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neverchecking · 2 years ago

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Not so Scary

Okay, okay, I know I'm starving y'all. I'm sorry for that, but writer's block is choking me between it's thighs rn. BUT, i do have this to offer.

It's more Aaliyah x Ceres stuff. Sorry not sorry. This time our guest star is Twilight (sage is still there. that bastard)

For those who don't know, Ceres belongs to @angry-trashcan, my lovely wife whom I love so much <33

Smut so MDNI! !8+

Smut CW: Foursomes, there is some scissoring in the beggining bc girls being girls :), Aaliyah and Sage get a little mean at the end but that's okay bc Twilight and Ceres are into it <3 Also, you'll see where the new blog name came from <3 (Bailey and I thought of it when shit-balling --it's like spit-balling but pure crack instead--and i just love it sm). This ones breeches 5.2K words, but it's not all smut there is a fluff portion before hand <33

There were a few things that confused her about the current Sage of Spirits.

None were truly consequential things, mindless thoughts that had no real merit in the real world (Why did she wake at the first peaks of dawn if only to sit in front of a window with her legs crossed as she mumbled under her breath? Why did she choose to eat with chopsticks as opposed to the normal cutlery everyone else chose? Why did she put both socks on before her shoes? That was the wrong order. It was sock, shoe, sock shoe-), but one thing in particular perplexed the brunette.

Why did Aaliyah showcase this false bravado of a blood-lusting warrior when the way she cradled her cheeks was nothing but soft and loving?

Why did the Sheikah insist on hiding behind stone walls? Why did she completely shut down and refuse to acknowledge anything when any part of it was brought up? What had happened to her that had shattered her soul in such a way she refused to let herself be vulnerable again?

They had been in Sage’s Hyrule for a few weeks at this point and it was evident the Sheikah had made her impact. With gentle hums and smooth words, dressed in a silky tilt, she had wound a few of the others around her finger, keeping them coiled there like a viper.

And yet, it was as if she didn’t care. She paid them no more mind than that of the villagers around her. In fact, if it wasn’t pertaining to herself or Sage, it seemed Aaliyah had zero lost love on it.

Even right now, she was laying in the front yard, one leg crossed over the bent counterpart as her arms laid folded under her head. Her eyes were closed but the rhythm of her breathing remained controlled. Never falling into the soft and even pattern that most had when they succumb to sleep. No, she was simply resting her eyes. Sunbathing like a cat would any other lazy afternoon.

It was an odd sight, seeing the woman so…eased. Vulnerable wasn’t the word to use because Ceres would bet money that, should any threatening presence wander nearby, the Sheikah would waste no time in neutralizing it. Eased however seemed to fit.Quelled maybe.

She shook her head, standing after a second with a fleeting touch to Twilight’s shoulder. He glanced back, catching her eyes for a fleeting second before letting her go with a nod. It was still in earshot and even the rancher was still weary around the sage in the yard based on her battle prowess alone.

True to her earlier predictions, Aaliyah’s ears twitched the second she stepped foot onto the grass, alerting the other to her location immediately. Still, she did not move. She remained in her spot until Ceres had settled beside her, politely folding her legs and holding her hands in her lap. Eyes that shined like sapphires darted from the Sheikah’s face up to the sky, noting the lack of clouds, before repeating the process. Somewhere along the line, Aaliyah snorted, rolling her shoulders before settling once more.

“Keep staring at me like that and I’ll start getting ideas, doll.”

“I like ideas.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” Even if her eyes remained closed, Ceres knew the other was well aware of every interaction going on around her. “What’s turning in your pretty little head there, my love?”

“You.” Came the automated reply before Ceres was trying to correct herself. It wasn’t fast enough as Aaliyah chuckled from her place on the ground, something just as harmonious as it was rare.

“Glad to know I’m always on your mind, even when I’m not around.” Her tone seemed happy, which was a plus. Even if it made Ceres' cheeks turn red and her ears lower. “No, I mean not that I don’t think of you- but I just-”

“Breath.” There was a sudden hand on her own. She hadn’t even heard Aaliyah sit up, but there she was, eyes open and soft and focused on her. Goddess, Aaliyah had gorgeous eyes. It was kind of unfair. “Take a breath,” Aaliyah’s chest gave an exaggerated inhale in demonstration. Ceres followed. “And release.” The air fell out of her lungs in a sweeping exhale, to which the brunette followed. “There you go, my sweet girl. Now, tell me what’s going on up there.”

Aaliyah was so steady and smooth and confident that Ceres nearly wanted to kiss her then and there. In every torrent of a storm, whether it be her’s or Sage’s, or even a personal issue she was facing, she remained consistent. Like a pillar of conviction that instilled trust without her even trying.

“You-...You let the others believe you're so…scary, but you’re not. You’ve proven to me that you’re not. So, I guess my question is, why let them believe that?” Ceres spilled out, without so much as a second thought. It seemed to take the other aback for a second, her own ears rising and falling for a moment as she stuttered over an answer.

Then she huffed, eyes darting over for a second. One of the farm dogs from up the road had trotted over, eagerly stuffing its snout into Aaliyah’s face, lapping at her cheeks and rubbing their noses together. The Sheikah returned the action, ruffling the dog’s ears with both of her hands as the dog’s tail wagged. Her mouth opened then closed before opening again. The dog lapped at her cheek again, paws pushing at her shoulders in an attempt to pin her beneath them. Aaliyah gently pushed them off, cradling them close to her chest as she finally let out a sigh. “Scary, to me, is safe. It’s territory that I’m familiar with. It’s easier for people to be scared of me and to stay away than it is for them to be close and to get hurt. With you- It’s…hard. Hard because I know that in letting you in, I open myself to the chance of you getting hurt, knowing there was something I probably could’ve done. But it’s just as easy showing you that I’m not all jagged edges and shattered parts because I know that even when I’m not there, you have some, admittedly, talented men protecting you when I can’t. I don’t care much for what they think, but I do care about you. If they think I’m scary, but see that you’re okay with me, they know that I am just as capable of protecting you as they are. If not, more so.” She spoke with hearty conviction and a gaze that said everything she couldn’t quite put into words. It was something that had obviously been running amuck in her own head for quite some time, long before Ceres had prodded for it, and something that she obviously had thought a lot about.

Aaliyah had been at her most vulnerable with Ceres. She’d fallen asleep next to the woman, ate next to her, they’ve even had sex. Quite a few times, and Aaliyah had trusted her not to drop the piece of her that the Sheikah had offered.

Ceres swallowed harshly. The dog barked. Aaliyah huffed at it through her nose before pushing the paws off and letting the dog run back to where it once came from, watching with a fond grin. Animals were always a comfort to her since they were something she understood (From how Wild explained it, nature talked in ways he could understand without needing to understand any form of speech. If Sage and him were alike as they said, and Aaliyah followed in Sage’s footsteps, they were something she was familiar with. Something that shaped and carved her out of a blank canvas and then continued to grow alongside her.), but when the grin remained as Aaliyah’s attention turned to Ceres, she realized something. Aaliyah had come to understand her too, all while giving Ceres the ability to learn about her. What made her tick, what had her brows furrow, what made her lips turn into that adorable little pout. All of it. Aaliyah laid it out for her to memorize, even if it ate at her to do so.

Ceres realized Aaliyah had let herself love, if only to a certain degree. It was still something. And that something was all she needed to affirm that she wasn’t scary. She was scared and traumatized and tired.

Ceres lept into Aaliyah’s lap at the reminder, pushing forward all the growing affection she had for the woman into a searing kiss. The Sheikah stumbled a bit at the sudden action, one hand raising as the other shot back to catch them both. Her lips remained frozen for a second before Aaliyah was raising her free hand to cup the brunette’s cheeks, letting a smile gently curve on her face.

That was a good sign, right?

Ceres returned the grin, giggling a big into the other’s growing smirk before using her body weight to pin the other beneath her. Their lips never separated, even as chuckles bubbled between them before fizzling out into a mix of teeth clicking against teeth and tongues swiping against each other in a fight for dominance.

Ceres pulled back before a winner could be decided, a line of spit connecting her to the Sheikah beneath her. Said Sheikah panted for a second before licking her lips, snapping the line of spit.

“What did I say about giving me ideas, Doll?”

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“Great Din’s tits-” Aaliyah couldn’t even stop the curse before it dropped out of her lips, hands squeezing the calf in her grasp in a pure, desperate attempt at holding control. Ceres, her wonderful, gorgeous Ceres, was beneath her, cheeks red and flush as tears began pearling down the apples of them. How she wished to wipe them away, to kiss away any woe the other was facing, but she was a bit preoccupied.

She was too occupied watching the other’s tits bounce up and down, over and over, keeping time with Aaliyah herself. Too busy watching how the blush on her cheeks did not stop at said cheeks but flowed down her body in a feverish haze. Too busy marking up once pristine skin in a reminder to any and all that she had her hands on Ceres first. She was the one making the brunette cry out, hands clawing at Aaliyah’s own thigh in an attempt to hang on as her head fell back into the pillows beneath her. She was the one with Ceres' leg thrown over her shoulder, grinding against her pussy in a slick back and forth. Their clits would brush up against each other with every thrust forward, coating the other’s pussy lips in a nice sheen of their cum before Aaliyah was drawing back, repeating the process. Over and over again, the Sheikah picked up a rhythm, feeling that coil in her stomach tighten. There were so many things she wanted to do to this woman, just so little time. And it seemed somewhere along the line, Aaliyah had seemed to piss off a god somewhere somehow (probably Hylia with her daily cursings out of her name) and picked up a curse where they could never really have an entire evening to themselves. It seemed no matter what she had tried to throw Sage off her tail, for just a little while, he had made it a game to come back as soon as possible just to catch her in the act. He looked her in the eyes (late at night after their rendezvous with his shadows and the aforementioned female) and admitted, with that suave smirk and hands firmly on her hips, that he had found it so endearingly entertaining that she thought she could slip anything past him. That it was, in fact, just a game to him. To let her wander, let her hands and eyes roam on places that weren’t his own body, only to reign her back in, tightening her leash. It amused him to no end.

Goddess, she hated the smug ass smirk. Wanted to wipe it off his stupid face.

Mentally, a timer was counting down in her head. A number of variables were running amuck as she took Ceres apart beneath her, thinking over every little thing that would either slow the man down or cut her time. Of course, there was a chance that none of it mattered because the man was inherently unpredictable in every way and no amount of planning could ever truly be used against him.

So she was going to enjoy this time while she had it.

“You look so good under me, doll.” Aaliyah purred, feeling the way Ceres bucked up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, you’re too good for me. Makes me wanna be all domestic and shit. Put the fattest rock on your finger. Call you my little wife.”

Nails dug harsher into her thigh at the remark as a moan cried out, high and pretty, sung just perfectly for the Sheikah’s ears. “Oh you like that? Like the thought of being my little wife? Cooking and cleaning for me? Goddess be damned-” Aaliyah hissed as her hips kept rocking forward, head falling as her pace picked up. “Gonna cum all over my pretty wife. Bet she’d like that, huh? Love for me to just cream all over her pussy?”

Ceres’ head fell against the pillow beneath her, back arching up into her as she came with a loud cry. Her thighs twitched and quivered as the nails moved from Aaliyah’s thighs to her back, painting thin red lines along her spine and against her scars.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl, coming apart just for me-” Aaliyah groaned, turning from rapid thrusts to long, drawn out strokes that drew out the other’s orgasm. “Fuck, you make it so hard to not lose my ever loving mind-”

“I know the feeling.”

Goddesses and all their followers be damned. “Do you have the innate need to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Aaliyah snapped, lip raising in a snarl even if she remained focused on her task at hand. “You're like a dog with a bone.”

Sage clicked his tongue from wherever he remained behind them. “Tch, tch. You still have that bratty attitude. What is it gonna take for you to smarten up?” The sharp claws of Rauru’s hand pricked right under her jaw as her head snapped up, Sage quickly moving into her space. “Especially when there’s company.”

“Who’d you rope into your schemes this time?” She spat, hips slowing to little more than a leisurely roll. “The old man? Maybe the smith? He’d be a fun toy.” The hand tightened until she stopped her hips entirely, throwing her head back against the male’s shoulders. Ceres whimpered underneath her, overstimulation making her entire body jolt as Aaliyah halted. In a silent apology, the Sheikah gently ran a hand up and down the thigh still in her grasp.

Her eyes strained to look behind her. A grin upturned her features as she rolled her head to look at Sage once more.

“Isn’t this fun.”

Twilight knew that was the second he bit off more than he could chew. It was when Sage, ever confident, easily moved. He moved the white-ette, Aaliyah if he remembered correctly, keeping her close with a hand around her throat before glancing back.

“I did you a favor. She can get a bit mean when you try to take away her toys.” He huffed, moving the other female back enough that when he suddenly, and quite forcefully for that matter, pinned her right next to Ceres. The piercings in her nipples caught the light, and the brunette’s eyes, as she went down, her hands snapping up to catch herself even if her cheek was still smushed into the mattress.

Twilight almost worried for the other, ears flinching at the harsh smack that rang out. It didn’t seem to even startle Ceres, who looked up at him. “Hi, Twilight. Come to join the party?”

“Look at you, darling.” He breathed out, quickly moving closer to the woman, who smiled up at him in nothing but pure bliss and post-coital haze. “Did she treat ya well?”

“Oh, she always treats me so well.” Ceres giggled, head lolling to the side. Another smack rang out. Ceres nor Twilight paid it any mind this time. “Gonna let me treat you just as good, darling?”

She giggled. “You always treat me so well, too, Twilight. You all do.” Her hands brought up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down to seal their lips in a searing kiss. “Now, be a good boy and do it again.”

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Sweat sheened off of bodies as the smell of sex permeated in the air. It was heavy and sweltering and holy shit was it almost overbearing. The sound of skin on skin echoed in repetitive claps, whines and whimpers leaking out. Aaliyah never raised from her place where Sage had pinned her, taking the abuse he hurled her way. Her ass stung and the pace he upkept was something brutal and harsh and had her rocking her throbbing clit against the edge of the bed over and over again. It wasn’t enough to get rid of that burn of understimulated edging that she had been left with since the boys had left her disgustingly hung and dry (Well, not quite dry).

“Please-” She cried out, eyes darting to look over at Ceres. She was on her back, legs thrown over the cowboy’s shoulders as he kept a much smoother, softer rhythm. It kept the brunette singing her lovely song and making those delicious faces.

Aaliyah turned her face back into the mattress, groaning into it heavily before raising her head and arching her back, pushing herself up. “Let me cum. Let me cum-” She huffed, groaning once more when Sage yanked her head back by her hair. The action was harsh and made her neck snap back in the direction he wanted.

“So demanding. First you beg for my fingers, then for my cock, and now you want to cum?” He snipped into her ear. “Sounds a little selfish to me, snowdrop.”

“Please-” Aaliyah gasped out, hips jutting against the mattress once more. It was an achingly soft brush against her clit, nothing to push her over the edge-- and she was sure Sage knew that.

“You can say please all you want, my love, not gonna make me think about it any faster.” He smirked, sharp teeth snapping on her ear and pulling it back just a bit. She cried out at the action, eyes landing on Ceres. The woman was already watching her, one of her hands interlocked with Twilights while the other was laid on the bed beside her. The hand reached for the Sheikah, brushing against her cheek. The hold on her hair loosened and Ceres took the chance to pull her forward, making their foreheads rest together.

The act was not entirely foreign, she and Sage had done it when emotions ran high after an adrenaline boosted round and they needed to remind the other that they were still there, still alive. But it was still terrifyingly intimate.

It burned where their skin touched, but it was a nice burn.

Ceres gasped out suddenly, making Aaliyah’s eyes shoot open only for her eyes to catch Twilight’s free hand rubbing harsh circles into the other’s clit. It made the other woman jolt and shudder, Aaliyah’s hands coming up to gently pin her shoulders. From behind her, Sage delivered another smack to her ass, probably watching it ripple before lowering himself. His chest laid on her back, arms coming to wrap around her midsection.

Aaliyah swallowed at the action, raising her head (To avoid giving poor Ceres a concussion) and gently cupping Ceres’ free hand in her own. A breath was sucked in in preparation before she was throwing her head back onto his shoulder. Sage kissed her shoulder before biting into the soft flesh, hips suddenly rocking forward much faster. A cry burst out of her lips at the action, body all but curling in on itself as Ceres watched, Twilight picking up his own pace.

Cries from the both of them rang out before Twilight was stilling, cock buried deep in Ceres, who cried and shook as her own back arched up into him. Like a chain reaction, Aaliyah fell apart at the sight, her own head falling forward as her thighs quivered and shook, Sage’s name falling from her lips as his hips stilled against hers. She remained still and obedient as he filled her full of cum, even as it slipped past his throbbing cock and dripped down her thighs. He unlatched from her shoulder, licking at the bite mark before pulling away from her back. “There’s my good girl. Done with your fit?”

Aaliyah swallowed, but nodded.

“Good. Now, on your back. You’re about to get a lot more friendly with our local cowboy.”

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Ceres feared for a second that Sage would go on hard on her as he did with Aaliyah, but she should’ve known better. The relationship between the two of them was something far more trusting than anything Sage had branched out to her just yet. Something that allowed that level of pure unfiltered trust between two individuals was something that wasn’t just earned, but had to be forged and built out of shattered pieces and broken parts.

So she should’ve known that Sage would’ve handled her with nothing but care. His touches were far more delicate and far softer as he moved her onto her knees, kneeling behind her on the bed and gently steadying her when she swayed. He hushed her whines with gentle coos and softer whispers, both him and Ceres watching as Twilight and Aaliyah nervously navigated new territory.

With Cal and Wild, she was familiar with them in the sense that Sage was them at one point, so she knew how to handle them. But Twilight was a whole new ball game. They were entirely foreign to each other. The only bits they had to go off of was what was just witnessed now.

Which was so little of such a bigger picture. Because while Twilight had seen her take it rough, he was a soft lover at heart. He never wanted to hurt his romantic partner, but it seemed that was what the Sheikah liked. It wasn’t something he was inherently comfortable with with a new partner, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Similar in the sense that all Aaliyah had seen of the cowboy was that he was a giver. He never once failed to take into account Ceres’ pleasure and Aaliyah felt that if anyone touched her clit at the moment she’d explode, buzzing on pure hormones and adrenaline. It wouldn’t feel good to her should he go about pleasing her in the same way he did with Ceres.

Luckily for both of them, Sage had the uncanny ability to be in control, even from halfway across the room.

He hummed gently, massaging Ceres’ hips as she melted into him. “She won’t break, ranch hand. You can move her. She’ll go. No more brat left in her to fight ya anymore.”

Twilight’s eyes shot over to the blond, who nodded once in encouragement before he even dared to touch the Sheikah. She was bent over the bed, one leg thrown lazily onto the bed, but it seemed that was as far as her effort went. Her shoulders shuddered with every breath she took, an assortment of claw marks (Probably from Ceres’) flexing along her spine. Her hips were bruising already and her ass was a warm red, hot to the touch when Twilight ran a hand along one of the cheeks. He stepped closer, her entire form freezing at the action, gently moving his hands to run the course along her hips.

“Ya’ alright with me handling ya, darling?” He gently whispered, waiting for her acknowledgement before doing anything. Her eyes watching him through her curtain of hair, yellow and blazing like a wild animal’s, before she nodded slowly. He nodded back, moving her hips to slot better against hers before picking her up by her thigh, moving it to rest on the bed as well. She groaned at the action, but did as instructed, even sitting up to lay against his chest in the same manner Ceres was with Sage. Her head lolled back against Twilight’s shoulder as a mindless babble left her lips.

“There ya go. See, she’s tough around the edges, but she’s just a big softie underneath it all.” Sage gently chided, knocking Ceres’ thighs apart just enough for him to slip between them, entering her with a low groan. Ceres’ whined at the action, hands flying back to lace into his hair. A low noise left his throat at the action, gently thrusting up into her.

Twilight watched the action, eyes darting to the woman on his chest. Her own chest was heaving, breasts moving with every breath as her piercings gleamed. Without thinking about it, he reached up to toy with them, twisting them just the slightest. The Sheikah keened out a noise much more akin to quiet scream then anything as her back arched, knees spreading apart on the bedspread.

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He hummed, lining himself up between her legs. The head of his cock prodded her entrance, a cooled dollop of the other’s cum making his spine shiver before he was pushing in.

She tensed again for a second before relaxing, looking over to note his facial features. He watched her as well before she was burrowing into his neck. “Prove your worth my time, cowboy.” She suddenly hissed, making his cock jolt as his hips suddenly snapped forward. Across from them Ceres watched carefully, moving in time with Sage along with his every thrust.

They kept a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth, over and over again as Sage pressed small butterfly kisses along her neck and collarbone. “There ya go, good girl. You're always so good for us.” He praised gently, moving his hands to her hips, helping her keep time with him. “Always taking every one of us so well. You deserve a treat don’t you think?”

“Would love a treat,” She panted, head falling back as a croon left her mouth. “Gonna let me cum?”

“Not yet,” Sage growled, rolling his hips up and into her. “Why don’t you help out with snow drop over there?”

“Help me with what?” Aaliyah huffed, a furrow of her brows wrinkling her forehead as her and Twilight picked up their own rhythm. “The mutt can listen well enough. Seems he likes a little bit of name calling though.” She smirked, something devious and almost a little cruel at the edges. “Like every common whore does.”

Twilight gasped at the name, wrapping his arms around the Sheikah’s torso with one hand toying with one of her tit’s and it’s piercing with the other seemed to hold on for dear life.

Ceres swallowed. Lucky bastard. Maybe she wanted to be called names too.

Sage hummed from behind her, gently pushing her forward just a bit. When she fell onto Aaliyah’s chest, the other smirking down at her, she realized that no matter what position they were in, they still had wordless communication. That they were so rough with each other for the sole reason that sometimes they needed to be. Sometimes they just needed to duke out that power imbalance, lest it eat them alive.

And now they had both her and Twilight at their mercy.

What a delicious thought.

“Seems someone else isn’t too against the thoughts, huh?” Sage purred, his own hands moving across her body. One hand echoed Twilight’s, playing with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit. Overstimulation was already buzzing in her nerves before this was turning it into a steady inferno. “You wanna be called a whore? Our little whore? Want us to treat you like nothing more than a toy for us to use?” He teased, the circles he was drawing on her clit speeding up and growing smaller, more concentrated.

Across from them, Aaliyah picked up a steady pace herself, one hand cupping over Twilight’s, helping him juggle the mound of flesh in his grasp as the other pulled at his hair. “Twilight, you dirty slut, you need to tell me these things. Bad dog.” She clicked her tongue.

It was almost amusing how fast the tables had turned between them.

“Shit- I’m gonna- Gonna cum-” Ceres panted, wrapping her arms into the curve of Aaliyah’s back. The white-ette let it happen, removing the hand from the one around her tit to Ceres’ cheek, cupping it with such sincerity that she was in no way prepared for when she pinched her chin in her grasp, tugging her up to lock their lips together. The kiss was a searing clash of teeth and tongues, something that had the brunette staggering for balance for a second as a pure rush of pleasure shot through her gut. It lit up her nerves and made her cry out into Aaliyah’s mouth as Sage continued pounding into her. That didn’t stop his mouth however. “Atta girl, cumming all over my cock. Bet you love giving all control over huh? Love letting your pretty little brain go empty? Nothing but a mindless sleeve for me to use once Aaliyah’s had her fill? Once Twilight’s all done with you?”

“Goddess, yes-” Ceres cried out the moment Aaliyah gave her space, quivering on her chest as she unthread the hand in Twilight’s hair, moving it to his hips to help him maintain a good rhythm. Twilight looked close to tears as he burrowed into the junction of her shoulder and neck, hips rocking wildly against her.

“You’re such a good little whore for me. Nothing but a brainless little boy for me to use, hm?” Aaliyah purred, catching Sage’s eye for a second. Something dangerous and unsaid flickered in the irises, warning her that while she held a bit of control over Twilight, she still answered to him in the end. She smirked his way, nodding once before turning back to Twilight. “Gonna cum in me like a teenager? Bust your load? Maybe cry just a little? I’d love to see your pathetic little tears, Twilight. Hear you cry as you cum-”

Something akin to a yell broke free of his lips as his eyes shut tight, hips stilling against Aaliyah’s before giving a couple more harsh thrusts. The suddenness of it all made the white-ette crumple, a burst of clear slick leaking out around Twilight’s cock and down her thighs as she cried out, shuddering once more. “Shit- Fucking good boy-” She groaned out, nails pricking whatever they had grappled onto.

Somewhere behind Ceres, she could feel Sage suddenly withdraw, pinning her against Aaliyah’s chest as he hurriedly tugged his shaft, cursing under his breath before streaks painted the brunette’s back, a little even reaching the white-ette’s cheek and making her wince in distaste.

Twilight remained where he was, clinging to the Sheikah as he came down from his high, with Ceres on her chest while Sage watched over the panting trio. He grinned at his other half, who raised an eyebrow.

“So much for saving a horse and riding a cowboy, huh?”

He only laughed at the pillow thrown his way.

#I LOVE THEM SM-#just girls being girls #Ceres is bailey's #Aaliyah's is mine <33 #cindersins #they are more then friends and it is not so secret anymore #lu sage #lu twilight #twilight is joining the party #but he's a little scared #thats okay bc he cries a little #as a treat #still wish that was me #</3 wish it was me

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katsu28 · 3 years ago

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HI would you be able to do like a mid/late 20s stiles and y/n where he takes her as his date to a wedding? 🤍

sorry this took a bit, but i love love loved writing this request so much!! hope you enjoy bestie! <3

wedding bells

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, so much fluff

a/n: Some quick things before we jump into this—Scott and Kira are together, Allison is alive and dating Isaac, Thiam is also real bc I love it, and all characters have been aged up to like 25-26 except Liam who’s more early 20s bc of the age difference in the show

masterlist + taglist

(gif found on google, credits to owner) (also i literally couldn't find any gifs of Stiles in formal wear, but this is basically what i had in mind for him!)

“Babe, c’mere! Hurry!” You yelled, eyes lighting up at the glossy card in front of you. There was a muffled thud from somewhere in the apartment, a slew of curses, then pounding footsteps.

“What—what’s happening??? Intruder???” Stiles blurted, sliding into the living room on socked feet with his baseball bat clutched in his hands as he looked around wildly at his surroundings. “What?”

“Put the bat down, Stiles,” You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully at your boyfriend. He frowned, but set it off to the side. “Look what came in the mail!”

He made his way over to you, squeezing in beside you on the couch and plucking the card from your grasp. “You are cordially invited to…oh, wow! Jackson and Ethan are getting married?”

“Isn’t it exciting?” You sighed happily, resting your cheek against Stiles’ shoulder.

“So exciting,” He chuckled. “We haven’t seen them in what, six, seven years?”

“Seven, I think. I talk to Ethan sometimes, but it’s tricky with the whole time difference thing.”

“Right, right, England is weird.”

“England is not weird!” You protested, craning your neck to look up at him. “England is great! Harry Styles is from England, Tom Holland is from England, Andrew Garfield—”

“Okay, alright, I get it. I don’t need to hear you swooning over all your celebrity crushes,” Stiles huffed, rolling his eyes. You laughed, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. “So, we’re going?”

“D’you wanna go? I know you’ve got that whole thing from high school about Lydia with Jackson, but—”

“No, no, it’s not a thing, it’s just,” He started, but at the hopeful look you were shooting him, he shook his head. “Never mind. It’s nothing. I’d love to go.”

“Yay!!!” You squealed, moving to climb off the couch and RSVP yes. But before you could, Stiles looped his arms around your waist, pulling you back down on top of him. “What?”

“Will you be my date?” He asked sweetly, offering you a toothy grin.

You carded your hand through his dark hair, smiling back at him. “I’ll always be your date, bub.”

-------

The wedding was back in Beacon Hills, not too far from where you and Stiles had settled down, but to say it was stressful getting on the road on time the day of the wedding would be an understatement.

Stiles had insisted on bringing a million different things “just in case we need it!!!”, but you’d shot them all down. Neither of you needed a bag full of rain gear when it was forecasted to be warm and sunny, nor did you need the emergency jar of powdered wolfsbane when all it would do was poison most of the wedding guests, both grooms included.

But after literally dragging Stiles into his old blue Jeep, you were off, cranking up your road trip playlist and singing along horribly at the top of your lungs until he relaxed and began to sing along with you.

Now here you were, back in your hometown where it all started. The ceremony wasn’t set to start until noon, but you’d made plans to link up with some of your old high school friends beforehand to catch up. Some of them, you hadn't seen since a few years after you’d all graduated, others you’d kept in close touch with over the years.

“I can’t believe we’re here after all these years,” Stiles chuckled, pulling into the Beacon Hills High parking lot. You hummed in agreement, shooting straight up in the passenger seat when you spotted Scott and Kira at the far end of the otherwise empty lot. As soon as Stiles parked next to their car, you jumped out, letting out an excited squeal as you ran to hug Kira.

“Hi, oh my god, you look so good, Kir!!!” You exclaimed, holding your close friend at arm's length. Your gaze drifted down to the small bump under Kira’s dress, and you gasped, eyes widening as you connected the dots in your head. “Oh my god!!! No way, are you—”

Kira nodded, smiling widely. “We’re pregnant!” You brought your hands up to your mouth, stifling another excited scream.

“Congrats, guys, we’re so happy for you!” Stiles beamed, bringing Scott into a tight hug. You hugged Kira again, then switched to hug Scott while Stiles hugged Kira gently.

“We were gonna tell you guys sooner, but we figured we’d surprise everyone when we all saw each other,” Scott admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he looped his other arm around Kira.

“I’m gonna cry!” You whined, waving your hands in the air frantically.

“Baby, you can’t cry, or you’re gonna mess up your makeup,” Stiles hummed, lacing his fingers through yours. “Remember how long it took this morning?”

“I know, I know,” You sighed, tucking yourself against his side with a pout. “I’m just so happy!”

Scott raised an eyebrow at the both of you, tilting his head. “What about you guys? What’s been going on in your lives?”

Before either of you could respond, there was a honk from the other side of the parking lot, causing all four of you to turn around and look. Another car was rolling in, and you could vaguely make out Allison’s head poking out of the passenger window as she waved wildly at you all. You waited for her and Isaac to climb out of the car before rushing over to greet them both. Kira joined you shortly after, and so began the excitement again.

Stiles, Scott, and now Isaac were watching amusedly as the three of you fawned over baby things, smiles playing at their lips as they did.

“So, Stiles,” Scott said seriously, causing Stiles to raise an eyebrow. “When are you gonna ask Y/N to marry you?”

“What?” The brown haired boy spluttered, eyes bulging wide. Isaac nodded in agreement. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean? You guys have been together since senior year!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Dude.”

“What???”

“You love Y/N, right?” Isaac chimed in.

“One hundred percent, yeah. Of course.” Stiles replied instantly, nodding.

“Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life with her?”

Stiles cast a glance in your direction, and you caught his eye from your own conversation, beaming at him brightly. He returned your smile with a wink, turning back to the boys with a grin of his own gracing his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Well?” Scott prompted. “Are you gonna do it?”

“No pressure, or anything.” Isaac added hastily, nudging a very insistent Scott.

“I think I’m gonna do it.” Stiles said quietly, stealing another look over at you. The sunlight was hitting you at just the right angle, and he could swear you looked like an angel.

His angel.

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After catching up with your friends, it was time to head to the wedding ceremony. The venue itself was absolutely stunning. The second you walked in, you were rendered speechless, tugging at Stiles’ hand excitedly as you took in your surroundings. Sunlight poured through the floor to ceiling windows of the vast hall, washing everything in a golden glow. There was even a projector with a slideshow of photos of Jackson and Ethan on their travels in the corner of the hall up by the podium, which you thought was absolutely adorable.

You’d signed the guest book with a small heartfelt message from Stiles and yourself, and now you were sitting in your seats, chatting with Kira, Allison, and now Malia, who’d shown up a little after you all did. Stiles was sitting next to you, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he was half listening to Scott and Isaac talk in hushed tones about the next full moon, half getting lost in his own thoughts about the idea of proposing to you.

He was so distracted, he didn’t know you were talking to him until you tugged at his hand lightly. His gaze snapped to yours, eyes wide.

“You okay, babe?” You asked softly, tilting your head at him.

“Fine, why?”

“You’ve got that forehead crinkle.”

“Forehead crinkle?” Stiles snorted. “What forehead crinkle?”

“The one you always get when you’re thinking really hard about something.” You shot back, reaching over and tapping his forehead lightly. “What’s going through your head, Stilinski?”

Marrying you, he wanted to say. But instead he shook his head, lifting your intertwined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of yours. “Nothing important.”

Now, you’d been with Stiles long enough to know that he was obviously lying, but before you could voice your concern, soft music started to play throughout the hall, sending a hush through the room.

“Oh my god, shut up!” You gasped, batting Stiles’ hand lightly.

“I didn’t even—okay, okay!” He yelped, shooting you an exasperated look. You smiled sweetly at him, looping your arm through his and resting your head in the crook of his shoulder.

The rest of the ceremony went smoothly, although you were on the verge of being in tears for most of it. The now mascara streaked sleeve of Stiles’ suit jacket was proof of it, but it was black anyways, so it was okay. After the ceremony came the reception, which was held at an even fancier ballroom type venue than the ceremony.

“Oh my god, Liam! Stiles, there’s Liam!” You exclaimed excitedly, waving frantically at the younger boy across the room. Stiles followed your line of sight to see Liam hovering at the edge of the dance floor in the middle next to Theo, who was looking around impassively. When Theo spotted you, however, he perked up a little bit.

Stiles, on the other hand, stiffened when he saw the snarky Chimera. He remembered how flirty Theo used to be with you in high school, and although you always brushed it off as nothing but Theo being Theo, Stiles never trusted him. But he plastered a pleasant smile onto his face as you dragged him towards the two of them, biting his tongue when you hugged Theo tightly.

“God, it’s so nice to see a familiar face,” Liam sighed, clapping Stiles on the shoulder. “We don’t really know anyone here.”

“Yeah, what are you guys doing here? Neither of you knew Jackson or Ethan.” Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow. Your elbow jabbed into his ribcage sharply. “Ow! Jesus, Y/N, not in a bad way, I just mean like, how did you get an invite if you didn’t know them?”

“Not really sure. We just got home one day and it was in the mailbox.” Theo shrugged.

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. “We?”

“Yes, we.” Theo replied, sliding his hand into Liam’s.

“You…and Liam?”

“Yes, me and Liam.”

“Liam?”

“Yeah, Theo’s with me. I’m with him.” Liam said awkwardly, scratching his nose. Stiles squinted between the both of them for a few moments.

“Theo…and you.” He said slowly.

“Stiles, shut up.” You shot him a pointed look. “We’re happy for you guys, despite what my boyfriend says.”

“Boyfriend still? I thought you two out of all of us would’ve gotten married already.” Liam snorted, to which you felt your cheeks grow warm.

“We, uh, we’ve been kinda busy lately,” You chuckled nervously. “Moving into a new place and all. Not much time for that kind of thing.”

Stiles frowned at your response. “I mean, we could make time.”

Your head snapped towards him so fast, you almost gave yourself whiplash. “What?”

“Nevermind.” He muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Would you excuse us for just a second?” You said politely, aiming a small smile at Liam and Theo, who nodded.

Grabbing Stiles’ hand, you pulled him along behind you, not missing Theo’s “This is why we don’t have any friends, Liam.” as you retreated to the hallway just off the ballroom.

“What is going on with you today, Stiles?” You asked incredulously, whirling around to face him once you were somewhere quiet. “Ever since we got to Beacon Hills, you’ve been acting weird. Like, weirder than normal. And what was that just now, ‘we could make time’?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m just—being back here brings up a lot of memories.” Stiles mumbled, shaking his head.

You frowned, but at his reassuring smile, you nodded instead. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” You pressed, reaching up to run your thumb along the apple of his cheek.

“Absolutely, sweetheart.” Stiles answered firmly, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss to your palm, then grinning widely. “Now come on. Let’s head back inside, I wanna get you on that dance floor.”

“Oh? Gonna show me those patented Stilinski moves?” You hummed, letting Stiles lace his fingers through yours and pull you back towards the main room.

The two of you finally settled into your seats at a table with your friends, just in time to see the freshly married Jackson and Ethan Whittemore-Steiner lead each other onto the dance floor for their first dance. You watched them with happy tears brimming in your eyes yet again, reaching for Stiles and letting out a watery chuckle when he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could hug you more easily. There was just something about weddings and witnessing true love that made you so grateful that you had Stiles.

He was your soulmate—that much you’d known since you were eighteen and just a dumb kid in love with your best friend. You’d been in love with Stiles for so long, you’d forgotten what life was like without him, and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Life without Stiles Stilinski just wasn’t a life that you wanted to live.

Eventually, the time came for others to join the newlyweds on the dance floor for another slow song, and Stiles popped to his feet, turning to you and giving an exaggerated bow.

“Milady,” He said jovially, offering his hand to you. “Would you care to join me for a dance?”

“Why of course, good sir!” You giggled, accepting his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor, where his hands found your waist and yours wrapped around his neck loosely. Gazing up at your boyfriend, you spotted something gracing his face that concerned you. “You’re doing the forehead crinkle again, babe.”

“I do not have a forehead crinkle, woman!” Stiles huffed.

“Tell that to your forehead.” You snickered. “Seriously though, I know something’s on your mind. I can see it in your eyes. Spill.” Stiles was silent for an unsettlingly long time as you continued to sway together, before sucking in a deep breath.

“Will you marry me?” He blurted. Your mouth dropped open, hanging slightly ajar as you stared wide eyed back at him. “I mean, I don’t have a ring or anything yet, and I know I’m kinda springing it on you right now, but I’m ready. I wanna take the next step with you.” When all you did was just blink at him wordlessly, he began to get nervous.

His fingers tapped erratically at your waist, growing more restless with every second that you gawked at him. “Sweetheart? I know you’re, uh, you’re processing right now, but I’m kinda shitting my pants here. Are you okay? D’you need to take five or something? Anything?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Yes? Yes like, yes you’ll marry me?”

“Yes, Stiles, I want to marry you.”

“Oh my god, really?”

“Stiles, yes! One hundred percent, yes!” You exclaimed, drawing him in closer by the back of his neck. His noise of surprise was cut off by you kissing him, hard. But as soon as he registered your lips on his, he melted into your embrace, kissing you back with just as much fervor, pouring all his love for you into his kiss. You were so overwhelmed by your emotions, you almost forgot that you were in the middle of the dance floor with people watching.

It wasn’t until you heard a hissed “Have some decorum, you two! There are children here!” from a teasing Isaac, who was swaying nearby with Allison, to which she smacked his chest lightly, that you remembered. Then the two of them danced away, leaving you slightly embarrassed, but Stiles strangely proud.

“I literally love you so much.” He whispered. “My perfect girl.”

“You’re pretty perfect yourself, my love,” You hummed, bumping your nose against his lightly.

“No, you’re way more perfect. Like on a scale from one to ten, you’d be at a gazillion.”

“A gazillion? I’m flattered.”

“I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N.” Stiles insisted, squeezing your hip. “Really freakin’ excited. Like, if I could shout it from the rooftops right now, I totally would.”

“I’m excited too, babe,” You grinned up at him. “But we should probably play it cool though. Don’t wanna take away the focus from the newlyweds.”

“You’re right. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to get up on that stage and tell this whole crowd that you’re gonna be my wife.” He sighed, lower lip jutting out in a signature Stiles Stilinski pout. “Holy shit, my wife. You’re gonna be my wife, Y/N! Wait, do you wanna take my last name? Y/N Stilinski has a nice ring to it. But I’m cool with taking your last name too, I like Stiles L/N. Or we could hyphenate like Jackson and Ethan did. Y/N and Stiles L/N-Stilinski. Stilinski-L/N? I like both, honestly.”

Stiles was rambling excitedly now, getting louder and louder with each word, and you had to nudge him to pipe down before he started drawing more attention to yourselves.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just super excited,” He laughed, twirling you around smoothly. When you were face to face with him again, he pulled you flush against his chest, grinning down at you like he was the happiest man on Earth. “Also, just so you know, I’m so gonna propose to you again sometime soon. Like the right way, not whatever I just did. With a ring and everything.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Stilinski.”

“I’m looking forward to marrying you, L/N.”

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After five long days! My promised super fluffy HXH fic!!!

PS: Kurapika and Leorio could be seen as dating, but they also could not be! It’s up to you! 💓

Slip of the Tongue

Ships: NONE DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I’LL EAT YOU.

Warnings: Brief mentions of a nightmare, H*soka mention, injury mentions, super fluff aside from that.

Prompt: He never means to say it, it just happens. He could never seem to catch himself before it happened, until the one day he truly wanted to say it.

The five times Gon accidentally calls Leorio “dad” and the one time he meant to.

Tags: General taglist! @littlebbyleesfw, @0s0me0n30, and @justanunknown.

Plus my wife @tohrusoftie bc ily and this is cute and I think you’ll like it, and my papa @lonely-occultist bc HxH

Mito Freecs once told her nephew’s friends that they were always welcome at her home. She never imagined the frequency of times that they would take her up on that offer, not that she minded. Most times she’d forget that the boys that came to her home didn’t really have the best, if any, family at all. But, she could never complain about having extra guests over to polish off her Thanksgiving leftovers.

To show their gratitude, all four boys decided that they wanted to help out Mito with the preparations this year. Killua helped her set the table, Kurapika was in charge of cooking the turkey, and Leorio and Gon were in charge of sides.

Gon and Leorio had a… fun time with their dishes. The younger boy insisted that he could handle all of the cooking on his own, but after two dropped potatoes and spilled milk, it was evident that he could not.

“Okay, so let’s take things slow.” Leorio stated, hands behind his back, tying a bow on the apron given to him. “What would you like to make first?”

“Let’s make stuffing first!” The green-haired boy chirped, rushing to grab a stool to stand on.

“Okie doke. Let’s look at all of the ingredients we need, and the processes involved.” Leorio replied, grabbing Mito’s cookbook off of the shelf. “We need… some bread cubes, carrot, onion, celery, chicken stock aaaaaand some butter.”

“Can I help cut things?” Gon inquired, adjusting the little chef hat adorning his sparkly eyes.

“Yes, but be very careful.” The older male replied, grabbing a knife from the block.

The boy watched his friend intently, taking in exactly how small Leorio had sliced the onion. He deduced that Leorio wanted him to cut the carrots and celery at the same size.

“I’m gonna go check on Kurapika. He said he was going to help your grandma out in the garden. Please be very careful; your aunt is just in the other room if you need help.”

“Okay! Thanks!” With that, Gon got to work carefully slicing away at the carrots in front of him. He was content, happily humming a tune as he carefully cut through the vegetables. His ears tuned in to Mito and Killua chatting on the couch, and he noticed Leorio, Grandma and Kurapika entering the room to chat with them.

When he finished cutting the carrots, and put them in the bowl, Gon discovered that he didn’t know how to prepare the celery.

So, he called for Leorio. At least… he thought he did.

“Uhhh. I need some help! I don’t know how to cut the celery. Hey dad can you help me?”

He furrowed his brows when he saw five heads turning towards him. Was there something on his face? Was it something he said? What did-

“Hang on, buddy, I’m on the way.” Leorio announced, standing up to make his way into the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad. Go help your kid.” Killua dared to tease.

“Waaaaah! Did I really call you dad?” Gon cried from the kitchen.

Surely it was just a fluke?

“It’s okay! It happens to the best of us.” Though he tried to hide it, no one could miss the wobbly smile that decorated Leorio’s features as he rushed out of the room.

———

Sometimes, Gon forgot that he was still just a kid. Sure, he had the stamina and power of a deity, and an inhumanely high pain tolerance, but he was still just barely a teenager. Kurapika deduced that he felt older because he was forced to grow up faster than other twelve year olds. Regardless of what others thought his age was, Gon was still a child.

And children had a high tendency to become ungodly sleepy at any given moment. Unfortunately for Gon, he was having one of those moments while he was hanging out in Leorio and Kurapika’s hotel room.

“Are you sure you’re awake, Gon?” Leorio asked with a cheeky smile.

“Most definitely!” The boy replied, eyes opening suddenly.

“Really? What was Killua just talking about then?” The oldest male inquired, seeing right through the boy’s defenses.

“Uhhh… Greed Island, yeah!”

The ex-assassin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Well yeah, but not exactly. I told them that we were saving our Jenny for the Yorknew Auction.”

“Yeah! I was totally paying attention.” The green-haired boy replied with a smile.

As time passed, Gon was meeting his maker. He did not want to go to sleep at all. The young hunter was relishing the tender moment between him and his friends, knowing that if he went to sleep now, they may never have a moment like this again.

“Gon? You still with us?” Kurapika inquired, causing two more pairs of eyes to fall upon the boy.

With his head laying on his arms, which rested atop the coffee table, the green-haired Hunter shot his friends a thumbs up. The three laughed, for Gon’s sagging eyelids brought his lie out to pasture. When the attention turned back to Kurapika’s nen stories, the boy watched his friend’s lips move with sleepy eyes.

“He’s barely conscious, Leorio. Should we let him go on like this?” The blonde asked suddenly, for he couldn’t help but worry for the little guy’s neck, and how much pain he would be in if he continued to lay there.

“You’ve got a point.” The med student replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

“If he’s awake enough to walk is the question.” Killua butted into the conversation.

“The two of you weigh like a hundred pounds.” Leorio stated matter-of-factly, “I can just carry him to bed.

The brown-haired male knelt down behind a barely awake Gon, placing a warm hand on the boy’s back. “Hey, buddy. Ready for bed?”

The green-haired boy didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, turned to face a smiling Leorio, and latched onto the older male, with arms around his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The med student said with a chuckle. “I’ll be right back.” He announced to the other two males in the room.

The gentle rumbling in Leorio’s chest, from his talking, only lulled the boy to sleep more. The older male opened the door, and quietly stepped next door to Gon and Killua’s hotel room.

“Okay, I’m gonna put you down n-“

“Noooo. Stay with me.” The sleepy boy demanded in a voice that was just above a whisper.

The med student smiled fondly, settling down onto Gon’s bed. He held the boy close, humming a gentle song.

The young hunter mumbled a quick message to the man holding him securely. “Thanks for staying with me.” A yawn followed. Then, “Goodnight, dad. I love you.” Gon didn’t even realize that he had said it, for he promptly fell into a deep sleep after the word was uttered.

The warmth that blossomed in Leorio’s chest was no stranger to him. He had felt it once before on Thanksgiving day. As he held the sweet boy close to him, he pondered heavily upon the accidental nickname given to him… again.

“I love you too, little guy. You’ll always be safe with me.” The med student kissed the crown of Gon’s head carefully, fearing he would somehow wake the snoozing boy in his arms.

———

On the off days that Gon and Killua had the ability to just go out and be kids, they seized the opportunity instantly. There wasn’t a specific thing that they liked to do, so to say, they just enjoyed each others’ company and the leisure time. On one specific day, the two boys had a mission: teach Gon to skateboard.

In their defense, Killua was holding his hands the entire time. They just… didn’t see the stairwell. In an attempt to keep the boy from falling down the stairs, Killua yanked his friend’s hands upward, causing Gon to land on his feet.

Unfortunately, he landed on the side of his right foot, promptly twisting his ankle in the process. The white-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at his friend, an unspoken check-in. When Gon didn’t reply, Killua pursed his lips and began to guide his friend toward the abandoned board.

After one step on his right foot, the green-haired hunter yelped and fell on his butt. “Agh! Killua wait! Something’s wrong!”

Killua’s eyes widened, and he wasted no time placing his friend on his back. He grabbed the culprit from the base of the stairwell, and carefully rode home. If Gon lived to tell the tale, the two of them would be in a serious pickle afterward.

The two boys made it back to Leorio’s apartment (safely, thankfully), and burst through the front door. “Hey! Leorio, Kurapika!” Killua called in a panic, “Gon’s hurt!”

Upon hearing their name, and the young boy’s tone, the two males raced into the foyer. Their hearts dropped when they saw Gon on Killua’s back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Killua, give me Gon. Kurapika, sit down with Killua and find out what happened.” Leorio was uncharacteristically calm. The blonde deduced it was to keep the young ones calm.

The white-haired boy obliged, carefully transferring his friend from one piggyback ride to another. As he sat down with Kurapika to share their tale of woe, the brown-haired male disappeared down the hallway. Leorio settled the injured boy down on his own bed, kneeling down to his level. “Where does it hurt, buddy?”

A sheepish Gon carefully kicked his right foot up with a sniffle. The med student carefully took off the boy’s shoe and took his foot in between two fingers. Gently pulling the sock down a little revealed a mess of blue and purple on his ankle. Yep, definitely just a twist.

“Oh dear…” Leorio mumbled, taking his time to examine. “Gon… it looks like…”

More tears rushed to the poor boy’s eyes as he awaited his diagnosis.

“It looks like…” the med student couldn’t help the smile that broke out over his features, “you’re gonna be just fine.”

Gon sighed in relief, thankfully it wasn’t as bad as his mind had convinced him it was. He wiped his eyes with a chuckle. “Phew. That makes me feel better, thanks dad.”

Both males looked up and stared at each other for a moment with wide eyes. They both sat blinking for at least a second, registering Gon’s usage of the nickname, again. The boy’s ears subsequently sported a gorgeous scarlet hue. “Aaagh! How do I always manage to do that?!”

The med student couldn’t help the chuckles that erupted from his chest, “C’mere kiddo.” He pulled his patient into a tight embrace. “Not to worry, son. No matter what, Doctor Leorio will always fix you right up without fail!”

The two stayed in their embrace for a while, for both males enjoyed the contact greatly. Leorio wondered if this is what Ging missed out on: the sweet and tender, no to mention accidentally embarrassing, moments. The brown-haired male soon felt the familiar warm feeling in his chest once again. When it dawned on him that he got these moments with Gon before his actual father did, it made him feel… happy in a way.

———

Christmastime on Whale Island has to be Gon’s favorite place in the world. All of the townspeople get together and rig up lights on every single tree. Moreover, Aunt Mito lets him help in the kitchen. This year, his friends were over for Christmas. That meant that the boy had to make at least three dozen more cookies.

The morning before Christmas Eve came quickly. Gon awoke quite early, prepared to help his Aunt with the cookies. He out of bed, got dressed, and raced to the kitchen. Like he does every time he cooks, he placed his chef hat on his head, and had Mito tie his apron.

“Okay, Gon. I have to help your grandmother wrap the extra gifts. Do you think you can handle baking on your own this year?” Mito asked as she rested a hand on her nephew’s shoulder.

“Uh huh! I’ve watched you enough times to know what to do!” The young hunter chirped in reply, dragging the recipe book toward him.

“I’ll leave you to it.” The woman chimed as she exited the kitchen, “Oh, good morning boys!” She greeted as she saw the others on her way out.

“Morning, Mito!” Killua replied with a smile. He approached his best friend, glancing over his shoulder at the recipe book, “Cookies?”

“Cookies!” The green-haired boy replied excitedly, “Wanna help?”

With heavy persuasion from Gon, each of the three males in the kitchen were somehow involved in the cookie baking process. Killua made fridge and pantry runs for ingredients, Kurapika was in charge of the butter and sugar mixture, and Leorio oversaw the entire disasterprocess.

“Man, Kurapika, you’re a natural at this.” Leorio noted after stealing a glance at the focused blonde’s handiwork.

“Oh, really? It’s not much talent, more so following instructions.” The Kurta replied with a tinge of sheepishness.

“Oh and you’re so good at that.” The med student dared to tease, swiping some loose flour off the counter and tapping the boy’s nose with it.

Kurapika tried to look offended, his mouth agape and glare sharp as a tack, but Gon’s sudden giggling made it hard to stay stoic for long.

“Killua look, Kurapika has flour on his nose.” The young hunter said through his laughter.

“Wow…” Killua replied, “Are you gonna stand for this, Kurapika?”

The blonde looked between his two younger friends, and a cross-armed, brow quirked, Leorio. He pondered upon his answer for a moment. “Nope!”

The left side of the kitchen was filled with Kurapika’s occasional yelps, and the older boys’ war cries and laughter. On the right side, Gon couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Ging would’ve loved you guys.” The young hunter said as he dumped the required powders into a large bowl.

“You say that like we’ll never find him.” Killua replied, looking up at his best friend’s face. “We will.”

Gon sighed, looking at Killua, then at the portrait hanging in the hallway. “We will.”

When all of the dry ingredients were mixed and ready, the green-haired boy knew it was time for the egg mixture. So, without averting his gaze from the photograph, he asked if it was ready.

“Hey I’m all finished here, did Kurapika finish his part, dad?”

The laughter and war cries came to an abrupt halt, all eyes focused on the young boy.

“Dude!” Killua hissed, “That’s Leorio!”

“A-“ Gon’s mouth hung agape as he frantically looked between the painting and a flour-covered Leorio. “I was- the painting- I… waaaaah! I do this so often now, it’s not even funny!“

“Heh, yeah. Leorio might as well be your dad now, you know, with the amount of times you’ve called him it.” the white-haired boy teased in response.

Upon hearing this comment, Leorio looked at Kurapika with a gentle flush on his face. The blonde knew exactly what was in his friend’s mind, and smiled back at him. To add even more fuel to the fire in his mind, the warm feeling in Leorio’s chest came back. It seemed that the universe was trying to tell him something…

“Hey, Kurapika… I’ve got a crazy idea.”

———

As a hunter, a person is exposed to dangers both big and small. From the smallest frog, to the largest foxbear, even to other hunters. For Gon, he had his fair share of experiences from all three of those things. On a particularly stormy night, the young hunter found himself plagued with nightmares.

Dream after dream, monster after monster, the poor boy could just not escape his own mind. Though he awoke a few times in the night, he was able to go back to sleep.

Until one specific dream pulled him away from the desired peaceful slumber. Gon thought that he had seen the last of this person. He thought that he had left them behind at Heaven’s Arena, and that his life would finally be safe and happy.

Unfortunately Hisoka followed him everywhere, including in his bad dreams…

Leorio looked up from his crossword puzzle with a sudden start, catching the attention of the blonde seated next to him. “Something wrong, Leorio?”

“I thought that I heard something. Maybe I’m just hypersensitive from work today.” The med student replied, closing his eyes gently. He kept his ears on alert, listening intently to the silence in his apartment.

A sudden cry grabbed both males’ attention.

“NO! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Without a need for words, the two were on their feet and bounding down the hallway.

When they reached Gon and Killua’s bedroom, they were met with the white-haired boy kneeling at his best friend’s bedside. He looked distraught, as if he was scared to wake the boy.

“It’s okay, Killua.” Kurapika whispered, “Come here.” He held out a hand.

While wiping his eyes, Killua trudged over to the blonde’s side and held his hand. “I couldn’t wake him up. Well… I didn’t have it in me. I think he’ll be more scared if we try to touch him.”

“Hey, Kurapika, can you get Killua something to drink for me? I’ll stay here with Gon.” After confirmation from his friend, Leorio stepped quickly, but cautiously, over to the bedside. He knelt down and waited, for Killua was right, touching him and waking him would only make Gon more scared.

Fortunately, the brown-haired male didn’t have to wait much longer. Gon shot up from his bed with an anguished shriek. As he panted and readjusted to reality, the young hunter focused on the hand that gently warmed his back.

Gon looked to his left to see Leorio kneeling next to his bed, sporting a sympathetic look that couldn’t even be described with words. “H-He’s not here… is he?”

“Who, buddy?” The med student moved in a little closer, hoping to hear the boy’s quiet words.

“Hisoka… he’s- he’s not gonna get us… right?”

“No, Gon. Everyone is safe, and Hisoka is no where near here.” The hand that Leorio had on the boy’s back began to gently rub up and down, “It’s okay.”

Out of nowhere, all of the fears that Gon had experienced in his dream came out in the form of heavy sobs. Leorio was quick to wrap the boy in a hug, holding him close. “I-I was so scared! H-Hisoka he… D-Don’t ever let him get us! You ha-have to promise me! Dad please!”

“I promise you. Everyone is safe here, little guy. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Kurapika and Killua are in the kitchen, and you and I are right here. There’s no one else at home besides the four of us.” The brown-haired male soothed, gently rocking the boy back and forth.

“Please don’t go. I’m… im scared to go back to sleep.” The boy whispered through his hysterics, not wanting to see the frightening face that he had just previously been exposed to.

“How about…” the med student began, causing Gon’s bleary eyes to meet his, “We all have a sleepover. We can set up our pillows and blankets in the living room, and we can put on that one movie about the singing skeletons that you and Killua love so much.”

“We can watch Coco?” The boy asked with a sniffle, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes. The sweet look on his face absolutely warmed Leorio to the core… the funny feeling in his chest lingering for reasons unknown.

“Yes Gon, we can watch anything you’d like.”

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Gon stood anxiously in the foyer of Leorio’s apartment, peering out of the window as often as possible. He couldn’t stay in his and Killua’s bedroom any longer, for he was too nervous. The deluge of pouring rain made it hard to see, but he still had to try. Any time that he wasn’t met with the desired sight, his heart began to race as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Leorio was late.

He was never late.

In this weather, the young hunter could only assume that the worst had happened.

“He’s okay, Gon. The rain is heavy, so he’s probably backed up at the hospital.” Kurapika’s soft voice entered his ears, as he felt two hands holding his shoulders. Gon deduced that his friend had come from the master bedroom, where he had priorly been reading. “I promise you, Leorio will come home.”

“H-How do you know?” The boy whispered, tears finally falling.

“He just does.” This time, it was Killua’s turn to help. The white-haired boy appeared in front of Gon, and wiped his best friend’s tears with his thumbs. “I’m sure the old man stopped for milk and eggs, like he always does. You know how much he loves going to the stupid market.”

“Yeah…” the boy sniffled, “I hope he brings us all home a cookie again.” His voice was tiny, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk any louder.

With a sudden accompaniment of falling rain, the front door opened. A very soaked Leorio exhaled loudly, and shut the door with his foot, since his hands were full of shopping bags. He placed the bags on the ground, and began to speak to his friends as he took his shoes off. “Man, it’s really coming down out there. I figured that I should stop and get us some flashlights and cookies in case if we lose elect- Gon? What’s the matter buddy?”

The young hunter’s tears had began falling faster out of nothing but pure relief. He was home… Leorio was finally home safe. His best friend, his favorite kitchen partner, his go-to story reader, his… his… his-

“DAD!” Gon cried out, jumping into the med student’s arms and lamenting all of his anxieties.

“I’ve got you buddy, I’m here. It’s okay… everything is alright.” Leorio hummed, running a hand along the back of the boy’s head. “Please don’t cry, Gon. I’m so sorry that I scared you.” He knelt down, sitting on the backs of his calves, and held the boy as if he would disappear.

Kurapika and Killua watched the scene unfold in front of them, hearts both breaking and warming at the sweet moment. Eventually, the green-haired boy trusted that Leorio wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, but his nerves were still settling slowly. “Y-you can’t leave, ever again. Do you he-hear me? Never.”

“Never ever?” The older male teased, gently kissing the young hunter’s forehead. “Not even for school?”

“No. Never ever.” Gon replied, burying his face into the med student’s chest. “You can’t go anywhere ever again, we can send Kurapika for milk and eggs, or we can all take turns.”

“Aw man, that’s like my favorite thing to buy at the store though.” Leorio faked displeasure upon hearing the statement.

Gon looked up at him, “Okay maybe for milk and eggs, but I’m coming with you.” The low rumble that escaped Leorio’s chest provided even more comfort to the boy.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” The brown-haired male replied.

“Good.” The young hunter replied sleepily, a yawn following his demands.

“How about I take you to bed, little guy?” Leorio asked softly, carefully standing to his feet.

“Only if you stay with me. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“And why is that?” The med student asked, mouthing a few words to his friends, then walking down the hall to the master bedroom. He settled into his own bed, ensuring Gon’s comfort,

The boy cuddled up to his chest, “Because I finally have a real dad that loves me, and I don’t want to lose him.” After that statement, the older male was sure that Gon had fallen asleep.

With a single tear trickling down his cheek, Leorio held the sleeping boy tightly. “I love you so much, little guy. You, and our little family. I’m so glad that you all agreed to live here with me.” Leorio had the gentle sound of falling rain, and the all-too familiar feeling of blossoming warmth in his chest, to keep him company as he waited for the boy to fall asleep.

Nothing but silence filled the room as he pressed a gentle kiss to Gon’s forehead. He looked up to see Kurapika and Killua waiting patiently for him. Leorio smiled and pat the bed beneath him, inviting the rest of his family to join him and Gon.

When all four of them were snuggled close in bed, a whispered voice broke the silence in the room.

“I love you too, dad.”

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fictional-yearning · 3 years ago

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Alright, so my scenario was this: a fic (or headcanons - whichever you find more preferable) about our dear Adrian falling for a Fem!Belmont dhampir. Yes, a vampire within the prestigious Belmont family - proposterous, I know 😏. Anyway, they fall in love, and A is kinda confused about Reader being Trevor's polar opposite in many ways - i.e. she's much more polite (can still curse like a sailor tho), she is more understanding of sup.monsters (due to her own nature + morals), and she's a melancholic romantic. And if you're willing to add it to the fic somehow (it's totally optional)...the events of season 3 still happen, but A never gets restrained or f-d by Sumi and Taka, R finds out about their plan and just stops them.

I'm doing headcanons bc I never actually finish the requests where I try to write out the whole thing 🤣 I love this setup btw. I hope you like it!

Due to your particular situation, you and your mother had cut ties with the rest of the Belmonts when you were just a child and retreated to live together in a cottage in a small town, where you trained your abilities in the shroud of the nearby woods.

It was only through folk tales of a vampire-like being having been sighted fighting off Dracula's hordes during the nights that Trevor was able to locate you. Finding out your mother had died not too long after his own parents did was a hard hit for Trevor, given that you were everything he was not: proper, ageeable, delicate and polite. He made it his mission to push your buttons so that you'd bring out what he called "your hidden Belmont charm".

You had never met another vampire, so you were fascinated by Alucard, wanting to spend time with him every chance that you got. Your presence alone helped him soote the complicated guilt he felt over his half-vampiric nature: if you were a dhampir like him, and the best person he knew, then surely, being a dhampir could not be so bad, right?

Soon, you became a perfectly synced battle duo, with Alucard's fighting style evolving to watch your back and yours to do the same for him. When off the battlefield, you also spent most of your time together, either researching about the supernatural or sharing stories from the books you'd read.

Despite all, however, you never confessed your feelings for each other, despite Trevor and Sypha's insistent pushing, as you were both too insecure to believe the other could like you in that way. But when it came time for all of you to part ways after your adventure, your answer surprised everyone: "If it's alright, I'd rather stay with Alucard".

Alucard found it hard to believe that anyone would want to spend time with him, much less now that he found himself in this state. You told him that you were tired of fighting, and that you had nowhere else to go. You couldn't bring yourself to also state the simple truth that there was nowhere in the world you'd rather be but by his side.

You'd come to regret this lack of bravery over and over, but more than ever as the weeks went by and Sumi and Taka joined you in the castle. You could see how forward they both were with Alucard, and how happy he looked when he was with them. You were happy for him, but you regretted it so much that you couldn't be like them and do the same.

When you started to notice something off about the couple, you were disappointed in yourself. You didn't want to ruin Alucard's happiness with what you thought was jealousy, and so, you tried not to fuel those thoughts and made an effort to better get along with the two guests instead.

It would soon prove to be impossible. The more you tried to be closer to them, the more they shut you off. It was almost like they wanted you to leave so they could have Alucard all for themselves.

Fortunately, you didn't let that happen, and so it was only a matter of time before you caught them in the act of planning their attack. The only problem being, that they caught you spying on them, too.

It all happened incredibly fast. You fought, and your calls for help were heard by Alucard, who came swiftly in your rescue, killing Sumi and Taka as soon as he could make sense of the situation, and tightly holding you as he bawled his eyes out asking you for forgiveness.

You shook you head and told him that having been too happy wasn't something that he should apologise for. The man had a heart of gold that had been taken advantage of. Thankfully, you had a brain. So now that you were truly together, you were sure that all would be well.

#alucard imagine #imagine adrian tepes #alucard x reader #castlevania x reader #etc im too lazy

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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wondernimbus · 5 years ago

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everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn't save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :'')

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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Gatherings at the Malfoy Manor were usually a grand event; peacocks would mill about the lawn, some wandering past the large castle doors and into the drawing room, where the guests would stroke their feathers in admiration with one hand and hold a glass of the finest mulled wine in the other as they spoke among themselves, laughing and boasting offhandedly about the ancient living room set they'd imported from France or their children's future careers. Sometimes one would have enough courage to bring up the notion of arranged marriages, only for Narcissa Malfoy to turn them down and say that Draco would choose for himself when the time came, veering the conversation away towards things like ministry connections.

Parties happened often back then—not as much to celebrate as to fill up the overly large halls of the manor with pointless chatter—but things have changed. It’s been a while since the Malfoys last opened their doors to guests.

Does this count as a party? Draco wonders to himself, watching Death Eaters filter into the drawing room, some wearing sickening grins and others looking dead inside.

There are no more wandering peacocks. No more music, no more friendly guests eager to wed their children into the Malfoy family. There are only murderers. Death Eaters. There is laughter, but the kind that has Draco feeling uneasy.

Things have changed. Draco wonders if it's for the better.

He knows he and [Y/N] can't hide here forever—at the edge of the shadowed banister overlooking the entrance hall—but they stay there for as long as they can, until his grim-looking mother comes up the staircase and beckons for them to join the party.

Party. Ha.

So Draco and [Y/N] trail after Narcissa, who leads them into the drawing room, where most of the Death Eaters have gathered. No peacocks, no music, but there is wine, and almost everyone is clutching a glass of it.

He feels [Y/N]'s fingers graze against his. Looking over at her, she sees him staring placidly in front of her, meeting no one's gaze, but she seems to feel his eyes on her—so she turns her head to the side, and Draco sees her facade slip away for the smallest of split seconds as the look on her face softens and she gives him this small, reassuring smile.

He can almost hear her voice inside his head: we'll be okay.

Draco swallows. Nods just a fraction of an inch.

People clap him on the back as he passes, congratulating him and [Y/N] for a job well done at fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. Draco nods mutely and lets [Y/N] do the talking—she has always been better at keeping her composure, masking her true thoughts.

"Could never have imagined it," cackles Alecto Carrow, marching up to them in the middle of the large room. Her cheeks are already tinged pink with intoxication, voice a higher pitch than usual. "Most I expected from you lot was.. well, nothing, really. Doubted you could even fix a dresser, much less a whole bloody cabinet!" she shrieks with laughter, some of the wine from her glass spilling onto the floor.

[Y/N]'s gaze is stony. "Thank you."

Alecto’s nose wrinkles, her chortles dying down. "Thank you?" she repeats. "S'that all you have to say?"

For a brief, horrifying moment, Draco almost thinks [Y/N] is going to bite back with a sarcastic remark—but things have changed and there is a mark on her arm now, so instead she says, flatly, "It wasn’t an easy feat." A slight pause. "We’re just as surprised as you."

Alecto grins. She seems satisfied. "Well, 'course it wasn't an easy feat, or at least for you." She takes a big swig out of her glass. "Could’ve done it myself in ten minutes, isn't that right, Amycus?"

Her brother Amycus snickers but doesn't reply. Draco knows it's because he doubts Alecto's claims just as much as they do; she doesn't seem capable of writing even a bloody paragraph on her own.

"Well," says [Y/N]. "We appreciate your.. praise."

Draco almost snorts. It’s uncharacteristic of her to be so formal, and most of all to take the high road when being insulted. He knows that if things were different, if their lives weren't on the line, she wouldn't be standing here at Draco's side—no, her wand would be at Alecto's throat.

But that little bit of humor quickly fades when Draco finds Amycus staring at [Y/N], uncouth eyes roaming from her lips to her exposed collarbones, the skin hiding just underneath the lace of her sleeves, the dress hugging her figure—

Draco feels anger flare up, hot and heavy inside of his chest. Unconsciously, he finds himself stepping forward, urged on by that unpleasant feeling worming its way into his stomach, curling his hands into fists, tinging the tips of his ears red as his fingers edge closer to the wand inside his pocket.

¨What are you looking at, boy?¨ Amycus sneers, meeting his gaze.

Draco thinks, at that moment, that magic would hardly be fit to put this ugly brute of a man in his place—no, he´d much rather use his fists, pummel them into that crooked nose of his until he kneels at [Y/N]’s feet and begs for her forgiveness, because no one should look at her like that—

[Y/N] is whispering something, but he can´t hear it through the blood rushing in his ears.

But all of a sudden, Amycus’s gaze changes. He is no longer looking at Draco; rather, at something over his shoulder, and then he is bowing his head, eyes downcast.

All it takes Draco is a brief glance behind him to realize why.

He hears [Y/N] now: he’s here. He’s here.

An odd hush has fallen over the large room. The cause is easy to pinpoint; the Dark Lord has appeared at the entrance of the large drawing room, bringing with him a familiar sense of foreboding as everyone’s breath seems to hitch. It’s funny, in a sick way, how easily the atmosphere has shifted from something like ease to suffocating tension. How Alecto, who had been cackling into her glass of wine just moments before, now looks like a dog called to heel. How Amycus has torn his hungry gaze away from [Y/N] to instead stare down obediently at his feet. How Draco’s own parents, who stand a few feet away from the Dark Lord at the entrance, have their lips pursed and their hands clasped in front of them in submission.

Draco would laugh, but he is one of them now, and his head is hung just like the rest of them.

¨My, my,¨ says the Dark Lord, tone soft. ¨What a lovely party.¨

It had been he, the Dark Lord, who had suggested the idea of a celebration to revere in Draco´s and [Y/N]´s success. Not out of fondness, of course, but out of sheer spite for the Malfoys, caused by Lucius’s failure at the Department of Mysteries. This party was just another part of his little mind games; not only had he forced their son, Draco, to let Death Eaters loose inside Hogwarts, but he was now forcing them to celebrate it.

But why is he here?

It had been he who proposed the party, but no one had expected the Dark Lord to actually come. He had other things of actual importance to attend to: things that involved torture and kidnap and blackmail. He was on the brink of taking over the Ministry of Magic, and thus was a busy man—the Dark Lord only goes where he is needed, and not to pointless parties.

Draco swallows.

So why is he here?

¨It is only right, of course,¨ Voldemort continues, his voice still so oddly soft, like he´s addressing children, ¨That we celebrate the success of our young Death Eaters. The task I gave them was not an easy one, I’m afraid, and yet they prevailed, in the end, and proved themselves to us.¨

He wonders if Voldemort has spotted him and [Y/N], and feels bile rise at the back of his throat. Draco doesn´t want him anywhere near her.

Just leave, Draco thinks to himself, his teeth gritted so tight he hears how they scrape inside his skull. Just leave.

“I must admit, a few months ago I had my doubts.. but now here we are, applauding them, congratulating them for a job well done, treating them as one of our own.. welcoming them.”

“Draco.”

[Y/N] has inched closer to him. A moment later she feels her fingers weaving through his, squeezing his palm so tight Draco knows without having to look that her knuckles have turned a ghostly white.

He squeezes back, thinking that she might just be as surprised as him. Just as nervous.

It’ll be okay, he tries to tell her without saying it out loud. He´s too scared to speak. It’ll be okay.

¨And yet even as we toast to their names..¨

Draco keeps his head down. He can hear the sound of Voldemort´s robes rasping against the floor as he moves about the room.

But that is not the only thing he hears. Cold sweat trickles down the side of his temple, because in the Dark Lord’s voice he hears an edge. He senses danger.

A thought bounces around Draco’s skull as he fixes his gaze intently on his shoes: why is he here?

"Even as we welcome them with open arms.. as we let them walk among us unharmed, revered, almost, for their bravery..¨

¨Draco,¨ [Y/N] repeats, a little louder this time but only for his ears, and if the room wasn´t so quiet he wouldn´t have heard her ragged, almost panicked breathing, but it was and he did.

He senses uneasy movement from behind him. One of the other Death Eaters.

¨Despite our kindness, one of them dares to turn away from us. One of them dares—¨ The Dark Lord´s voice grows colder, angrier, losing control and then all of a sudden softening again after a pregnant pause; ¨One of them dared.. dares to feed information to the fools that call themselves the Order of the Phoenix.¨

Draco hears the collective murmur of surprise that ripples through the room.

“Draco.” [Y/N]’s grip on his hand, if possible, tightens.

¨One of them dares betray us.¨

There is a brief moment of confusion on Draco´s part. He turns his head to look at [Y/N], brows furrowed as he struggles to make sense of the Dark Lord´s words.

But then Draco meets her eyes. Sees the look on her face.

¨I´m sorry,¨ she whispers, and realization hits him like a burst of icy cold water.

¨Seize her,¨ Voldemort says coldly. When Draco looks up, he sees that he is halfway across the room but his gaze is fixed on them—on [Y/N].

Amycus and Alecto are the first to move. They drop their glasses with no hesitation, sending them to the floor where they break into a hundred tiny pieces, and grab [Y/N] by the arms. She resists, wrestling in their arms, but the string of words that leave her mouth aren´t curses, nor are they pleas to let her go; no, they are apologies, repeated over and over again like a mantra as she desperately holds Draco´s gaze—”I’m sorry, Draco. I’m sorry.”

He watches as they yank [Y/N] across the floor, towards the Dark Lord, away from him. His lungs have stopped working, his heart is pounding wildly somewhere inside his throat, and [Y/N] is being roughly thrown at the Dark Lord´s feet—

Draco can´t breathe. His mind is buzzing, blanking out to a field of white, noise and heat colliding and melting until he can´t think through the blood rushing in his ears.

“Pity,” the Dark Lord whispers, gripping her chin harshly, jerking it up so that she would look at him.

“I thought you'd proved yourself to be worthy of my praise, but instead it seems you've proved yourself to be rather the opposite—“

She snaps her head away. “Fuck you.”

“You, my child, have proved yourself to be a fool.”

“You´re never going to win.”

The Dark Lord seems unfazed. A grin splits wide on his face, stretching his lips into an uncannily amused grin as he stares down at the girl at his feet for a few seconds before nodding—and then turning around, twirling his wand in his hands—when had he pulled it out?

“And now, my brothers and sisters.”

Draco doesn’t feel his feet move underneath him, but they do.

“Lo and behold what happens to ungrateful fools who turn us away believing that they are saving the world, when in fact they are ruining themselves.”

Everything happens so quickly that Draco barely has any time to react; Voldemort raises his wand, and it seems to almost shine in the light as he points it directly towards [Y/N]—the Dark Lord´s mouth opens, the spell resting on the tip of his tongue, [Y/N] at the opposite end of his wand—

“No!”

It’s as though something inside of Draco has snapped, like he is being jarred awake. He doesn´t think—just darts forward with no real goal in mind other than to put himself in between Voldemort and [Y/N], but then there are hands grabbing at his arms, holding him back—

“Let go of me!” his tone is feral. He jabs his elbow into someone´s stomach, trying desperately to wrestle himself free, but the more Death Eaters he rips off of him, the more take their place. “[Y/N]!” he is breathless. “[Y/N]—”

The Dark Lord is going to kill her. He´s going to bloody kill her.

“Draco,” he hears his mother´s voice but doesn’t see her—he´s too busy thrashing wildly in the arms of whoever has hold of him, yelling out profanities and curses and [Y/N]´s name; “Draco, come. You don´t want to see this.”

“Let fucking go of me!”

But then the Dark Lord´s voice cuts through the havoc—¨Let him stay.¨

“[Y/N]!” Draco shouts, gritting his teeth. There are tears in his eyes; he doesn´t realize they´re there until they´ve fallen and he tastes them on his tongue. “Don´t touch her! Don´t fucking touch her!”

But the Dark Lord is, once again, unfazed. He turns his gaze to Draco but doesn´t lower his wand. “Watch, my child,” he says, voice ringing throughout the room, cold and unforgiving. “And pay close attention. This is what happens to cowards. To fools. To ungrateful scum.”

[Y/N]´s back is turned to Draco, and maybe it is better that way, because when the Dark Lord raises his wand, he doesn´t have to see the light leave her eyes.

Draco feels the entire world slow down. A single thought appears inside the ruined mess that is his mind, almost as if it’s mocking him—[Y/N] has always been better at masking her true thoughts. At hiding things; even from him.

We’ll be okay, [Y/N] had told him.

She had lied.

¨Avada Kedavra!¨

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subzero - beverly marsh x fem!reader

it fandom week: huddling for warmth

content warnings: mentions of intoxication, smoking, swearing, fire, harmless threats, inhaler abuse, enemies to lovers, also i’m making bev tall bc i love tall gals word count: 3k

at the ripe age of ten years old, you knew you wanted to become a mother. the appeal of bouncing children in your lap, tucking them into bed, and the empowering feeling of calming tantrums down was something you naively believed was your destiny. now, ten-year-old you was never wrong, you knew that. but what you didn’t expect was for your dream to come true at eighteen, stuck mothering six drunken teenage sons during a hailstorm’s power outage.

“edward. kaspbrak. i swear to god, if you do not go to sleep right now i will knock you out with your own inhaler.”

eddie groans at your words, still teeter-tottering towards the mattress. richie was already in bed, practically dead for a past half-hour.

thankfully, he didn’t wake up from his comatose state when eddie gracefully slammed headfirst into the bed. you held your breath as the bed shook under eddie’s weight. drunken eddie was already a nightmare, what more, an even worse nightmare when catalysed with richie’s antics. mike was slightly more useful. after throwing up in almost every sink in the house, he helped carry a very tipsy ben up the stairs and they were now both unconscious down the hall. bill wasn't exactly a disturbance, but he was incredibly determined to show us that he could play the piano right now if asked, that his skills were only heightened after dark. (the fact that bill had never touched a piano in his life, or that bev's apartment didn't even have a piano wasn't stopping him). bev was taking care of them in the other room, and based on the muffled conversation, was still trying to coax bill to sleep. you and bev being the losers’ designated sober pair for tonight was the worst idea that had ever occurred to anyone. ever. the eight of you agreed. if you needed something done, you’d never leave the two of you to do it together. but stan had explained that the rotation required the two of you to pair up tonight, no matter what. you didn’t quite understand the necessity of it but in all honesty, you’d rather put up with bev’s clownery than upset stan further. speaking of, you glance at the lump on the floor, peacefully swaddled and engulfed in the massive duvet. you should probably check on stan’s breathing later.

now, though, you still had one child left.

hearing the sound of an air pump go off from the bed, you walk back to eddie.

“but i’m so cold and i’m not even tired,” said eddie, his inhaler still jammed in his mouth.

“eddie, the power will be back in no time, and if you keep pumping that shit in your mouth, you’re never going to feel tired,” you sigh, taking the aspirator away.

“no, but seriously.” eddie continues, his eyes filled with sleep-deprived mania. “i swear, i’m like wide awake, i don’t even need sleep right now, it’s technically the morning and nO WHAT THE HELL-”

clutching the pump in your hand, you watch the white vapour shoot against eddie’s face. nothing but eddie’s exasperated coughing filled the room.

“i told you, i’m not afraid to use this.”

“i thought...you said...you were going to...knock me out with it,” eddie questioned between coughs.

you narrow your eyes at him, “you keep this up and i will knock you with it.”

“wow, you really are gonna make a great mother someday.” you let out a deep groan, turning to see where the new voice came from. leaning against the doorframe with a lit cigarette between her fingers was bev in all her smug glory.

“you know, after dealing with kaspbrak tonight, he makes you look like an angel,” you roll your eyes.

“hey!” you hear a muffled voice from under the blanket.

“go to sleep, pretty boy,” bev chuckles, some smoke escaping with her laugh, “i know it’s hard after seeing her troll face but you have to try.”

you rolled your eyes again at the two giggles in the room, shuffling around the bed, carefully stepping around stan’s body. you continue to walk past bev and into the hall.

the house was silent. no one lived here anymore but bev since you guys graduated, and since mr. marsh stopped residing here, the apartment had an almost peaceful quality.

walking past the guest room, you grin at the sight of mike, ben, and bill entwined together on the floor. oh, how much tamer this group would’ve been compared to the menaces next door.

you snatch your backpack from the living room sofa and dug through the pockets anxiously. searching against the walls of your bag and still finding nothing, you began to feel more and more nervous. “fucking hell, where is it,” you whisper. at this rate, you weren’t sure if the thumping in your ears was from the sound of sharp hail hitting the windows or your heart beating in your throat. you stand up in a deeper panic, aggressively patting your pockets up and down.

“you know, as entertaining as this is to watch, i almost feel bad.”

“bev..." you sigh. "i am not in the mood."

“why? too busy looking for your pack of camels?” you hear the sound of a familiar cardboard flap opening, “personally, i’m more of a marlboro girl but i mean, these work too.”

you spin around and storm up to bev, snatching the lit cigarette from her lips. “that’s mine?”

she smirks, “you left your backpack open, it was practically an invitation.”

“an invitation for you to go through my shit?” you hissed, dangling the ignited end near her face.

she snatched her cig back and mockingly dangling it back near your face, “yeah, a formal invitation for me to smoke off this monstrosity of a temperature. what do you want, an apology too? i can write you one asap, let me find bill’s notebook-”

taking the cig back once more, you snap. "you’re such an ass, bev.”

she grins, following closely behind you. she could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and she secretly hoped you’d accidentally stop in your tracks so she could run into you. in the name of transferring body heat and what not. shaking off these thoughts that were hijacking her brain, she makes a kissy sound, “c’mon, you know you love it.”

“mmhm sure, bev. because i’m really into girls stealing my shit.”

pinching the flame from the cig and dumping it in the tray, she leads the both of you into the supply closet. she chuckles as she leans against the doorway, leaving you feeling trapped in the tight room. you knew she was laughing because you insisted on going in first and now that you were the one having to get the stuff, but you didn’t quite register that the things you needed was on the top shelf. up high stood a high stack of blankets. and they looked like they could singlehandedly cure the subzero temperature.

clearly, you must have been looking up at the blankets for a moment too long because bev gave up and leaned forwards to grab the stack. the sensation of her flushed against your back was enough to make you dizzy, not to mention how absolutely warm she was. and of course... it was bev.

bev. the girl who you rolled your eyes at every day, the girl who taunts you at any given minute, the girl you would, and had, risked your life for. you guys never talk about neibolt, but sometimes you catch yourself thinking of what could have happened if it went south. if you hadn’t grabbed her in time, and if you didn’t switch places just before pennywise launched at you... absentmindedly tracing the scar down your stomach, you think of the absolute lack of regret you feel to this day. you always had this joke that you wanted to kill her, but how much of that was true?

“darling, did the cold already go and rot your brain?” bev faux-pouts, “not that there was much to begin with, but i’m still worried.” the stack of blankets was now under her arms with one stretched out as she began to wrap it around herself.

never mind. sometimes you did want to kill her.

by habit, you went on your tip toes in order to get to bev’s face, but she was already crouched a couple inches from your face. trying to keep your racing heart under wraps, you choke out a semi-convincing “don’t make me murder you, beverly.”

she grins back your serious face. "aww no, i couldn’t let you do that. the knives and other weapons are also stored up there.” she teases, slinging her arm around your shoulder and dragging you to deliver the blankets to the boys.

"oh, fuck off." you shove bev's arm off of you and walked back into richie, eddie, and stan's room. true to your word, you kneeled down to the floor and gently rolled stan’s head towards you. placing your two fingers against his pulse point, you giggle to yourself at the absurd action. if it wasn’t already obvious that he was indeed alive, he groans under you, but you shush him in time. lightly stroking his curls, you whisper. "i’m just checking up on you, stan,” placing the second blanket onto him. he groaned back.

quietly tip-toeing towards the bed, you tossed the other blanket over richie and eddie. “i swear, these guys would be dead already without us.” you laugh to yourself.

a dim light flickers from the living room and casts a light across the hall. you shut the door behind you as you leave, going into the living room to see bev on the sofa, engulfed in her own large fleece blanket. the only thing peeking out was her face and hands as her she alternated flickering her lighter's warmth on her fingers.

without thinking, you plop by her on the sofa. “whatcha doing there, you pyro?”

“it’s getting so fucking cold,” bev half-heartedly jokes. you can see her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, but her voice was so contradictingly soft it made your heart melt.

you extended your open hand to her and she stared at it. “blood oath part two? promise to never be sober again during a powercut?”

“i wish, and shut up. don’t play dumb with me, beverly.”

you notice the slightest tinge in her cheeks as she places her hand along with her lighter in yours. you immediately recoil at her freezing fingertips and the lighter clatters to the ground. bev rolls her eyes and shifts away, “first you want to hold my hand, secondly you’re acting like i have fucking HIV.”

“firstly, smartass, i’d still hold your hand if you had HIV-”

“aww-”

“because it’s a blood-borne pathogen so unless you bleed or shit or lactate on my hand, i’m safe.”

bev’s face scrunches up. “how romantic.”

“now shut it and give me your hand already.” you say, placing your palm out for her again.

now bev is the one rolling her eyes at you for a change. she gives you her hand, much slower this time though, careful not to have you pull away again. not having you pull away? why was this something she was considering?

immediately, bev felt the heat from your skin radiate against hers’, instantly igniting her skin in goosebumps. she instinctively gave you her other hand and you take with a soft smile.

“now...why the hell are you built like a goddamn radiator.” bev grumbled, rubbing her hands together under yours.

“well, i don’t see you complaining, do i?” you raise your eyebrows.

“i’m not mad...it’s just that it’s not like you need it,” bev says between chuckles, “you’re like five feet tall. not exactly a lot of surface area to heat up.”

“you’re such a dick, bev. you’re losing your hand-holding privileges,” you side-eye, pulling your warm fingers away.

she gasped, “oh, don’t you dare.”

“yes, i do. it’s not like i’m dying to feel your freezing hands on me, bev.” you desperately try to make the statement sound as sarcastic as you can, but it ends up coming out much shakier than expected.

even in the dark, you can see the glint of bev’s mischievous grin. “oh really? you don’t want to feel my freezing hands?” “is that a trick question?” you sigh exasperatedly, “because if you as much as-”

suddenly, you feel bev’s ice-cold fingers press against the skin on your ribcage and you immediately squeal. you clamp your hand over your mouth at the scare, you try and contain the others sounds that escape you as she further presses her freezing hands against your warm skin. scrambling away from her grasp, you slap the back of her head.

“you stop that right now or i will leave you on your own porch to freeze,” you threaten through gritted teeth.

“mmhm, like you would.” she teases, continuing to press the pads of her still-cold fingertips into your stomach.

you felt your heart rate rise significantly, to the point that you were sure that your unknown warmness was actually due to bev making the blood pump 10x more than normal. every braincell swimming inside your head was on the brink of short-circuiting at the feeling of bev’s hands dancing along the edge of your bra. what the hell is she thinking?

after a couple more rounds of her threatening to freeze your midriff and you threatening to crack open a window, you both surrender and allow her keep her hands clasped between yours, resting atop your chest.

“are you not getting any warmer?” you groan, forcing yourself to snap out of your own feelings.

“hey, you’re the hot-pack here. do you think i’m feeling any warmer?” she goes back to press her freezing palms against your stomach.

“no, no, no, do not do that again.”

bev sighs, “then what the hell am i supposed to do?” she sits upright and tightens the blanket around her head. shifting away from you, she shivers her way back into the other end of the sofa. “i’m dressed in triple the layers you are, moved around way more than you have, i’m even wearing this gigantic fleece eyesore-”

“oh for fuck’s sake just come back here.” you roll your eyes.

bev moves about an inch closer.

you feel your heart constrict in your chest and you let yourself say it before you could think it any further, “i said, come here.” you lift one of your arms and gesture for her to come closer. scooting your body near to the end of the sofa, it was clear that the space you made was so she could easily crawl in next to you.

“are- are you... you want me to-”

you’re sure your whole face has gone red. bev she already can’t stand you so why not just make it even more awkward, huh? you bit your tongue gently, calming yourself down. if bev didn’t know that you offered to cuddle with her just because you could, then that was her fault for being so daft. you sigh, resuming back into your deadpan state. “yeah, i can’t listen to another minute of your whinging.”

“no, i heard you, i just-” she stammers, looking equally red herself. you feel a huge tiny sense of pride as you realised you’ve rendered bev speechless. beverly marsh. speechless.

“what are you waiting for?” you tease, “a formal invitation?”

having the upper hand for once was refreshing, if not thrilling. being the one to tease her and watch her become flustered was something you wish could happen more often.

bev’s face breaks out in the softest smile you’ve ever seen. she slowly makes her way over to you, shifting her body close to yours without touching you yet. “is that too much to ask for? a formal invitation?” you let out an unexpected genuine laugh at her silliness and bev giggles in unison. this was different than your default laughter made of semi-amusement and sarcasm. she rests her weight against you, her cheek gently pressing into your collarbone. her fingertips resume their spot against the flushed skin of your stomach and your own cheeks turn red again. there wasn’t a functional reason for her to do that anymore.

“stop that before i regret this, bev.”

“there’s no way in hell you regret this.” she grins, followed by the faintest whisper of an “i sure don’t.”

you were about to reply and perhaps mention how you’d be okay with her falling asleep in your arms, that you could tolerate such juvenile behaviour. you know, in the name of public health and safety, but bev beats you to it.

“just let me warm up here for ten minutes, alright. then you can let go and i’ll sleep on my side right after,” she rushes out.

that wasn’t how you thought it was going to know. your heart sinks slightly at her words but you try not to take it personally. what else could you do? it was almost like a wake-up call, reminding the both of you that this wasn’t normal for you and bev.

after a minute or so, you found yourself absentmindedly weaving your fingers through bev’s auburn hair, gently combing it with your hands like you did earlier with stan. “you have such soft hair,” you whisper against her hair.

you hear her mumble against the blanket indistinguishably and you find yourself closing your eyes at the vibrations of her voice against you. if only bev wanted to stay here like this and this feeling between the two of you could last more than the next ten minutes. you let your eyelids drift down momentarily, and you smile at the thought.

just a couple minutes later, your mind jolts back awake, and your heart sinks at the thought of having to wake her up so she could move to her side of the sofa and sleep. you reach over to feel the ends of her hair between your fingers again, grounding yourself to this feeling one last time before bev had to wake up. once you peel your eyes open however, you immediately shut them against the bright light shining at you. was richie planning on abducting y’all in the middle of the night again? gently prying your eyes open for the second time, you notice the light is shining from the window. you sigh in relief.

wait. the window?

your eyes shoot open fully. the hail had stopped. and it’s day time.

snapping your head down to bev, you take in her figure still fit snugly into your side. her free arm rests across your chest, her legs were entwined with yours. ...and her electric blue eyes stare right into you. your heart instantly jumps into your throat as you scramble for excuses, fuck, anything that would keep you from explaining yourself.

instead, she shifts her body upwards so she’s fit even tighter against your side, placing her face into the crook of your neck. her lips were right at your pulse point, sending your mind spiralling at the thought that she could probably feel how fast your heart was beating right now. her lips move against your skin, saying something barely above a whisper.

“you tell anyone about this and i’ll fucking end you.”

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juniorgman187 · 4 years ago

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About Time (Reid Fic)

Summary: Reader’s offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before.

A/N: I try to avoid specific Reid eras in my works so that it can be up to you how you imagine him, but please just imagine seasons 1 or 2 Spencer - I’m telling you it’ll make the experience richer. Also, I might improve this fic in the near future bc I’m not entirely happy with it. Category: Drabble, Fluff Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: None Word Count: 2.5k Playlist: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

Clink … Clink … Clink …

The repetitive noise was barely discernible at first, then it became all that I could focus on.

In an attempt to find the source, I looked up from my paperwork and scanned the room. It only took me half a second to discover that Morgan was the culprit.

From across the round table, I watched as Derek absentmindedly stirred his coffee and sugar together, making a ‘clink’ noise each time his spoon hit the rim of the cup. This wouldn’t have been bothersome had it not persisted for more than 10 minutes which, by all accounts, is plenty of time for the sugar to dissolve.

“Derek… ” I sort of sang, trying to capture his attention as nicely as possible.

“Derek.” I repeated, this time a little less quietly and a little more sharply. Still, my voice did nothing to stop the noisy stirring of his coffee. I stayed silent for a second, just in case he finally noticed I was speaking to him, but when he didn’t, I gave a concerned look to Spencer beside me as if to ask if he was seeing what I was and he returned just the same expression of confusion.

That’s when I knew something was wrong.

“Derek!” I said even louder, finally catching his attention.

His head snapped in my direction, his ghost-like countenance falling away after looking directly at me. I was relieved to see proof of life had been regained behind his eyes. The abrupt reaction made me squint harder in his direction to decipher what was truly going on. “Is everything okay? You were kind of zoning out just now.”

He sighed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It’s nothing. I just had a late night last night and I didn’t go to bed till three this morning.”

“Oh?” I asked coyly. “And what was her name?” I brought my mug to my lips to hide my growing smirk behind the rim.

He didn’t catch on right away, which to me was more than enough evidence that he wasn’t well. He was usually the first to be aware of an innuendo, maybe even the one to be making it. “Whose name?”

“The girl that kept you up till three this morning.” I mimicked his voice in crude yet playful imitation.

To this, he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a grin. “Alright, get your pretty lil’ head out of the gutter, Kitten. I was busy fixing up a property I got down in Emporia. Lost track of time. That’s all.”

Whether or not he was hiding something more, I didn’t care anymore. He’d piqued my interest in this new topic. “Emporia? That’s like 2 or 3 hours away.”

His eyebrows lifted in agreement. “Yeah, like I said - late night.”

Not even trying to tempt him with my words, I simply remarked, “But I mean it can’t be that hard though, right? Fixing up the house?”

There was no verbal response from him, only a mirthless chuckle.

I was less careful with my words than I should’ve been, letting them flow through my mouth without filtering them first. “I’m just saying, I worked with Habitat For Humanity for years. We built thousands of houses from scratch, each of them within a matter of days.”

He sat up in his seat and leaned forward to assert himself. It was nearly the same mannerisms he would display in an interview when he wanted to maintain dominance. “Well, that’s because you got how many people working on one house?”

When I didn’t answer, he simply tapped the table and leaned back comfortably in his seat, prematurely relishing in a self-proclaimed victory. “Yeah, exactly. Whereas, it’s just little ol’ me fixing up these properties.”

“Okay, then I’ll help you.”

He only snickered in response, lending way for me to believe he didn’t trust that I’d provide any sort of productive assistance.

“I will!” I insisted. “Since you’re so convinced those houses were only built as fast as they were because it was a group effort, I want to prove to you that it’s actually because I’m just a fast worker.”

“It’s not a race, Kitten. All I said was it took me a while to fix up the house. I don’t need you to help. And I wouldn’t be paying you even if you did, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m not doing this for money,” I reasserted. “I’m doing this for pride. I know I’m right, and I want you to know it, too.”

It’s worth mentioning that Derek and I made these kinds of bets all the time. Our friendship was practically built on the foundation of competition. The first interaction I ever had with him was when he came up to me while I was arranging my desk to ask what I thought the odds were that he could toss his paper ball into the trashcan across the bullpen.

Years Ago . . .

“What are the chances I’ll make the shot?” I heard a deep, unfamiliar voice inquire from behind me.

“You’re aiming for the trashcan all the way over there? No way.” This voice I knew was Elle’s. She’d been the second person to introduce herself to me and if I had to guess, the deeper voice belonged to the guy I recalled sitting diagonally from her. I made eye contact with him when I initially walked in, but he hadn’t taken the time to introduce himself to me, nor I to him. He seemed a little preoccupied … making a paper ball and all.

“Actually, if Morgan’s throw had specific arc, the trajectory of the ball would -”

“He’s not making it, Reid.” Elle cut off the small, almost mousy voice promptly, shutting down any ‘pro-Morgan-making-the-shot’ argument he was about to make.

You could get a lot from just listening. Some might call it eavesdropping, but I like to call it being observant, and from what I’d observed

A) The one throwing the ball was Morgan.

B) The smart-sounding one was Reid.

C) Reid was a proponent of Morgan, so I could assume they were close friends.

D) There were three very distinct, very different personalities in this general vicinity of desks alone.

“O’ ye of little faith! Gimme a break, Elle. You’re just busting my balls ‘cause Reid came to me about Lila before he came to you.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that I’m right.”

“No, but it means you have bias.” Derek retorted.

“Fine then. If it means that much to you to have an unbiased opinion, let’s ask someone impartial - like Anderson.”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” The deep voice said as soon as I’d placed the last item on my desk - a stack of sticky notes in the shape of a cat’s face that’d been gifted to me the moment I exited the elevator by Penelope Garcia.

“Excuse me, Kitten,” The deep voice purred. “You think I could get this ball into that trash bin right over there?”

It took me a second to register that he was addressing me until I realized where the nickname originated from and that it had belonged to me - I could thank Penelope for that.

“Oh, um …” I looked around the room like somehow it would have my answer. In some ways, it did.

I made contact with Reid first. He smiled weakly at me with tender awkwardness that melted my heart a little bit. Meanwhile, Elle’s eyes were luring me to join her on the dark side and say he wouldn’t make it. To be fair, riling him up seemed like fun. I’d be on Elle’s good side, gain her approval, and if I executed my jest playfully enough, I’d be on Morgan’s good side, too.

“No shot in hell, big guy.”

Present Time . . .

That’s how it all started - this sibling-like rivalry. Ever since then, we’ve been challenging each other like our lives depended on it. And if I had to make it my life’s mission to win this most recent bet, then so be it.

“Alright, kitten, I’ll take you up on that offer. I’ll pick you up at 9 on Saturday.”

We sealed the deal with a cross-table handshake, and at that moment, I hadn’t realized it - only when I thought back to it, did I notice - Reid had been watching the entire interaction unfold. Misinterpreting every painstaking second of it.

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Sticking true to his word, Derek had taken up my offer in spades. Not the least bit shy in delegating me each and every duty there could possibly be.

I’ll admit, he used my pride to his advantage. Because while I was practically doing all the handy-work imaginable inside the property, he was resting on his laurels outside, probably taking up the view of rolling green hills that went on forever just beyond the front yard.

It just so happened that that would be our maintained, respective locations for the unexpected arrival of Derek’s very first (very unhappy) guest.

I was inside painting when I heard the placid squeak of Derek getting up from his Adirondack chair on the wraparound porch. I remember peeking my head out of the doorway for a second to see if he was finally going to come inside and help me, but lo and behold, I caught him walking further away from the entrance. While I might’ve given an eye roll of annoyance at the action, I thought nothing of it. Not until I heard Derek speaking to an eerily familiar secondary voice.

“What are you doing here?” I could hear Derek ask. My ears had perked up like a dog on high alert.

“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to … to -” The second voice stammered.

“Spit it out, kid!”

“You’re trying to steal my girl!” Whoever it was, was desperate to speak with conviction, maybe even malice, to prove some level of strength that could match Derek’s, but they tried and failed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steal your girl? What the hell are you talking about, man?”

“You know I like her! And yet you’re just hanging out with her alone now? On one of your desolate properties? Can’t you see how suspicious that looks? You’re supposed to be my friend.”

I’d stopped painting completely at this point so I could take asylum behind the closed door. I could place that voice anywhere, and I needed to press my ear against the only thing separating it from me to confirm what I already knew.

“Reid, I am your friend,” And there it was. Reid? “And as your friend, I’m telling you: lower your voice unless you want her to hear you.”

“Don’t patronize me. Just tell me,” Spencer, if anything, spoke louder. Perhaps he did want me to hear him, or he simply wanted to defy Derek. “Why do you flirt with her?”

“Flirt?” Derek seemed appalled at the word. It would’ve been offensive that he was disgusted at the thought of engaging with me in that manner had I not felt the same way. What we were doing was not flirting - by any stretch of the imagination.

“You know what I’m talking about. You call her ‘Kitten,’ you both make sexual innuendos that you think fly over my head, you invite her to come over.”

“Slow your roll, Pretty Boy. First of all, ‘Kitten’ is just a nickname I gave her the first time we met because I didn’t know what her actual name was. You know that - you were there. Second, the sexual innuendos are just playful jabs at the fact that I sleep around. Low hanging-fruit. Third, inviting her to come over might seem suspicious, but if you walk in there right now, you’ll see that nothing is going on between us. She’s just here to help.”

I wanted any excuse to walk out there myself and announce my nearby presence. Confront Spencer and tell him I heard everything. Ask him where any of this was coming from. How he could think, for even a second, that there was something between me and Morgan.

Turns out, I didn’t need an excuse. I had already walked out.

Spencer gulped hard when he saw me. And for that I felt sorry for him. He looked so unlike himself. His hair was disheveled like he’d ran his fingers through it a million times out of stress. His outfit was strangely untidy, the buttons of his cuff unclasped. “Could you ... did you-”

“I heard everything,” I clarified to the dumbfounded shell of a man standing at the base of Morgan’s stairs.

It was a triangle of stares between us all. Exchanging quizzical glances in a battle of wills to see who would fold first. I was looking at Reid, Reid was looking at me, then he looked at Morgan, who looked back at him, then at me. Like I said, a triangle of stares.

“Um ... I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll just be inside.”

I suppose there were worse ways to finally get Morgan off his ass and working.

Reid trailed Morgan with his eyes, while I simply waited for the sound of the door shutting behind me. It took a few more seconds until one of us had the gall to speak.

“Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” This question that I posed went unanswered for what felt like minutes. Looking at Reid, I could tell he wanted to say something, he just didn’t know what.

The soul was willing, but the flesh was weak.

“If you’re not ready to admit it, that’s okay. But then why did you really come here, Spencer? To yell at Morgan for possibly making a move on me? Because now’s your chance. Make your move, Spence.” I descended the stairs, stopping to stand on the very last step so I’d hover a mere inch above him. “Make a move.”

Make a move, he did.

Warm, clammy hands that were disproportionately bigger than the rest of his body caught my face so that unbelievably, inconceivably soft lips could make their fierce attack with no resistance. His fingers laced through my hair until his hand found the nape of my neck. He used that as leverage to pull me impossibly closer.

When he was just one step away from sucking my soul out of me, I laid my palm on his chest and pushed him slightly backward. I think I heard him laughing when I did this, probably to hide the shame of letting himself commit so fully to the moment that he forgot just how intense his passion was.

His eyes fluttered open and his lips were still contorted in a pucker. It took him a second, but it finally came.

“I meant what I said,” He confessed ever so nonchalantly as though it were the easiest thing in the world to him, despite being unable to come even close to admitting it just minutes before. “I like you. A lot.”

It was me who laughed then, both from the sheer elation hearing him say that brought me and the distant, exasperated comment that came from within the house.

“Well, finally! It’s about damn time!”

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O k but like- imagine tendou just railing you in your bedroom after having dinner with your parents, and your parents are in the other room while you try to keep quiet n stuff as tendou teases you and he picks up his pace😳😳

this actually terrifies me bc something exactly like this happened to me,,

i had this dude over (mind you, my room is directly across from my parents room) and my walls are like thin. So this fucker was trying to finger me and i was like aha no bc i was too busy listening to hear if my parents were coming (that still didn’t stop him from trying to start shit tho) and o guess what we got caught :D

that dude wasn’t worth me getting in trouble w my parents but oh my god Tendou is

tw: nipple piercings hello, and uh well unprotected sex, teasing, a tad bit of degradation

You don’t know where or how it started, but the sexual tension between you and your boyfriend became thicker and more heated than lava; slowly coating the both of you in a secretive passion that had to be released somehow.

Maybe it was when you first greeted him at that door? You had greeted him in nothing but soft lounge shorts and a loose t-shirt. He could tell you had just woken up from a nap, you hair was messy and you kept rubbing your eyes. So adorable, he thought as his eyes roamed over your figure. You ushered him in and yelled to your parents that ‘Tendou was here!’ before taking his hand and guiding him to the room he’d been in so many times before.

If it wasn’t when you greeted him at the door, then it must have been when you decided to change in front of him. It wasn’t anything new to him, you two have been together for quite some time now. He’d like to think he knows the twists and turns of your body like a maze he’s memorized, always going in the right direction.

What was somewhat new to him, though, was the shiny silver that decorated your hardened nipples.

He went with you to get them done and he didn’t want to admit it but the way you cowered when the needle was inserted through you... the expression on your face had triggered something in satori. something about trying to quiet yourself from the sounds that were escaping your tight-lipped mouth...

“Baby,” he whispered, stopping you before you put on a shirt, “can I just....” he trailed off, eyes on the prizes as he got closer to you. The gaze was intense, his focus sharp, a wave of excitement rolled through your body and breaking straight to your core.

He lightly pushed you on the bed, the towering figure caging you in, excited for his appetizer.

“Y/N! Dinner’s ready!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s deflated expression, cursing your parents for their impeccable timing- only for realization to hit you a few moments later.

This just means more teasing, and you liked teasing.

“Okay! Be right out!” You yelled back as your hand went to graze his half erected cock. “You should probably hide this, Tori.” You smile.

He grumbled before releasing his catch so you could throw something on while he tucked himself away properly. The advantage of always wearing baggy sweaters? more to hide.

Dinner was fine; fine meaning there was a lot of ghosted touches, big hands on plush thighs. Everything was adding up and boy did Tendou feel it. He was always amazing with your parents, they loved him! So when he would tease you in front of your parents, he amped up the charm or the conversation to distract from the hidden show that he was hosting with the guest star being your parents’ child.

Any other time he would have dragged out the conversation, trying to rile you up as much as possible before excusing yourselves from the table to “watch a movie”. But today, he was impatient. If he couldn’t have an appetizer, then he sure as hell will have dessert.

“Do you want me to take your plates into the kitchen?” He asked, ever the gentleman. Tendou knew the answer though, him offering just guaranteed your guys’ way out.

“Oh absolutely not Satori! You’re our guest. We’ve got the cleaning up bit!” Your parents insisted. Perfect.

“Thank you so much for the meal, it was so good!” Tendou chimed before smiling and taking his leave from the table with you in hot pursuit.

“Tori-” You whined as soon as you made it to your room and heard your door click close.

He was on your bed in seconds, untucking himself so there was a prominent pulsating dick for you to ogle at. He ushered you over and you didn’t waste a single second.

Your top went flying off and his mouth glued itself to one of your nipples, tongue swirling around your areola then moving to pay special attention to the pretty bud in between the metal bars.

A breathy moan escaped before you could stop it and Tendou popped off your nipple.

“My baby can’t handle the sensitivity?? Hmm? Is that it? Can’t fucking keep quiet?” He cooed.

Before you could respond, he shifted you so that you back was against his chest and your ass was on top of his throbbing cock. “Well, you’re gonna have a hell of a time trying to keep quiet now.” He panted in your ear, a chill running down your spine as a result.

One thing lead to another and next thing you knew, his dick was inching into you and your head was spinning from the masochistic’s pressure.

Throughout it all, his hands were the key to keeping you quiet while he tempted you with his dirty words. One hand wrapped snuggly around your throat, keeping your shoulders against his chest while your back arched so he could hit that spot that had you seeing stars. The other hand kept you steady, firmly planted on you hips as his hips rutted mercilessly against you, his member pulsating against your walls. “Such a nasty slut, having me fuck you while your parents are in the other room? Crave my cock that much?”

“T-tori, I gottah-” you wheezed next to his ear. The lack of oxygen always brought your second favorite high, the first would be what came next.

“Okay -f uck, I might just- mm the way your clenching- ah! me- shit!”

His thrusts became sloppier and warmth filmed you in more ways than one. Tendou let go of your throat and guided you to lay down and he came down from his own high to watch you have yours.

Eyes coming back to center after trying to regain your breath, chest heaving, and relishing the feeling of Satori’s cum leaking out of you. Fucked out beyond belief.

What a sight.

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