fuck you harder. He complies happily, and the wet, squelching sounds that come from his fingers in your cunt only seem to work Kirishima up. “Bakugou,” he grunts, “Touch me again, bro?”

“Fuck,” Bakugou groans a little, but then his other hand is gripping Kirishima and jerking him and Kirishima is moaning into your neck and squeezing your hips tight. One hand really isn’t enough to properly grip Kirishima’s cock, and Bakugou seems to realise this almost instantly. He makes up for it in the same way he seems to approach every challenge in life -- unmitigated, aggressive enthusiasm. Kirishima gasps into the back of your neck at the brutally fast pace Bakugou sets, and you look down in time to see precum dribbling in a steady stream down his cock, making a mess of Bakugou’s fingers.

Bakugou’s coordination is impressive -- it can’t be easy to finger-fuck you and jerk Kirishima off at the same time, but he manages to pull it off with zeal. You whimper into Kirishima’s ear as Bakugou adds a fourth finger. Kirishima kneads at your breasts with his hands and groans as Bakugou’s fingers rub rough circles around the raised bumps at the tip of his cock. “Fuck, bro,” he moans, his cock dribbling out precum in streams all over Bakugou’s fist, “Feels so good!”

“Stop calling me bro when I have your cock in my hand.” Bakugou snaps irritably, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s tenting the front of his pants so badly that it looks like he’s parodying a boner.

Kirishima just laughs, strangled and breathless, and says to you, “Baby, are you nearly ready? Because I’m all sorts of worked up, and I want to cum inside you.”

“Her pussy clenches around my fingers everytime I move a muscle or you say a goddamned word.” Bakugou says before you get the chance to answer, grinning as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your insides. His thumb lands on your sensitive, swollen clit and rubs hard, and you nearly cry out as your back bows and you push eagerly into his touch, “Fuck yes. Arch your back a little more, come on. Look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.”

“Holy fuck.” you choke, pulling at Kirishima’s hair as Bakugou plays with your pussy. It’s too much and not enough, and your hips keep undulating like they can’t decide whether to twitch away from the stimulation or to go back for more. 

“Fuck, just look at you riding my fingers. You gonna do that around his massive fucking cock?”

You and Kirishima both moan, and that seems to be the last straw. Kirishima picks you up and Bakugou’s fingers slide out of you once more, but you barely have any time to register the emptiness before the tip of Kirishima’s cock is lined up with your entrance and begins pressing in. Bakugou scrambles back a little to make sure he has a proper view -- his eyes are wide as he watches Kirishima begin to press into you, stretching you wide and slipping in inch by inch. 

You gasp desperately as you’re speared open inexorably slowly, tears pricking your eyes as your mouth drops open. You’re used to the stretch at this stage, and you’re so worked up that the slow and steady pace that Kirishima’s going at is driving you crazy, like an itch that’s just out of reach. You press your hips back into him, trying to get him deeper inside of you faster, but his hands are clamped tight around your hips to restrict your movement.

“Easy, baby girl.” he rumbles into your ear, breath coming in short puffs, “I’m calling the shots, and right now, we’re going slow.”

The frustrated sound you make in response is nearly a growl, and it pulls an amused little snort from Bakugou. “I’m ready, I can take more-!”

“I know, baby, I know.” Kirishima bites at the junction between your neck and shoulder as he slides another inch deeper inside of you. “But we gotta give Bakugou time to enjoy the view.”

Bakugou seems to be doing exactly that; he’s shuffled a little closer so he can see better, and he watches avidly as Kirishima slowly rocks his cock into you. He reaches out and runs his fingers along the edge of your pussy, right where Kirishima’s dick is stretching you out. “Fuck,” he says, and his breath blows hot against your skin where you’re still damp from his mouth, “You’re taking him like a champ.”

That might be one of the nicest things that Bakugou’s ever said to you, but you don’t get a chance to properly appreciate it because with one sharp thrust Kirishima’s cock bottoms out inside of you. You whimper -- you’re so full you feel like you’re about to break in half, and Bakugou’s gaze on you feels like a physical weight. The feel of his fingertips rubbing at where you’re stretched taut around Kirishima is making you clench up around the thickness of the intrusion inside you, which in turn has Kirishima moaning into your shoulder.

Kirishima is holding maddeningly still inside of you, ignoring your desperate attempts at wriggling around in his lap trying to get him to move. Just when you think he’s never going to move, he leans forward so that his mouth is against your ear, and nips at your earlobe. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you cum just from the shock of it, baby.”

“Please!” you moan helplessly, dropping your head down to your chest. 

Kirishima laughs, a little breathlessly, and then pulls his hips back and fucks up into you in one smooth movement. You cry out, scrambling to grab a hold of something to stabilise yourself as you’re rocked hard by Kirishima’s thrusts. There’s nothing to hold, so you just have to ride with the motion of his body, grinding back into him every time his hips jerk against yours.

Movement catches your eye, and you look up to see that Bakugou has stuffed his hand down his pants and is now fisting his own cock with the hand that was covered with Kirishima’s precum. His face is contorted in the most intensely turned on look you’ve ever seen, and you can’t help arching back into Kirishima, pushing your hips forward a little more so he has a better view. Bakugou curses and leans forward so he can watch your pussy bouncing around Kirishima’s cock as it splits you open.

You’re so wet down there, from your own juices and Bakugou’s spit and Kirishima’s cock that’s dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. Precum is spilling out of you despite the way Kirishima is plugging you up, and you feel it smearing all over your pussy, thighs, and Kirishima’s stomach. Bakugou is watching the precum as it leaks out of you, his expression nearly awed. “Always wanted to really watch.” he says to no one in particular. His hand is gripping his balls, and you realise that he’s probably trying to stave off his orgasm, trying to last until you and Kirishima are done. “Hey, Y/N. How does his cock feel in you?”

You screw your eyes shut as Kirishima pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, “Ah! Big!”

“No shit,” Bakugou says, rubbing his thumb roughly over the head of his cock as he fucks his own fist. “It feel good?”

“Yeah, god, yes! So good!”

“Can you- fuck- can you feel those ridgey things when his dick is inside you?” Bakugou grunts, hunching over his cock as his hand moves faster.

“Mmhm! Can feel them rubbing against me.” you gasp.

Kirishima whimpers. Bakugou’s questions are only winding him up; you can tell by the way the base of his cock is engorging and pulsing against you. “‘M gonna come soon.” he babbles, humping into you so hard that your entire body is nearly flung off his lap, “You feel so good, so hot and tight on my cock, baby. God, your pussy is so perfect. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Bakugou’s breathing is getting heavier, and you can see his balls drawing tighter as he plays with his dick. Right when he’s about to cum all over the carpet he stops, letting go of himself altogether. Even with nothing touching it, his dick is twitching and straining against his stomach. “I wanna suck on your tits.” 

Bakugou’s hoarse voice and rough confession has Kirishima groaning and reaching up to pull the straps of your sundress down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples are hard and sensitive already from Kirishima pawing at them, so when Bakugou’s hot mouth closes around your right breast as Kirishima kneads your left one you think you might actually explode.

The swollen base of Kirishima’s cock pulses slightly on every stroke, a sure sign that he’s close to spilling all over the place. Another sign is his fast, heavy breathing and the way that he babbles about how good you feel into your ear, “You’re so good to me, baby girl. You’re clamping down around me so nice, you’re - ah, fuck, you’re so good! So tight and hot. I’m gonna cum inside you. Wait, can I cum inside you? Is it okay- ah! Let Bakugou watch me cum inside you, baby.”

Bakugou lets your tit fall out of his mouth and sits back on his ankles. “You gonna cum now?”

“Ngh! Yeah.” says Kirishima, his voice gone thin and needy. His hip are pounding into you at such a rapid pace that you can’t catch your breath. You have to throw your arms over Bakugou’s shoulders for support, the force of his thrusts nearly sending you flying to the floor. “Sorry, baby, I know I’m being rough. Your pussy just feels so good wrapped around me, I can’t- fuck, I can’t-”

“It’s fine, just- ah!-  do it!” you beg. The breath is being driven out of your lungs with every thrust, and it should be overwhelming but you can feel heat beginning to pool in your lower belly. 

You can feel the base of his cock tensing, swollen with the cum he’s about to release. He ruts into you, biting at your shoulders just hard enough to leave behind impressions of his teeth. “I love you, I love your pussy and- oh fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” With a cry, he jerks his hips into you and begins moaning desperately as he begins emptying his load inside of you. He keeps fucking into you even as he’s cumming, but his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier until he slips out of you entirely and ends up humping the air.

Bakugou watches open-mouthed as Kirishima’s cock flexes and sprays cum onto the floor and the couch. “What the fuck.” he breathes. He’s so surprised by the sheer force and quantity of Kirishima’s cum that he apparently forgets about his own cock, sitting red and leaking in his fist, in favour of watching.

You’re so aroused that you swear your pussy is twitching, and you’re so close to your own orgasm that you let your impatience get the better of you. Kirishima still isn’t entirely done cumming when you stuff his cock back up inside you and start riding him again, clutching at his knees and crying out as the tip hits that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your eyes are half-closed as you fuck yourself back on Kirishima’s cock, relishing the satisfied little cries he’s emitting into the space between your shoulder blades, but you can still see Bakugou fisting and tugging at his cock like a desperate man.

The pleasure sitting in your lower belly is starting to coil tight, and your movements get a little sloppy as you desperately chase your release on Kirishima’s dick. The pleasure is so close to cresting when suddenly the room seems to flip, and before you know it your face is pressed into the couch. The hot length of Kirishima’s cock slides home inside of you again, and you moan delightedly as you realise that he hasn’t gone soft yet. “Fuck me, Eiji, I need you to- now!”

“I got you, baby.” he croons in your ear, smoothing your sweat-soaked hair back as he hikes your ass up and begins fucking you again.

It only takes two more hard thrusts before you’re tossing your head back and shaking apart with a short little scream, your entire body drawing up tight and tensing so hard that you can hardly see. Kirishima is still rutting blindly into you, making the best little noises as his cock begins to swell again.

It feels like you’re cumming forever, the ecstasy drawn out by Kirishima’s frantic humping as the ridges on his cock drag along your insides and light up every nerve and sweet spot you have. Feeling you come undone around his dick is always Kirishima’s favourite part, and you can feel his excitement in the way his movements become choppy and desperate as he tries to shove himself as far inside you as he can get. With a full body shiver and a drawn-out whine he comes again, although it may just be a second wave of his first orgasm -- you’re not sure if he ever finished cumming in the first place. You whimper quietly at the feeling of him flooding your insides, relaxing into his hands as he grasps you close to his chest. 

There’s a gasp, and when you turn your head to the side you’re greeted with the sight of Bakugou beginning to cum. He moans, his legs spread wide and his hips canting forward with every pulse of cum that drips from his dick. You can feel Kirishima shifting behind you, his hips still rocking softly into you, and you know that he’s watching too. You feel like you’re in heaven; not only do you have the privilege of getting fucked out by Kirishima, but you also get to watch Bakugou cum all over himself, and they’re both just so hot like this.

Bakugou sits back on his hands and focuses on his breathing as he tries to calm down, one shaky breath after another. “Fucking hell.”

Kirishima kisses your neck as he pulls out. “You were so good, sweetheart, you’re so amazing.” He murmurs, then looks to Bakugou. “Uh. So...” 

“Let me see.” Bakugou interrupts, pushing forward so he can get a proper look at you. His thumb brushes over your over-sensitive sex, and he rumbles a quiet laugh at the shudder that rips through you at the touch. You know without looking that he’s running his thumb over the mess of cum that oozing out of you, marveling at the sheer amount of it. “Fuck. Shit. Do you always cum this much?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima says bashfully, shifting his weight and tucking his dick self-consciously back into his pants, uncaring of the cum staining his clothes. “Uh, pretty much.”

“She’s covered in it. Damn.” he glances up and meets your eyes, and gives you such a wicked grin that your breath hitches a little. “You able to walk after taking that?”

The mere idea of moving has your muscles twinging, and you laugh as you shake your head into the couch. “No way. Just leave me like this for a while, I’m happy.”

The boys laugh, and Kirishima smooths his hand over your back. “Don’t you want to shower?” he asks fondly.

You definitely want to shower, but you’re also really not ready to move. Your limbs are floppy and achey, and you’re tired enough that you can mostly ignore the feeling of sweat and cum drying on your skin. “Mmmm.” is all you manage to say.

“How ‘bout I get you a towel and we cuddle in bed, hm?” he offers as a compromise, leaning down to scoop your boneless body into his arms. You let your head drop against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his muscles shifting beneath you as he shifts your weight around in his arms. The first time he had lifted you like this you had shrieked, certain that he was going to drop you, but that had only seemed to make him all the more determined to prove to you at every opportunity that he was strong enough to pick you up and carry you anywhere at any time.

“Hang on,” says Bakugou, halting Kirishima in his tracks. “What about this fucking mess?” he demands, gesturing at the cum-stained couch and floor.

“Huh? I’ll clean up later.” Kirishima says, edging out of the room.

“Clean up later? We’re gonna have to bleach the whole damn room. We definitely need a new fucking couch too, look at it!”

“Right, right.” Kirishima agrees, very obviously not listening. He set off down the hall, nuzzling a quick kiss onto your forehead before glancing over his shoulder. “Hey, come and cuddle with us.”

“Hah? You need to buy us a new couch, asshole!”

“You got it, man,” Kirishima agrees blithely, kicking open his bedroom door. “You coming?” You peer hopefully over Kirishima’s shoulder, and shoot him a beaming smile when Bakugou sends a doubtful little look towards you. The uncertainty in his expression is wiped clear, and then he gives a jerky little shrug and stomps down the hallway after the two of you.

“What the fuck ever. Don’t think you’re gonna get out of cleaning your mess up though, you bastard!”