#i fantasize as i’ve taken the day off work and i’m the one home alone today

[cuntisbeta]

thinking about my baby getting too wet waiting for me to come home when i have to stay unexpectedly late at work and when I finally walk in they’re riding a dildo missing me and when they see me their eyes light up and they put their ass up to me and spread their pussy lips apart whining for me to take care of them after they’ve been neglected all day

[unclewaynemunson]

Coffee shop AU, Christmas edition

(AO3 link)

It was Christmas Eve and Robin hated her life. Not because she hated Christmas, no, she actually loved Christmas, but because she had to work during the most festive days of the year. Days, plural. Correct. She had to work through all of Christmas. She really shouldn't have taken that random weekend off with Steve, of course Keith would want to punish them for that; she just hadn't thought he'd be evil enough to make them work all of the fucking Christmas shifts instead. But here she was.

She had been in a terrible mood for the whole day, driving Steve absolutely crazy, but finally, the pointers on the big clock behind the bar started creeping their way towards 10 o'clock and she could start fantasizing about the leftover turkey that would be waiting for her at home.

Steve kept glancing at his watch every ten seconds, and Robin felt sorry for him. It was kind of her fault that he had to work today and miss out on the majority of his first Christmas with his boyfriend, and she hadn't exactly been in a festive mood today.

'You know what, why don't you get out of here already?' she suggested.

He looked up from the coffee machine that he was cleaning, a dishcloth draped over his shoulder and that ridiculous Santa hat they both had to wear as part of their uniform during all of December still on his head.

'We still have twelve minutes and eighteen seconds till closing,' Steve pointed out.

Robin snorted. 'I think I can handle those by myself. I'm serious, don't worry about it. Eddie probably needs you more than I do on this fine Christmas Eve.'

The mere mention of Eddie's name was enough to bring a completely lovestruck smile onto Steve's face.

Robin grabbed the dishcloth from his shoulder and pushed him away from the coffee machine, ready to take over.

That was enough for him to take off his apron and give Robin a hug and a kiss on her hair – she had ditched her own Santa hat hours ago, that thing was way too sweaty and uncomfortable to be wearing all day and Keith wasn't around anyway.

'You're my hero. Love you, Buck. Happy Christmas.'

Despite her bad mood, she couldn't help but smile at him. 'Happy Christmas, dingus.'

He rushed his way out of the door, into the darkness outside.

'Steve, wait!' she called out, just when he was about to close the door behind him. 'Your hat.'

'Oh, fuck, forgot about that.' He took off his hat and tossed it towards Robin – it landed right onto the counter surprisingly gracefully – before he combed his hands through his hair to make it all puffy and gravity-defying again. 'You just saved my life, you know that, right? Eddie would've never let me forget if I showed up at his place with that thing on my head.'

'Tell him merry Christmas from me.'

'Will do.' He saluted at her and closed the door behind him, leaving Robin alone with soft jazzy Christmas music playing through the speakers and eleven minutes left until she could finally lock the door.

She quietly hummed along to the music as she finished cleaning the coffee machine and got the last couple of cups out of the dishwasher.

Five minutes left...

Three more to go...

Just one minute...

 The doorbell chimed. Goddamnit.

'We're closed!' Robin yelled without looking up from the dishwasher.

'Sorry. Just a cup of tea, please,' a clear girl's voice said.

 'You know, I was just getting ready to get out of here, I've been here all day while literally everybody else in this town is getting ready for the most amazing time of the year and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the turkey that's waiting for me at home since noon, and honestly, it's kind of shitty to come in here and bother minimum wage retails workers in the literal last minute of their shift, getting them to work about ten unpaid minutes just because  you  decided at the most inconvenient time ever that you wanted a cup of tea real bad, and usually, I'd do it, and even smile while doing so because that's our store policy, but right now, it's Christmas Eve and I wanna go home because I have to be back here at 8am tomorrow morning,  on Christmas,  so no, no cup of tea for you today, miss. My apologies. Why would you even  want  to get a cup of tea on fucking Christmas Eve all by yourself, do you have nothing better to do?'

It wasn't until then that Robin was finally ready to close the dishwasher and looked up from her work to meet whoever was standing at the counter.

'Oh, shit,' she uttered when she saw the customer: the girl had very clearly just had some kind of nervous breakdown. Her curly hair was all messed up, as if she'd been desperately pulling it, and her big eyes were puffy and as red as the tip of her nose.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you,' she quickly said, quietly cursing herself for being such an idiot.

'No, I'm sorry,' said the customer before Robin could continue rambling apologies or start firing all kinds of impertinent questions at her. 'You're clearly having a shitty Christmas Eve, I don't wanna take up any of your time. It's just... I saw that the lights were still on in here, and I was kind of freezing outside, so I thought... Sorry. I'll leave you to it.'

'No, wait,' said Robin, when the girl was already turning around towards the door. 'Let me get you that tea. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna have to reheat that turkey anyway, so those ten minutes won't make that much of a difference, honestly.'

The girl shot her a hesitant look. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, of course. Come on, take a seat, your tea will be right up, it's on the house. What flavor do you want? I'm guessing you could use something calming, how 'bout chamomile?'

'Chamomile sounds good, thanks,' the girl said, taking a seat on one of the stools at the bar. Her voice sounded small and Robin couldn't help but wonder what her story was, but she knew she probably shouldn't pry, no matter how badly she wanted to.

'How long have you been outside for?' she asked, settling for what seemed like an acceptably non-prying question.

'What?'

'You said you were freezing outside. Have you been, like, walking around, or...?'  Are you homeless?  She didn't look homeless; the woolen coat she was currently disposing onto the stool next to her looked expensive, and underneath it, she was wearing a tight jumper in a dark shade of red, and even though her hair was disheveled, it seemed to be a perm exactly following the latest trend.

'Thanks,' said the girl when Robin handed her her tea, not answering the unfinished question that was still hanging in the air between them.

'Jeez, your hands!' Robin couldn't help but blurt out: her fingers were white as a corpse.

'Yeah.' The girl held her hands over the cup, warming them on the steam that was emerging from the hot water. 'I lost track of time out there.'

Robin shot her a worried look. 'Did you get hypothermia? I could check in the back if we have, like, a blanket or something to get you warmed up?'

'I'm fine, don't worry about it,' the girl said. 'It's nice and warm in here. And the tea helps.'

When looking past the redness around her eyes and the heartbreakingly sad look in them, the girl was actually very pretty, Robin noticed. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue and huge in her fine-featured face. She had a cute nose, even though it was red from the cold outside, and beautifully shaped lips.

'D'you wanna talk about it?' Robin asked.

''Bout what?'

''Bout why you were taking a hike all by yourself on this cold Christmas Eve, showing up here looking like you've been crying for hours...'

The girl wrapped her hands around her cup – her fingers had turned from that deadly pale shade to a burning red – and blew into the steam.

'I take it you're not having a great Christmas, huh?' Robin continued when she didn't get any response from the girl. She should probably stop prying.

The girl grimaced. 'Yeah, you can say that much. I um... We were having this family dinner, with my grandparents and all. I said something I shouldn't have. And even though my parents are generally supportive of me, my grandparents...' She paused to sigh. 'They're from another generation, you know? So they didn't really like what I said when they asked me when I'd finally bring a boyfriend home for Christmas, and my parents didn't exactly back me up like I hoped they would, so I just – I had to get out of there.' New tears were appearing in the girl's eyes, making Robin feel guilty that she even asked about it in the first place.

She drew in a shaky breath before she continued. 'I just want them to – to love me the way I am, you know?'

Robin nodded. Usually, she wasn't great at picking up on subtext and hidden meanings, but when it was about this kind of subject, she was a true master in reading between the lines.

Acting braver than she felt, she stretched out a hand and covered the girl's cold fingers with her own.

The girl looked up from her tea, big blue eyes piercing into Robin's, making her breath catch.

'I know,' Robin said, quietly. 'I know exactly what you mean.'

Suddenly, it felt like too much, too overwhelming; those huge doe eyes gazing up at her, the sensation of her skin against the palm of Robin's hand, the quiet around them, only disturbed by the background Christmas jazz...

Robin took a step back and cleared her throat, then took up a cloth to start wiping the counter, which had already been cleaned, but she needed something to keep her hands busy, to pretend like she had something to do in there other than staring at the beautiful girl in front of her.

'So what are you gonna do?' she asked, when the silence started weighing onto her too heavily.

The girl shrugged, didn't quite meet Robin's eyes. 'Finish my tea,' she said.

'And after that?'

She sighed. 'I don't know. I really don't wanna go back home yet. But they'll probably get worried at some point, and I can hardly stay outside in the cold for another hour, and I don't really feel like crashing any of my friends' family dinners with my gay drama.'

'You could come with me.'

There was a silence, a somewhat aloof look in the girl's eyes.

'I'm sorry,' Robin said immediately. 'We barely know each other, that was weird. It was a terrible idea, forget I said that. Just – you can finish your tea and I'll close off and –'

'No, it's um – it's really sweet that you offered that. I don't wanna impose, though. Your parents...' She didn't finish her sentence, made some kind of undefined gesture with her arms.

'Don't worry 'bout it, they won't mind. There's probably enough leftover turkey for the both of us, anyway. You can use the phone here to call your parents, say that you're staying at a friend's or whatever...'

The girl bit her lip. A cute blush was appearing on her cheeks. 'Would it be okay – would you mind calling them for me? I really don't know what to tell them and I don't wanna get into some huge fight over the phone, you know?'

'Yeah, of course, sure thing.'

The girl dictated the number for Robin to dial, and not long after, she was met with a woman's voice at the other end of the line.

'Hi, um, I’m a friend of –' She turned around to look at the girl sitting on the other side of the bar, realizing she had no idea what her name was.

'Nancy,' the girl whispered.

'Nancy! A friend of Nancy's. Robin. Um, I just wanted to let you know that she's okay and she's with me, so you don't have to worry about her. She won't be coming back for a little while longer, though. Is there anything I can pass on to her?'

Robin heard Nancy's mother sigh into her ear.

'Can you please tell her that we love her very much? And that we try to support her as best as we can, but that her grandparents – it's complicated. We love her, but we love them, too. Can you tell her that, please?'

Robin wanted to make some petty remark about unconditional love, but swallowed her words, thinking it wasn't her place, and instead said that she would deliver the message to Nancy, which she did after she hung up the phone.

'It sucks, doesn't it?' she added. 'They always say that it's complicated, but I don't know, maybe it's just me, but it really doesn't seem that complicated to me. Right?'

'Thanks –' Nancy's eyes flashed downwards for a second, to the button on Robin's apron. '-Robin,' she said with a shy smile around her lips. It was the first time Robin saw her smile, and it looked beautiful on her, revealing a whole maze of tiny soft lines and dimples around her mouth and nose.

Robin cleared her throat, realizing she was staring. 'Come on, time to head home,' she said.

When they got outside, both wrapped in their coats, they were met with an icy night: the wind was stinging in Robin's face and their breaths formed tiny clouds in front of their faces.

Robin glanced down at Nancy's bare hands. 'Don't you have any gloves?'

'I kinda left in a rush,' Nancy answered. 'Is it far to your house?'

'Couple blocks. Here, let me keep you warm.' She held out her hand, which was wrapped in a warm mitten.

The girl opened her mouth as if she wanted to protest, but Robin just took her hand before she could say anything.

'Does this help?'

Another smile lit up Nancy's features. 'Yeah, it helps,' she said, suddenly sounding shy – which made Robin feel shy, too, because now she was holding Nancy's hand and she hadn't really thought this through because she was also bringing her home with her and she didn't even know her but she knew she was into girls and what was she actually doing here, exactly?

But Nancy gently squeezed her hand and that simple touch was enough to pull Robin out of her spiraling thoughts and stop her from losing her mind; she looked down to their linked hands and couldn't help but grin. It felt safe, somehow, and if Nancy hadn't been so sad, it could even have been cozy. Suddenly, the December air around them didn't feel so cold anymore.

☃️

'You wanna go home?' Robin asked after they had finished their turkey and chatted with her parents for a while. Her parents were in the kitchen to do some last dishes, leaving Nancy and Robin alone at the table.

'You don't have to,' she quickly added when she saw the look in Nancy's eyes. 'You can stay for as long as you need. Seriously, I don't know how to say this without sounding creepy, but you can totally stay the night – not meant in a creepy way.'

Nancy chuckled. 'Maybe I'd like that, if you truly don't mind. My grandparents are leaving tomorrow morning, and I don't really feel like having another confrontation with them...'

'Yeah, I get that,' Robin mumbled.

And that's how she ended up sharing her bed with Nancy. She couldn't stop herself from shooting a glance over her shoulder when Nancy was getting changed into some borrowed pajamas which were way too big on her. She looked amazingly pretty, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim light, and Robin quickly averted her gaze. She had promised Nancy it would be a non-creepy sleepover and she was planning on keeping that promise.

But when they were in bed together, she could hear Nancy's breathing and feel the warmth she was emitting, and she figured she wouldn't be getting a whole lot of sleep that night.

☃️

Her alarm woke Robin up before the sun had properly set. The first thing she noticed were the arms wrapped around her; apparently, Nancy had snuggled up to her back while they were sleeping, and now she was clinging onto her while softly breathing into her ear. Robin's breath caught and she lifted her head to look behind her.

She didn't know if Nancy had already been awake or not, but Robin's movement made her stir and disentangle her limbs from Robin's body. It left Robin feeling empty, like she lost something important, and she turned around completely so that she could face Nancy.

'Merry Christmas,' the girl said to her. It was barely more than a whisper.

She looked more content than last night, as far as Robin could see in the half-dark of the dawn: well-rested, less distressed, with a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

'Merry Christmas,' Robin murmured back, her voice as hoarse as it was every morning.

She felt Nancy's arm slide around her waist again, and she moved a little bit closer in response, resting their foreheads together, just taking in the peace and quiet of the early Christmas morning. Almost subconsciously, her breathing aligned itself with Nancy's.

'Thank you for everything, Robin,' Nancy whispered into the few inches of space between them.

Her lips fluttered against Robin's, so softly that Robin wondered if it really happened or if she was still caught in a dream.

'Is this okay?' Nancy looked at her attentively, a questioning look in her big blue eyes.

It was real, Robin realized. Nancy was really kissing her. In her bed. While wearing her pajamas. On Christmas morning.

Her heart rate was speeding up, but she knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid, not as long as Nancy was looking at her like that: she tangled her fingers into Nancy's messy curls and leaned in to kiss her properly.

She supposed it should probably be gross, sharing their first kiss while both of them had morning breath and smelled like sleep, but it wasn't, it really wasn't – it tasted like Nancy, and Nancy was perfect, so this was perfect, too. It was warm and sleepy, getting more heated as seconds passed, and Robin didn't think she would ever get enough of it, of that feeling of Nancy's soft lips against hers, their tastes on each other's tongues, their bodies pressed against each other under the warm covers. She could stay like this forever, and even though she would have to get back to work in less than an hour, she knew that she had still gotten the perfect Christmas.

[waitimcomingtoo]

I Thought This Was A Closet Party

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter helps you with a favor that brings you closer than ever. Like, stuck in a closet together type of close

Masterlist

“Hello Peter.” You greeted him stiffly. “You look very sexy today.”

Peter swiveled in his chair to look at you, perched in his door way with a look on your face that he knew all too well.

“Oh God.” He groaned. “What do you want?”

“What makes you think I want something, my delectable best friend?” You asked as you walked into his room and shut the door behind you. Peter his earbuds out and looked up at you, giving you his full attention.

“Maybe because called me “delectable”.” He said pointedly and you waved your hand in dismissal.

“Haha.” You faked laughed and draped yourself over his lap, making him adjust himself in the chair to catch you. “You are just as funny as you are handsome.”

“Fake flirting?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he secured his arms around your waist to keep you from falling off the chair. “What do want? My kidney?”

“Oh, Peter. You are so silly. Your sense of humor is unmatched.” You laughed again as you patted his chest. “Have I mentioned I love this flannel? It’s so rugged and lesbian chic. You fill it out really well. Is it Gucci?”

“It’s from Goodwill and I’m not giving you anything. Flattery gets you nowhere-“

“Hold on.” You interrupted before sighing dramatically. “Sorry. I just got lost in your eyes. They remind me of the ocean.”

“My eyes are brown.” Peter shut you down instantly.

“I know. Water pollution is so devastating. I bet you could end it with just a smile and a wink.” You flirted around you walked your fingers up his chest and booped his nose.

“That’s one of the weirder come on’s I’ve heard.” He laughed at you. Even thought he knew you were only kidding, it didn’t stop his heart from pounding when you flirted with him. He did his best to keep a straight face as you toyed with the collar of his shirt. You looked up suddenly and your face softened, almost like you were being genuine for a moment.

“Your face looks scrumptious in the moonlight.” You deadpanned, making Peter groan loudly and rub his tired eyes.

“I need you to stop.” Peter whined as you laughed at yourself.

“I fantasize about us being in love to fall asleep.” You continued your charade as you wrapped your arms around his neck. That one hit a little too close to home for Peter and he blew out a breath.

“Just take it. Take my kidney. This is unbearable.”

“I really like your personality.” You tried again.

“Not gonna happen.” Peter insisted.

“You butt looks good in those jeans?” You phrased it as more of a question as you looked at him with hope.

“You got me.” He sighed. “You know my butt is a direct pathway to my heart. What do you need from me?”

You smiled with pride as you finally broke him down and climbed off his lap.

“I need an interview with Cleatus Kassidy for an article.” You told him as you clasped your hands under your chin.

“Okay.” Peter nodded. “Where is he?”

You took a step towards Peter and brushed a curl behind his ear, letting your hand rest in the back of his neck and and tangle in his curls. He knew this was just another step in your scheme to get him to help you, but he couldn’t help from leaning into your touch.

“Queensboro Correctional facility.” You said sheepishly, and Peter finally understood what all the flirtatious precautions were for.

“He’s in jail?” Peter nearly screamed when you broke the news.

“No.” You said and Peter relaxed. “He’s in prison.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Peter dismissed you and held out the scissors again. “I’d rather you take the kidney.”

“Please?” You pleaded and tilted his chin up to look at you. “I can’t be a criminal investigator without any experience and I’m already behind since my stupid professor doesn’t like me. Which is insane, by the way, since I’m adorable and charming.”

“Yeah, I cant imagine why he wouldn’t like you, you being so humble and all.” He replied. 

“Right?” You answered, unaware of his sarcasm. “I need this to prove I belong in his class. This is the break I’ve been waiting for.”

“What do you need from me?” Peter sighed. “That doesn’t mean I’m helping, I just want an estimation on how stupid this plan is before I put an offer down.”

“I need you to help me break into the prison so I can put my name in his visitors list.” You said all in one breath.

“You want to break into jail?” Peter whispered harshly so his aunt wouldn’t hear.

“No.” You said bluntly. “I want to break into prison.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Peter held up his hands in defense and swiveled back to face his desk.

“Peter, please?” You begged as you turned his chair around. “Do you understand how much this means to me?”

“And do you understand that people typically try to break out of prison? Not in?” Peter sassed you.

“But this is the only way to get on his visitors list.” You whined. “I’ve tried calling everyday for the three weeks but he keeps getting his phone privileges taken away for behavioral misconducts.”

“What kind of behavior misconducts?” Peter lowered his eyebrows skeptically. You looked down at your hands and timidly picked at your chipping nail polish.

“The stabbing kind.” You mumbled and Peters jaw dropped.

“That’s a bad kind!” He exclaimed.

“But no one ever finds a knife!” You retorted. “The victims always have deep puncture wounds but no knife. And the guards once found bite marks.”

“Oh, great. So he takes a little nibble after puncturing his victims.” Peter clasped his hands together on his lap. “Can’t wait to meet him. Should I bake him some cornbread as a gift?”

“That’d be nice.” You ignored his sarcasm and answered honestly.

“I was being sarcastic.” Peter snapped and got out of his chair.

“Good for you!” You said back. “No one investigated the bite marks even though they didn’t match Cleatus’s dental records. Not to mention, his MO has completely changed since getting into prison. He used to go after blonde women in their 40’s-

“Karen’s.” Peter cut in.

“Exactly.” You nodded. “And now he goes after men who are in for non violent crimes with no previous records. Something weird is going and no one is investigating it. That’s why I need to get in there and see what’s up but I need your help to do that. You owe me since you got me thinking about how much I want cornbread.”

Peter leaned on his hand and stared at you, trying to decipher his next move. You folded your arms and stared back, trying to look serious.

“People are dying, Peter.” You said softly, making him sigh.

“I also want cornbread.” He said quietly as he kept his gaze down.

“Peter, I will bake you all the cornbread you can eat until you’re too heavy to swing from your webs if you help me.” You told him as you sat back on his lap. Peter squeezed your hip gently and pursed his lips.

“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “We could get in a lot of trouble.”

“Your ass is bigger than Captain America’s.” You started up again with the compliments, making a smile tug at Peters lips. 

“I’m in.”

“Yay! Thank you so much.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “When I win the Pulitzer Prize for my work you’ll be the first one I thank.”

“All right, all right.” Peter chuckled softly as he rubbed your back. “What’s the first step of the plan?”

“You have your suit, so it’s only fair I get a disguise of my own.” You began.

“Does that mean...”

“Yep.” You smiled. “Road trip to Goodwill.”

“You treat me so well.” Peter beamed.

~

A day later, you stood outside Queensboro Correctional facility in a makeshift guard next to Peter in his Spiderman suit.

“This is it?” Peter asked as he looked at the building. It’s height alone made him feel small, and the fact he was the reason a few of those inmates were in there didn’t make him feel any better.

“This is it.” You confirmed as you adjusted your tie.

“How do we get in?” Peter looked to you.

“The computer room is the only one with a window that opens since you need a key to get in. It locks automatically so you have to stay there while I do my part of the plan. Once my name is on the list, we can meet back at the computer room.”

“And then we get cornbread?” Peter asked.

“And then we get cornbread.” You nodded.

“Awesome. You ready?”

“Ready.” You secured yourself to Peters side but stopped him before he could swing away. “Oh wait. Hang on.” You took out your phone and quickly dialed a number.

“Who are you calling?” Peter wondered as you held your phone to your ear.

“Remember that thing we talked about? Awesome. Yeah, you can do it now.” You said into the phone as you looked to the sky. Right as Peter looked up in the same direction, a hot blue lightning rod struck the power lines, sending a wave of sparks to rain down. The lights inside the prison flickered for a moment before coming back on.

“You got Thor involved?” Peter asked in shock.

“I needed him to knock out the security cameras so we didn’t get caught.” You shrugged. “Unless, of course, you wanted to join Cleatus in there.”

“Just grab on.” Peter huffed and wrapped his arm around your waist. He shot a web towards the fifth floor and swung you up there with ease. He stuck to the side of the building as he opened the window, pushing you inside before going in himself.

“You didn’t have to roll me in like I’m a bowling ball.” You grumbled as you dusted yourself off.

“You’re just mad because I always beat you at Wii bowling.” Peter shrugged as he brushed some dust off your shoulder.

“Okay, but which one of us cried because they lost at Wii tennis last week?” You asked as you peered out the window in the door for any guards.

“Me, but I wasn’t crying because I lost.” Peter insisted.

“Sure you weren't.” You quipped as you fixed your uniform.

“You hit me in the face with your controller!” Peter whispered harshly, not wanting to alert anyone to his presence.

“The past can hurt us, but we have to chose to run from it or learn from it.” You said causally as you continued to look out the window.

“Do not quote Lion King right now, I swear to God.” Peter grumbled as he took a seat at one of the computers.

“You’re not being very Hakuna matata right now.” You said quietly and Peter glared at you, piercing you through his mask.

“I just feel like you’re being a little too slimy and not enough satisfying.” You added and he balled his hands into a fist.

“We are in a correctional facility right now and unless you’d like to write your next exposition from a cell in a women’s prison, I suggest you get on with your part of the plan.” Peter said with superficial calmness.

“Right. Sorry. I’ll go find a guard.” You hung your head in shame and left the room. You tried to blend in as you walked through the halls, smiling tightly at any guards you passed. Coming behind a corner, you found a single guard by an open window and took the next step of the plan. You ducked behind the wall and held your fingers against the intercom in your ear.

“Eagle 1, do you copy? Eagle 1, over.” You whispered.

“Who’s Eagle 1? Don’t even tell me you got Sam in on the plan.” Peters voice filled your ear.

“You’re Eagle 1!” You whispered abrasively. “We can’t have a heist without code names.”

“I’m thinking of a lot of code names I’d like you call you right now.” Peter mumbled.

“Are you in position?” You asked him.

“Yes, I am in position.” Peter confirmed as he stuck to the side of the building.

“I found a guard.” You told him. “I’m on the west side of the fifth floor. Do you see me?”

“I see you.” Peter responded.

“Okay. Do your thing.”

You watched Peter swing back and forth between the buildings outside of the window where you were positioned. When the guard didn’t look up, you had to step in.

“Wow! Is that Spider-Man?” You asked dramatically as you came around the corner. The guard barely glanced up at the window and looked at you.

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“That’s so cool. He’s like a celebrity.” You gushed.

“Yeah.” He said again.

“Boy, wouldn’t it be awesome to get a picture with him? You’d be the coolest guy ever if you could get a picture.” You forced a laugh, beginning to panic when the guard wasn’t responding the way you hoped.

“Eh.” He shrugged unenthusiastically.

“Why don’t you give me your phone and I’ll take your picture? I’m sure Spiderman wouldn’t mind.” You looked at Peter and gave him a thumbs up, which he reciprocated.

“Meh.” He said and began to walk away, making your heart race with fear.

“Okay, um, wait!” You called after him, still needing the code from him.

“What?” He turned around, growing frustrated with you. Your eyes darted across his face before landing on his name tag.

“Sebastian.” You faked a smile. “I really need to get onto one of the computers but I left my phone as home. Do you think you could tell me the passcode?”

Sebastian cocked his head to the side and looked at you sideways for a moment, making you shift uncomfortably. You were sure you were caught just from his look.

“Where’s your name tag?” He questioned. You looked down at where your name tag should be and gulped. The uniform was pretty easy to make out of miscellaneous items from Goodwill, but you’d forgotten about a name tag.

“An inmate…swallowed it.” You lied, hoping he would somehow believe you with your pithy excuse.

“Which inmate?” Sebastian asked, making you suck in a breath. You raked your brain for the most generic name you could think of.

“Josh?” It came out as more of question as a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead. To your surprise, Sebastians face softened and he let out a laugh.

“Damn. That is so Josh.” He chuckled. “The code is 877-393-4448. If you talk to Sheila at the front desk, she can get you another name tag. This is the ninth one Josh has swallowed.”

You gave Sebastian a gentle smile, surprised he was so eager to help you.

“Thank you.” You said sincerely. Sebastian nodded and returned the smile.

“And between you and me, Captain America is way cooler.” He said behind his hand, like it was a secret.

“Totally.” You laughed before he walked away.

“I heard that.” Peter grumbled into your intercom.

“I was just playing along to keep my cover.” You defended yourself as you wrote the code down in your notes.

“Eagle 1, the recipe has been downloaded. I repeat, the recipe had been downloaded.” You whispered so only Peter could hear.

“What recipe?”

“The code!” You almost yelled. “I got the code, you ninny. Are you back in the computer room?”

“I just got in.” He told you.

“Okay. I’m texting you the code. Tell me when you get it.”

“I got it.” He confirmed.

“Go to inmate information.” You walked him through the steps.

“Yep.”

“Find inmate 24601.” You said, Cleatus’s number.

“Getting scared at how much you know about the prison computer system.” Peter laughed nervously as he did what you asked.

“Go to visitors.” You ignored his comment.

“Okay.”

“And put my full name.” You instructed. Your heart raced as you waited for him to complete the most important part of the plan.

“You’re on.” Peter told you, making you sigh in relief.

“Yes! I love you.” You cheered. “You’re the best best friend in the world.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Peter said quietly, still reeling from you saying you loved him.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” You gushed as you walked back towards the computer room. You were flooded with excitement and appreciation for Peter that was pouring out of you.

“And Thor, apparently.” He commented as he got out of the computer chair.

“Shut up.” You teased. “All we need to do now is get out of here without being seen. Think you can do that?”

“You’re talking to Spiderman, baby.” Peter quipped. “I can do anything.”

“Except put the toilet seat down after using it, apparently.” You shrugged, biting your tongue so you wouldn’t laugh as you passed a guard.

“I told you I was sorry for that.”

“Do you know what it’s like to fall into a toilet, Peter?” You asked him. “My knees hit my shoulders.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.” He insisted.

“I could’ve drowned.” You snapped as you came around a corner. Your eyes widened in shock as Peter, still in his suit, met you in the hallway.

“Could you really, though?” He sassed as he approached you. Your throat went dry at the sight of him and you struggled to find the words to say.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered as you pulled him back around the corner.

“Oh, didn’t you hear? We broke in. You know, like a crime.” Peter said casually, making you groan loudly.

“Do not rehash John Mulaney jokes right now.” You demanded. “Why are you here? You left the computer room?”

“You said we were gonna meet up.” He said, beginning to see how panicked you were.

“Yes! Inside the computer room! So we can escape out the window.” You had to keep yourself from yelling so you frantically paced back and forth. There was no explanation for why or how Spider-Man was inside the prison and all it would take was a quick search of your name to reveal you didn’t actually work there.

“All right, so we’ll just go back in there.” Peter said calmly, trying to address the situation.

“We can’t just go back in there. It locks automatically.” You told him. “That’s why you were supposed to wait in there to let me in.”

“Oh.” Peter said meekly.

“Yeah. Oh.” You poked him angrily.

“What do we do now?” He asked, his panic levels rising to match your own. You opened your mouth to speak until the sound of keys jingling caught your attention.

“Wait, someone’s coming. We can’t get caught.” You gripped his shoulders and looked at him in fear.

“What’s the big deal? You have your guard costume on. Plus, everyone love the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” Peter tried to calm you down but it only made you worse.

“Unless you want to become the friendly cell block inmate, we need to hide.” You whispered as you looked around. You spotted a janitors closet down the hall and tugged Peter towards it. “Get in here.”

You scrambled inside the closet, not realizing how cramped it would be with two people and a prisons worth of cleaning supplies. Your back was pressed against shelves and the front of you was pressed against Peter, someone he wasn’t complaining about. You rested your hands on his chest and looked through the slits in the door vent as Sebastian walked by the closet.

“He looks mean.” Peter gulped. “He looks like a biter.”

“Don’t judge him.” You whispered. “He was actually very nice to me.”

“Why are you getting friendly with the correctional officers?” Peter looked down at you, feeling a familiar sense of jealously bubble in his tummy.

“Why are you so doo doo at following directions?” You shot back.

“Your adjectives never fail to blow my mind.” Peter shook his head as he slipped his mask off.

“yOuR aDjeCtiVes nEVer fAil”, you mimicked his voice as you moved your hand like a puppet, “yeah okay School House Rock.”

“Keep it coming with the obscure references.” Peter leaned closer to taunt you. “Keep it coming please.”

You continued to berate Peter until his attention snapped towards the door and he put a gloved hand over your mouth.

“Wait, shhh!” He silenced you as he squinted through the vents in the door.

“Ew. When was the last time you washed your hands? We’re in a prison! You touched the doorknobs.” You grimaced as your took his hand off your mouth.

“You don’t like my doorknob hands? You don’t like my grimy doorknobs hands?” Peter asked as he rubbed his hands all over your face while you gagged.

“Might I remind you our personal freedoms are at stake? Do you want to go to jail?” You asked as you held his hands tightly in place to keep them off of you. Peter looked down guilty when he remembered where you were and put his hands down.

“I’ll be quiet.” He said sheepishly. You both stood in silence as another guard walked by, the only sounds coming from your heartbeats. Being this close to you was one thing, but Peters heightened senses was giving him gateway to a whole other experience. He could literally smell your fear, as well as your strawberry shampoo.

“I cannot believe we’re hiding in a supply closet.” He laughed a little to distract himself. “What’s next, we’re forced to share a bed?”

“I know. Or like, my mom can’t pay the bills so she sells me to your family.” You added, laughing along with him until you heard footsteps. “Oh, shh.”

You pressed yourself even closer to Peter as a group of guards walked past, trying to breathe as quietly as possible so they didn’t hear you. Peters has tightened with you this close, placing his hand on the small of your back to keep you in place. Your ear was flush against his heartbeat and you could hear it beating like a drum as you clung to him for safety.

“This is ridiculous. I am never going along with one of your plans again. They always put us in the most uncomfortable positions.” Peter grumbled, trying to act like having you this close wasn’t the greatest thing to happen to him.

“No they don’t.” You scoffed and continued to look out the vents for guards.

“Remember your fantastic movie night plan when you convinced me to watch 365 Days? How did that turn out, huh?” He reminded you making your whole face go white as you remembered that movie.

“I don’t want to talk about that.” You avoided his eyes as your cheeks flamed.

“Exactly.” Peter argued. “We couldn’t even look at each other. We were too frozen from shock to turn it off.”

“Every time I hear the word “boat” I get flashbacks.” You shuddered.

“Okay let’s not talk about the boat scene when we’re this close.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself calm.

All of him.

“Why?” You asked curiously, not understanding what was going through Peters mind.

“I’m gonna shish kebab you, that’s why.” Peter said with embarrassment, suddenly wishing he had left the mask on to keep you from seeing how flushed he was. The wheels turned in your brain and a sheepish smile came on your face as you realized what he was worried about. You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it when a janitor and a guard stopped outside your closet.

“Kassidy again? What now?” The janitor asked with a sigh. You listened closely as you clung to Peter. He could barely focus on the conversation as your heartbeat fell into rhythm with him.

“Another stabbing.” The guard said. “If this guy gets one more shot, he’s getting moved to max.”

“All right. I’ll grab a mop.” The janitor said, making you and Peter look at each other in a panic.

“Shit.” You whispered with wide eyes.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Either you’re shish kebab-ing me from the back or the mop he’s looking for is right behind me.” You explained. Peter peered behind you and saw the handle of a mop leaning against the shelves and felt his heart race.

“Oh God. I can’t go to prison! I’m too soft and wholesome.” Peter began to freak out, feeling his forehead drip with sweat.

“Yeah, I hear that defense works really well in court.” You said sarcastically.

“Do not sass me, woman! This is your fault!” He exclaimed and you knew he was right. It was your fault.

“Let’s not play the blame game.” You said timidly. “And calling me “woman” like that is demeaning.”

“I know. Sorry women.” Peter said sincerely as he looked up. You looked up too but saw nothing but a water stain.

“Who are you apologizing to?” You asked.

“Captain Marvel.” He said sheepishly.

“What are we gonna do? We can’t get caught.” You whined quietly as you anxiously clutched Peters arms. Peter cleared his throat as another wave of your shampoo was scent his way.

“On the one hand, we could explain to them what we’re doing here and hope they have a sense of humor and sympathy for college students.” Peter chuckled shortly. “On the other hand, you smell like strawberries.”

“Wait, shh.” You stepped even closer to him when the janitor came closer to the closet door.

“Come here.” Peter said as he turned you around. He wrapped his arm firmly around your shoulders and held you flushed against himself as the janitor opened the door. You both held your breath and you pressed your back as close to Peters chest as you possibly could as the janitor grabbed the mop you were previously leaning against and left the closet. You waited a few seconds before sighing in relief, staying in Peters arms as you relaxed.

“I cannot believe that worked.” You breathed, still scared to talk too loudly in case he came back.

“I know. My friend Drax taught me how to do it. If you stand perfectly still, you become invisible to the human eye.” Peter spoke in a hushed tone as he panted.

“Wow.” You swallowed, your mouth having gone dry from fear.

“I know.” Peter nodded, resting his chin on top of your head. You had finally collected yourself when you felt something pressed against your leg.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I leaning on another mop?”

More silence filled the closet as that something continued to press against you.

“I wish I could say yes.” Peter said after a minute. You hung your head and tried to keep your laughter to yourself.

“Oh my God.” You sputtered. “Peter!”

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. “I have no control over him.”

“Him?!” You craned your neck to look at him in shock.

“If you must know, I call him Samuel L. Jackson.” Peter said sheepishly.

“Why?” You looked at him over your shoulder and he looked down in shame.

“Because he’s in everything.” Peter admitted, making you look up at the ceiling and count to ten in your head.

“You belong here.” You nodded. “You belong in prison.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter exclaimed. “Don’t get mad at me. It’ll only make it worse.”

“Everything I’m learning about you right now is against my will.” You grimaced.

“Wait, Karen isn’t picking up any heat signatures near us.” Peter said as he slipped his mask back on.

“Now he changes the subject.” You muttered to yourself.

“The coast is clear. We gotta go.” Peter scooped you up and opened the closet door. “And I’m not waiting for your little slow ass.”

“This is not how I imagined my Saturday.” You commented as Peter carried you back to the computer room as fast as he could.

“That makes three of us.” Peter said as he rounded the corner.

“Three?”

“Can’t forget about Samuel.” He gulped, knowing you’d get mad at him for what he said. You shook your head as he set you down in front of the the computer room door.

“We can’t go out this way. The door is locked, remember?” You put your hands on your hips and looked at him.

“Maybe, but it won’t be unlocked when we use this key I stole from the janitor.” Peter said as he smugly held up a key. “Even has a cute little label on it that says ‘computer room.’ How convenient.”

A smile lit up your face as you took the key from him, wasting no time in unlocking the door and pulled him inside. Once you were hidden from view, you pulled him into a long hug.

“I’m glad you came along.” You murmured in his ear. Peter smiled as he hugged you back, nuzzling into your hair. “Lets go.”

Two hours later, you were back in Peters apartment in your regular clothes. Peter could hear you talking on the phone after you stepped out take a call. After all the romantic moments, he really didn’t want to go back to being just friends.

Peter snapped out of his trance when you came back from his balcony, a giddy smile on your face.

“I just got off the phone with Queensboro.” You beamed. “I have a 2 pm appointment tomorrow with Cleatus.”

You punctuated your sentence by breaking out in a happy dance, grabbing Peters hand and twirling yourself with it.

“So our little plan worked.” He chuckled as you moved back and forth, dancing to music that wasn’t there.

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” You said as you took your head off his shoulder to look at him fondly. “Love you.”

“Ew. Whatever.” Peter pretended to gag to distract from his blush.

“You know”, you smiled coyly at Peter, “I’m gonna be pretty hungry after my interview tomorrow. All that criminal investigating is sure to work up an appetite.”

“I’m sure it will.” He responded, not knowing where you were going with that statement. You rested your head back on his shoulder as you continued to sway.

“Maybe you can take me on that date you’ve been dying to ask me on.”

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Then Have Me - A Short Snippet

A few people were like “Dr. Grey x Vic”? And, I was like nah. But, then I was like hmm...And now here’s almost 1500 words of that lmao

mildly spicy

Underneath the cut. Gender neutral! Vic. 

You don’t know when you started fantasizing about Dr. Grey. You can’t pinpoint a particular moment, a particular point in time, when your view of him shifted—from mentor to…well, whatever filth your mind conjured up. All you know is, you didn’t have this problem before you became chief resident. And, now, sitting alone in your office, all you can think about is his hands on you—taking you apart.

You scowl and swivel in your chair. This is inconvenient. No, more than inconvenient. Morally untenable. Peter—no, you correct yourself, Dr. Grey—is your attending, the chief of NINO surgery, your boss. So you’re not a baby resident anymore. You’re chief. You’re almost an attending: just a year’s difference. You’re almost equals, technically, so it’s not that terrible…

You hiss in frustration and resist the urge to bang your head against your desk. Out of all the people to lust after, why him? Why the person you most admire? A man so out of your league that it’s almost pathetic, how much you want his mouth on yours (or him smiling at you, or him holding you close)—stop. 

It’s impossible. Even if it wasn’t a grey zone (ha!) ethics-wise, there’s no way he’d go for someone like you. Just look at his ex-wife. Neurosurgeon, turned admin shark. You’re…what? Just a resident, at the end of the day, whose hands still shake sometimes during surgery. Ale has always said you were a catch, but in comparison to Dr. Grey? 

Not a chance. 

You startle when you hear a knock on your door. It’s almost 11 p.m.—who could possibly want you at this hour? Who could still possibly be here in this hospital at this hour? 

“Vic?” 

Shit. 

You take a deep breath, and try to arrange your face into your most neutral expression, your I-was-not-just-thinking-about-your-tongue-down-my-throat expression, before you open the door.

Dr. Grey’s standing in front of you, as stupidly handsome as ever. He’s probably been up since five in the morning, but he wears it well: his hair tousled just so, that trace of a five o’clock shadow on his face. How is it that you have more eye bags than he does? It is decidedly unfair.

“I saw the light was still on,” Dr. Grey says. You realize belatedly that you’re blocking the doorway, and you step aside to let him in. “It’s late…you should head home.”

You shrug, keeping your voice nonchalant. “I had some work to catch up on. I’m almost done.”

I’ve also being imagining you fucking me senseless, but that’s neither here nor there.

“I see.” Dr. Grey clears his throat. It’s strange, this look on his face. He looks uncomfortable, but why? 

You run through the past week in your head. Did you fuck up during one of his cases? No. Maybe it’s something about how you’re doing as chief? But, he just praised you when you met with him last Wednesday. 

“It’s just…” Dr. Grey sighs. “I think you’ve been avoiding me. And, I was wondering why?”

You feel your cheeks flush against your will, and you turn around quickly to close the door—just so he won’t see before you can get yourself under control. So you haven’t been subtle. You thought you were, but of course Dr. Grey’s as perceptive as he is competent. How can you pretend that everything is normal around him, when you’re literally imagining the nastiest things he could do to you when you’re at home, when you’re bored in the office? It’s gross, this…this attraction you have towards him. You see his hands, and you just want them to run over your body. You see his mouth, and you just want them between your legs. 

“I haven’t,” you mutter. You walk to your desk, purposefully ignoring his gaze, and start packing up for the day. “I’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” You don’t need to look at him to hear the doubt in his voice. “You can tell me, if I’ve done something wrong.”

This is truly hell. Not only are you lusting after your attending, your attending thinks that he’s offended you. You want to crawl into a hole and die. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” you say between your teeth. You zip up your backpack with a sharp jerk of your hand. “It’s not you at all.”

“What is it then?” You make the mistake of looking up, and you see the worry in Dr. Grey’s eyes. 

Fuck.

“You can tell me,” Dr. Grey says gently. “I’m your mentor, aren’t I? That’s what I’m here for.”

Double fuck.

You clench your jaw, debating whether you should just leave. No, that would be rude. And—damn it, if you still don’t want to please him (in multiple ways, your traitorous mind whispers). 

“It’s not something you can fix,” you finally say. 

Tell me, Dr. Grey, how I can stop thinking about you.

“What?” Dr. Grey blinks. 

“What?” you say. Now he looks taken aback, pale even. Surely he’s not that invested in your problems? “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You…” Dr. Grey trails off, and then seems to steel himself. “You think about me?”

FUCK.

If you wanted to crawl into a hole and die before, this is a thousand times worse. You want to self-immolate. You want to crumble into dust. This is officially the worst day of your life. 

“I—” The words seem to dry in your mouth. “I…”

You stare at him. He stares at you. You realize that he’s only a foot away from you. So close. You could close the gap very easily. You could touch his face, lean in, and…

Well. As the saying goes. In for a penny.

You take a step closer. He doesn’t move. You can’t read his expression, but when your hand cups his cheek, you feel his touch on your wrist—firm. 

“What are you doing?” Dr. Grey whispers. 

“I don’t know,” you admit. You can feel the heat in your face, but you ignore it. There are a thousand rational alarm bells ringing in your head, but you ignore them too. The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. Or, maybe, you don’t want to stop them.

“I want you,” you say softly. “You have no idea.”

His hand around your wrist, his face so close. You want to kiss him—but you know you can’t make this move. Only him. 

You feel your stomach drop when he lets go of you and steps away. Your arm falls to your side, slack. 

“I…” Dr. Grey starts, then stops, then says, “I can’t.”

“I see.” You hate how wounded you feel in this moment. “I should get going. If we could never talk about this again—”

“Vic.” His voice stops you before you can leave. You swivel around slowly…and you’re shocked by what you think is pain on Dr. Grey’s face.

“I’m your attending,” Dr. Grey says slowly. “This isn’t…it wouldn’t be…”

“Do you want me?” you say. 

The answer, when it comes, is barely more than a whisper. “Yes.”

“Then have me,” you choke out. 

Dr. Grey shakes his head. “It’s not that simple. You know it’s not that simple.”

“For once, I wish you weren’t such a good guy,” you snap. You know it’s wrong, to get angry at him for doing the right thing, but you can’t help yourself. You feel humiliated, you feel dirty—you never want to show your face at Citadel again—and his arms are around you suddenly, and you realize that you are, in fact, crying, and despite everything, you drop your head on his shoulder and bury your face there. 

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Grey says. “I’m so sorry.”

“You must pity me,” you manage to say. You can’t believe you’re sobbing like some intern in a supply closet. 

“No,” Dr. Grey says. His hands are on your back, rubbing soothing circles between you’re shoulder blades. It’s so nice you want to cry even more. “I’d never pity you.”

Then, Dr. Grey says, “Just…give me some time.”

You look at him. “Time for what?”

“To think about things,” he says. The two of you are pressed so close, you can feel the heat of his body against yours. 

You shouldn’t hope. Yet.

“Okay,” you say. “Okay.”

[bts-hyperfixation]

With all my heart 18+

Jungkook x reader f2l

Smut, little angst, little fluff

Description: your best friend is back off tour and is desperate to prove to you that you don't need to look after him anymore

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Your best friend really was good at everything he ever tried, but that never stopped you from babying him. In reality you were only three months older than Jeon Jungkook; the small age gap had never suppressed your need to protect him from the stupid shit he was known to get himself into. Once in high school you had taken a sick day and, in that time, he had: taken a dare to hit on the head cheerleader, gotten slapped by said cheerleader, gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, and been momentarily hospitalised with a broken arm. The other guy looked worse but still... It didn’t leave you with much confidence in his ability to be left alone.

Jungkook was ridiculously frustrated by this fact. He loved you so much but every time he got a chance to see you too much time was spent fussing over him like he was still the same dumb kid. Sure, there had been a school year in between you, which originally did make it feel like the age gap was there, but now you were both 23. You had a degree, he was an international superstar, it was time you let it go, just a little.

Whenever he was home from tour the first thing out of your mouth would be questions of concern

“Have you been eating? Are you getting enough sleep? Is everything still okay with the boys? Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid?” you barely gave him time to nod in between questions, let alone give yourself time to breathe. When you finally did have to take a breath he took his chance to interject.

“Noona” he calls affectionately, but the name makes you cringe a little, a fact he knows “I’m fine, please stop worrying” he pulls you into a bear hug.

“I will never stop worrying about you Kookie” you admit into his chest. The two of you move to the sofa still attached. He very rarely let you go when your time was so short. Not that you minded. You’d had a crush on your friend since you hit puberty. It’s part of the reason you were always so concerned with his wellbeing, finding out he was in hospital was one of the worst feelings you’d ever experienced. You adjust yourself so you are comfortably lying in his lap. He picks up the remote and started flicking through horror movies on Netflix. You scrunched your nose up.

“Horror Kook? You hate horror movies” he looks down into your eyes and absentmindedly brushes some hair out of the way.

“I hated horror movies” he countered “I’ve done a lot of growing up on this tour” he sticks his tongue out at you and returns to his search. Settling on the most recent release, he relaxes back on to the cushions and starts playing with your hair.

You get halfway through the movie before it gets too much for you. It’s not that the plot that disturbing, there isn’t really a plot. No, the problem is the gore. Sooo much blood, way too many severed limbs. The final straw is bugs crawling out of eye sockets. You always draw the line at bugs. You turn your attention to Jungkook. He seems far more interested in the movie than you were. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Eventually he feels you staring.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” his eyes flick to you before focusing back on the screen.

“No, I just missed you.” He turns his attention back to you and pulls you up into his arms with very little effort. You always forget how strong he'd gotten. You cuddle into him more before continuing. “I’m also fascinated by the fact you are enjoying this film, its disgusting, definitely not something you should be watching.” He lets out a defeated sigh and pauses the film.

“What can I do y/n? What can I do to prove to you that I’m all grown up now? I don’t need protecting anymore.” You move off of his lap and look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry Kook, I've just been doing it for so long I find it hard to stop” you confess

“It makes me feel like you will only ever see me as that volatile little boy from school and I’m not sure that’s enough for me anymore” his eyes are searching yours trying to figure out how you are reacting to what he is saying, but your brain hasn’t quite caught up with what he means.

“I don’t know what you mean, what’s not enough for you anymore?” his jaw sets into a hard line as he clearly struggled with what to do next.

“I need to show you somehow that I can look after myself, and you”

“Me? Why would you have to look after me?” He doesn’t respond, instead he pushes you back onto the sofa and crawls on top of you. Eyeing you warily before charging forward. He moves his mouth down to meet yours in a kiss full of pent up emotion. Your eyes go wide at the sudden intrusion before allowing yourself to melt into the moment. Finally able to do what you'd been dreaming about for years. Jungkook pulled up for air, crawling back off you and dragging you with him. The two of you sit there stunned for a moment, unsure of where to go from here.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't've done that... I just” he struggles with what he wants to say to you “I just needed to show you that I could be enough for you. Maybe I should just go, that was a mistake. Our friendship is great as it is” He gets up and quickly heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” you yell after his retreating form “You just disappear for months, spring this on me, then leave.” Tears threatening to fall, all of your suppressed emotions being forced somewhere. “I have wanted you to do that for years, and now you just decide it's a bad idea” he turns to look at you, immediately rushing back when he sees the tear roll down your cheek.

“I don’t know y/n, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. I’m away a lot, you already spend way too much time worrying about me. It seems safer for us to stay as friends.” He spouts off reasons that he had been telling himself for the past few years.

“None of that would change, you’re right. Except maybe I would worry a little less” you take a deep breath readying yourself to risk it all “Maybe I’d worry less about you turning up on my doorstep with some girl you’ve met on tour. I’d worry less about the feeling of being destroyed when you introduce her as the love of your life. I’d worry less if I knew you loved me the way I love you.” The pause after this seems to last a lifetime. Maybe you’ve gone too far? Maybe it didn't mean the same to him? It could’ve just been a sick way of showing you he is all grown up now.

“You love me?” he whispers so quietly you nearly miss it. Your eyes are on the ground as you nod. Suddenly his hands are in either side of your face and he is pulling you into a kiss, this one is softer, more care behind it, as if he is testing how far he can go. You move your hands around his neck deepening the kiss as his flit down to your hips grinding into you. The simple kiss quickly becomes the most heated and passionate of your life. He is straddling you on the sofa when his fingers come to the hem of your shirt. He looks at you for approval before pulling the fabric over your head and attaching his mouth to your collarbone leaving small pink marks as he moves his way to your chest. His hands work skilfully round your back to unclasp your bra as you slip out of the straps and drop it onto the floor. He slides off of your lap, kneeling in front of you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. You really hadn’t thought this was where your night was going to go when you put on your ugliest but comfiest underwear this morning. A deep blush covers your cheeks.

“I swear I have nicer pants than this” you’ve covered your face with your arm to hide how pink you’d gotten, but he pulls them away.

“Since when are you ever embarrassed about anything in front of me?” he asks.

“I don’t know, maybe since I’ve been almost fully naked in front of you, while you somehow get to be fully clothed” he takes the hint an removes his shirt, throwing it in your face before continuing his previous path. You lift your hips so he can drag your underwear down your thighs. His tongue makes its way up the inside of your leg, biting down occasionally and making you squirm a little. He stops just shy of your core.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks not wanting to go somewhere you wouldn't be able to come back from.

“I’ve been so sure of this for a long time” you wrap you’re hands in his messy brown curls, urging him on. He chuckles and dips his head licking one long stripe along your folds. You moan at the sensation. He wasn’t your first but it’d been such a long time since the last time, not finding anyone that could hold a candle to your best friend. Jungkook's eyes are focused on your face. Watching the pleasure contort your face as he sucks on your clit. He moves one hand to your stomach to keep you from fidgeting, as he inserts a finger from the other into your dripping hole. You take a sharp breath at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion. He adds a second finger and the rhythmic pumping starts to prove too much for you. Your legs shake as your high approaches. Your grip on his hair tightens causing him to slow a little.

“Koo...k I.... I need” you pant trying to get him to understand what you need

“Use your words Noona” you pull on his hair playfully at the hated pet name and he stops completely causing you to whine at the loss.

“I’m sorry Kookie, please don’t stop, please I need you, I need you in me now, it’s been too long” you beg and he chuckles the air brushing against your already sensitive nub. He moves to unbutton his pants and pulls them down with his underwear letting his cock spring free. It’s bigger than you thought it’d be. You’d accidentally felt it a couple times when laying on him over the years, and obviously you’d fantasize about this just a little. But never anything like this. You move to put your hands on him instantly but he stops you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and using the leverage to lay you back. He kisses his way up from your hips to your lips until his lined up perfectly. You lean up hungry to reconnect your mouths. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth. His hand reaches down to rub his cock through your folds, lubricating himself, before pushing all the way in. The quick entry makes you gasp. He steadies himself waiting until you signal it’s okay. When you nod that you’re ready, he starts slowly, small grunts falling from his lips. The sound is like music.

As he builds momentum you slide your hands free from his grasp, instead moving them to pleasure yourself. Rolling a nipple with one hand and reaching for your clit with the other. You feel your high approaching you again.

“Babe, I’m so close” you moan.

“Me too” he says through gritted teeth, focusing on not letting go before you do. “cum for me y/n” That’s all it takes to drive you over the edge. Your name used in such a sinful command by the man you’ve been in love with for years. He follows close behind and collapses on top of you. You let out a grunt at the sudden impact of his entire bodyweight and he chuckles a little as he rolls you both into a more comfortable spooning position.

“Kook?” you whisper as he nuzzles into your shoulder “Do you love me?” he never actually said it you realised in slight panic afterwards. He pulls your face back to look at him.

“With all my heart” he says pulling you in for another kiss.

[rhysismydaddy]

New Years Kiss Smut - Elriel NSFW

From an ask: Elriel smut!! If you want. They can be celebrating new years eve or something, and after y e a r n i n g for years they finally kiss and it gets ✨steamy✨

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Elain smiles at the person talking her ear off, mentally trying to calculate when it’d be socially acceptable to walk away. 

It's not that she’s uninterested in whatever the heck he’s talking about, it’s more that she didn’t want to be here at all. 

Not when he’s here. 

Which, by the way, why in the world is he here? 

He’d graduated last year, which thankfully meant she hadn’t had to face running into him on campus. Avoiding him in her personal life had been hard enough. 

The guy talking to her paused and looked at her expectantly, so she nodded and said, “Yeah,” hoping that’s an acceptable answer. 

Elain didn’t know how he expected her to concentrate on a word he was saying when one of her oldest friends was standing across the room, staring at her like he hated her. 

Or maybe like he wanted to kiss her. 

Either way, she isn’t paying attention to... Luke? and his complaints about his history professor. 

Her mind’s focused on a year ago today, when she’d somehow found herself at an upperclassmen house party as a freshman. Azriel had smiled when he’d seen her, and like always, there was just something... different about being around him. 

It was like her body was in tune with his. 

When he came in the room, she noticed. When he smiled, she found herself smiling back. 

And that night... she’d been just drunk enough to believe in New Years Eve kisses and that everyone should get one in their life. 

So when the countdown had ended and the new year had begun, Elain had gone up on her tiptoes and smacked her lips against Azriel’s. 

Which was probably the stupidest thing she’d ever done. 

Because apparently, he was perfectly content to have all this sexual tension with her and never actually act on it. His hands had gone to her shoulders, gently pushing her away, and he’d looked down at her with wide, confused eyes. 

And the absolute shock on his face had been too much to bear. 

So she’d fled. 

She’d run all the way home and had adamantly refused every single one of his calls. And since he’d graduated in December and immediately moved to the city to work, she hadn’t seen him since. 

Which was honestly kind of impressive, considering for the first eighteen years of her life, she’d spent almost every day with him. 

Their friend group was insanely close, and they’d immediately noticed that Elain stopped coming around whenever she knew Azriel would be there. So she kind of... stopped coming in general. 

She'd taken an insane amount of classes in the spring so she’d be busy enough to never leave campus, then over the summer, she’d worked two jobs. And this semester, she’d done both, taking enough courses to keep her busy and also working part time at the local bookstore. 

At first, he’d called all the time. And texted. And called some more. 

But until she could figure out how to look him in the face and not break down crying or blush from head to toe in embarassment, she was staying away. 

At least, that was the plan before he’d smacked the ball firmly back into her court by showing up on campus tonight. 

He’s currently standing by the mantle, hands shoved in his pockets, glaring at her. Or rather the boy she was standing with. 

Elain didn’t realize why until the people around them shout Ten, then start counting down. Maybe-Luke looks down at her expectantly, small smile on his parted lips. 

She knows instantly that there’s no way she can kiss him, especially not when Azriel’s twenty feet away distracting her. So she blurts, “Um, I have to go.”

And runs. 

Spotting a staircase, she bolts for it, praying she’ll make it up in time to avoid the sight of all the happy people kissing other happy people. 

By the time the crowd chants, “Three, two, one,” she’s in the dark hallway, thankfully alone. 

But then a rough, very familiar voice says, “Happy New Year.”

Fuck. 

She grabs one of the closest door handles, figuring she’ll go out the window or something. Anything would be better than having to face him. Azriel, however, does not agree with this plan. 

He smacks her hand away from the handle, wraps her in very muscley arms, and dips her so low her hair grazes the floor. 

And then he kisses her. 

Elain’s dreaming. She has to be. Because this... this is all she’s ever wanted. 

A soft nip at her lower lip tells her that no, she isn’t dreaming, but she might as well be. 

Because being kissed by Azriel... it’s everything. 

One hand supports her head, the other is on her back, and he holds her captive against him as his tongue meets hers. She isn’t exactly sure when she’d even opened her mouth, but she isn’t complaining. 

Her body’s wide awake, well aware of the strong chest pressing against hers, the stubble scraping her cheek softly. 

All too soon, he pulls back and tells her, “You, Elain Archeron, are fucking done avoiding me.” 

A shiver runs over her at the pure command, the anger in his voice. And then everything that had just happened catches up to her, and she becomes really, really confused. “But I thought-”

His hazel eyes are dark, somehow brewing both irritation and amusement. 

“You thought wrong,” he mutters back, lips meeting hers again. 

Well, that’s pretty fucking obvious at this point. 

Because he’s kissing her like he’s trying to make up for lost time. She's aware she’s doing the same to him, since the result is a clash of teeth and tongues and lips and-

He stands up, bringing her with him, and then she’s against a wall, picture frames digging into her shoulder blades. 

But she doesn’t care in the slightest, because Azriel’s hands are roaming over her in a way that makes her shiver, and his mouth is moving down her neck to kiss the top of her breasts. 

For the first time since her roommate forced it on her, she’s actually glad she’s wearing the low-cut thing. 

“You are so annoying sometimes,” he mutters, teeth scraping her neck slightly as he moves back to her mouth. 

“Okay,” she gasps, head falling back against the wall with a thud. 

Angry, beautiful hazel eyes meet hers. “I’ve wanted you for years, a feeling I didn’t know you shared, by the way. And then you kiss me, and before I can do something about it, you run.”

“I’m sorry.” Gods is that true. 

His hips press into hers, and she arches against him. “That’s 365 days we missed out on.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats against his lips. 

“You’re about to be.”

They’re kissing again, and he somehow supports her with one arm long enough to yank the closest door open and walk them inside. 

Part of her is aware that she’s sitting on the sink in a stranger’s bathroom, but the other part’s too busy yanking his t-shirt over his head so she can explore his shoulders and abs and chest. 

The straps of her dress are pushed down, a hand in her hair forces her head back, and then his mouth closes around her nipple. Her back arches instinctively, and she almost falls off the sink, but his hands shoot out to brace her hips. 

He switches to her other breast, and she knows he’s trying to be polite, but she’s way too far gone for foreplay. 

Her legs pull his hips to hers, and she grinds against him desperately. He apparently gets the message because his hands push her dress up off her hips and slides a hand to the apex of her thighs. 

Azriel curses, then says, “I’ll buy you another pair.”

She doesn’t have to wonder what he’s talking about for long, because there’s a ripping sound, and then the tights she’d forgotten about become a torn mess at the top. 

Elain couldn’t care less as she reaches for his belt and pushes his jeans down his hips. After a brief moment, he’s pushing inside her, his body tense against hers. 

His hands are braced on her hips, hers are gripping his shoulders for dear life. She’s practically laying in the sink, back arched and head against the mirror, but he keeps her in place as he starts to thrust. 

And she realizes he was right, because she is so, so sorry she missed out on this for a year. 

His hips are hard against hers, and she moans as he picks up the pace. His lips are suddenly on hers, absorbing the sound. Which is good, because she’s not exactly being quiet. 

He isn’t either, though. He’s tugging on her earlobe with his teeth as he murmurs all sorts of filthy, wonderful things she never knew she wanted to hear. 

He’s telling her things with his body, too. 

He’s telling her how stupid she was to not realize that he wants her, that he’s desperate for her. How glad he is that she finally knows. How this is everything for him, too. 

One hand bracing the small of her back, Azriel slides the other down her stomach to the apex of her legs and starts to draw little circles that make Elain tremble. 

“Azriel, please.” She doesn’t even know what she’s begging for, but she feels like she needs it right the fuck now. 

Her nails rake down his back as he pounds against her, and he groans, biting her lip. 

She’s so close she can hardly breathe, so when he murmurs, “Come for me, Elain,” the sound of his gruff voice does it for her. 

She gasps as release barrels into her, head dropping back again as her eyes press shut and her body shakes. She can feel his eyes on her, watching, and that somehow makes it even sweeter. 

He makes a low, helpless sound as he follows, hips hips stilling against hers. 

Pulling back a little, he looks down at her and says, “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers back. It’s all she can think to say. 

His dark eyes track down her frame, and his lips twitch. “I fantasize about you for years, and the first time I fuck you, it’s in a stranger’s bathroom.”

Elain smiles, a giggle escaping her. He shakes his head, then lifts her off the sink and sets her on the floor gently enough to make her laugh again. 

Callouses scrap against her skin as he fixes the top of her dress. Glancing down, he bites a lip and says, “Sorry.”

“I don’t care,” she replies honestly. If he wants to rip every pair of her tights, she’ll let him. As long as she gets a repeat of what just happened. 

Luckily, her dress is long enough to cover the ruined tights, so she doesn’t have to take them off and risk freezing to death outside. 

Azriel throws on his shirt and buckles his dark jeans, then peeks outside the door. “Thank the gods there’s not a line of people out there.”

Laughing, she walks out, feeling better than she has in ages. Especially as he follows and grabs her hand. 

“Elain.” She turns to face him and raises a brow. “I really missed you. You have to promise you won’t ever do that again.” 

Nodding, she wraps her arms around him. “I promise.”

“You’re stuck with me now,” he murmurs against the top of her head. 

“Lucky me.” Leaning up to kiss him softly, she says, “I’m really sorry I ran. And avoided you. And called you an asshole a time or two behind your back.”

He laughs, and she can’t realizes how much she’s missed that sound. 

Elain pulls back and looks at him through her lashes. “How can I make it up to you?”

The grin he gives her can only be described as wolfish. “I can think of a few things.”

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Ugh I love them. Sorry this is kinda shitty, but thanks for the ask nonnie! Feel free to hit me with some more :)

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It’s You Ch 3 | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

Chapter One // Chapter Two

A/N : I wrote this at 3 in the morning. I’m delirious, and I didn’t check for errors. So I’m sorry if there are any!

But again, thank you so much for taking the time to read my stories. It means the world to me! I’m loving the feedback!!

Since the night you basically let slip that you had a silly crush on him, you tried to keep your distance, mostly because you were too embarrassed to face him.

But you honestly couldn’t let yourself fall for him more than you already did. Spending more time with him, it was hard not to.

And for that, you hadn’t seen him in a little over a week. Sure, you had waved hello as you passed by while walking to your car, but you never gave him the time of day.

Chris wasn’t sure what was happening. One day, things were amazing, and he was actually happy. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

For a while, he had been content with his life and being alone. But deep down, he knew something was missing. He knew there was a void that couldn’t be filled.

And then he met you.

It wasn’t sudden. He still believed that the whole thing was just innocent and nothing more. But now, being away from you and not seeing you for more than a few seconds, he was starting to miss you.

“Come on.” Scott exhaled. “We are not staying in. My flight was long, and I am ready to let loose.”

Chris wasn’t too keen to go out, but he knew sitting at home wasn’t going to make the situation any better.

“Alright, I just need to change.” He exhaled, before glancing out the window, in hopes to see you, even if just for a split second. But your house was dark. Not a single light on.

When you first moved out to Boston, the only person you knew was your neighbor. No one else.

But as time went on, you started to make new friends with some of your coworkers, Beau and Charm.

“Okay, wait. You’ve never been to had a one night stand?” Charm asked, sitting across from you.

You shook your head, and let out a soft laugh. “Nope. I’ve always been in relationship after relationship.”

“So this is like your first time actually being single?” Beau asked.

“Mhm. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore.”

“Ok that’s it. You need to go and have some meaningless sex.” Charm stated, pulling her phone out. “It might help you get out of your head.”

“Or just go out and have fun without any attachments, you don’t even need to have sex.” Beau added.

You took in their words and thought it over. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Here you were, in a new city, with new people, a fresh start.

This was the time to let loose and just have fun. Stop trying to control everything that happens in your life.

“Download tinder. And just swipe.” Charm chuckled showing you how to navigate the app.

“I don’t know...”you drawled out. “I’ll think about it.”

As the night went on, Chris and his brother finally made their way to the bar which you happened to be there as well.

He took a seat next to his brother, and ordered a drink.

“Feels so good to be home.” Scott exhaled. “Don’t get me wrong, I love LA but it’s not Boston.”

“Not even close.” Chris said. “This is home.”

“So what did I miss this week?”

The older Evans shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Not much. Mom and I—“

“I’m talking about Y/N.”

It’s crazy how just a simple word could cause his stomach to flutter.

“There’s nothing to say.” He said.

Scott could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk so he decided to let it go. He glanced around the bar to see if he could find any familiar faces.

And he did. Once his eyes landed on you, he nudged his brother.

“Look who else decided to come out tonight.”

Chris let out a sigh as he followed his brothers gaze. The second he saw you sitting there with two other people he had never seen before, he was taken aback.

Your hair was down, something he only ever saw in the morning or after you had showered. You were beautiful as ever and damn, he loved watching you laugh.

“Come on, let’s go say hi.” Scott said.

Before Chris could protest, Scott made his way over to you.

Chris chugged his beer before propping up to his feet, to follow in pursuit.

With each step, he could of sworn his heart beat grew faster and louder. Why was he so nervous? It’s not like it was his first time meeting you.

But that’s how it always happened. You had this power over him that somehow made him feel like a kid with a crush.

Heart palpitating, palms clammy, and his stomach in knots. But the moment you smiled at him, every time he came over. Even if you were still in your pajamas, or all dressed up, you always managed to make him fall even more.

“Hey!” Scott exclaimed, grabbing your attention.

“Hey!” You said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a hug. “I thought you weren’t coming home until next week?”

“Eh, they got tired of me.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Suddenly, your eyes wandered behind Scott and met Chris. Immediately leaving you breathless in an instant.

Out of all the places he could be, he was here. It was like the universe enjoyed fucking with you.

“H-hi.” You forced out.

For a moment, you forgot about everyone else. In that split minute, it was just the two of you. It was like having tunnel vision.

You captivated Chris almost instantly. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out what it was about you that held so much power over him.

“Hi.” He whispered, flashing a smile.

Charm cleared her throat, pulling you out of your daze and bringing you back to the moment.

“Sorry.” You exhaled. “Charm, Beau, this is Scott and—“

“Chris Evans.” Beau finishes your sentence. “You have to be living under a rock not to know him.”

Chris let out a chuckle, before shaking your friends hands.

The boys joined your table and almost instantly, the conversation quickly developed. There wasn’t a moment of awkward silence. Your friends had treated Chris like just any other person. Which was kind of refreshing for him to say the least.

Charm leaned over to you, “dude, Chris can’t stop looking at you.” She whispered.

You shook your head, not believing a word of what she said. There’s no way he was looking at you of all people. Maybe she was drunk? Who knows.

“I swear, if you don’t get with him, I will.” She went on.

Finally, after a few more drinks and long conversations, the bar was closing. Which meant it was time to leave.

Standing out in the parking lot, charms words repeated in your head, it started to make you overthink all over again. Something you’re good at.

From time to time, you couldn’t help but glance at him. And every time your eyes met, you were hooked. Feigning to touch him. To hold him. Taste him.

And it was starting to drive you crazy.

Beau and Scott were getting pretty cozy with each other. Making each other laugh and you can read their expressions, they weren’t ready to say goodnight just yet.

“Hey, Scott and I are going to go grab some food.” Beau smiled, with the blood rushing to his cheeks. “If any of you guys wanted to join.”

The three of you shook your heads no, and said goodnight to the boys before they drive off alone.

You knew you would bug Beau about it when you see him at work.

“Did you want me to take you home or—?”

“No, I’ll call an Uber.” You cut Charm off. “Seriously, it’s not a problem.”

Chris couldn’t help but laugh. “You know we are literally neighbors right?”

You turned to look at him, with your lips curving at the edges. For a moment, you did forget.

“Riiight.” You drawled out. “Would make sense to hitch a ride with you.”

Charm could feel the tension between you, she could see it from the way you looked at each other. “Okay, well text me when you get home so I know you made it safe.” She said, giving you a quick hug. “Have fun. And wear a condom.” She whispered in your ear.

You could only roll your eyes and laugh. “Goodnight Charm.”

“Goodnight, it was nice to meet you, captain America.”

“It was nice to meet you too.” He smiled.

And with that, she made her way to her car and left. And just like that, it was you and Chris. Alone.

“Ready?” He asked.

You only nodded, giving him the cue to unlock his car.

Before you could reach for the handle, Chris stepped in front of you and opened your door.

How did he manage to make you feel like you couldn’t breathe but also as if you were taking your first breath?

It was a contradiction that confused you.

As you were both in the car, Chris turned to you just before putting the key in the ignition.

“Have you been avoiding me?” He asked, looking like a sad puppy. Still giving you butterflies.

“What?”

“Have you been avoiding me?” He repeated. “Because I’ve tried talking to you and—I don’t know. You just seem very—-Distant. Did I do something?”

“N-no, you didn’t do anything.”

“Then why haven’t you been around lately?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what to tell him. “I-I don’t know. I—I didn’t even think you noticed.” You turned it back on him.

Chris was taken aback by your words, furrowing his brows. “Why would you think that? Of course I noticed. You—“ he stopped before saying something he would probably regret. Didn’t help that his mind was hazy from the alcohol. “You have become one of my closest friends. I mean, we spent almost every day with other for about eight months, and then it just stopped. Cold turkey. With no reason as to why.”

You sat there for a long moment, feeling guilty and confused and even turned on? It was all too much for you. But you knew you had to give him something. “I was kind of embarrassed about that night we hung out, and I—“

“You told me you had read fan fiction about me. Yeah I figured.” He cut you off. Then flashed a smirk. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Honestly, it’s kind of cute. You fantasizing about me and all.”

“Shut up. I wasn’t fantasizing about you.” You said. “I just wanted to escape life for a bit.”

“Mhm. You also said you think I’m attractive, so why else would you read—“

“Can we drop this?!” You cackled.

“No way! I’m never letting this down.”

“I hate you.”

Chris leaned in closer, his face just inches away from yours. Seriously, even being that close, he was so beautiful.

‘What the hell is he doing?’ You thought to yourself.

The thing is, he loved making you squirm. He loved seeing you tense up whenever he got closer. And it only made him want you more.

But he knew he couldn’t ruin this. He didn’t want to ruin what you had because he didn’t want to lose you.

You could hardly breathe as the moments passed and your eyes never left his.

All you wanted was to lean in and close the distance. To take him in and finally cave into each other.

But you didn’t move.

“I should get you home.” He whispered. “You and I both know how scary you are in the morning if you don’t have at least seven hours of sleep.”

With that, he returned his attention back to the front and started the car, chuckling to himself.

Even you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “Yeah, can’t even argue with you on that.”

And just like that, things were back to normal. Or as normal as it can be. Kind of hard to do when all you can think about is wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.

“I really missed you.” Chris muttered, hesitantly glancing at you.

“I missed you too. Even though it was literally just seven days.” You laughed. “We are so lame.”

“Guess you can call us the ‘Losers’.”

“Oh my god, please stop.”

Chris cocked a brow, “why don’t you make me?”

There it was. Those flirtatious fighting words again.

Damn, he knew exactly how to make you hot. Maybe he even enjoyed knowing he can turn you on. Whatever it was, you decided to play along.

You gently placed your hand over his knee, forcing his breath to jump back into his throat. Your eyes never left his face, and though he wanted to look, he had to focus on the road.

Slowly, you started running your hand higher up his thigh, creating chills to cover him completely. Carefully, you leaned closer to him.

“I can do this all day.” You whispered, knowing damn well he would catch the reference.

With that, you sat back into your seat as you both belted out into laughter.

“Okay, you win.” He was able to force out.

[tailorvizsla]

How about 9 "Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?" & 10 "How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?" or 23 "When did you stop loving me?" & 49 "I wish we never met" with Paz Vizla. Fuck me over like my student loans, fam.

Title: Aruetii Rating: R Wordcount: ~1800 Warnings: Angst. Author’s Notes: I don’t think I’ve done a lot of Paz Vizsla angst? Hope this hurts you the way you like, Anon.🧡🧡🧡

📚 My Master List 📚

Aruetii.

The word follows you everywhere you go within the confines of the Tribe’s home. The others have always called you aruetii, but you always thought it teasing and playful. Now, as you stand here in the doorway, a brittle smile on your face, you can hear the venom in their voices as they sneer down at you.

Outsider.

They are making it clear that you are not their family. That you never will be part of the intimate, loving relationships they share. Even your relationship with Paz cannot make up for the fact that you are an outsider. No matter how many times you’ve fought at his side and patched up his sorry shebs, you are not family. Automatically, you reach to embrace him as he comes up behind you.

Foreigner.

You falter, your fingers brushing against his cuirass. He hesitates to return your embrace, but he does not deny you. This time, at least. You’ve looked after his children. Looked after his family. Warmed his bed. And now he’s done with you. His hands rest lightly at your waist, as if steadying you on a ladder. It lacks the usual affection, the desperation when he presses himself to you and lets his hands wander all over your body. Desperately, you try to think of something else, of something to forestall the inevitable, but your brain fails you. You know the other half of your heart and soul.

Paz has decided he no longer has a use for you.

And nothing will change his mind.

-

That night, after you’ve tucked the children into bed, he goes in to say goodnight. Paz doesn’t even bother waiting until you’re out of hearing range before calling you the aruetii dala. You grimace, but you say nothing, continuing forward to finish tidying up after yourself. This room – the place you had once seen as your home – is now stifling and choking. Everything just feels so wrong, like everything has been moved by a few inches or like the colors aren’t quite what they should be.

When he puts his hand on your shoulder, you flinch. He jerks away, so you know he registers it. You don’t say anything and neither does he.

What would be the point?

-

The next morning, you wake up cold and alone. In the past, Paz had woken you up with kisses and cuddles. Sometimes he would bring you kaff if he had the time. Those were faint memories now. Sighing, you sit up. You can feel him on your ribs, your thighs, inside you. That was one thing that had not stopped, you think wryly to yourself, as you get to your feet. At least the sex is still enjoyable.

Idly, you think you’ll need to start packing your things so you can leave and pretend this had never happened.

“Hey,” Paz rumbles out as you start dressing for the day.

“Hey,” you respond, not looking at him. “Did you need something?”

“Can we talk?”

Here it is. He’s going to end things. A small part of you wants to cry. The rest of you just feels disgust. Disgust with yourself for deluding yourself into believing he would ever want you. Disgust with him at how easily he had involved your – his, they are his – children in this mess, that he had allowed you to be their mother when he never had the intentions of making it true.

“Sure,” you say, turning to him. “What is it?”

“I wanted to ask what your intentions are,” he says. “About our…relationship.”

You don’t miss the way he hesitates to say relationship, his tone filled with an undercurrent of trepidation. You keep calm, your thoughts racing. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, to try and will yourself to forget the smiles and laughter your little clan of five had once shared here.

“Did you ever want something permanent, Paz?” you dare to ask.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

At the hesitancy in his voice, you realize he knows that you know.

“Was this all just a farce?” you whisper tremulously, eyes filling with tears.

Fuck, you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry. That you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction of knowing that he had completely fooled you. You swallow around the knot in your throat and grit your jaw. It’s just a breakup, you remind yourself. Plenty of partners had broken up with you in the past. You had broken up with plenty of them. This is no different, even if it feels like you are losing a piece of yourself.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, taking a half-step back, as if to distance himself from the pain he has caused you.

“Paz, you’ve changed,” you say. “You treat me like you don’t care anymore. Why? What did I do?”

“Look. You haven’t done anything. I do care about you, but this relationship…I’m not sure where it can go.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that from the start?” you choke out.

“It’s complicated. You’re…” He falters. “You’re – “

“Aruetii,” you finish bitterly. “I know that. Don’t you think I hear people muttering it at me every single day?”

“Then you understand,” he says softly.

“No, Paz, I genuinely don’t. Why did you bring me here in the first place?”

He doesn’t respond as you press forward.

“Why did you let me think you loved me?”

He jerks back at that accusation. He inhales and exhales, shaking his head.

“We just have differences, and I’m not sure how we can overcome them if you’re aruetii.”

“Did it mean anything to you?” you ask. “Did I mean anything to you?”

He looks taken aback by your words.

“You mean something to me,” he says. “I cherish our relationship. I just think we need to take a step back – “

“You called me outsider instead of my name last night,” you say. “Be honest with me, Paz. Please.”

“I care about you. I really do,” he says. “But like we have established, you are an outsider. I’m not sure this is the right path for either of us.”

You thought your heart had been broken a long time ago, but those words shatter you into a million tiny pieces. Two years by his side, raising his children, looking after his family, using your skills to ensure you could provide for them. And this is how it ends? With his uncertainty about the future the two of you had been fantasizing about just weeks ago?

“When did you stop loving me?”

He doesn’t respond. He looks away. It hits you like a fist to the gut.

He has never loved you. Your stomach roils violently, leaving you feeling light-headed and sick.

“How was I such an idiot? To believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” you ask bitterly.

He flinches, as if you had reared back and slapped him. Your eyes well up as you silently plead for him to say something, to tell you he’s made a mistake, that he loves you. But you know better than to hope for anything else. Paz Vizsla has never changed his mind once he has come to a decision.

“I think it would be best to end this discussion.”

You nod in response, your eyes shutting. You wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say hoarsely. “I agree.”

He stares at you for several moments in silence. You give him a wry smile. Then you turn back to the bag you had brought your things in. Paz tilts his helmet.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Packing my things, Paz,” you respond softly.

“You don’t need to leave.”

You continue putting your things into the bag, leaving everything he has ever given you where it sits.

“Please stay,” Paz says, placing his hand over yours.

Hot anger and disgust fill you. You jerk your hand back from his.

“You’ll have to find someone else to warm your bed.”

He sighs.

“Cyare – “

“Don’t call me that,” you snap at him.

“Can you please just listen to what I have to say?”

“You got everything you wanted,” you say. “At least one of us is happy, right?”

“That isn’t fair.”

“You don’t get to tell me what is and is not fair,” you say to Paz. “You wasted two years of my life, Paz. I wish I had never met you.”

He looks at you, inhaling sharply.

“Do you mean that?” he asks quietly.

“This,” you say, gesturing at the space between your bodies. “This was all just a lie, wasn’t it?”

Paz takes a half-step back at the vitriol in your voice. He stares at you for several long seconds, his hands tight at his sides. Then he turns around and walks out of the room, confirming your suspicions. He has never loved you. He never will. Numbly, you finish packing what little property you had to your name when you first came here. You keep some of the warm clothes he had given you – you figure you can claim it as payment for everything you have done for him. Hefting your bag over your shoulder, you look around the room.

This place had once been your home, your shelter away from the outside world. This was the place where you had first seen his face and kissed his lips. This was the place where you had celebrated pregnancies and their subsequent losses. This was the place where you had helped him raise his three children. This was the place where you had planned to raise more warriors with him. It was all just a lie, a lie that he had driven straight into your heart like a knife.

You step out of the room, bag across your chest, holding your head high. Stepping out of the tribe’s home, you glance around. Town is a few hours on foot, but you have no other way of getting away from Paz and the lies he had filled your head with. You start walking, making mental lists of things you need to do now. Secure work, find lodgings, figure out if your bank code is still working. You need to find a new home, one safer than this place, since you are alone now.

Well, not completely alone.

Your hand drifts down to your midsection. Fourteen weeks into gestation, you are not even showing yet, and you are deathly afraid that something is going to happen to the baby. After all the losses you experienced in the past two years, you know this one is the one who is going to make it. This is the one you will finally name and hold in your arms. This baby is going to survive, just like you.

You survived before Paz. You survived him. You’ll survive what comes next.

You don’t need him.

-

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*pats bench* @hdlynn @princessbatears Y’all want some hurt? lol

[ovidialee]

After the War Author Interview: @solasnarealtai

The second of our Four Horseman @solasnarealtai​ lets us into her writer brain to school us on why Snarcissa makes uncanny sense--in canon, no less, and why she wouldn’t survive life in the Wizarding World. And I can confirm that she adorably talks EXACTLY like this in real life:

1) Which came first for you - original work or fanfiction?

Definitely original, but I can’t say that any of the early stuff was any good. I was just a kid that liked to make up stories, whether I was really writing them down or thinking them in my head...but my mom says that I’ve been writing for about as long as she can remember. I discovered fanfic when I was in high school - I think it was my freshman year. One of my really good friends shared most of my classes and we sat near each other in all of them. I noticed her writing a lot one day and asked what she was working on. She asked if I’d heard of a particular manga (I cannot recall the name of it) and even though I hadn’t, she proceeded to explain to me that she was writing fanfiction of it. She was using her own characters, however, and essentially just had me make one up and let me start writing with her. You can say I was hooked after that! 

2) I never pictured Snarcissa or really thought about it. You definitely opened my eyes to why it works so well. I’d love for you to share the drive behind these two characters -- and specifically why in a bookstore? 

Why wouldn’t I?! Joking aside... There's just something about them that makes sense to me. I started shipping them after Half-Blood Prince came out and I read the Spinner’s End scene. Everything about that chapter was pushing me to this belief that there had been something between these two in the past, even if there wasn’t currently. Narcissa clearly knew the way to Snape’s house, for one, and I think we can all agree that he is not a man who would give just anyone access to his home. She also grabs at his robes, is so close to him that her tears are literally falling on his chest...and he lets her.

Snape and Narcissa are both very intelligent people and I don’t think I’m alone in finding smart people attractive; we’re just drawn together, almost like magnets.

The Unbreakable Vow has some wedding vow vibes to it, and I’ve seen arguments all over the internet citing it as evidence either for or against this ship. It is true, I think, that Snape is willing to do what he must for his role of spy, but...some lesser men wouldn’t have agreed to make that vow. This ties a bit into my headcanon of him as Draco’s godfather as well. He is doing what he can to help people he cares about. 

It is very unrealistic that he - especially as a grown man - would go the rest of his life pining over a supposed failed romantic relationship from his childhood and then just abstain from any relationship. I have many feelings about the Potters, which I’ll mostly abstain from right now, but the way that I write my Snape in regards to Lily is that he loved her as his friend, and that love may have come across a bit stronger than it would from other people, but he didn’t exactly have many role models in his life to know the nuances of those emotions at the time. So, my Snape regrets a lot of things, but he’s going to keep living….and part of that includes his life between the sheets. 

I know the other Horsemen have taken inspiration from your wonderfully crafted Death Eater Chronicles, no matter which characters they’re writing -- and it’s brilliant! But if I write Snape, I write my Snape, and that man loves books. I’m a bookseller myself, which is part of why I’ve got all these scenes going through my head, but...we’ve seen what his house looks like. Books are everywhere along the walls. It’s literally a bibliophile’s dream to have that! I don’t know that all of them - or even many of them - fantasize specifically about having some hot sex surrounded by books but...I’m just saying  (again)  that I find smart people very attractive. And my Snape finds it very satisfactory. 

3) And we find your Snape supremely satisfying. You are, after all, the queen of the Snape Bookstore Smut AU. If you had to write the AU of your life, what would it be? And what tropes would you use?

I honestly don’t even know how to answer this question. I will say though, if somebody adapted it to a film, I’d probably insist that it have a soundtrack similar to Beauty and the Beast (fun fact, that’s one of my favorites) and....I could see my love of writing being there still, but I could also picture it completely gone. For the sake of humoring myself, we’ll say I keep it. I go to a fancy school and get a great book deal, but then...oops….I’m having trouble writing and need to get some inspiration, so I go off on a little trip to seclude myself, but a couple days in, I have a meet-cute with an adorably quirky person -- probably a guy but I’m open to ladies too. I’d probably need help with something or we’re both reaching for the last copy of some book. And then I need the only one bed trope to come into play somewhere. That is one of my favorites, because I’m ridiculously simple sometimes… I’ll agree that it is so overdone, but it’s a trope for a reason! And I’m a sucker for it!

If we’re saying AU as in, I get to go into the Potter universe instead of anything like our own, I’m definitely going to Hogwarts and not Ilvermorny. I have spent most of my life picturing myself in Scotland, and going shopping in Diagon Alley. I’m not changing that because we finally get some answers on magic in America. Plus, accents. 

Anyway. Hmm… As much as I want to be Slytherin, my Puff roots run deep, so I’d still stick with getting my taste of Slytherin elsewhere. *wink wink* I feel like such a basic person for saying this, but I’d have wanted to be there while Snape was a professor, because he’s got the sort of knowledge about his subject I admire in a teacher and I love learning from people who really know their shit. This obviously means I’d have to be around for the second Wizarding War, but I’ll be really honest and I doubt I’d have made it out alive. So...maybe no tropes for me there.

It has emotions, it has yearning, it has...books and Snape and smut. READ Even the Night Bleeds

Stay tuned for our third Horseman’s fic…

[bigkyloenergy]

𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙈

CHAPTER II.

a witcher!kylo x reader fic. dark themes, smut ahead. 18+.

summary: you are a barmaid / stablewoman at an inn in toussaint, kylo ren, one of the last of the witchers from the school of the viper regularly stays at the establishment. you wonder what keeps him coming back.

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Nothing could make up for Kylo, the Viper — whoever he was -- making you cum then leaving you stranded once again. At least, that was what you told yourself when you’d collected the coin from the bed, the pile he’d always left, the pay and extra that could afford him another three weeks there. 

You swore under your breath, cursed the Viper who left your thighs warm with need, unable to tie your bodice without the memory of his assertive hands, demanding to see every part of you.

But those words caught in your mouth the moment you turned, running directly into his chest.

   “What are you doing here?”

  “Uh — what? I mean, no — I’m... was closing up your room,” you explained quickly. You could feel his gaze burning through you.  “Thought you had um — checked out for the night.” 

  “That isn’t your job.” 

It was the truth. Your duties weren’t supposed to go past the care of the horses (which you refused to give up), and the front for customer service. The tidying of the inn was left to Myra, the innkeep had hired her the moment she gained the budget for her. Not that they wouldn’t mind making you pick up an extra task. But this task-- the motivation was all your own. 

  “So why are you in here?” 

You finally met his gaze, the connection wrapping you in a warmth so deep it burned fear into your consciousness. He heard you, he was trying to pull it out of you. You could have swore he didn’t blink the entire time he was staring at you.

The black surrounding his face brought out his eyes in a way that was deadly, framing them, charming you until there was nothing left in your brain but the galactic orgasm you’d experienced weeks (what felt like years with him in your presence) prior. He wanted you to forget. That gaze dropped to your neck, where your pulse would be, before he reached up and wrapped his hand around the entirety of your throat. 

Then the innkeep was making her way in the door, and Kylo was hesitantly dropping his hold. But he never took his eyes from you. It made you feel so supernaturally bare. 

  “Oh. Sorry, sir — I’d thought you’d gone by now,” the woman said, though she was shooting daggers at you. Like it was your fault he’d stayed.

Was it? 

  “Hm.”

  “Did she say something? I can have Myra take care of you, if you ne—” 

  “I don’t.” 

And with that, he turned, and your breath was released from your chest. He ducked under the door, and Miss Betty lurched forward to snatch your arm. “Have you any idea who that is, what he is, you daft thing?”

 Squinting your eyes, you leered at her, “What does it matter?” The room was fuzzy from yet another adrenaline-spiking meeting with the Viper. You looked after the doorway, then back to the woman, tearing your arm away from her, “He pays enough coin to keep us afloat. You should be thanking me.”

  “He’s a Witcher.  A mutant. A monster who slays monsters. Stay away from him. I can’t afford for you to lose your innards.” 

If only she knew. 

But you only stared, her words licking a cold up your body. And you believed her, like she had just given you a piece of the puzzle that was the Viper. Taking your hand, she picked every piece of gold from your grip, holding it for a moment too long, “You stay away from him. You hear me?” You just nodded, allowing her to collect what belonged to her before you went back to the bar. Where you belonged.

You took in the entirety of the inn, hoping you’d see him on your way downstairs, the only customer being the cook, Ruek, leaning over your spot yielding a mug heavy with ale. 

Going behind the counter, you found a rag and made yourself busy, wiping glasses that didn’t need to be cleaned. You felt his eyes on you.

  “What?”

  “Nothin’, just… the Witcher came out, then my mother came after you… then you after her, now your cheeks are all flush and I’m just curious is all.”

  “There you all go with that word again. What is that? I just thought they were sorcerers like any other. Bounty hunters. Inspiration for bards.” Your eyes rolled, rag squeezing in your hand the same way it did the night he’d made home in your subconscious. 

Ruek clicked his tongue, “Might as well break your ignorance if you’re going to be changing his sheets. That man… if you even want to call him that, is Toussaint’s greatest curse..” 

What you knew about the cook in the Pheasantry wasn’t much, but you did know that he had traveled inns upon inns just to cook for different breeds of people. His eyes were wise with stories, knowledged wrinkles framing his kind smile, you trusted him more than most of the folks that you worked with. Not that Beauclair was a bad city.. 

  “Curse? You’re starting to sound like your mother.” 

  “I’m sorry. I’m just surprised you don’t know any of this. You look …” He searched your eyes, before sighing, “am I just scaring you?”

  “No, I want to know. Your mom was trying to do that, for my own good probably,” you scrunched your nose, knowing she'd never try to purposely scare you. She looked out for you to the best of her capability, a mother to most who ended up employed here, “I mean, you said I should know. So just tell me.” 

  “Okay. You know about the monsters in the waters, right? The sailor special— drowners.” Ruek laughed at his own joke.

  “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard about those, yeah. That’s why you don’t go into them alone, especially at night. But they’re no real threat.” Ugly blue humanoids that looked like overgrown fish, their teeth sharp enough to shred skin..

  “You’re not wrong, but I’m not talking about those kind of monsters. That’s my point. Normal Witchers were made to save us from those creatures, protect our villages, keep us safe from impending doom. The only reason those monsters aren’t a threat is because of them.”

  “So they’re .. guards against the supernatural?” You asked, trying to understand why you should be afraid of a man whose targets weren’t human.

  “To put it lightly. Those are the stories you hear. They do it for coin, usually, contracts are pinned calling to them for help to save a child or survey a forest… all of them come from different schools, not sure why, but as boys they were all either sold off, given as rewards or to put it bluntly: taken. I’ve heard some of them don’t even know their real name, had to name themselves because Witchers aren’t exactly… you know, warm. You following along?” 

You nodded, his eyes an image in your head, luring you just as they did every time you were in front of him. Ridding you of any other focus. “Different schools? Like there’s more than one kind of Witcher?” 

  “Sure, I’m not… really sure how many, or even if any stand. After they get initiated, if that’s what you want to call it. They go through erm.. Trials? Mutations of the bodies, to make them more apt for being able to go against these beasts. Some of them don’t make it, most of them didn’t. In fact, that Viper is probably twice — fuck, maybe even three times my age.” 

  “Wait, what?” 

  “Yeah. Mutations do a helluva lot of things to their genetics, including life span. Their senses are heightened to a way we as humans wouldn’t even be able to describe. Wouldn’t call them mages, but they can wield magic with their hands. They’re called something…” 

  “Signs.” Miss Betty answered as she trailed down the stairs, making you jerk from Ruek’s gaze. But she just continued on, as if she hadn’t added to your conversation. 

He nodded, “Yeah. Specific magics for their fighting needs. Anyway. The necklace they have, the medallion — all of them wear it, represents the school they’re from. Pretty sure it has to do with their freaky senses too. But that one, he’s called the Viper because that is the school that taught him. And… well, they were destroyed years ago. For not submitting to the new government. Even others Witchers say to this day, they don’t even know where it was located. Many think of him as an assassin because it isn’t part of the Witcher morale to take contracts on humans, even lesser threats of beasts… but a Viper takes the deal no matter whose head it is.”

  “No more.” Betty interrupted, taking the glass from in front of you to break what felt like a trance, “she can listen to the drunkards and bards to hear the rest of it. You’re off for the day, consider it a mental break.” 

The inkeep grinned, almost as a farewell, leaving you to give Ruek an apologetic shrug. Not that you didn’t want to listen, but it almost seemed like he was trying to scare you.

Nonetheless, you were off, your mind running through what you’d just been told. Taking the bag that hung over your shoulder, you decided to go back to your house first to change. You’d already taken a bath last night, after you’d touched yourself enough to make your wrist numb. You whimpered his name in the confines of your washroom, tested it on your tongue, hoped that you would get a glimpse of him the next day. 

But all you had gotten was the interaction this morning and your rushing thoughts. Honestly, you didn’t even know that he had come back. It had been another three weeks since he’d touched you in the stables, maybe a few days more… not that you were counting. 

Have you been fantasizing about some otherworldly being? Was he even human? You couldn’t verify that yourself, and his fingers had been inside of you. The only thing you’d seen of his face wasn’t exactly humane. Yet, the Viper didn’t scare you. You were curious, ready to set gasoline to the flame licking inside of you. 

Another bath. That was what you needed.You’d change from your bright work gown, put on some trousers. You wished Ruek’s story had scared you, prepared you for another three weeks without seeing Kylo, another three weeks imagining your fingers were his own. 

But it didn’t. 

Your hand wrapped around your own throat, sighing gently before it began to trail into the water.

———

A basket was tucked low in your elbow as you made your way through the market, deciding against curling up in your bed for the rest of the evening. You knew exactly what would come of that. 

The best of goods were being offered by merchants that beckoned you over, colors decorating their tents, the scent of fresh bread in the air. Children ran past you to chase one another in a game you were sure you played when you were younger. 

Your hair dried at your shoulders, cheeks still flush from the scorching water you’d made in a futile attempt to shed the inn’s recent events. 

  “Ma’am! Fresh fish, finest in all of Toussaint!” 

You turned, looking to the merchandise, scales reflecting off of the coral buildings. 

“A pound for half the price!” 

You gave a tight smile, but continued on — until you ran so hard into someone that your feet lost all memory of balance. They caught you at your arms, stabilizing you as if you weighed close to nothing. 

  “The idea of following someone is to not let them notice you.” The voice caught in your ears like a starving venus plant, unknowingly holding onto his forearms. 

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” You took a step back, dropping your hands, the Viper still wide in your gaze. 

He had been tucking something into his bag, quick to have it blend back into the mass of black. The sun still kissed the sky, enough to see him in a different light — one that could be argued for a better view than the horizon. His armor consumed the rays, shining an iridescence off of it that you didn’t even know black could make. By the time you made it back to his gaze, you noticed him taking your body in as if it were one of the things being offered at the market. The mask carved barely above his nose, you identified a scar just over his left eye.  

He seemed to suck in a long breath, and you wouldn’t have noticed if it didn’t somehow make him larger. 

You wanted to make conversation, but his gaze was already bored, and you were desperately scrambling to gain his attention, “If I were to follow you, it wouldn’t be in a market.”

He quirked an eyebrow, as if to give you permission to go on. You plucked a green apple from your basket, rolling it between your fingers, “I would do it somewhere where I’d find you alone, maybe even follow you to your camp and wait there until you found me.” Teeth broke into the fruit, and you spread your lips on it, suckling the juices as they dripped down your chin. You brought your hand up to scoop it back into your mouth, keeping eye contact as if you were on trial.

  “Come.” 

  “What?”

Again, he didn’t answer. It was growing to be a pattern between you. He simply mirrored your stare for a pinch of a moment before he turned on his heel. You scurried behind him like a starved pup. 

As Kylo passed through the crowd, he didn’t bother to shift out of anyone’s way — they did it for him. He glided between bodies, never letting anyone dare to brush against him while he stomped with determined direction. 

You followed him until you were tucked in an alley, but he didn’t give you a moment to question him before your front was pressed against warm brick, hips secured to the wall by his own. You gasped at the hard outline through his leather pants, nails digging into the grates in the wall. The back of your mind begged you to remember the things you were just told, but the fingers that snaked over the nape of your neck and into your hair coaxed those thoughts away. 

He yanked it back, forcing you to lean against his chest as he pushed himself into your behind. Your body immediately responded to him, heart thumping in your ears like a war drum with the anticipation of feeling him again. In any way he would give you. 

A dam broke, your blood was replaced with molten lava, the only thing to keep you from focusing too much on your already shuddering breath was the hand that came down on your ass. Hard. 

 You yelped, hips edging into the alley, but there was no escape. This only drove the Witcher on, palm, punishing the same tender spot he had just gifted you. 

  “Shit!” 

You gasped, the warmth becoming more noticeable in the root of your most sensitive bits. 

  “You walk around like this and expect me not to take you?” 

A frustrated huff met your confusion, his palm flat against your belly, arm wrapped over your front to grab the inside of your thighs, kneading them in appreciation. His target wasn’t particular, enjoying the way you felt. 

His fingers hooked into your waistband, catching your panties in the process as he tugged them down your legs. A growl followed, one that ricocheted through the narrow space he had commandeered. You whimpered in response, blood rushing to the tips of your ears when you felt him crouch behind you.  

Leaning your chest into the rock, you spread your legs as much as your trousers at your ankles would allow, and then you felt teeth sink into your cheek, free hand collecting the pillowy curves of your behind. Your eyes rolled, his leathered digits squeezing marks into your waist as he pulled you into his mouth.

And that was when it hit you.

His mask was off. Kylo’s mouth was on you. 

Another moan. At first you thought it was him — you didn’t recognize it, but your mouth was gaping with proof that the foreign noise had just fled your chest. And this only enabled him. 

First, it was his nose. Spreading your folds open and using it as a doorway for his tongue to explore, angling through them until he found the nub, swirling the agile muscle against it. 

You so badly wanted to tug his hood down, wrap your fingers in the raven locks that that you’d glimpsed, but you had nothing but the wall for security, the roughness of the stone. And the Viper’s godly mouth luring you further into his will. 

One hand stayed on your cheek, massaging and spreading it while his head ducked between your legs to send you into a pleasure frenzy. 

  “Yesyesyes, fuck — right there.” 

He opened his jaw further to suck your swollen pussy into his mouth, your juices saturating his chin while he tamed you. 

An impatient nip scathed your skin, only for him to begin to move his head in a way that you knew no other ordinary man could replicate. 

Ghosting a hand up your spine, the Viper took a heavy grasp of the back of your neck, forcing you forward. Your forehead met the grainy siding, you twisted in an attempt to move your face away from it. In such quick movement the harsh stone dragged along your temple, scraping your skin, the hiss of pain melting into a cocktail of affirmations. 

For the second time, something clicked.

I want to hear it the next time I make you cum. 

The memory alone had you jerking down into his merciless mouth, the Viper growling in return, sending vibrations against your sensitive cunt. He stretched you open, your jaw clenching while two unforgiving fingers entered you.

Your feet were nearly lifting off of the ground from the force of his devoir. 

The savory noises coming from you were just as easy as your breath, you couldn’t open your eyes at that point, your lids too heavy with carnal gratification. 

No longer did you care who the Viper was, but what his name was when it would pass your lips. 

Curving to the part that would absolutely demolish you, the Witcher took care in carving you out to remind you of his demand, with the same fingers he had made promises of death with. You gave it to him, your jaw slacking as incoherent encouragement for him to continue while he sucked your pulsing clit into his mouth, plunging into you so hard your body jiggled with his movements. 

  “Kylo!” 

The shriek vibrated your skull, body jerking with the restraints of his large grip while you melted in his mouth. He took a few more lazy slurps, finishing you off before he left you to pull up your pants, and for a fleeting moment you wondered if you could overpower a mutant that everyone spun tales about.

By the time you caught another glimpse of him, his muzzle was secured back. He looked at you from under half-lidded eyes, as if he hadn’t just planted another seed for your damnation. 

  “I thought you were leaving,” you blurted as he exited the temporary hideaway.

He quirked his head slightly, still statequsue as he considered you. “I am.” 

[thecaptainhelm]

Aw, this comes to around an even 2080 words, isn’t that sweet? This is officially it, no more, no more I say! I’ll be working on something for Halloween, so look forward to that.

 Blooper 1:

 Sometime after he was left alone by Ladybug... 

 Robin blinked, shaking himself back to awareness, bewildered.

 Just how much time had passed since...

 He blushed scarlet. (Just like her suit.)

 Robin grit his teeth and made his way downstairs on unsteady legs. His internal clock felt that close to an hour had passed and he tsked, sitting in one of the leather seats of the breakroom.

 Reclining back, his thoughts tried in vain to remember what he had been doing, and when he did the rage came back. 

 “I still can’t believe that happened,” he grumbled to himself as he remembered his father’s disappointment. Because it was Everything is Damian’s fault This Week, except he didn’t get the memo.

  Like always, he groused.

 He sighed, tilted his head back, and caught sight of the stairwell. Warmth settled in his chest replacing the cold anger. He surreptitiously glanced around finding no one, he allowed his mind to go back in time.

 Ladybug’s kiss had been tender and sweet, filling his entire body with a foreign sense of care that echoed through him even now. And when she pressed against him for insistently it took everything in him to try to kiss back, though that failed.

 She had taken the lead completely, practically had him pinned with her tongue down his throat.

  What if she did have him pinned with her tongue down his throat?

 His face heated up in full force as he thought deeply, fantasizing.

  Ladybug pulled back with a quiet noise, her gaze was unyielding and unapologetic. 

  “That’s...not why I offered, but I got lost in the moment,” Blue eyes like steel. His legs went weak.

  “But it seems like you’re into this sort of thing.” She grabbed him by the scruff of his hood and slowly maneuvered him against the wall. She was gentle as her eyes pierced into his with dark promise.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. Ladybug smiled, calm.

  “I think I’m about to wreck an egoistic vigilante, what do you think  you’re  doing is what you want to ask, hm? Birdy,” Robin gulped as he tried to respond.

  “Oh, do you not want to?” She leaned close in a mockery of concern.

  “I...I, uh,” 

  “It’s okay,” her gloved hand carded through his hair. “Take your time, I’m not gonna rush you.”

  “I…” His heart was going crazy. He wanted her to do something, but he didn’t have the guts to say it.

  A sigh. “Aw, Birdy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you, I’ll leave and we can forget this ever happened.”

 No!

  “I want!” he rasped in a hurry. “Want it so bad, Ladybug, I--” Lips slammed into his own as deft hands pressed his shoulders into the wall.

  She briefly pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. “Don’t worry, Robin. I’m going to give you exactly what you want and more,”

  He whimpered, hot and pulsing with blood.

  “Robin,” she pushed closer. “I need you to do something for me, can you be a good boy and do it real quick, please?”

  “Yes, anything,” he panted. “I’ll be so good, so, so good,”

  Ladybug giggled. “Then,” she yanked his head back by his hair with a vicious smirk.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Robin let his jaw go slack, shivering in anticipation--

 A shrill chime reached his ears. It was his communicator. He flicked it open, and there was a message from Agent A, relaying a request to return home for a briefing of a drug bust tomorrow, all hands on deck. Great, just what he needed. He sent his ETA and stood to leave, but froze, halfway out the chair.

  No  , he thought, panicking.  No, no, no. Absolutely not!

A glance down swiftly confirmed his denial.

 He had an erection. From thinking about being pushed around. By Ladybug, of all people.

 He flopped back into his seat with a groan, head in his hands. His blush had spread all the way to his ears and chest while the gentle warmth from earlier had formed into something that was mildly uncomfortable in his layers of clothes.

 “Fuck it,” he rose up to storm towards the exit, refusing to walk bowlegged as his dick rubbed against the jockstrap of his suit.

 “Fuck this entire day to hell!”

Blooper 2:

Two weeks after Damian’s freeloading begins...

 Marinette hummed a jaunty tune as she closed the door to her art studio, kicking off her shoes.

 “I’m back and I brought those madeleines you like!” She called brightly as she made her way to the kitchenette.

 “Coming!” Damian gingerly walked in and immediately began to fiddle one-handed with the box.

 “I’m going to have mine with black tea, what do you want?” she asked, pulling out the tea boxes. 

 He grimaced. “You’re disgusting, you clearly have no taste. Get me my usual.”

 She pinned him with a hard stare. He sighed.

 “If you could make me some lavender tea, I would appreciate it, thank you,” he said politely..

 “You would also appreciate me kissing the daylights out of you,” she said, putting the kettle on the stove.

 “...what?”

 “Hmm?” she turned from the sink, seeing Damian looking at her with shock.

 “What did you just say?”

 Marinette placed two mugs down on the table, striding towards him. She plucked the box of madeleines out of his hands and set it back on the table.

 “I said,” she stared.  “You want to make out with me.”

 Damian blinked owlishly at her, then scoffed. “Great, you’re an actual pervert, like I suspected. And here I was hoping that it was a spontaneous happenstance.”

 “Aw, you know it’s just that I like you. “ She caressed his jaw, pulling a blush to his skin. 

 “You’re a human being, not an animal,” he put his hands around her waist. “Last I checked, evolution ensured that we don’t have an estrus period.”

 Marinette wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling close. “Fair enough,”

 “But do you really want me to stop?”

 Damian tilted his head down. “The answer should be obvious,  Marinette .”

 They gravitate to one another, an irresistible pull. Lips a breath away from contact, she stops.

 “Well, in that case, it’s a real shame,” she whispered before abruptly pulling away with a gusty sigh.

 “Since you never said how you feel about me, I won’t pressure you. I’m a human being after all.”

 Damian stands arms outstretched while she walks back toward the stove as the kettle begins to whistle.

 She pours him his mug and hands it to him, along with the bakery box. “Here you go!”

 She cheekily grins at him before going to make her own tea. She vaguely hears him grumble and retreat to the parlor, no doubt to sulkily have his afternoon tea.

  He’s so much fun to tease , she thinks, before gasping.

 “Hey, all those madeleines aren’t just for you, save me some!” Silence.

 “Damian!”

Blooper 3:

The second night of Damian’s freeloading…

 Damian sat completely still as Ladybug checked his head for any lumps and fractures, a logical idea, but a terrible one in hindsight. 

 Why? Because it required her to run her bare, naked hands through his hair, light and fleeting touches moving all around his head.

 He knew that it was merely a necessary medical procedure, but he still couldn’t help rolling his head away. It was nothing but him being stupid and childish. Yet no matter how many times he told himself this, no matter how many times he could see Ladybug quickly reigning in her frustration, he rolled out of her reach with grit teeth.

 Ladybug sighed, exasperated. “Damian, what is your problem? I’m trying to check you for head trauma.”

 He stubbornly glanced away.

 “Oh come on, stop being such a brat,” he bristled at that. “And look over here, please.”

 He remained unmoving.

 “Oh for--” An exasperated sigh. Small, thin hands grasping his shoulders. He grunts and shakes them off.

 “Stop being so whiny, and look at me --!” He’s grabbed again and what happens next is something that will make him want to wither away in embarrassment until the day he dies and some years after that.

 Marinette pulls him to look at her and he abruptly spins around, tilts his head and--

 “ Argh!  Merde!  Merde , que se passe-t’il!” Marinette grabs her jaw as she cringes away from him, pained cries warbling from between her fingers.

 He cursed. “Shit, I didn’t mean to!”

 “Marinette wasn’t having it. “A simple ‘stop it’ or ‘cut it out’ would have worked just fine! Ah…”

 “Are you trying to say I should have spoken up or something?!”

 “Um, yes? I’ve been telling you this entire time to let me know if something's wrong, but you keep your mouth shut as though you’ve suddenly forgotten how to speak! Oh, except when you’re insulting me. Can’t forget about that, now can we? Tell me, does your selective mutism only break whenever you feel like being an asshole?”

 “Oh, well excuse me, I’ve been saying that I’ve been fine only to be met with skepticism--”

 “And rightfully so, because for the past several hours--”

 “--so far be it from me that I can actually--”

 “--been constantly out of it--”

“--to the point that I can see that my opinion isn’t--”

 “--like you’re Insisting that you’re Superman or something!”

 “You take that back!”

 Marinette fiercely raised both hands and gave him the finger.

 “What even is your problem,” he snarled. “Stop smothering me!”

 “Smothering?” She scoffed. “You are literally still injured from being  exploded . Forgive me for being a little more hands-on. It’s clearly something else, otherwise, you wouldn’t be so obtuse about this.”

 Damian spluttered. “Obtuse?! How dare you! You’re the only thing I have a problem with here!” A lie. He had a lot of issues, but she was the most present one at the time.

 That’s right. This was borne from a crisis of proximity. Damian is, indeed, precocious a precious child.

 “Problem? I’ve been helping you, tending your wounds nonstop for the past twenty-eight hours! I’m supposed to be getting drunk off my ass with the rest of Paris, because, and this is important, I’ve been busy catching a super terrorist who is being tried as an actual war criminal. I haven’t seen you for nearly a year and suddenly I’m the problem?!”

 Marinette stood up and towered over him, glaring.

 “Bullshit! What’s up with you for real, Damian? And I want the truth if I’m going to be taking care of you like this for the next few months.”

 He gaped. “Months?!”

 She crossed her arms. “Well?”

 Damian gritted his teeth and felt the tell-tale blush spread up his neck and find its way all the way up to the tips of his ears.

 “Every time, you grab me, no, damn near manhandle me and you expect me to not have a problem with you? Not to mention you don’t know how to keep your lips to yourself!” He huffed, but Marinette was unrepentant.

 “Seriously? Is that all?”

 “Is that all…? That’s all you have to say for yourself?!”

 “I’ve kissed you once.  Once  ! Is my grabbing you supposed to imply some sort of trend, buddy? No. I have had to grab you so you can sit still and get treatment, because, according to you,  no hospitals . What do you take me for, a lecher?!”

 “No, but would it kill you to tell me what you’re doing before you put your hands on me?!” He gestured towards his face.

 “I can’t exactly see what’s going on if you hadn’t noticed,” he said fiercely.

 “...yeah, that’s on me,” she sighed, losing tension. She sat next to him again, this time on his left side where he could still see her.

 “Better?” He grunted, resigning himself since he didn’t really have an excuse to distance himself anymore. It was logical to just let her get it over with as soon as possible, but the humiliating shiver that would dance up his spine was too much an act to bear.

 She went back to checking his head for injuries, with less fuss this time.

 “...so,” she dragged the word out, her accent turning it into something completely different.

 “Why did you bring up the kiss?”

 “No comment.”

 “I thought you would forget about it after such a long time, and it has to do with me so I was wondering if--”

 He growled.

 “Was that your first kiss by any chance?”

  “No. Comment.”

~~~

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Anniversaries, they’re important as hell. You would think after the first one that it would be less important or you don’t have to be as extravagant. That’s really stupid logic, and luckily Oscar wasn’t stupid. However, he was sad. Today marked the three year anniversary with Penny as his girlfriend but she had work tonight. Now he was in his shared apartment watching movies on the couch upside down with Jaune. It wasn’t terrible, but Oscar would much rather be doing his best to show Penny a good time at the beach picnic he’d plan. The moon was full tonight and everything!

The movie soon reached its credits and Jaune looked over at his clearly lovesick roommate. “Wanna watch another movie?”

“I didn’t really want to watch this one, and why am I the only one watching these upside down?”

Jaune tilted his head to see the boy's expression. “Because I was tired of seeing that sad pouty face. Buck up! You rescheduled your date for this weekend. That’s two days away!”

“But it feels less special…” Oscar groaned.

Jaune looked at him in disbelief. “I swear you’re just a male Ruby. She thinks like that.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that coming from you. Are you coming on to me Jaune?” Oscar smirked to make him uncomfortable. “Did you pick me as a roommate because I remind you of your girlfriend? How scandalous.”

Jaune chucked a pillow at Oscar and caused him to fall over on the floor and laugh. Jaune would be mortified but at least Oscar was smiling.

“Do not make those jokes young man! I fully believe Ruby would be down to clown with both of us now that you’re eighteen.”

“Uhh, I’m taken, remember?”

“Do you honestly believe Penny wouldn’t okay it? Ruby set you two up and your girlfriend is nice enough to let Ruby pull a crazy idea like that.”

Oscar’s face turned a little red. Jaune was not wrong. Penny would totally say “sounds neat” then give him a thumbs up. That was the thing about dating her, she was curious about everything the world had to offer. Especially with relationships. Not that he wasn’t, but such an idea was….

“Keep your mind out of the gutter Oscar.” Ozpin chimed in, internally. “Typical, haven’t slept with anyone and yet you fantasize the more advanced things. Oh virgins.”

Oscar’s face got redder.“Shut up! Just because you know I thought about it doesn’t mean you gotta bring it up.”

“Someone has to call you out on it.”

“Then let it be the person who actually pays rent.”

“Oh I’m sorry, who got you your job? Who works the night shifts when you’re sleepy? Maybe I should lock myself away whenever it’s time to pull a double?”

Oscar sucked on his teeth for a minute. “Oz…” he said kindly, “Let’s not fight, or do anything drastic.”

“Look at the tv.” Oz said bluntly.

Oscar looked at it to see his reflection. It crossed its arms and rolled its eyes before returning to normal. Oscar knew he was the only one seeing that but it never stopped being weird. Especially after the marathon of horror movies he did with Penny one time. Oz made sure to use every scare tactic imaginable that night. He just can’t help himself sometimes.

Jaune finally found another to watch but didn’t get the chance to play it. The doorbell rang, causing him to spring up and answer it.

“Expecting someone?” Oscar asked.

Jaune looked through the peephole and smiled. “Kinda sorta” he opened the door and Penny jumped inside the room wearing Oscar’s green flannel and ripped blue jean shorts: along with brown snow boots. A picnic basket was on her left shoulder and Ruby around her right.

“Happy Anniversary!!!”

“PENNY!!?” Oscar screamed. He immediately stood up to look less lame and opened his arms to his rapidly approaching girlfriend. He wasn’t expecting her to jump into his arms though. Oscar braced his body for impact but was surprised when she landed in his arms no heavier than a regular girl. 130 pounds at best, which was nothing to him. He could swing her.

“Hey you’re in you’re in your polymer shell. I thought you had work?”

Ruby raised her hand. “I stole her.”

Jaune and Oscar looked at each other highly concerned. They didn’t need Atlas military busting down their door and dragging them to jail. Ruby broke out into a laugh from their expressions.

“Relax, I’m just joking. We begged James. He’s such a softie.”

“I’ve also put in more hours than usual in preparation for this day!” Penny kissed Oscar’s cheek and couldn’t hide her excitement. Not like she ever did. In a way, she was like Ruby but more outgoing. Oscar couldn’t help but think about what Jaune said earlier. Maybe Jaune saw all of us like Ruby. That’s a weird thought.

As happy as he was, Oscar couldn’t help notice the picnic basket.

“Penny, is that for the food?”

“Of course! What else would I use it for?”

Oscar let out a defeated sigh. “I don’t know but we should figure that out because I didn’t cook anything because we rescheduled.”

Penny opened her mouth but nothing came out. She turned to Ruby who was face palming. Jaune clapped his hands together and mimicked Oscar’s sigh.

“Welp! At least you two are together!” Jaune smiled, saving the positive energy in the room.

“Yeah!” Penny tossed the basket on the couch. “Home cooking isn’t the most important thing. Who needs it?”

Ruby went to their fridge and opened it. She couldn’t believe just how food was stuffed in it. Oscar was going all out this time. Ruby closed the fridge and pulled out their pots. “New plan, the two of you cook the food and have dinner here. It would suck for the food to spoil.”

Oscar thought about it. “What about you two?”

“It’s an anniversary, not a double date. We’ll just go to my place.” Ruby answered.

“Why does this sound like an elaborate plan for you to sleep with Jaune?”

“Hahaha! I don’t need a plan for that.” Ruby smiled at Jaune but he squinted at her.

“Just because it’s true doesn’t me you have to say it.” He grabbed his shoes and took his girlfriend by the hand to leave.

Ruby waved her friends goodbye and winked before closing the door. Oscar thought Ruby was a little more gitty than usual. It had been a couple of weeks since her and Jaune were together so something was bound to go down between them. Penny took off her shoes and put her hands on Oscar’s shoulders. She positioned him over the couch and made him sit.

“Ummmm Penny?”

“Since I made the plans derail, I’ll cook and you find something nice to put on for the both of us okay?”

“But that’s kinda unf-”

Penny leaned down and pressed her lips gently against Oscar’s. The kiss felt like it was minutes long but must’ve only been several seconds. Strange, it felt a little warmer than usual. Penny pulled back and smiled her usual beautiful smile, then walked to the kitchen. That kiss scattered Oscar’s thoughts, so he stared at the tv for a minute before remembering to find a movie. If he objected then Penny would simply stun him with another kiss. A nice way to say “shut up”but she’d probably end up burning food if he constantly distracted her.

Oscar grabbed the remote and began scrolling, his reflection in the tv moving on its own again. It paced from side to side while rubbing his chin.

“Don’t you find this a bit odd?” Oz asked.

“Yeah, please stop walking in front of the synopsis.”

“That’s not what I- sorry.” He stepped to the side. “I was referring to your anniversary.”

“What’s so odd about it?”

“You had plans, had to reschedule, then the plans went back to normal unexpectedly, but it’s fine because Ruby already had a solution that works well for everyone. Even Mr. Arc didn’t seem too surprised.”

Oscar shrugged, “You think too much.”

“Gah! So you’re not even going to entertain the idea of something going on? Though I suppose since Penny can’t lie, this could really be coincidence.”

The clicking and presses slowly came to a halt. Now he was rubbing his chin. What Oz said was true. Penny can’t lie because she’ll hiccup however, she didn’t tell him in person. Penny texted him and Ruby can plan tricks as easy as killing grimm. Oz sensed Oscar’s doubt.

“You know I’m right. No way they would just forget that you were in charge of food and had to cook it. I’m sure there’s a harmless explanation but you know, keep your wits about.”

“I could just ask her.”

“Boring but effective. Whatever floats your boat.” Oz finally left the young man alone to his devices. Oscar didn’t appreciate the jab he just took.

“Pfft, you’re boring.” Oscar directed his attention to Penny. She was so focused on preparing the meal that she hadn’t noticed he was looking right at her. He really was lucky to have her. She would probably say Oscar was exaggerating but he genuinely believed that she gave him all the happiest he could ever ask for. Days simply couldn’t be terrible as long as Penny stood by him, even when things got rough. Scheme or no scheme, Oscar didn’t worry. He knew Penny. Good intentions ran through her more than anybody else on Remnant.

xxxx

“Food’s ready!” Penny chanted as she carried two plates with steak, sliced potatoes, and fresh greens over to the small coffee table in front of the tv so they can watch movies while they eat. Oscar never got enough of her smile. It might’ve been because he was a little hungry and he knew her cooking was better than his but right now, Oscar wanted to marry this girl. One day hopefully, on another anniversary.

“Have I ever told you how happy I am to be with you?”

Penny’s face grew a little red. “All the time, and yet it still feels unreal admittedly.” She rubbed the back of her head and laughed sheepishly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”

Oscar gave her a quick kiss and smiled. “Happy anniversary. Wait here while I get your gift.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him walk off to his room and come out with a small rectangular box. “Aww, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Penny, you built me a car last year. I can’t reach that level of awesome but I’m at least going to spoil you every chance I get. It would be a crime if I got you nothing.”

“You make it sound like building a car would be hard. It’s way easier than most of the things Atlas military creates on a daily basis.”

“No matter what you say, you’re not gonna downplay that gift. Anyways…” he handed her the box.

Penny wasted no time unwrapping the paper and opening it.The girl’s eyes got bigger and let out a gasp. “Oscar, is this…” she pulled out a golden chain that had a heart shaped locket on it that had intricate carvings of what looked like branches. Her finger lifted the top up and inside was two gears that spun. One green, and the other orange.

“No matter the inside, you’re as natural as nature itself.” Oscar said. “I’m not the greatest at making things like this but-”

“I love you.”

Her words caught him off guard and made his heart skip a beat. He looked at his girlfriend who had gotten a little teary eyed. She put the locket on and gave a heartfelt smile. “Well, how does it look?”

“Perfect…” that was all Oscar could manage to say. He didn’t know why but he felt so embarrassed. She never failed to make him feel so flustered. That’s love for you, it always made every minute feel extraordinary and uncharted territory.

“So...I guess it’s my turn to explain my present to you.” Penny said, anxiously rubbing her finger across the couch cushion.

“Man, I thought the highlight was the surprise appearance and you cooking dinner. There’s more?”

“Oh yeah.” Penny laughed nervously. “Oscar, you know you always say that you’re perfectly happy with the way things are between us, despite us not necessarily being a normal couple?”

“Yeah, why?” Penny could hear a bit of concern in his voice and started getting frazzled.

“Don’t worry! I feel the same way!” A hiccup came out right as she finished that statement, making her cover her mouth instinctively. Now Oscar looked really concerned.

“Umm, you sure about that?” He asked, pensively.

This conversation was going nowhere fast. Penny tried to do collateral damage as fast as she could.

“No no no, it’s not what you think! Honestly I’m super happy. It’s just….”

Oscar raised his eyebrow and tilted his head. “Just…?”

This was harder to say than Penny thought. The words were there but she couldn’t put them together right. All that information at her disposal and here she was, struggling with simple sentences. Penny took a deep breath and started over.

“Oscar, you love me the way that I am. You’ve had since the beginning. I didn’t have to change a single thing about me but I did anyway so we could enjoy each other’s company better. Like this polymer model so we could do things like go swimming.”

“Yeah, sinking to the bottom of a lake wasn’t the best first date experience.”

They both chuckled at that memory. Time sure did fly.

“Precisely. Then there were other upgrades over time to help me feel more human. Receptors for, taste, eating in general, heat, touch…” her trailed off.

Oscar’s focus was broken for a moment when the sound of Oz’s voice started speaking to him.

“Oscar I’m going to lock myself in your head for awhile so don’t expect any help with anything. Good luck.”

He wasn’t sure what Oz meant by that but he didn’t get the chance to ask before he felt the man’s presence leave. Oscar focused on Penny again who had gotten closer to him on the couch. There was practically no space between them as they sat side by side.

Oscar felt Penny take his hand. Had she always been this warm? Felt this...soft? It was more natural than usual. Maybe she got another upgrade? That was common.

“Oscar, I...I feel so normal around you. Things that usually make me feel out of place, well I don’t get that feeling with you.”

“I feel the same way. As far as I’m concerned, we are a normal couple Penny.”

“Then shouldn’t we be doing normal couple things? The things Ruby and Jaune do?”

That question lingering in the air momentarily for Oscar as his girlfriend stared at him, red blush spread across her face. His own face started to get red the more he acknowledged what Penny had just said. He watched the girl lean closer to him until he had no choice but to prop himself up with his forearm as Penny took the bold move to straddle him. She gently took his hand and placed it on her right boob, squeezing it slightly. Oscar felt like he was about to pass out.

“P-Penny?”

“I didn’t have work today.” She admitted. “With the help of Ceil, Ruby and I managed to get me some upgrades I’ve wanted for a while. Like better touch sensitivity, the way my skin feels, and other...components.”

Both of them were a blushing mess at that last part. Oscar was smart enough to know what she meant. The reason however, that escaped him a little.

“Why go through all this? I mean, I never went into this expecting you to do something like this for me.”

“Because even if you’re happy with me emotionally, I don’t want to rob you of the physical experience a real girl could provide. I know you try and I hide it but you’re still a boy with needs.”

He couldn’t deny that. There were many times he looked at Penny or thought of her in a physical way that made his imagination go a little rampant. He was young after all, and she was so beautiful. Oscar felt a little guilty for not being upfront about it with her and avoided her gaze. Penny reached for his face though and turned it back towards her. She wanted to see those beautiful eyes of his when she confessed.

“ I did it for myself as well. Oscar I want to be close to you, feel connected to you. Doing this, is a thing I put a lot of thought into. I wanna try at least once. So please, will you have sex with me?”

She was nervous, down right terrified of what Oscar might say. Was this too much as once? Would he deny her request? Oscar was just looking up into her eyes silently with no indication on what was going through his mind. Penny was beginning to think this was a terrible mistake and removed his hand. She started to move off of him when Oscar suddenly sat up. His hand wrapped around her waist and Penny yelped as he placed her on his lap. Now they’re face to face, inches away from each other with red tint darker than Ruby’s hair.

“Oscar?” Penny whispered, anxiously waiting for him to speak. The way he leaned in compelled her to do the same.

“Penny, stop saying you’re not a real girl.” Oscar pressed his lips against hers. He could feel them tremble slightly before returning the embrace with more than equal force, rubbing Oscar’s chin at slightly pulling down on it to slide her tongue in. The sudden act gave Oscar shivers and made him pull her in closer. This wasn’t their first kiss like this, but it was definitely the first time it made Oscar this anxious. The tension he felt right now to stop himself from going too far or fast felt like he was playing tug o'war against a Goliath. That feeling went away the moment a small and fleeting warmth hit his face. Oscar broke off the kiss to see Penny teary eyed. The girl let out a giggle and started wiping them away.

“Penny are you okay? Did I-”

“Don’t worry, it’s not you. Well it is you technically.” She lightly giggled again. “I’m just really happy right now, that’s all. Let’s keep going okay?”

Her arms went on either side of his shoulders and wrapped around. Oscar gave the girl what she wanted and went right back to kissing her. She felt warm, very warm. Oscar couldn’t explain it but made him want to touch her more. Before he knew it, Oscar had leaned forward until Penny had no choice but to lay down on the couch and let him hover over him, not that it bothered her one bit. To see him be this into it was exciting to say the least.

The feel of his lips ended again when Oscar had no choice but to catch his breath Penny was ready for him to come back for more but was surprised when his face went past her own. Suddenly her body flinched the moment she felt him kiss and nip at her neck. Now she really didn’t know what to feel! This was something he hadn’t done before but it made her hard to lay still. His teeth gently grazed her until one nip sunk in more than the others.

“Aaa~” a moan finally slipped out from her and Penny quickly covered her mouth while Oscar stopped to look at her, also surprised. He honestly wasn’t sure if that was going to do anything for her. Apparently it did.

“You good?” He smirked.

Penny nodded and uncovered her mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever made that sound before.”

“Well...today is going to be full of it hopefully.” Oscar grabbed the bottom of his orange shirt and pulled it over his head, freeing him from the stuffy fabric.

Penny only watched from underneath him. It was hard to believe when they first met that he was shorter than her and tiny. Now he was 5’10 and had a physique of an expert huntsman. His shoulders had gotten broad and there was practically no fat on him. His chest widened out and he was cut! Ruby had compared him to a pro swimmer before. His skin had gathered a handful of scars over the years. A couple along his torso and a few more faded ones on his arms. She was pretty sure there was more on his back too. Him and Jaune were almost the same bulk. It made her wonder if Jaune had looked like Oscar at fourteen. That thought was interrupted when the feeling of his fingertips went across her collarbone and down to the first bottom of her shirt. He had kept his gloves on for some reason but honestly, Penny thought it was pretty attractive. Ruby has clearly influenced her taste.

It only took a few seconds for Oscar to unbutton her shirt completely.

“Woah...” Oscar said without thinking.

He hadn’t noticed earlier but she wasn’t wearing a bra like usual, probably so he wouldn’t fumble with it. Today really was planned. That didn’t make seeing Penny’s bare chest any less of a hurdle. They were somewhere in the middle of Weiss and Ruby’s, but perkier. Not to mention her nipples were real pink and a little puffy.

Penny could feel his stare on her and it made her turn her head to the side. Something about it made it really hard to think and breathe a little heavier, which only made Oscar more turned on. It didn’t help that she was technically still in his shirt and the necklace he just gave her dangled around her neck.

“You’re breathtaking…”

His words made her face feel hot and ears red. “Can you not stare too much? It’s embarra-ahhh!”

Oscar’s hands gently grabbed the orbs and massaged them as he bent down and started kissing her stomach, scattered with freckles.

His kisses were slow and deliberate. Causing Penny to moan or gasp anytime his tongue pressed against her before his lips sucked on that spot as he made his way down her now arching body.

“Oscar…” was all she could manage to moan. How was he so good at this? Was he good, or was she a lightweight like Ruby had described to her? She just knew she liked this feeling. It was easy to understand why people talked up sex, why Oscar was so clearly eager despite not telling her directly. Her eyes shut tightly every time his thumbs methodically traced around her nipples, causing her to suck air in through her teeth. The fact this was foreplay only made Penny more excited for the main part.

Finally she was given a moment to relax. Penny propped herself up with one forearm to see Oscar unbuckle her shorts. Penny raised her hips up again for him to pull the fabric off, flinging it on the ground. Despite the flannel, she only had frilly pink panties on now that had become more than a little damp. Oscar thought now would be a good time to remove his own pants. He sat up to undo them but Penny unexpectedly grabbed his wrist. Her face at waist level to him as she was on her hands and knees, while Oscar rested on his knees.

“Let me.” She said in a voice that Oscar couldn’t begin to describe, but it made him gulp. Penny’s nimble fingers made quick work of the button and purposely slow work of the zipper. Oscar lifted one leg up at a time for her to pull his pants off. Now they were more or less in the same boat in terms of nudity. Penny couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in her boyfriend’s dark blue boxers. She reached out to touch it and wasn’t expecting to hear Oscar let out a light groan as it throbbed in her hand. Penny looked up to see Oscar red in the face and avoided eye contact with her.

“Did that...feel good?” She asked, genuinely wondering.

“More than it probably should’ve.” He admitted. “It feels different when...it isn’t me touching it, better.” He added.

“I see, do you...touch yourself often? Penny didn’t know why but asking such questions felt so overwhelming. Her hand gave the clothed shaft a few more gent strokes, earning another groan. Penny didn’t know Oscar’s voice could sound so husky and deep.

“Every so often.” Oscar couldn’t stop his hips from pressing more into Penny’s hand until she hooked his waistband and pulled his boxers down. She let out a little “eep” the moment his manhood sprung out. It was different from textbooks, bigger. Half a foot maybe? It was about as wide though. Penny put her hand around it as much as she could. She wasn’t expecting it to feel so hot, so alive. Her hand started stroking it without even thinking. Again she was rewarded with the sound of Oscar’s voice. Penny really liked that voice. Another personal question came to mind that she couldn’t help but know.

“When you touched yourself, did you think of me?” Her breathing got a little heavy asking that. It was enough to make Oscar twitch and throb even more in her hand.

“Yes!”

Penny had no more questions, nothing else going through her head. Just the reaction to close her eyes and wrap her lips against Oscar’s searing length, gradually sinking her head down it before coming back up to the top, then down again.

“F-Penny!!!” Oscar shouted. He tried his best not to buck his hips but he couldn’t help himself. Penny used her free hand to grab his and rest it on her head. Her tongue slid around his manhood while she picked up the pace. His attempts to stay gentle made her really happy but it was clear to her that Oscar had forgotten something he didn’t have to worry about with her. Penny had a lot of things that made her more human in terms of design, a gag reflex wasn’t one of them.

Every second, Penny could feel him move more and more. All she could taste and smell right now was Oscar and the arousal that leaked out of him. Penny hummed lightly which only Oscar thrust a little harder, turning the hum into more of a moan. It didn’t take long before the sound of Oscar moaning joined the mix of scandalous sounds in the living room.

“Wait Penny, Penny I’m…!!!”

She was too lost in the moment to really register his plea. A couple of moments later and she felt Oscar grip her head especially tight, his body tensing up as he came. The taste from earlier had suddenly gotten a lot more potent. Penny’s eyes widened as ropes of seed were shot into her mouth. Still, she kept sucking just a little longer just to make sure nothing spilled out when she finally removed herself from him. Unsurprisingly, he was still hard. Ruby had told her that it was pretty common for young men to recover in no time at all, especially if they’re pent up.

Penny sat on her knees and looked up at Oscar, who had gotten a little sweaty and was breathing heavy. She was feeling pretty proud of herself right now.

Oscar had a million feelings right now and didn’t know exactly where to start. “That was… really good.” He huffed. “Let me get you a napkin so you can spit-” Oscar saw Penny gulp down his cum right before he could finish his sentence. If he wasn’t hard and blushing before, that would’ve done it.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Penny said, still chipper about what just happened.

“Nothing, just…that won’t mess anything up internally will it?”

“Oscar if I can eat food then I can swallow.” She said, grabbing her drink on the small table next to them to wash down whatever might’ve remained in her mouth.

It was hard to argue with that logic. Penny wouldn’t do anything that would compromise herself anyways, he hoped. She did like magnets after all.

Penny put the cup back down next to their untouched food and wrapped her arms around Oscar again. She pulled herself back onto his lap to get a kiss that had somehow gotten more feverish than last time. Oscar’s hands went immediately to her soft and plump rear, grasping it firmly before pinning Penny underneath him again. This was good, she really wanted him to take the lead on this one. The way his erection poked at her inner thighs told Penny she didn’t have much of an option to begin with.

Oscar slid his right hand up her leg and under the then layer of fabric she had left to touch her soaked lips directly. The hold she had on him tightened while she gasped into their kiss. He kept trailing up and down his slit until his middle finger barely pierced her entrance. The heat and grip surrounding the digit was enough on its own to make Oscar shiver.

“I wanted to return the favor of going down on you, but I don’t think I can wait.” He groaned, centimeters from her ear.

“I’m perfectly fine with that. I want you inside of me.” Penny lifted her hips again. Her panties came off faster even than her shorts did, Oscar practically tossed them across the room, making her giggle. She liked this side of him. He was still caring but also very assertive in a way that was new to her.

Penny let out another moan as she felt his length rub against her. Oscar locked eyes with her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“This way you don’t have to worry about me staring too much.” He joked. “I love you Penny Polendina.”

Her hand gently reached to grab her new necklace, her other and rubbing the side of his face. “I love you too, Oscar Pine.” She returned the chaste kiss, which quickly turned into a passionate one. Penny bent her knees more and spread her legs wider as Oscar began sliding into her hot entrance. She shut her eyes and moaned deeply, his manhood only a few inches in.

“Go slow please!” Penny gasped. Her body felt weird, but also really good. There was also a slight mixture of pressure that gave her a little discomfort as she was slowly being spread open. Penny could still feel pain after all. If you wanted to experience something good then you had to accept the possible flip side. That was good though. Pleasure, pain, good taste, bad taste, having the full range was ideal; it was normal.

Oscar did his best to go slowly. The way she coiled around him with such heat made him want to lose composure so badly, but he fought the urge. It took a minute before he was finally completely inside of her. Oscar took her left hand then interlocked their fingers. He had never seen Penny look winded before. It was...kinda cute.

“Are you okay?”

“Sen...sational” she giggled, out of breath. It had been awhile since she said that. “You can move when you're ready.”

“You sure?”

“Positive”

Oscar kissed her forehead. “I’ll start off slow.”

“Thank you…” Penny felt so weak right now and she didn’t know how to explain it. All she knew was it felt great. Not only that, being with Oscar like this made her happier than she could’ve imagined.

Oscar carefully started to pull out to the very tip before sinking back into Penny’s depth, making both groan all over again, again, and again. It didn’t take too long for Oscar to get to a rhythm of rocking his hips into Penny. Any pain started to subside and leave pleasure in Penny’s wake as she held onto Oscar by having her arms around his body. Oscar could feel Penny dig in a little into his back the more she moaned and got lost in the moment.

“Faster…” She finally moaned. Oscar didn’t delay in giving her what she wanted, what they wanted. His hips picked up the tempo until the couch started to creak from their love making. Any thought about controlling her moans were thrown out the window. Penny couldn’t resist moaning his name with every thrust that struck her deep inside. The only time noise went down was when the two kissed deeply.

Oscar brought her left leg up and around his lower back, while the right one dangled off the couch. This change in position brought Oscar even deeper than before; to the point Penny’s body arched again, rubbing against his.

“Gods Oscar!” She moaned, “You’re so deep” Penny found herself trying to sync up with Oscar’s rhythm, finding it the moment he grazed a new spot within her wall that made the spasm and Oscar bite down on her neck again.

“You’re so tight. So...ahhh! Penny!” Oscar couldn’t think straight. He could only keep rutting into her like a beast in heat. The apartment echoed the sounds of him slamming into her. It was a good thing he had aura, Oscar might’ve gotten a bruise otherwise. They found themselves staying like this for several minutes. Touching, tasting, hearing the intoxicating pleasure the other was making. As if it was the only thing that would sustain them. If it were up to them, this moment would’ve lasted forever, but neither of them could resist the intense urge building inside of them.

Oscar sat up and grabbed Penny’s hips, stabilizing the both of them as he continued to pump into her. He couldn’t help but stare at the womanhood that enveloped his length. The sight of her arousal covering and dripping off of his length only shortened his fuse. Oscar wanted to cum so badly but not alone. His thumb slid closer inward and started grazing her clit every time he thrusted into her. It gave him the results he was looking for. Penny started gripping the couch cushions and her voice started to get even more pleading.

“Oscar~!!! It’s too much!” She whimpered.

His own limits were finally reaching their end. “Cum Penny! Cum whenever you feel like it.” A thin layer of sweat started to coat Oscar as he tried prolonging the inevitable. “Fuck I’m so close!”

The pressure inside Penny just kept building and building like a knot that kept going pulled tighter. Until finally…

“OSCAR!” Penny felt that knot snap. Her walls mercilessly gripped Oscar with a grip that made him cave in at last, erupting rope after rope inside of her. She felt each one and made her shiver. Penny’s face went completely red. She couldn’t imagine the amount Oscar came. It was more than earlier! Oscar’s body finally came down from the adrenaline and he fell right next to her, thoroughly exhausted. Another thing Penny didn’t have to worry much about. Granted she was a little tired, but could easily be active for days on end still.

The girl looked at her tired boyfriend and rubbed his face. “You okay?”

“Happy Anniversary” he chuckled. Penny did the same and kissed his lips quickly.

“I’m gonna get dressed, put the food up for later, and then we can cuddle here?”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so wonderful.”

“Not as wonderful as you are. Seriously, thanks for accepting me for me, but also still be willing to accept more of me. Letting me grow, change, and try to feel more...you know.”

“I will always support any version of you that you want to become. Forever and always. My other half.”

“My soulmate.” She rubbed her fingers through his hair as he started to doze off a little. Penny happily hummed and got up to clean.

Oscar laid comfortably on the couch. The presence of Ozpin slowly returning before he fell too deep into sleep.

“Good job. Personally I would’ve used the bed conveniently in the other room but hey, things happen fast.”

“Please tell me you weren’t watching all that?” Oscar groaned.

“Of course not, I believe in privacy. It’s not my fault you’re replaying what just happened. It’s kinda unavoidable, sorry.”

“I don’t care, I just can’t believe it went so well”

“I can, muscle memory remember? This might’ve been your first time but you have a massive pool of prior knowledge. Completely blowing it wasn’t gonna happen. I told you good luck for confidence.”

“How’d you know this would happen? Prior knowledge?”

“Oscar, it could be a faunus, human, android, or Salem, certain cues from women just do not change. I saw it coming a mile away.”

Oscar yawned and sunk deeper into the couch. “I guess it pays to be immortal. You know a lot.”

“A blessing and a curse. Like I know for a fact there’s no way Pietro approved or even knows about this scheme, or whatever upgrades she got for this occasion.”

Oscar’s eyes opened back up. There was no way Oz was wrong was wrong about that. If Oscar wasn’t tired, he’d be freaking out. Instead he simply closed his eyes again.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

xxxx

Ruby laid on Jaune’s bare chest in bed as she went through her scroll during the movie they were supposed to be watching. Their clothes were scattered everywhere and they couldn’t be happier.

“Hey, I got a text from Penny. Looks like the plan worked.”

“Good for them.” Jaune said, playing with her hair. “Pietro is gonna murder him for sure.”

“Good thing you boost aura and healing.”

“Oh, so that’s your grand scheme. Hey, I’m happy to serve.”

“Yeah you are.” She puts down her scroll and straddles Jaune. “Think you can serve me at least one more time?” She took the remote away and smiled.

Jaune couldn’t help but smile too and flip her over to be on top. “I’m always up for your schemes” the two kissed and enjoyed their time together.

[machinegunkissu]

How to Make a Man Melt

|| nishitani x petite, younger fem s/o ||

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  You don’t know how it started but a few months ago, Nishtani was the man that wormed his way into your every day life. He was the man that took you out for dinner when you were down on your self. He would tease you and call out your name on the streets as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks, even though it was just yesterday you parted ways. Nishitani was always there for you. Sure, he came with some danger, and perhaps a hint of crazy, but Nishitani made himself into a close friend. And this evening, he found you outside on the cloudless Sotenbori at sunset. As per routine, he immediately called out to you.

  As the older man ran up to you, you found yourself adorning a reserved, nervous smile. Truthfully, Nishitani had startled you a little bit, calling your name. He had that goofy grin that was just too lovable though as he hunched over to meet a bit better eye level. “_____chan!~ What're you up to here? I’ve been looking for you all day. I sure get lonely when you’re off at work all day, you know."

You stood under the outside area of the Cabaret Grand, leaning up against a support column. As Nishitani lowered himself to make eye contact, you turned your head away and flushed in embarrassment. He always liked to make a show of the height difference whenever he could. But tonight you were already on edge as is and weren't in the most playful mood.

"W...Well, I-I'm supposed to meet with a guy from w-work for dinner."

Nishitani immediately perked up, eyebrows lifting and you feared the worst. He would never hurt you, but you always were skittish and weary of outbursts. Ever so slowly, Nishitani stood up right again and let out a sigh. He rolled his neck, his shoulders slumping.

"I-I think I'm going to head home though," you mumbled.

This caught his attention and he tilted his head. "Aren't you supposed to be waiting on your date, lil miss?"

"I-I have been..."

The way you trailed off and how soft your voice came out, was an immediate red flag. Yeah, you could be pretty soft spoken but this was a lil different. You sound defeated and hopeless. Nishitani reached down without a second thought, grabbing your hand. "Let's get outta here. Ah?"

"N-Nishitani! Aren't you busy? I-...I'm fine. So I-I can walk myself home-"

"Nah, nah," he sang. He began walking, a gentle but firm grip on your hand, forcing you to trail behind. The older man took a confident stride throughout Sotenbori's streets. "My place."

Those two words were all it took. You began trying your best to pry your hand from his grip and panicked. "Y-Y-You're place?!" you shrieked. "N-N-Nishitani! I-I'm really n-not that kind of-"

"Oi! Settle down an' just follow me."

That wasn't exactly the most reassuring statement however. Nishitani was fast. You were already streets away from the cafe, approaching the more residential area. At his words, you found yourself quieting down but still slowing your walk and attempting to pry yourself out of his clutches. But not for long as Nishitani halted, taking you down a back alley, which in turn only had you panic more.

He was quick to pin you against the wall, one hand besides your head and the other above, holding your hand still. Considering, he was still gentle to a degree. He didn't slam you against the brick by any means. It was more so a guided push, backing you into the wall.

"______-chan. Don't you trust me?~" he cooed. Despite the aggressive and predatorial nature of their position, Nishitani's voice was soft and delicate and his face adorned a hurt look.

"N-Nishitani, I-I don't want t-to do anything icky, please."

Icky.

He snorted at the word and released your hand from his grip. Sometimes you just could be so childish. It was part of your charm that kept him coming back. Almost as soon as he released your hand, he grabbed both and sported a cheerful look.

"No icky business. I promise."

"Promise-promise?" you asked. The delicate look in your eyes told him everything. Your innocence, your pain of the coworker rejecting you, and your fear of being taken advantage of. He just melted looking in your eyes. Nishitani was a man that loved sex, and a man that had voiced how attractive both romantically and sexually he found you. But, every time he sees the emotions in your eyes, he grows weak in the knees, vowing to protect you more than anything.

"Promise-promise. Now, it's just around the corner and I have instant yakisoba at my apartment with your name on it. Ya gotta be starvin'."

"Ya-Yakisoba?"

"Mhm!"

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As the night progressed, you found yourself easing up and letting down your walls around the yakuza patriarch. He was good company and had stories galore, keeping your mind off of being stood up. And before you knew it, you'd been there for hours on end. It was nearing ten at night and the exhaustion of the long day had finally begun to sink in.

You and Nishtani were sat side by side, backs against a wall in the living space of his apartment. He'd gone silent for once and any other time, you'd grow worried. This particular incident though, you found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Nishitani," you called faintly.

"Mm? Yeah, ______-chan?"

You slowly went from hugging your knees to your chest to sitting on your knees, facing the older man besides you. He had his eyes closed, seeming to be tired just the same. You soaked in his appearance though. He was handsome, to say the least. Quite a bit older than you, but when reminiscing you think of all your adventures and memories you've made together these past few months. And when you think about them, something a little more than platonic takes over your heart. No, Nishitani wasn't perfect. He had a bit of a temper, liked to get his way, and was a bit off his rocker. But he was dependable, fun to be around, and always made your day better.

You found yourself leaning in almost as if hypnotized, body moving on its own accord. You rested your hand on his knee for support as you grew closer. This caused him to look up, eyes wide at the scene before him. But before he could react, you place a soft kiss upon his cheek.

"Thank you, Nishi. For always being there. "

And that alone had the yakuza blushing bright red. He was stunned and just barely shaken awake, unsure of how to handle the situation. It was a dream come true, truthfully. He normally is thinking about banging the daylights out of a girl but you, you were different. A simple and pure kiss to the cheek was something he longed for. He would fantasize about kissing you on the lips sometimes, thinking that it would never happen. But this gave him some hope finally.

Or course, Nishitani didn't get a chance to respond or even really react before you curled right up, hugging his arm in your tired stupor, passing right out. He thought it was an act or joke for a second but nope. A few pokes to the cheek and he determined that it was genuine alright. You were flat out based out in an incident.

Leaning back, head against the wall, he sighed. He could still feel just how warm his cheeks were, especially rhe spot you kissed. It tied his stomach in knots for the first time in decades and he groaned. He really was letting this happen, wasn't he. Just over a sweet, proper girl that was as shy as could be.

He left out a sigh them, looking to your sleeping face. "Yeesh, ______. You sure...know how to make a man melt..."

[liusaidh-writing]

Call it True - Chapter One

 Claire and Jamie are neighbors - though they’ve never met.  Claire, infatuated with her Scot upstairs, is more than a little certain that it’ll never happen. Is she wrong?  

Prefer to read at AO3? 

Hope you all enjoy this...I really wish I could say I’d update on a regular day weekly, but as of right now I don’t get much time to write. So please be patient!  

**I’d like to thank (profusely) @faithperry46  for being my life-saver/beta reader.  I wouldn’t/couldn’t have done this without your help!**

Here we go...

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Claire chuckled to herself, hearing the vacuum come on downstairs again. Every morning, without fail, the older lady who lived downstairs turned it on...to hoover her back patio. Living on the first floor, she was granted a small back garden - one Claire was envious of. Though she didn't think she'd do much but sweep her patio with a broom.  

Claire pushed open her kitchen window and held her breath, wondering if he'd be here at his window today. Claire figured this was her favorite way to start her days: a small chat with her mysterious, yet lovely -and stupidly handsome,- neighbor, Jamie. 

Claire hid a grin when she spotted his curly auburn hair. 

"Poor woman. Shall we buy her a broom for Christmas?" He joked, greeting Claire with his unassuming smile. He gave her a wink - if it 

could be called that, seeing as he couldn't wink correctly but instead closed both eyes in a humorous attempt.  

Claire smiled properly this time, calling to him as she rested her elbows on the window sill. 

"She's going to break that thing soon enough. I'll get the dustpan if you'll get the broom?" she offered with a laugh. It was only May, but who was Claire to say it was too early to start Christmas shopping? Especially if she could do it with Jamie.

"It's a deal. We can present it to her together." Jamie smiled at her, and Claire as per usual, panicked, swatted her face with her hands while mumbling something about a bug before excusing herself. 

"I've got to run just now, but we can work out the details later. See you soon!" 

She shut her window as she heard him respond with a friendly 'Have a good day, Claire!' 

She didn't truly need to be anywhere for another half hour - her shift at the hospital started an hour from now, but she just couldn't talk to him for long. She'd get all flustered, and was terrified she'd say something completely stupid and ruin what they had. Claire had never met the man in the flesh, but she was completely enamored with him...or his face rather, since that was all she could see from her window.  

She loved his stupid wink, his big smile that nearly met his slanted eyes as he greeted her when they saw one another. She had no idea if he lived alone, but she was certain that someone that handsome had to have a girlfriend at the very least. Or a boyfriend, perhaps. He certainly had no need of anything more from her than a quick morning chat... or else it would've happened already - that's what she told herself six months into their weird connection. Her erratic schedule at the hospital kept her from seeing him every morning and explained why they'd never met in person. 

Their relationship never ventured much further than chatting about their mutual source of amusement: their elderly neighbor with the hoovering obsession. They chatted here and there about happenings in their respective days: 'You got a haircut!' She'd say, noticing his hair was slightly shorter. He'd nod, pretend to preen, and run his hands through his hair with a laugh. 

He had no idea what that did to Claire. She was sure her cheeks went pink whenever he was even slightly flirty. She'd lose the ability to concentrate, to speak, so she'd excuse herself in some clumsy way and go about her day with him swimming around in her imagination. She'd fantasize about knocking on his door, asking him for coffee, laughing over a shared joke that didn't have to do with their neighbor, Jamie kissing her dumb as his hands roamed her back for her bra strap... 

Sometimes she got carried away.

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Claire got to work, noticing that her favorite co-worker, Lesley, was already there. Claire saw Lesley's toddler's car seat in the back, knowing it hadn't been a fun morning at her house. Lesley had a two-year-old son named Harry who Claire enjoyed, but Lesley's ex-husband Frank wasn't always in a helpful mood. So, this morning -like a lot of mornings,- the two-year-old was brought to the hospital child care center instead of staying home with his father.  

Claire sighed, shaking her head on Lesley’s behalf. Claire remembered when she’d gotten married to Frank and when she’d had her son - Lesley had thought she had it all. "But look," Claire thought, "it all fell apart at her feet shortly after it began." 

"I’m better off by myself. Only me to worry about.” It was her mantra of sorts, and Claire had convinced herself it was true. 

She got to her floor, put her stuff in her locker, and slowly shuffled to her station as she wondered what her day would bring. Lesley was there, as expected, riffling through some files as she smiled at Claire in greeting. Lesley was slightly shorter than Claire, with medium-length blonde hair Claire was sure wasn’t entirely natural. Lesley’s down-to-earth demeanor and penchant for keeping Claire grounded in reality was, unbeknownst to Claire, her saving grace during the work day, and though Lesley had had a rough go of it with Frank, she remained, for the most part upbeat - something Claire struggled with at times. Always there to lend an ear, Lesley was invaluable to Claire, and she was happy to return the favor whenever possible.

“Here you go, Lady.” Lesley said as she handed Claire a bright red folder with a name Claire couldn’t read on the side. “New admittance - a 72-year-old woman had a stroke and is in for observation.” 

Claire worked on the cardiac floor and enjoyed it... for the most part. The majority of her patients were older men and women, and she found them easy to talk to. She knew she could offer them some comfort and help during their stay.  

Grabbing the folder, she headed to her first room and started her day. 

---

Claire’s lunch left much to be desired - leftover Chinese food that had Lesley crinkling her nose. 

“How old is that, Claire?”

“I'm not sure. A few days…” 

“It doesn’t smell right.” 

Claire watched as Lesley’s mouth formed a frown. Lesley had her own lunch - a fresh salad with grilled chicken and cashews. 

“We can’t all be chefs, Lesley,” Claire said as she took a bite of her Kung Pao chicken. She made a face, struggling to swallow. Perhaps she should’ve thrown it out - but it was all she’d had to bring today.

“You live alone, Claire - you can cook all you want! I have to make my lunches once Harry has gone down for the night. After folding all of the laundry and scarfing down what’s left of dinner.” Lesley took a bite of her salad and chewed slowly as Claire shook her head. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said quietly, pushing her fried rice around with her fork. “I could cook, I suppose,” she continued, thinking about the ingredients in her refrigerator. Those consisted of a block of parmesan cheese, a bottle of orange juice, and a small pint of milk. “I could make...well, not much at the moment, but…” Claire, wanting to change the subject from her nonexistent domesticity, decided to bring up Jamie.

“I think he must have a girlfriend,” Claire said, deciding to throw her lunch out and buy some peanut butter crackers from the vending machine. As she fished for some coins in her purse, she continued. “I mean, he’s gorgeous...surely he’s taken. You know I have no luck, Lesley.”  

“Well, Claire,” Lesley began, sounding unsure about her next statement. “Do you...try?” 

Grabbing her crackers from the slot at the bottom of the vending machine, Claire whirled around, brows knitted and mouth in a scowl. 

“I do try,” she said, opening the crackers and stuffing one in her mouth. “I just figure he’s not worth my time,” she mumbled, spraying crumbs over her shirt. She brushed them off, shrugging. 

Lesley rolled her eyes, then set them on Claire, giving her a pitying, yet frustrated look. “You don’t know anything, Jon Snow.”

“It’s ‘You know nothing…’” Claire corrected, ignoring her comment. “Look how it worked out with Frank. You’re not exactly a great example of romance gone right.” Claire felt somewhat guilty when she saw Lesley’s face fall for a second, but the conversation was cut short by the clock. Time to get back to work.

“Just give it a go, Claire - the worst that could happen is that he is involved with someone else. You don’t know unless you ask.” Lesley gave her parting advice before they headed out of the lunchroom. 

Claire believed that the idea of knocking on his door and asking him about his relationship status was a little too much to ask of her. She’d talked to him - flirted even, and still...nothing. Nothing good could come of her asking him out, she decided. Only mortal embarrassment, and the unfortunate circumstance of having to live under someone who’d turned her down. No, thank you. 

Claire managed to push down all her thoughts about Jamie and get through her shift, and was relieved to plop down on the bus seat that would take her home.

Getting home, she eyed Jamie’s door, craning her neck in the stairwell to get a glimpse of the bright red door identical to her own, except he lived at 3C, she at 2C. 

"No sign of life," she sighed, hitching her purse and bag higher up her shoulder as she made her way to her flat. Her phone buzzed as she went in, tossing her bags on the entry table and reaching to dig into the depths of her purse for the offending object. She didn’t want to answer it, but she saw it was Lesley, so she swiped up, putting it to her ear with some trepidation.

"Please don’t ask me to babysit. Please, please," she begged silently as she heard Lesley begin to talk. She didn’t not like Harry. He was an adorable child and didn’t cause much trouble when he was here, but she had been looking forward to a much-needed day off work, and babysitting a toddler hadn’t been at the top of her agenda.

"…so anyway, I know it’s your day off,” Lesley said, and Claire groaned inwardly, covering the phone with her left hand. “But I’m just stuck, and I thought...maybe you’d help me out?” 

Claire gave a pained smile, even though Lesley couldn’t see her, rubbing her hand through her hair as she sighed. 

“Sure, Lesley, you know I will. It’s no trouble. Just drop him by in the morning.” 

Claire hung up, trying not to feel irritated by the prospect of watching a two-year-old all day. She had no plans, really, except to vegetate in front of the television, devouring Netflix true crime shows. But it sounded so good. Pizza delivery, maybe pull out her untouched bottle of whisky from some Christmas past...

"Oh well, she thought, I’ll just get through it. I’ll have another day off eventually." She thought. It then registered that she was due to work some night shifts coming up. "Oh... fun," she groaned to her empty apartment.  

Claire glanced at her ceiling when she heard footsteps upstairs. Jamie was home. What was he doing tonight, she wondered. Was his girlfriend over? Did he have a date, or was he, too, looking at an evening of solitary drinking?

Claire nearly jumped out of her skin when her doorbell rang. She shuffled to the door, warily looking through the peephole. She wasn’t in the mood for visitors. 

Puzzled, she saw a young teenager standing there holding a plastic bag, marked with a local restaurant’s logo. He wore a bright red hat, had more zits than craters on the moon, and he bore a scowl. Slowly, Claire opened the door, knowing she hadn’t ordered anything.

“Did you order this, lady?” the kid spat, holding the bag out to her, desperate to unload his delivery and get out of there. 

“Er...no...What’s the address?” 

“I don’t know, It’s smudged. I’m just...working my way around.” The kid shrugged, still holding out the bag.

“Well...I didn’t order it. Sorry. Try upstairs. Above me, perhaps? I know my neighbor just got home.” 

The kid sighed, drawing the bag away from Claire. He didn’t say anything, but slowly turned around and, swinging the bag around in a wide arc, growled as he started to make his way up the stairway. Claire waited at her door, hearing the delivery attempt upstairs. 

Hearing Jamie’s voice, she put her face in her palm, frustrated with herself. She could’ve made that delivery. She could’ve been standing in front of him now, complete with food. They could’ve eaten dinner together, watched a movie, somehow become entangled on his bed… 

Shut up, Beauchamp! 

She grabbed her phone, dialed to order a pizza, and slumped on the couch, resigned to her fate as a spinster, alone in front of Murder by Numbers for yet another evening. She folded her arms, brows knit, imagining Jamie upstairs with the girl he definitely had over. Why couldn’t she be hopelessly in love with someone at work, someone she saw every day? Someone she’d seen the bottom half of? That would make it easier. She always imagined Jamie as being about her height, but she could tell just from what she’d seen of his arms that he worked out. When he wore the sleeveless t-shirts, she always marveled at his biceps and had recurring dreams about them draped around her waist. 

She also knew he was a Scot, a transplant from somewhere north. She wondered if he ever wore a kilt because she figured she’d pay good money to see it. Oh, she was pathetic, she knew, but she didn’t care when she was alone in her thoughts. She wondered if it would do her good to get a cat. Perhaps then she wouldn’t do so much daydreaming. Surely it wasn’t healthy.

[dancingkirby]

Fanfic: The Morning After

Sokka and Ty Lee have a little chat about their mutual lover, and then Sokka has an encounter with Azula herself.  This is a direct sequel to the Sokkla scene I wrote for the Chapter 69 special.  Like most of what I post here, this is a right draft.  I feel that the ending still needs some work, but I think the rest of it turned out well.  Especially since this was my first time writing Sokka’s PoV!

WARNING: Referenced past sexual abuse/incest.  Kind of par for the course with this series.

Waking up in the mornings was so, so overrated…especially when it was this early. Sokka had been wrenched out of sleep by a strong urge to pee, but once that had been taken care of, he found himself unable to drift of again.  The birds outside his window were causing a racket, and even when he turned his head away from the window, he felt as if it the sunlight was drilling a hole in the back of his skull.  Resigning himself to the inevitable, Sokka sat up in bed and reached for the stash of blubbered seal jerky he’d stashed under his pillow, only to be severely disappointed when he found that the bag was empty.  That was right…he’d eaten the last few pieces last night.

Last night…what had that even been?

He had, of course, been hoping he’d get lucky that night, since it was a wedding and all, so he’d come prepared.  But he would have never guessed in a gazillion years that it would be with Azula.  Yes, he’d been aware that she’d been looking at him all day, but he’d assumed it was because she hated him and was fantasizing about his death.  It turned out that her fantasies had actually been about something slightly less violent…and way more sexy.

(He hadn’t been entirely blameless in this either…he’d stared right back at her, thinking about how hot she’d become.  And not in the firebending sense.)

And then…they’d had sex.  In a closet that was so tiny that Sokka hadn’t been quite able to stand up straight. Azula had proven to be a screamer, and when they’d left the closet, they’d had to do a Walk of Shame through a large and boisterous crowd to get to the sleeping quarters.  

He held his head in his hands.  If Zuko didn’t know yet, he certainly would soon.  And then Sokka was really gonna get it.  Well, he might as well go outside for a walk first, so he wouldn’t face the Fire Lord with all this metaphorical gunk clogging his thoughts.  It was a testament to his current emotional turmoil that he didn’t even eat breakfast first.

They hated each other, right?  That much hadn’t changed.  And yet…that sex had been something else.   He’d heard about hatesex, of course, but he’d never thought he’d actually experience it. What was more, Azula had evidently been satisfied enough with how it’d gone to suggest that this could become a regular Thing.  However, that was before they knew that everyone in the palace was aware of it.

Sokka navigated the maze of corridors more or less successfully, and flung open a side exit door leading to one of the gardens.  When the spring air, still cool this early and laden with the scent of flowers, hit his face, he thought he already felt a little better.  As he started walking around the perimeter, he thought that surely no one else would be out here at this hour…

Except there was.

He had thought, upon initially passing it, that it was simply an ordinary bush with biggish pink flowers on it.  Sokka had no idea what the flowers were called. (Hey, he was the meat and sarcasm guy…not the plant guy!)  Then, he had almost walked by it when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.  He figured it was probably only the breeze, but turned back to look anyway,,,and saw that the bush had grown large eyes that were staring right back at him.  

“Whoa!” he cried out.  “Please leave me alone, Creepy Bush with Eyes. I wasn’t doing any…”

He broke off his sentence, feeling more than a little embarrassed at himself as he realized that the eyes did not belong to the bush, but rather to the now-giggling lady sitting next to the bush, feet tucked behind her head. (How could that possibly be a comfortable way to sit?)  Her pink outfit had made her blend right in.

Wait.  Pink?  This was Ty Lee!  Shit. She and Azula were dating, right? What if Azula had cheated on Ty Lee with him?  

“Weeelllll…it was really nice seeing you, Ty Lee, or rather not seeing you, but this is a little awkward, wouldn’t you think?  I think I’ll just be…leaving, and then we can both pretend that this never happened. Sound like a plan?”

But Ty Lee lowered her feet, stood up, and said, “Wait.  No.   I wanted to talk with you for a bit.”

Oh fuck, he was in for it now!

“What about?” he replied.  He was trying to be casual, but the fact that his voice was currently an octave higher than it had been in about four years gave him away.

“I’m not mad at you, silly!” Ty Lee insisted, sitting on a nearby bench.  “Just sit right here...”–she patted the spot next to her– “And we can clear some things up, okay?”

“About Azula?” Sokka sighed.  Ty Lee nodded.

“Yeah.  About Azula.”

Sokka gingerly sat, crossing his legs just in case.  “I take it you know about last night?”

“M-hm,” Ty Lee said. “But that…what you probably think is the problem isn’t.  Azula and I have…kind of an arrangement.  We see other people.  I’ve been starting to do a bit of dating myself.  Not that anyone’s really worked out for me yet, but…well, anyway, you don’t have to worry about that.”  She flushed as she realized that she’d overshared a bit.

“Then what is the problem?” Sokka pressed.  Ty Lee’s gaze flickered down to her lap, and she seemed to be trying to figure out how to put what she wanted to say into words.  

“Be careful with her, okay?” she finally said in a soft voice, pleading gaze back on him.

Sokka shuddered. “No need to tell me that twice.”

Ty Lee shook her head, braid swaying from side to side.  “Not like that.  Well, I guess kind of…but what I was trying to get at was, she’s good at putting on an act, but she’s still really emotionally fragile.  She…you were at the meeting; you know what happened to her.”

Yes, Sokka remembered that meeting well.  No sooner had Katara and Sokka gotten back home with Dad than they’d received a message telling them to return to the Fire Nation for an urgent matter.  Sokka’s first thought was that Iroh had gotten sick, but that proved not to be the case.  

As soon as he and Katara had arrived at the palace, they had been ushered into a small conference room.  Somewhat oddly, metal buckets had been placed by every seat.  The two of them, Aang, Toph, Suki, Ty Lee, Zuko, and Mai had been the only people in the room, and the new Fire Lord had sworn them all to secrecy.

“I’m not sure how to lead up to this, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it,” Zuko had said, face pale and grief-stricken.  The entire room was horrified to hear that Ozai had raped his own daughter multiple times, and not only that…he had impregnated her.  

It had quickly become clear that the buckets had been placed there in case anyone had to vomit, and Aang and Suki had had to use theirs.  Sokka hadn’t, although it had been close.  But Ty Lee had taken it the worst of all of them.  After a few seconds of shocked silence, she had burst into tears and been utterly inconsolable.  The only things she had been capable of saying were, “I should have known!” and “It’s all my fault!”

For all he knew, she could still be blaming herself for it…

Sokka swallowed. All he could trust himself to say was, “Yeah.  I know.”

Ty Lee squeezed her eyes shut, as if she too was revisiting that memory in her head.

She said, “Azula’s had a lot of relearning to do. And she’s trying to be a better person in her own way, I think.  At the very least, she’s realized that she wasn’t happy the way she was before.  But sometimes, she’s not quite there yet.  Be patient with her, that’s all I’m asking. And if she starts doing something messed up, you have to let her know about it.  And if you ever, ever take advantage of her…you’ll have to answer to me.”

That last part sounded slightly ludicrous on the surface, coming from such a sweet-faced woman, but Sokka knew well that her appearance was deceiving.  He held up his hands.  “Hey, no advantage-taking going on here!  I promise.”

“It’s okay.  I believe you,” Ty Lee stated.  She gave him a crooked little smile, while simultaneously blinking away tears.  “I…I was happy when I heard last night.  I think you might be the person Azula needs right now.  So…friends?” She held out her little finger to pinky-promise.

Sokka smiled as he linked her finger with his.  “Sure. Friends.”   Naturally, his stomach had to choose that very moment to give an audible growl.

“Whoops.  Guess I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast,” he muttered.  “Well, I should go now.  It was nice talking to you, though!  Glad we set things straight.”

“No problem!” Ty Lee replied.

Once Sokka had gone to the kitchens and successfully begged for some grub (They had leftovers from last night!  Score!), he encountered none other than Azula on the way back to his room.  She was dressed in her training garb, but had looked like she had been in no hurry to get to the sparring grounds.  In fact, from the way she’d been leaning against a doorway, it almost looked like she’d been waiting for him.

He sidled up to her, and whispered, “So…are we still on for tonight?” She nodded.

He couldn’t help it; he winked at her.  After all, he was Sokka, and he had to uphold certain standards.  Azula looked taken aback at first…but then she smiled.  She had dimples, and it was strangely adorable.

Before she could speak, though, a shout rang out from behind them.

“There you are! Mai and I heard some really weird stuff about…”  Zuko rounded a corner, and the “weird stuff” was apparently confirmed when he saw Sokka and Azula standing so close to each other.

“Yes, Zuzu, we fucked,” Azula said, sounding impressively nonchalant.  “Do you have a problem with that?”

A long pause ensued. Sokka tried to follow Azula’s lead and act casual by whistling tunelessly, but his attempt was much less successful than hers.  At long last, Zuko shook his head.

“You know what? Fine.  I don’t want to think about it.  Just…be sure to use protection, okay?”  And off he went.

“I should be off, too,” Azula said to Sokka.   She strode briskly away, but not before discreetly dropping a folded scrap of paper on the floor at Sokka’s feet.  Once he was back in the privacy of his own room, he opened it and read the few characters printed on it.

Eight o’clock.  Don’t be late.

He certainly had no intention of letting her down.

[princess-butters]

Just a celebrity [knj X reader]

A/n: Hi, I know it’s been a while since my last post, I legit have no excuse except that it’s procrastination and that I had no ideas to go by, I still don’t, but I’m trying my best to write as much as I can now. I have a fanfic in the works that I have coming up and it’s hard to write each chapter without it being mostly filler and actually relevant to the story, you know? It’s actually something that’s been in the works for almost 4. Fucking. Years. and I’m just now writing most of the chapters I have planned. It’s somewhat of a short story too which I’m glad because I was really worried it would be too long and dragged out with said filler but what I do have is a character introduction to the characters. It’s not all of them but it’s at least something to begin the story so once it’s done, I can post it and show you guys what I’m working on. But anyways I’m getting sidetracked. This was originally supposed to be for an imagine but it became too long and I decided it should be its own story so enjoy.

Warnings: [TW // Mentions of forced strict diet, and starvation, Namjoon really wants to eat but can’t because of his company, description of being underweight. Fluff with bits of angst. Y/n is a cynical bitch to Namjoon in the beginning but warms up to him at the end of their first encounter. It’s a fluffy relationship at the end. If I’m missing any TW, please let me know.]

Word count: 1.8k

Your first interaction with Namjoon was during his concerts in Korea since you were studying abroad and your friend, whom you’ve met online and was the sole reason why you wanted to move here, told you about a K-pop group that had debuted a while ago and it’s safe to say that you...didn’t care too much for their music and you only went to their concert to support your friend who was quickly becoming a big fan of them. It’s a unique story, really, it’s not your simple story of a fangirl who goes to some concert and one of the members sees them in the audience and brings them backstage. No, this was completely different. You never had the desire about fantasizing idols when you were younger, now that’s not to say that you didn’t enjoy music because you did, hell, you even own band merch that you still proudly wear but you never found them to be attractive like most fans would and always saw them just as artists.

While Namjoon did spot you and your friend in the crowd, he didn’t tell some security guard so you could exchange phone numbers – it was by complete accident and fate one day when you were walking home from the grocery store to pick up some food for you and your friend until you heard someone bolting towards you, running away from something that seemed serious. Annoyed and a bit taken back by his actions at first, you glance behind you not expecting much but what you didn’t expect was the amount of crazed fangirls heading your way. Gasping as you saw the hurdle of fans, your feet were stuck planted on the ground, standing there frozen with fear as the young, violent fans inched closer and closer, pushing each other around like a bunch of wild animals, until you felt the warmth of someone’s hand, presumably the same guy from earlier.

“Come on, don’t just stand there like a crazy person! I know a place where we can get rid of them!” He sounded young, about your age, the young musician took your hand in his and dragged you with him.

And that’s how you became stuck with each other behind some gritty, old building, trash bins and garbage all over the bleak scenery, you and the young musician huddled up together in-between two dumpsters as the loud and obnoxious cheers of fans faded out into the air. Both sighing with relief, you look up at him unimpressed.

“I guess this is your everyday lifestyle?” You question the young star and he lets out a heavy sigh, still trying to catch his breath from running so fast. It probably didn’t help matters that he was also dragging you along with him.

“You haven’t seen the worst of it. I usually find these girls in my room.” He tells you nonchalantly, like he’s used to it at this point.

“Shouldn’t that be considered trespassing?”

“Yeah but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m a big star around here and what these girls want, they’ll sure as hell get it.”

“Wow. And here I thought you were just another puppet for the music industry.” You reply back with a snarky undertone, lifting yourself up from the ground and wiping any muck and dirt left on your clothes. The young musician didn’t take your words kindly and narrowed his eyebrows together.

“Hey listen, it’s not as easy as you may think. Just be thankful you’re still alive because if they had caught you, you would’ve been roadkill by now.” He commented as if it was a statement of fact.

“I barely know you!” You argued, lifting your arms up to emphasize your point.

“Doesn’t matter to them. They see some girl out with a popular celebrity, they become lions and you’re their prey.”

You roll at his comment, thinking he’s just over-exaggerating. “Well thank you for the joyride, but I really should get back to my apartment.”

“What did you get?” He asks curiously as he stares at your bag full of food, he sounded like a kid who saw a bag full of candy on Halloween.

“Black bean noodles with rice on the side.” You explain to him simply, going over to make sure you got exactly what you needed and it didn’t fall out while you were running.

The man rests his hand against his stomach, it begins rumbling with hunger as he heard those three words. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday because of the intense and strict schedule his company has forced him to go through and he would be lying right now if he said he wasn’t hungry. “Black bean noodles? That sounds really good! That’s one of my favorite dishes, I haven’t had something like that in a while.”

You cross your arms, thinking it was his way of attempting to relate to you on some level. “Oh please, you’re a star! I bet you eat everything that’s handed to you.” You didn’t mean for it to come out so cold and bitter but you couldn’t help yourself, this was some celebrity and you’ve had a dislike for them because a lot of them are just stuck-up snobs who bully everyone lower class than them. The man gives you a look that even you couldn’t figure out, almost like he was envisioning the different foods he wished he could eat but couldn’t.

“I wish it were that simple. My company would kill me if they saw me eating anything like that, I’m forced to be on a strict diet and I’m barely allowed to eat a granola bar let alone noodles.”

Shocked by his explanation, you lower down your arms and began feeling bad for making such assumptions. You alternate looking between him and the food, clearly the thought of him starving had profusely disturbed you and you couldn’t help but send an expression of empathy and sadness to the lone musician. When you decided to speak up once more, your voice went up an octave, softly responding back in a more friendly manner, it was your discreet way of apologizing to the poor guy for being so harsh. “Really? I’ve never got it before. My friend likes them and practically begged me to get it for her.”

“Your friend has good taste. I guess I better get going, the fans have died down and it’s probably safe for me to leave. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah.” You mindlessly say as you watch him turn around before you could say anything else but when he rounds the corner, you quickly find your voice once again and call out to him, hoping he hasn’t left just yet. “Hey! If you want to, why don’t you come over and have dinner?”

He emerges from the side and leans against the bricks walls, hands in his pockets like he’s trying to protect himself from the freezing cold. “I can’t. Mostly because we don’t know each other and my company would kill me if I ate something that wasn’t on their list which is not many, to be honest.”

You slowly walk up towards him and look at him directly, taking a minute to look at his features. Poor thing looked like he was starving himself, even though you’ve never liked idols and found them all to be the same mindless puppets, it can’t be said for this guy. His cheek bones were hollowed, he’s skinny but to an unhealthy standard, and his eyes were baggy and darkened around the sockets, almost sunken in. You couldn’t tell if it was from a lack of sleep, starvation, or both. You hesitate for a moment before placing your mitten hand on top of his exposed hand. “But you’re starving. I can’t let you walk away and not have something.”

“I really can’t.”

“Please? I really don’t want to leave you in this state and the food I have isn’t that bad for you.”

After realizing that you’re not gonna give up on this and that you really were serious, he took a second to think it over. The thought really was enticing and he would be lying to himself once more if he said he wasn’t interested and desperate to eat anything, even if it came from a complete stranger, and he knew the food was legit because well, he can see it very clearly. “Well...alright.”

Once you heard his confirmation, you show a small smile and nodded with him. “Then it’s settled! Off to my house we go!” You latch onto his arm and begin walking home with him when another thought came to mind and halted in your steps. “Oh yeah, you’d better wear your disguise or we’re gonna be running from your psycho fans. I didn’t even catch your name.”

A chuckle came out of him as he placed his cap snug on his head and his mask covering half of his face, the only thing visible were his eyes, everything else made him seem like he was invincible to the public eye. “My name’s Namjoon.”

“So you’re that Namjoon guy my friend always talks about! Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.” You smirk to yourself as you two resume walking, the thought of your friend acting like a complete psycho in front of her bias entertained you.

Once you and Namjoon arrived at your place, your first instinct when you walked through the front door was give an explanation to your friend about why you were late and how worried she was. When you told her what had happened and showed her evidence to prove your case, her reaction was a lot more different than how she usually is. Throughout the evening, you and Namjoon got along fairly well—with the exception of your friend asking him benign questions about his career as an idol and if the other members are exactly the same in real life—you would frequently apologize for her erratic behavior as it worried you it would make the idol uncomfortable but he says it’s nothing compared to what he always hears from fangirls.

You and Namjoon surprisingly hit it off at the end of the night and you exchanged phone numbers when he was about to leave and promised each other you would meet again soon, this time without your friend in the picture. After he left, thoughts began to provoke and you wondered to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you were wrong about idols for once.

And now let’s look at today’s events, where are you and Namjoon right now in your relationship? Well one thing’s for certain is that you two are officially dating and have been since 2017, two years after your initial meeting. When you two became more comfortable with each other, he had invited you over to the dorms and introduced you to his members, to which they immediately welcomed you into their group with open arms, you’ve actually become best friends with some of them. It’s been a fun and crazy ride, exploring different countries and cultures had never crossed your mind before but now you can safely say that it’s been one of the best things to have ever happened in your life. You were fortunate to have somebody like him and him you because along the way, you have made each other better, Namjoon had taught you that being guarded and stubborn shouldn’t lock you out of the world and it’s okay to let your guard down sometimes, and you taught him that just because he was an idol doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be any boundaries and that he was a human being first.

Whenever the media caught wind of your relationship, they always thought it was just a fling and that the two of you would break up like everybody else in the industry but so far, you have proved each and every one of them wrong and now both you and Joon don’t give two shits about what everybody says.