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thebiggerbear · 11 months ago

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Jason Teague Prompt Response

Summary: When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason's not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I absolutely adore early s4 Jason Teague. He's such a cutie. I always loved him and Lana together until the dark turn happened & he chose to keep seeking the stones for his mom. This was something that just popped into my head for the prompt line. Hope it's okay.

Reader is 18 (similar dynamic setup to him and Lana in the show). This is meant to take place during s4.

Thank you to my beta @rieleatiel for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Jason Teague x Female!Reader; Jason Teague x Student!Female!Reader

Warnings: guy gets a little too close for Reader's comfort and he gets handsy for a second

Word Count: 4725

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

Jason Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You closed your locker only to jump as an undesired face appeared beside you. Said face of the unwanted senior broke into a wide grin.

“Derek,” you chuckled nervously. “You scared me.”

He gave you what he seemed to think was his most dazzling smile. “Sorry.” He seemed anything but. “So, I was just wondering if you were going to Trav’s party later?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” you offered as you rearranged the books in your arms, gesturing towards them. “Gotta study.”

His smile faded a little. “That sucks. Wait… Today’s Friday…”

You could see him working it out in his head and you hurried to find another excuse. “Plus, you have the big game later.”

“But Trav’s party is after the game.”

You nodded, internally rolling your eyes. “Yeah, it is.” Why couldn’t this guy just take no for an answer? He’d been after you for most of the semester and you wanted nothing to do with him. You never flirted, never gave any signals or showed even a sliver of interest in return, so why was he so persistent? You’d turned him down and made excuses time and time again.

You might feel bad if Derek was a genuinely nice guy, but he wasn’t. He’d bullied you all throughout most of your middle school years — knocking books out of your hands, purposely tripping you in the hallways, calling you horrible names, and even shoving you into lockers as he passed you by. He’d even smashed a tray of food into your clothes once in the cafeteria; he and all of his buddies laughed as mashed potatoes and gravy dripped off of your sweater. Lana would always ask if you’d tell your parents or the principal, but you refused; your parents were dealing with enough thanks to their divorce, and the principal would only make it worse.

Lana would then give you a hug and be there for you as much as she could. Chloe offered to handle it for you, but you begged her not to, swearing her and Lana to secrecy. By the time Clark joined your friend group in freshman year, Derek had moved on, giving you a reprieve for a few blissful years. Before then, however, there were many days you went home and sobbed into your pillow, hoping beyond hope that the next day he’d just decide to act like you didn’t exist instead of continuing to torment you. Thanks to him, you learned how to become invisible and you were good at it… Until you grew up and became a Smallville High senior. Now, all of a sudden, Derek was dogging your every step for some reason.

“You can come watch me play and then join me at the after-party.” Derek actually looked as if he had given you the solution you had been hoping for. “No test tomorrow,” he added proudly.

“Actually, I have plans later, so I’m sorry, but I can’t make it. Good luck at the game, though.” You went to turn to leave when he grabbed your books from you and tossed them behind him with a grin, not caring in the least that a passing student had to duck to prevent a possible head injury.

Derek boxed you in against a locker, both arms on the sides of your head. He leaned in and your heart began racing, half in fear and half in anger. You usually tried to keep things civil so that his bullying wouldn’t start up again before you could graduate and get out of this godforsaken high school, but this jerk was getting on your last nerve.

“You don’t have any plans now,” he said in what he must have thought was in some sort of sexy tone. All it did was cause a knot to form in your stomach and increase your anger. “Come on, Y/N, come to the game and then we can head to the party together. Whaddya say?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached your limit.

You took a deep breath, looked him square in the eyes, and stated firmly, “No.”

That took him aback for a moment. “No?”

“No.” You went to move under his arm when he stopped you.

“What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what it sounds like: no. As in nope, nein, nyet, negative. As in never going to happen.”

“But…” You could see him trying to understand how you could turn him down. “Why?”

“Why?” You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why won’t you go out with me? I’ve been asking and asking.”

You had to restrain yourself from asking him again if he was really serious. Apparently he was and, while you had so many potshots you wanted to take at his ego and so many horrible things you wanted to say, you decided against the alluring idea of being petty and just gave it to him straight. “I hate you.”

His jaw dropped. After a moment, however, he gave you that creepy smile again. “You have a weird way of showing that, though. Seems to me you like playing hard to get. I can dig it.” He went to move closer to try and kiss you when you quickly slid out from under his arms. You swiftly picked up the books he had thrown and you were about to start down the hallway when Derek’s voice stopped you.

“So I’ll see you at the game later? Then you and me, we can go to the party together.”

You knew you should ignore it but you’d had enough. You’d been dealing with this for weeks and in your bid not to stir the waters, it had only gotten worse. Time to pull the pin on that grenade and hit him with the cold hard truth that no one else in Smallville was aware of.

You blew a wayward strand of hair out of your face and took a deep breath, spinning on your heel to face him. “I don’t know how you keep missing the fact that I’m not going with you, that I will never go out with you, but that’s your problem. As it so happens, I’m already seeing someone.”

He stiffened at that. “Who?”

“Someone and that’s all you need to know. And even if I wasn’t, let me just make this perfectly clear: there is no way in hell I would ever go out with you, especially not after all you did to me back in middle school. You’d have to be crazy to think I would.”

Derek waved a hand dismissively. “Come on, I was just playing around with you back then, not to mention it was like a million years ago. You don’t need to make such a big deal about it.”

Your eyes widened. Wow, this guy was even more of a jackass than you imagined. If you didn’t despise him so much, you might actually feel bad for him, or at least you’d feel bad for the future girl who did decide to give him a chance one day. It was a real mystery to you why any girl in this school, cheerleader or not, would ever date him for anything other than his football jock status. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay now, you’re just overreacting. So we played a couple of pranks on you when we were kids, big deal. They weren’t that bad. Just get over it and get under me already.” He smirked at you and waggled his eyebrow again. You began to feel nauseous, disgusted and in disbelief; did he really just say that? Did he really say something that crass and suggestive after telling you that you were overreacting and needed to get over his bullying you?

“Wow.” You blinked. “Derek, you are…something.”

“Don’t I know it, babe.” Derek stepped closer to you, instinctively making you hold your books in front of your chest as if they were some form of shield. “Come with me to the party tonight and you could know it, too. See why they call me the D-train, on and off the field.”

If your heart wasn’t pounding in a mix of fear and anger right now, you would have laughed right in his face. For someone involved in sports, he sure didn’t have any game. You really couldn’t believe this was happening. And to think, when you woke up this morning, you thought it was going to be a halfway decent Friday, especially when you got a sweet good morning text from a certain someone.

“Not happening,” you seethed.

“You say that now,” he said in a throaty murmur. “But you’ll be saying something different later, trust me.”

Your jaw tightened and you turned to leave when he grabbed your arm. “Let me go!” You yanked your arm out of his grip just as Clark appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stepped between you.

“Derek, leave her alone. She said she doesn’t want to go with you so just let it be, alright?”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do, Kent?” Derek bit out, not one bit happy about the interruption. A crowd had started to gather and you could hear the whispers and feel everyone’s eyes on you — which was exactly what you didn’t want. You nervously buried a hand in the back of Clark’s t-shirt and tried to tug on it to get his attention so he could walk away with you. He didn’t budge and continued to stare down Derek, unperturbed.

“Alright, break it up. Break it up.” Assistant Coach Teague suddenly appeared and he quickly glanced between Clark and Derek. “What’s the problem, fellas?”

“Nothing, Coach,” Derek answered. “Just a little misunderstanding between me, Kent, and my girl.” He glared over at Clark.

“Oh my God, I’m not your girl,” you snapped. “Get it through your thick head already!” You leaned into Clark a little, asking “Are you sure there’s enough padding in those football helmets you guys wear? Because I’m going to start worrying about you if this,” you gestured towards Derek, ”is the end result.”

A hint of a smirk played on Clark’s face, but he tamped it down and immediately echoed you. “She’s not your girl, Derek. She never has been. Just leave her alone and we’ll be cool.”

“It’s not your business, Kent,” Derek hissed, yet his cheeks had darkened a shade in embarrassment, having become aware that more people than Coach Teague were carefully watching the scene.

“No,” the coach agreed. “But it is mine.” Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up a little at that. Still, you did your best to hide your reaction from the student populace currently congregating in the hallway. “And I gotta tell you,” the blond took in Clark’s determined expression and protective stance in front of you. His green eyes roved over you and landed on your fingers buried in the tail of Clark’s t-shirt before looking back over at Derek. “This doesn’t look like nothing. I pretty much already have an idea of what’s going on, but because I like to be fair, I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me what’s really going on here, Deakins. And you better make it good.” The coach had his arms crossed and he stared down his player, a stern expression on his handsome face.

“Look, Coach, it’s nothing. Y/N and I were just talking when Kent—”

“Derek was having trouble with the word ‘no’ and what it meant so I stepped in to make sure he understood it loud and clear,” Clark interrupted. Coach Teague’s eyes widened and snapped over to you. You subtly nodded, biting into your bottom lip and hoping he recognized the nervous gesture for what it was: that you wanted this to stop and go away already. You’d been through enough over the years where Derek was concerned; you’d be damned if the idiot was going to ruin your senior year for you, too.

The coach’s jaw tightened and he gave you an almost imperceptible nod in return before glancing between his two players once more. “Okay, that paints a pretty clear picture. Deakins, you’re going to head straight to Quigley’s office right now and tell him why you’re not playing tonight.”

“Coach, that’s not—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Coach Teague growled. “As a matter of fact — Hopkins!” Another player emerged from the growing crowd. “Escort Deakins to see Coach Quigley. Right now.”

Hopkins nodded. “Yes, Coach.” He moved next to Derek who was glaring at you over Clark’s shoulder.

“Stupid bitch,” he muttered. “Not worth my time.” Clark tensed against you and you noticed Coach Teague’s hand clench underneath his crossed arms.

“Get going,” the latter spat. “Or I’ll see that you’re benched the rest of the season.”

Derek spared you one more heated glare, but turned at Hopkins’ urging and began walking away. Clark relaxed slightly and you let go of his shirt, letting out a small breath of relief. Thank God a fight hadn’t happened. You were grateful that your friend stepped in and had your back, but you didn’t want him getting hurt on your account and you really didn’t want a huge dramatic scene. Of course, the small crowd that had gathered around you might prove you wrong on that last account. You snuck a glance in Coach Teague’s direction to find his green gaze already intent on you. You quickly snapped your eyes back to Clark, the one person you were allowed to be looking at without drawing too much attention.

“Alright, show’s over. Everyone, get to class!” The coach urged. People began to disperse, talking loudly once more as they milled the hallway. Great, what happened between you and Derek was now bound to be the talk of the school for the next week at least.

Clark spun around to face you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks for having my back like you did.”

He returned the smile. “Of course. What are friends for?”

Coach Teague appeared and clapped a hand on Clark’s shoulder. “Alright, Kent, I appreciate what you did and I’m sure Y/N does, too, but you need to get to class. I can take it from here,” he assured the younger man.

Clark nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you, and adjusted the strap of his backpack. “Sure. Call you later?” He asked you, suddenly seeming unsure which was strange for your usually confident friend.

You didn’t know why he appeared to be so uncertain all of a sudden, but you nodded, your smile as kind and as reassuring as you could make it. “Yeah, definitely.”

He gave you a nod and turned to head in the opposite direction. Confusion furrowed your brow as you watched him go.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Coach Teague’s voice right next to you snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see his gaze burning into you once more. Unlike Derek’s leering stare, these eyes were warm and made you feel safe. “If you want to report Deakins to the Principal, I can escort you. Or if you want to go to the nurse’s office first to get looked at…”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? No, no, I’m fine. No need for the nurse.”

He arched a brow over at you. “The principal then?”

You pressed your lips together and rearranged the books in your arms. “No. No need,” you answered quietly. Honestly, you just wanted this whole thing to go away, especially Derek himself. You’d like him to go away most of all.

Coach Teague’s jaw tightened and he gently took your books from you and indicated for you to start slowly walking down the hall. He kept an even pace with you. “What Kent said sounded serious.”

You shrugged a shoulder. “It wasn’t. Derek was just being a jerk like usual.”

The coach thought on it for a moment and then licked his lips. “What class do you have now?”

“I don’t. I have a free period. I was just about to head out actually.”

He nodded in approval. “Early Friday. Not bad. Perks of being a senior.” He shot a grin over at you.

You couldn’t help but return it. “Something like that.”

He came to a stop and handed you back your books. “Well, before you go, would you mind helping me out with something?”

You slipped the books into your bag and dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Once you heard the door close, you spun on your heel to face him. “So, what is it you need my help wi—”

He was already on you, cupping your face and kissing you. Once you needed to breathe, he laid his forehead against yours. “What Clark said… Did Deakins put his hands on you?” He panted out. “Tell me.”

Still dazed from the kiss, you fought to answer his question. “Only for a minute.” Whoops, that hadn’t been what you’d meant to tell him. Damn Jason and his talented kissing… not that you’d ever admit that to him. His ego didn’t need to become any larger.

Sure enough, Jason’s eyes went wide. “Only for a minute? What the hell does that even mean, Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back into another kiss, but he resisted. He wanted answers and he wasn’t going to give in until he got them. You were quick to assure him, “He grabbed my arm for a second, but I immediately pulled away and then Clark was there. It was barely half a second, I promise.”

His jaw clenched and he stared into your eyes. “Did he hurt you?” His tone took you aback for a moment. You’d heard him irritated before, but you’d never heard something so…menacing. It actually made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “If he hurt you…”

“No, no,” you reassured him, stroking his cheek. “I’m perfectly fine.”

The unfamiliar fire in his eyes began to dim a bit and his jaw unclenched. Jason was usually a pretty easygoing guy and you rarely saw him get angry, if ever. Even in the few arguments you’d had, he never got mad, not really. While you understood his justifiable reaction, something told you that if Derek had had his hands on you for one more second or if he had seriously hurt you — and if Clark hadn’t intervened — you may have seen a new side of Jason that you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure why your instincts were screaming this at you, but they were. This was definitely something you filed away to discuss with him later, choosing instead to focus on reassuring him for now.

“That creep better think twice before coming near my girl again,” he murmured, tenderly pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think you and Clark made that pretty clear,” you soothed. Because he certainly wasn’t listening to me. Talk about dense.

He gave you one of his charming smiles. “Gonna make it a lot clearer.”

Again, you felt a little perturbed but you quickly pushed the feeling back down and decided to recalibrate the situation. You tightened your embrace around his neck and moved into him more, giving him one of those smirks. “So, do you really have to go to class or do you think you can skip just this once?”

His smile brightened and you knew you had been successful in changing his thought track. “Look at you trying to be a bad influence, trying to persuade me to ignore the call of higher education.”

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while,” you whispered huskily. You felt him shiver slightly against you and you pressed your lips together to keep the triumphant smile off of your face. He was practically putty in your hands now and you knew it.

“When you say worth my while…”

You moved his collar away and placed your lips on that spot of his neck.

“Oh, you mean that,” he chuckled quietly. He briefly closed his eyes as you began to apply pressure and added your tongue into the mix. “You know,” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands glided down your back. “I really shouldn’t skip class.”

You lifted up to his jawline to plant kisses there. “True. So, how about we skip that lunch instead?”

Jason pulled back to grin at you. “Now we’re talking.” He kissed you and when you both needed air, he placed his forehead up against yours. “But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made my girlfriend go hungry just so we can make out under the bleachers?”

You snorted a laugh. “We are not going under the bleachers again.”

“Why not? You know it’s my favorite spot.” Seeing his adorable pout made you want to give in, to give him everything he wanted to make him happy since he made you so happy, but you couldn’t forget that you both had almost been caught the other day. The junior gym class had been running the required annual mile for their fitness tests. He had to pretend he had caught you smoking a cigarette under there just to cover up what you had really been doing. The stern talking to he gave you was beyond ridiculous, but you’d had to go along with it to keep up the charade. It was too risky and you didn’t want him to lose his job. You knew how much he needed it to be able to afford staying in college.

You decided to dig your teeth into your bottom lip and tease him. “We could go to another one of your favorite spots,” you enticed. His eyebrows shot up and your smirk grew. When he realized which one you were talking about, his face brightened and his smile was so wide it had to hurt his cheeks. He looked like an excited overgrown kid who just learned he could open his Christmas presents early.

“Really?”

You held up a finger. “But no skinnydipping this time.”

He immediately deflated and you fully expected to hear another cute whine. Instead, he mumbled, “Okay.” You giggled at his reaction under your breath and he gave you his charming smile once more. There had been skinnydipping (all him though he didn’t realize it) but it had been dark and definitely nothing was seen. The water had been cold as hell and it had been a quick swim, the chill in the night air dashing Jason’s romantic plan for the evening.

“And then after the game tonight,” you continued, kissing his chin. “We can go back to your dorm,” You then kissed near the corner of his mouth. “And play your Xbox,” you hummed.

“I really hope that’s code for something else,” he whispered teasingly to your lips.

Instead of answering, you just smiled. Truthfully, your relationship hadn’t reached that point yet. You’d only been dating since the summer when you two had met at a party where you both spent the whole night talking after hitting it off well. He was planning on traveling to Europe in the next week to spend some time in ol’ Paris on the advice of his mom since he was still hurting over losing the prospect of a football career due to his injury. However, he ended up changing his mind and instead spent all of his time with you. He enrolled at CKU once he got a job — funnily enough as an assistant coach at your high school (so he could still see you in between classes and be able to make money while also doing something he actually liked) — and he continued his relationship with you. Grand romantic gestures, stolen kisses during working hours… And throughout it all, he’d never pushed you for more than you were comfortable with. He’d been patient and understanding, even telling you “I’m good with where we are as long as you are, too.” And of course you were, how could you not be? He was an amazing guy who made you laugh, texted you every morning and night, insisted on taking you out and spending his free time with you, whose kisses made your knees turn to jello and your heart race. You could talk to him about anything; he was good and kind and everything you could ever want in a guy. Everything jerks like Derek weren’t. You loved everything about Jason (though you hadn’t exactly told him that yet). He was everything you wanted and somehow also everything you didn’t know you needed. You were beyond happy.

Jason cupped your cheek and leaned in, kissing you sweetly. When he pulled back, he whispered. “Hey, are you really okay?” All traces of humor and flirtation from a moment ago were gone; he was now completely serious.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.”

He studied you for a minute, most likely trying to determine if you were being completely truthful (you were), and then he tenderly rubbed his nose against yours. “Okay,” he conceded. “But you just say the word and he’s out the rest of the season. I mean it. He will be riding the pine pony so long he’ll be getting splinters in places one really doesn’t want to get any splinters.”

You shook your head and gave him a warm smile. “Thanks, but I’m okay,” you hummed as you brushed your lips against his.

His eyes were still closed when you moved back. “How do you do that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“That.” Jason opened his eyes and he looked genuinely awe-struck which took you aback slightly. “You kiss me and my brain goes to mush.”

Chuckling, you shrugged and ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I could ask you the same thing since every time you kiss me, it also happens to me.”

A familiar warmth began to light up his eyes and a hint of a grin played upon his lips. “Well, that can’t be good for either of our studies. Maybe I should stop kissing you. You know, since we seem to have special kissing powers that have bad effects and all. You’re pretty bad, but me? You won’t have a single brain cell left if we keep going like this for another month or so.”

You lifted up in his arms and murmured to his lips, “Maybe you should stop talking instead.” He snickered into your mouth and tightened his embrace around you. You were on a timeclock, after all, and you intended on making good use of the time you had together.

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thrawns-babygirl · 2 years ago

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Smutty crosshair request?? That’s my bat signal

I think Crosshair is a giant softy once he finds someone he’s fallen for because he knows there’s vulnerability that comes with it and it brings out his soft side and so I think he’s also a major pleasure dom. Yes he wants to call the shots and have control, but he’s going to make sure you’ve experienced every orgasm he can while whispering non stop praises in your ear. Is that stirring the creative pot?? Maybe tall, female reader please???

hard agree on that one anon, I see him loving overstim because like, lets be real, he's got a major competency complex so he would make a challenge out of how many times he can make you fall apart. I didn't get around to writing too much plot for this one so enjoy the smut.

as always likes and reblogs are my lifeblood, let me know what y'all thirsty crosswhores think! I'm always down to get more requests.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Bondage, Overstimulation, Oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, Dirty Talk, Pet Names (Princess)

Word Count: 965

It feels like it’s been forever since you started. Seconds blurring into minutes blurring into hours as Crosshair pulls more pleasure than you thought possible from your writhing form. Your hands are bound above your head with soft silk, your legs are being held apart by Crosshair’s strong hands as he buries his face in your core.

His eyes flick up to yours as his mouth and tongue pull a strangled moan from your throat as another orgasm wracks through your overstimulated form. Finally giving you some reprieve, he sits up, wiping his mouth on his arm as he smirks down at you, a predatory look in his eye as he moves up the bed towards you.

“Oh princess, you look so good beneath me… at my mercy-” licking along the side of your neck up to your ear he whispers “but don’t think I’m done with you yet” letting out a breathy chuckle he moves his head down to your neck, leaving kisses and licks, your skin burning at his touch.

“I love having you at my disposal doll, all tied up where you can do nothing but take everything I have to give you” his lips continue their torturous journey south, licking the skin around your nipple “and I have so much to give you” he purrs before placing the hardened bud in his mouth and soothing his tongue over it. His other hand moves down towards your entrance and begins swirling his fingers against your oversensitive clit, ripping a loud moan from your chest. You attempt to close your long legs, stifle his pleasurable assault on your nerves, but he keeps them apart with his body as he lifts his lips of your chest with a ‘pop’.

“No no princess, none of that, I need to show you how perfect you are, I need to show you how much you affect me” he makes his way back up your body, kissing and nipping up your stomach and chest, moving his tongue over the marks he leaves as he repositions himself above your body, his hard length teasing your slick entrance.

“You were so talkative earlier mesh’la, begging for me… let me hear those beautiful words again” he teases, running his cock along your core, sending shivers through your entire body.

“P-please… fuck me Cross- I want you so bad” you whimper out as he chuckles, continuing to grind himself against you. Every time his length brushes against your clit you twitch and jolt from overstimulation, the line between pleasure and pain blurred a long time ago.

“Of course, my love… anything you desire” he then sheaths himself inside you in a single stroke, moving at a torturously slow pace in and out, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust of his body against yours.

“But perhaps you should be careful what you wish for mesh’la” you moan as he begins a feral pace, fucking you with an almost primal fervour as he begins grunting and groaning above you, his dominant façade never slipping as he pushes you towards the edge yet again. Crosshair is determined to push your body to the limits tonight, and you are more than willing to let him use your body how he sees fit.

He presses his lips to yours again and you can still taste your arousal lingering on his tongue, his mouth swallowing the sounds pouring out of you.

“Kark- princess… it feels like you were made for me- like you were made for taking my cock” his half lidded eyes lock with yours again, “-tell me doll, tell me how you were built for me” his rhythm begins to falter, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I was made for you Cross-” you can’t help the long moan that he rips from your chest “-made for your c-cock… no one can ever satisfy me like you can- y-you ruined me for other men. I’m just for you” lightning shoots across your nerves as he rips yet another orgasm from your trembling and soaked form, the dam bursting as your release covers his crotch.

Crosshair lets out a low groan, your words lighting a fire in his belly. You are his, only his. He was never possessive over his previous lovers, never caring where they found themselves after he had his fill of them, you however, were an entirely different story. You had a special place in his heart and he never wanted to let you go, you were his.

Bringing a hand back down to your clit, pace never faltering as he starts rubbing harsh circles against you again, trying to bring you to climax one more time before he falls over his rapidly approaching peak.

“I know you have one more in you doll, come on…. Let go-” he leans down to kiss you again, smothering your cries as you reach one more almost painful climax thanks to his long talented fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Clenching walls strangle his cock and after a few more harsh thrusts he’s falling over the edge as well, pumping ropes of hot cum inside of you. You lay there panting, staring up into his brown eyes as he holds himself above you before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, trying to steady his breathing.

Sitting up and moving off of you, he begins untying your wrists, soothing over the red marks that your straining against the bonds created. He places a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room to grab something to clean you off with, he was never really one for talking after sex, but when he returns with some water and a warm, damp cloth, you know that his actions speak a lot louder than his words.

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originalcollectionartistry · 2 years ago

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Part 3: No More Waiting

Here is the requested part 3 to Guess I Waited too long. Honestly I just wrote that fic to process my own emotions about episode 13 and did not think I'd get any notice on those fics. I'm so sorry for the long wait! I finally had some reprieve to edit and post but I promise I have been working on it since part 2.

Also that season finale was NOT OKAY!! I cried for a full day so I definitely had to finish this to give myself and others comfort and lots of therapy. After this, I will write quite a few fix it fics if anyone requests them cause that was not on.

I've never really published anything I've written but I would hope this 3 part series gave my fellow Tech lovers a little therapy.

My stories are 18+. Minors begone.

I honestly don't know the word count so enjoy the numberless paragraphs of sex.

Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. PiV sex, unprotected, NSFW, explicit PiV, crude language, aftercare, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), just filth. Pure filth

Also Cid is not a backstabbing asshole in this cause she shouldn't have done that to the boys or Omega

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy you horny bastards!

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You had returned to Pabu over 40 rotations ago and you and Tech had been... less than affectionate. Honestly, you didn't mind. Tech was still quite new to the whole relationship thing and you certainly did not want to push him. You loved the man and would be as patient as possible. But Maker were you horny! Why did he have to be so damned attractive? Everything he did just made you think about how he'd feel against you, inside you. He really did not realise how much you needed him.

Phee had returned shortly after you and the boys, successfully clearing yours and their name. Cid was callous and harsh but she could be understanding when she wanted to be. Besides, the Batch were her best assets. She wasn't going to risk severing ties. Apparently the whole reason she'd left them stranded was the Empire had finally made its way to Ord Mantell. She needed time and a way to keep the boys out of the Empire's sight. Easiest way was keeping them away. Course she had to act all threatening; she couldn't risk anyone think she'd gone soft.

"So... it's safe to come back?" Omega asked.

"Only if ya want. If you're happy on where you are, I'll just send stuff your way. It's how I keep Phee invested." Cid shrugged. Maybe she had changed after all. Or Omega crawled her way into Cid's cold heart.

You looked over at Tech, meeting his eyes. You nodded your head over towards the Marauder, wanting to talk to him. He nodded back and followed you quietly to the ship. You were pacing, which confused him. You hadn't mentioned any upset or anger since the mission so to see you anxious worried him.

"Mesh'la? Is something wrong?"

You looked at your man, your handsome sexy man. "Nothing you can't fix my love... I miss you."

Tech cocked his head to the side. "I'm right here. Why would you miss me?"

You sighed and tapped your lips, a small signal to him that you wanted a kiss. "I miss feeling you darling. We've been busy lately. We haven't had any time together.... alone."

Tech smiled, understanding what you wanted. He approached you, hands finding their place on your hips. Touching his forehead to yours, it was a moment of pure love and intimacy. Neither of you could believe how lucky you were to be together and hoped nothing would ever come between you.

"Well cyare, how do you propose we rectify this? Surely the ship is not a place for such intimate affairs?"

You smiled, knowing he was genuinely curious as to how you'd find time. You weren't worried though; Tech was a man of curiosity. You knew he'd do whatever you wanted him to to make sure you were fully satisfied.

“No but that’s definitely something I’d like to do eventually. We shouldn’t rush it so how about we have dinner tomorrow and just see where the night takes us!”

Tech nodded, giving you a kiss. “Sounds good my darling. Now how about we get back before Wrecker comes looking?”

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Dinner was quiet but sweet. Plus the food was perfect; you and Tech had some sort of connection where you two working in tandem in the kitchen was second nature. This caused every new recipe to be perfect and well done!

Cuddling on the couch in your borrowed home, you felt more than content. You really couldn't be happier. After so much drama, it was nice to have a space your own and settle down. You weren't 100% sure what Tech's thoughts were but you knew him and his brothers had been talking about moving permanently to Pabu and honestly? After the shit you dealt with on Ord Mantell, settling down in a bungalow on an island paradise with the man you love was more than what you'd ever ask for.

Tech pressed his lips to your temple, allowing you to let out a small sigh of happiness. It wasn’t often you two had quiet moments like this. You were either helping around town or tech was working on the ship.

You turned your head upward, wanting a kiss, which Tech happily gave. It was clear you two were pent up however as the chaste kiss soon turned heated, tongues battling for dominance. You were quick to straddle your beau’s waist, slowly grinding down on his crotch. Tech let out a groan of lust at your ministrations, wanting more. He went to push his goggles up over his head but you stopped him.

“Keep them on,” you whispered in his ear. “I want you to see me clearly.” You ground down harder, making Tech cry out in pleasure. “Plus I like you with your goggles on.”

Tech nodded quickly. “Of course mesh’la! Whatever you’d like tonight, it’s yours!” His hand came to your chest, gently palming your sensitive breasts. He wasted no time in gently pulling at the buttons, wanting to see more.

It was a beautiful thing, you thought. That you of all people could make the intelligent clone desperate and inarticulate. It made you swell with pride; giving you the confidence to slowly move off his waist and onto the floor. Unbuckling Tech's belt was a task and a half. You always knew it would be cause dear god that man had ALL the pockets strapped to his waist. Buckle after buckle, you eventually became frustrated enough where you sat back and started pouting.

Tech chuckled, leaning forwards, he took your chin in his hand. "Something wrong, cyare?"

You glared at him and then his pants. "You know damn well what's wrong! YOU HAVE TOO MANY POCKETS!!"

He laughed softly before taking over removing his bottoms. As he removed his jeans he laughed again. "My darling, you must work on your patience. Plus my pockets can hold many things... like remotes to certain toys?"

You gawked, never having considered that. Tech could and probably would make you writhe in constant pleasure while no one would be wise to the situation. The mere idea made you feel your undies become soaked. This was definitely something you’d have to discuss later. Who would’ve known that Tech would be kinky! You loved it and absolutely wanted to explore more scenarios with your love. But right now...

“Just help me undress you, smart-ass!”

Tech laughed before continuing to remove his clothing for you. He knew you had patience but the more desperate you became, the less patience you’d be. He pulled you back up onto his waist, bringing you in for another passionate kiss. Your frustration at his clothing disappearing into his soft lips.

You pulled away and knelt back onto the floor, pulling his cock out of its confines. Your mouth started to water, the tip glistening with pre cum. You gave an experimental lick from the base to the frenulum. You heard Tech suck in a breath, gaining courage to take all of him in your mouth. Eventually finding a rhythm, you bobbed your head, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Tech was gasping, the feeling of your warm mouth overwhelming him. His hands found purchase at the back of your head, gripping your hair at its roots. The slight pressure on your scalp caused you to release a low moan, sending vibrations down Tech’s cock.

“Kark cyare! You’re perfect! It's like your mouth was made for me!”

You smiled, giving him a little suck at his tip as a thank you. You felt him start to buck into your mouth and you knew he was getting close.

“Mesh’la, please! If you keep going like that I’m going to cum. I’d rather do that inside you!” he whimpered.

You pulled off with a pop, smiling gently up at him. “Of course my love. Anything you’d like.”

Now it was your turn to completely undress. Tech had already taken care of your top, leaving you in your bra and pants. You wanted to tease him so you slinked away from your love’s lap, standing before him. You started to sway your hips in a figure 8 motion while feeling yourself up and down. You smirked when you saw Tech lean back and palm himself, obviously liking what he was seeing. Reaching back, you unclipped your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. You chuckled a little at Tech’s expression.

His mouth was pressed into a line, and he was looking up at you desperate for you to do something other than dance. He wanted, no NEEDED, you to touch him. He was stiff, trying not to melt into a puddle of submission to your will. While he loved when you took charge, he really wanted to be in control tonight.

You shimmied out of your pants, pulling your underwear with them. Straddling Tech’s waist again, you started suckling at his neck again, leaving as many marks as possible.

“Darling, as much as I love this, I think we need to move to the bedroom. I would hate for someone to catch us in a state of undress,” Tech panted. He stood, gripping your thighs to keep you where you were. You squealed at the sudden change of position, wrapping your legs tighter round his waist.

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.”

He gently place you on the bed, hovering over your body. His kisses made you breathless but you couldn't muster a care. His lips were too soft, too sweet. Oxygen was overrated anyway, you thought as his lips left yours to trail down your neck again. Leaving little hickies and bruises all over, Tech continued his mission lower, kissing over your breasts, your belly, until he reached his destination. Kissing up your thighs, teasing you, he decided to leave more spots, hickies only he would know about and would remind you who you belong to.

"Teeeccchh!" you whined, "Stop teasing!" You bucked your hips towards his face, wanting to feel his mouth on you.

He smirked, pushing his goggles up his nose. "And who am I to deny such a pretty thing?" One lick from your entrance to your clit had you crying out in pleasure and relief. Finally!

He ate you out like a man dying of thirst, suckling your little button like his life depended on it. You were certain you'd lose your voice before the main event at how much Tech had you crying out and moaning.

"Kriff! Kark Tech! How did you get so good at this?" you cried out.

He only answered in a moan against your clit, sending vibrations down your whole lower half. He may not have had much relationship experience but he did read up and research every single erogenous zone a woman of your species could have. Thankfully, humans were quite easy to research as male and females had similar erogenous zones. Tech paid special attention to your vulva and clit, stimulating it in every way possible.

Once he thought you were sufficiently lubricated, he started probing your entrance with one finger, before sinking inside. You screamed, not expecting it but welcoming the intrusion. His fingers were long and reached that perfect spongy spot just inside. Curling his fingers in a come hither, he added a second and eventually a third.

You felt so incredibly full, becoming more and more overstimulated with each pump of Tech's fingers. You were so close, that knot in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more tight. Tech could feel your clenching around his fingers, knowing you were close to your finish.

"Come on cyare. Cum for me. It's okay," he murmured against your clit.

It didn't take too long for you to reach that precipice. You fell over that edge, every muscle in your body freezing as you saw stars behind your eyes. It took you a moment to catch your breath, Tech gently kissing your thighs as you came down from your high.

"Karking hells... that was amazing love!" you moaned out.

Tech crawled back up your body, kissing every piece of skin he could reach. "Don't pass out on me yet cyar'ika. We're not done yet."

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on your tongue and it made you whimper against him. Tech pulled away and smiled softly as he lined himself with your dripping cunt. Just the feeling of his tip against you made you buck your hips, wanting more.

"You ready darling?"

"Tech, I swear if you don't fuck me, I'll find someone who will!"

Tech laughed, knowing you were all talk. You didn't make yourself suffer through hurt and jealousy just to walk away when he teased. Slowly entering your warm walls, it took every bit of Tech's willpower not to bottom out instantly. You felt so good! So warm, so tight and inviting.

You used your legs to pull Tech deeper, not caring about slow anymore. You needed more! Your movements caused Tech to lose balance and hilt himself inside, making him curse something you never thought you'd hear.

"FUCK darling!! You're going to be the death of me if you keep doing that."

You giggled, rolling your eyes like the brat you were. Tech started to move, slowly in and out, allowing you to become accustomed to his size. You closed your eyes, biting your lip in ecstacy. Thank the Maker for Jango Fett's DNA cause you knew every clone would be well endowed but Tech was genetically enhanced so you knew his intelligence came with other perks as well.

Tech started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours deliciously. His pelvic bone gently hit your clit with every thrust, it did not take very long for your orgasm to approach quickly again. Why did he have to be so good at this? He'd give you so much pleasure you'd be unable to walk. Tech was perfect in every way, shape and form.

Wanting to prolong, you used all your strength to flip Tech over so you'd be on top.

"Taking control are we, cyare?"

In response you ground down, loving the hiss of pleasure he drew. Grinding down gently, you teased him. Tech bucked up into you, letting you know it wasn't fair to tease.

"Darling please! You know I don't last long in this position! The angle in which I enter you is quite possibly the most pleasurable and if i continue at this pace I won't last and be able to give you the pleasure you deserve."

You smiled, loving it when he started to go on a tangent. Knowing this particular one was because of you was delicious to say the least. So, you tortured him a little longer. You continued to ride him, bracing yourself on his chest. Tech's hands flew to your hips, forcing you down even more onto his cock with each thrust. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving little crescent marks on his pecs. You could feel him start to stutter his hips and while you loved the feeling of it, you did not want the fun to end yet. This was the man you loved and you were going to give him whatever he wanted at this point. So you flipped back over, letting him be back on top.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. You heart was bursting and you once again felt that little knot becoming tighter and tighter. This time, you did not want to tease. Tech thrusted harder and faster, feeling your cunt pulse and grip him like a vice. His hips stuttered a bit and you both knew neither would last much longer.

"Darling, where?"

You moaned loudly, loving the feelings you had. "Inside me my love! Fill me up with your cum!"

A few thrusts later, you felt warmth spreading through your lower half and felt Tech release inside you. You fell off your precipice, seeing the galaxy behind your eyelids. Muscles tensed and relaxed, riding your orgasm out.

You felt Tech collapse against you, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little kisses. You relaxed your legs from around his waist and he turned you both onto your sides, cuddling into you further.

"You feeling okay?" you rasped, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm" he moaned. Tech lifted his head and adjusted his goggles. "More than okay cyare. I'm spent."

You laughed a little at that, feeling the exact same. Tech got out of bed, leaving you a little shiver at the lack of his body heat, but promptly returned with two canteens and a wet cloth. Spreading your legs, he gently wiped away any cum that was left on your skin. He gently encouraged you to go pee because "urination helps with clearing out any disease or sperm that may be left" but you scoffed.

"I'll pee later! Just come cuddle me please? I need a nap after that."

Nodding, Tech crawled back in next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. Snuggling in, you inhaled a breath of his scent, loving the man. You felt your heart rates calm down and slow as you cuddled. You were essentially fucked out and loved Tech for knowing your body so well.

"You're thinking very loudly mesh'la."

You smiled and curled into his chest more. "I'm sorry love. Just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too my darling. Now try and get some sleep. I have set tomorrow aside for us and I plan to use it well."

You smiled, blushing hard. You didn't know what Tech had in mind but you were excited for it. A whole uninterrupted day with the man you love? A certain yes please.

You slipped Tech's goggles off his head and set them on the nightstand. No indents for this clone. As you looked over you felt a rush of emotion run through you.

No more waiting you thought. You both had waited long enough to be together. Blast the Empire, the rebellion, the crime lords and everything horrible in the galaxy. You had everything you needed right there next to you.

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Hopefully it's what you all hoped for! As always criticism is always welcome as long as its kind and constructive. Thank you for all the love in the last month or so. If anyone wants anymore please feel free to reach out with requests!

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fishstyx · 4 years ago

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it's always the quiet ones.

featuring. fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

wc. 1.4k

genre. dark/taboo, smut

tw. 18+ nsfw, noncon, intoxication/alcohol, anal penetration, virginity, choking, dacryphilia, creampie

synopsis. a little bit of jungle juice and megumi is skipping bases.

Megumi tries not to think about it sober.

That is, what it’d feel like with one hand wrapped around your neck, breath bated as he preps your asshole with the other. Would tears well up in your eyes as he forces his cock into your twitching heat? Would cum spill from your gaping hole when he finishes inside you?

He’s way ahead of himself and he knows it, doesn’t have the slightest clue what your other hole feels like—hasn’t had a single taste of you in bed before. He’s doing his best to curb his curiosity, really, but lately he’s finding it harder and harder to put his demons to sleep when he’s got a little something in his system.

You’re not exactly in your right mind either, tonight, clinging to his arm at the party when you know it’s all he can do just to tolerate the slightest amount of PDA. But the throng of moving bodies swallows you whole and it feels like just the two of you in this time and space; you’re only able to hear each other over the blaring music anyway, as if the reality between you both is the only one that truly exists.

But then you’re wobbling in place, antsy movements signaling your approaching departure when he’s been secretly hoping that you’ll never let go. Your words come out a slur, a poorly pronounced “‘m going to the bathroom,” no vowel left unstretched as you peel away and turn your heel.

And as much as Megumi would love to play it cool, to wait for you by the door like a responsible boyfriend should, the curve of your ass in your favorite night time outfit lures him in behind you. You’re so out of it that you don’t even notice when the door shuts closed.

It’s all a blur from the moment you realize you’re not alone in the bathroom. He’s crept upon you unawares, was probably the one to lock the door properly when you completely forgot to. And if the mirror’s reflection wasn’t proof enough, he’s hunched over you now, lips barely grazing your ear as he whispers:

“I bet we could get away with it in here.”

And you giggle.

A fit of giggles.

A string of them, all stitched together by a stray hiccup or two as you raise your arms in compliance.

“I bet we could.”

You never would’ve guessed that your first time would be in a place like this, surrounded by people yet visible to no one. You can feel the thump of the music even from here, the beat of the bass still thrumming at your feet, familiar pop melody buzzing in your bones.

Is this really Megumi? My Megumi? you question in fragmented wonder, but the thought quickly dissipates as he gets you undressed. It’s such a freeing change of pace from the oppressive air that hangs outside, a heavy blanket of heat and perspiration and sweat-slicked clothing.

You’re still laughing when his pants drop, head swirling in dizzying anticipation. Because it all feels so surreal, how honest you’re being, how honest he’s being. He’s hardly ever let his touch wander before, yet now he’s pressing his hard on against that perfect ass of yours, hands ghosting over your thighs and up your chest as he rocks his hips into you.

You’re still laughing when he tugs at your underwear. He could do this all night long, dry hump himself to completion again and again if only that were enough for you, too—but the wet patch evidenced by the fabric reminds him otherwise.

You’re still laughing when his fingers meet your slick, laughing at how someone’s banging the door while your boyfriend pets your leaking slit, laughing and laughing and laughing. It’s sloppy work at best, but he’s buzzed and you’re buzzed, the core of your body practically singing with praises at his every touch. It reeks of booze and stink and sour and you can’t get enough of it. You push your sweet spot into the palm of his hand in an attempt to help him out, unable to hide your disappointment when he draws back unexpectedly.

But then he’s thumbing at your neglected little puckered asshole, painting it glossy with your own dripping juices. It’s been distracting him this whole time, after all, practically presenting itself to him from this angle—wholly unbeknownst to you yourself. You stiffen, pressing your back flush into his chest, so very sure that he couldn’t possibly be into that.

“Gumi, that’s the wrong hole,” you say, voice hushed as you try to move his hand away, but it’s no use. Your eyes widen in panic as he pushes you down with ease, full weight anchoring you to the sink countertop. He’s never made show of it but he’s clearly much stronger, undoubtedly several times the brawn needed to overpower you. Your legs kick as his thumb sinks deeper—a knuckle? Two knuckles? Not that it really matters, since either way...

You’re not laughing anymore.

Because the person behind you, the one who’s ignoring your words of protest as he replaces his thumb with a pair of fingers, scissoring you apart exactly where you told him not to—that person is most definitely not your Megumi.

The knocking at the door has stopped; the silence is deafening.

And all of a sudden, you feel utterly alone.

“Megumi, it burns,” you plead, voice climbing until you can finally separate it from the thunderous quietude, but he only holds you down by the neck, spitting on his fingers before reworking your walls.

It’s hard for you to stand still like this, but you can’t tell if your legs are shaking out of fatigue or in reaction to his ministrations. You struggle to deliberate—the sensation in your ass morphing into something familiar yet strange—while Megumi simply decides it’s the latter.

There’s little warning when he deems you ready. He comes to full halt in an instant, the instant when he finally snaps and can’t bear to wait another second. He doesn’t even give himself time to admire his handiwork, doesn’t relish in the way that your walls flutter around nothing the moment he pulls out. The very next moment, he finds himself violating you past the point of no return instead.

It feels impossibly full.

You scramble for purchase on the counter as he doubles back, your forehead nearly hitting the mirror when he lurches forward again, desperate to relieve his pent-up fantasies.

“Holy shit, it’s tight,” he hisses, as if he isn’t fucking his lover but just some onahole fleshlight. With gritted teeth he snaps his hips repeatedly, chokehold stiffening as the pace devolves into rhythmless abandon. It feels new, it feels weird, it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your mind fumbles to make sense of it, forever oscillating between ‘oddly satisfying’ and ‘downright disgusting.’

All streams of consciousness seem to freeze when he hits a spot so sensitive you think you’re paralyzed from the waist down. You’re set ablaze, the pressure leaving you tingling and confused. Even when he misses the mark your body screams for more, pulsating with primal need.

You feel lightheaded, lack of airflow one of the few things you can focus on, and Megumi swears he can feel you suddenly clamp down on him. Every noise is blurring into each other, from your fruitless whines to the sound of his balls slapping your skin, and you can hardly tell up from down when he blows his load.

Maybe that’s what sends you over the edge: the warmth that fills your abused insides as if to reward them for all their trouble. No, you’re not cumming. You’re crying, the release of your frustration rolling off your cheeks and falling flat on the countertop, the only reprieve from the unfamiliar feeling, warm and sticky and unfair in your injured hole.

Megumi’s too busy riding out his orgasm to notice, grip on your neck loosening as you milk out the last of his semen. He watches the place where your bodies connect with intent, the thought of pulling out never quite crossing his mind. His gaze doesn’t so much as falter until you’re oozing his seed, his wildest dreams come true in vivid quality.

It’s only when he catches your eye in the mirror that he sees the trails of tears that stain your face, admires the way they catch the light when you shake your head, “No more, please stop, it’s too much…”

He hardens instantly.

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stargazingthenightaway · 3 years ago

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See Something You Like? Part 1

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Oral (female receiving) unwanted attention (not from main character) Dom!Rex

A/N: So I’ve decided to write a few, but what I thought would be a one shot has turned into this monster, so I’ve decided to break it down. Not sure how long it’ll be, but I get the feeling it’ll be at least 3 parts. This is inspired by @samrubio art especially her Rex pieces, go check it out! Also, if I missed any warning tags, let me know :)

It was a rarity for the firing range to be this empty. Usually it was crammed to the walls with training drills for new recruits, post mission vent sessions with the faceless targets or if you were unlucky, the cocky fly-boys trying to one-up each other, seeing who had the better ‘blaster’. If you were really unlucky, instead of leaving, their attention would turn to whoever they thought would enjoy their company, which consisted of what barely passed as a conversation before leading to the real objective, servicing the dangly bit between their legs. Their limp pick up line “I’ve got another blaster you can handle sweet cheeks” was in just as much need of an overhaul as their piloting skills. Sadly, you’ve been on the receiving end of these lack-lustre ‘invitations’ far too often and are quick to shut them down. It’s become so repetitive you can time it to the second when they make their appearance. All these boys are the same, give them a flight suit, a ship and they think they’re the Maker’s gift to the galaxy.

‘They’re just so immature’ you think to yourself, a scowl on your face. Your last rebuffed fly-boy hasn’t gotten the memo that you’re not interested and continues to pester you. As if you’d want to spend 30 seconds listening to a dying bantha grunt into your ear, fumbling to get himself off and counting down until you’re smothered in dissatisfaction. Hard. Pass.

The only reason you have some peace is because they’re out on a mission, but you will take the reprieve. It’s a joy to have an opportunity to fit in some blaster practice without an audience. While you weren’t the worst shot in the rebellion, you certainly weren’t the best, but with enough practice you hope you’ll be placed on some off-planet missions.

Sliding into an empty booth, you pick up one of the safety helmets, placing it on your head and type in one of the easier simulation codes on the keypad on the side of the wall. As the program calibrates, you remove the blaster from its holster on your thigh, flicking off the safety and settling into your stance. Breathe in, breathe out, shoot. This mantra helps get a rhythm going and soon you’re oblivious to everything around you except your target. The steady stream of blaster fire rings out, mixed with the sounds of high tings for each successful hit and clunky thunks with each miss. It’s pleasing to note that with each round there are more tings than there are thunks. Soon you’re drifting off with the repetitive movements, your thoughts going through your encounters with him.

Captain Rex, member of the Ghost crew and key participant of the rebellion. A legend in his own right. You had first seen him in passing, bringing up some data pads needed for a debrief and you just happened to look in his direction as you were leaving, and stars did you look. He was thick everywhere. His armour did nothing to hide his size as your gaze travelled from his barrel chest, to his thick waist, finally ending at his powerful thighs. Rex has the kind of body that makes you want to rub yourself all over him like a nexu in heat. As he spoke with Agent Fulcrum, Rex crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tight over his biceps, and your mouth watered. You were so busy ogling that Rex had finished his conversation and looked over your way.

Seeing you staring he gives you a small smirk and a wink before mouthing “see something you like?” You swear he flexed his arms a bit as he did that.

The smirk on his face grows as you feel your face heat up, hightailing it out of the debriefing room and making your way back to your office. It’s quite a while before your blush goes away, and more than one person asks if you’re feeling well.

The next time you saw him was a bit more hands-on and it still makes you clench your thighs together when you recall this particular memory. You’d been paired as sparring partners, and if you thought Rex looked good in his armour, he was downright edible stripped down to a simple training shirt and grey sweatpants. The shirt stretched in all the right places and the pants were loose enough to provide movement where it was needed, but just snug enough to tease you about what he was packing.

You were so distracted that he easily put you on your back, repeatedly. Each time he knocked you over his thighs would bracket your own, your hands pinned by your head and the rest of his body caging you in. How in the Sith hells were you supposed to concentrate if this was exactly where you wanted to be! You clawed at whatever self-restraint you still possessed to not rub up against him, but maker he made it difficult.

After the final throw Rex settled on your thighs and smirked down at you “What’s the matter mesh’la?” He took in your flushed cheeks, “You seem distracted, I didn’t think you’d take everything I gave you so easily.”

Your face was on fire, your brain traitorously giving you ideas of what else you’d take from him, and how well you’d enjoy it.

“Surely you can get me on my back.” You eyes snapped up to his, “all you need to do is use your hips and thrust.”

Fuck.

You felt yourself get wet as a throb built up between your legs from just his voice alone. You needed to finish whatever this had become so you could finish your own needs, preferably in the privacy of your own bunk. With a strength that surprised even you, you took Rex’s advice to thrust your hips up, bracing you leg to provide enough leverage to push him over. The look of surprise on his face that you took his words to heart was something you would never forget.

As you settled over his waist, his hands came up to your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Knew you could do it” His surprise had turned into a beatific smile, looking up at you as his hands squeezed your hips. “Good girl.”

The triumphant words die on your lips as you look down at him and see exactly how you’re positioned. Your hands are braced on his chest and your thighs have splayed out to the sides to fit over his waist. There is a pleasant ache along your inner thighs from the stretch. If anyone saw the suggestive scene of the pair of you right now, the gossip hotline would be buzzing for months. You made a motion to move but Rex’s hands keep you snug against himself. His thumbs had made their way under the edge of your shirt and traced light circles over your skin. Arousal flooded your veins and you felt your slick starting to soak your panties.

You look back up to Rex’s face and he tightens his grip “See something you like mesh’la?”

Before you could answer the door burst open, causing the two of you to startle, zoning back in to the present. Chatter filled the room as Wolffe and Gregor brought in the next group of ‘shinies’ for sparring practice. The bubble of intimacy had burst and you hurriedly got off Rex, babbling some thanks about the advice before bolting out of the room. That was six weeks ago, the Ghost having left on a mission, taking Rex with them.

The buzzer in your booth goes off, signalling the end of the simulation. You’re not ready to head back to the responsibilities of intelligence just yet, so you up the intensity of another exercise and when you’re happy with your rhythm, let your thoughts turn back to Rex.

He’d become the prominent figure in all your fantasies. Before that, neither your toys or your hands would work to get you off, leaving you frustrated and horny. In a fit of desperation you thought back to your spar, but instead of sitting on Rex’s waist you were sitting on his face.

You imagined how his arms would wrap around your thighs, muscles flexing to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you to, and that’s on his tongue. Moans fill the room as he slowly eats you out, long licks up your folds to harsh sucks on your clit. The vibrations from his groans sending you spiralling to the edge, only for him to back off when you’re so close, leaving you sobbing and trembling with need. He’d leave little nibbles and bites along your inner thighs as he waits for the trembling to stop, and his beard, fuck. Rex would nuzzle the side of his face along your legs, leaving more marks that you were his. Letting you know that he was the only one that could give you the satisfaction you craved. You’d squirm, just to feel him tighten his hold, knowing that he controlled your pleasure.

“Look at me,” he’d growl before licking up your slit, drinking you down, “want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on my tongue.” This sends another rush of slick from your core, the feeling in your belly coiled tight, waiting to snap. You yelp as there’s a sharp bite to your thigh.

“You like it when I tell you to watch” Rex grins from between your thighs, and you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his beard. Stars that is hot. There is a feral look in his golden eyes “Next time I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of a mirror, show you how wet you get for me.”

Your needy whine of approval turns into a lascivious moan as Rex plunges his tongue into your heat, rapidly bringing your orgasm back to the edge, but this time he doesn’t stop. His tongue speeds up, alternating between fluttering around your opening and pushing in as far as he can, nose pressed into your clit. All too soon you’re flying over the edge into sweet oblivion.

With a choked scream you cum, legs clamped tight around Rex’s head, his arms pulling you closer as his tongue working furiously to collect everything that you give him. He groans in delight and that sets off another small orgasm which has you seeing white. When you finally come down from your high you look back down at Rex, a blissed out expression on your face.

Rex has to practically lift you off him, moving you down so that you’re straddling his waist and conveniently nestling his cock between your folds, and that’s another part of him you’re all too eager to get to know.

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, Rex puts a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your closer. You don’t need to be force sensitive to feel how smug he is, it’s written all over his face and the possessive arm draped around your waist.

He nuzzles your nose when you’re close enough, before whispering two devastating words “Good girl.”

A blaring sound yanks you out of your daydream, and you realize that you’ve stopped shooting at the targets. The noise is the warning alarm that the simulation will shut off after 30 more seconds of inactivity. What it is is an inconvenience. You slam the pause button a little more forcefully than you need to, too riled up from your own fantasy simulation. It seems to have worked a little too well, judging by ache between your legs.

Putting the safety back on your blaster, you drop it onto the shelf in front of the booth opening. Thinking back, there was something in Rex’s eyes as he called you “good girl” that you can’t quite put your finger on. Discovering that you enjoyed being praised was one thing, but it seemed that Rex was holding something back, something that had to do with that phrase. Not knowing what it was set you on edge, that it could be something about you and that feeling didn’t sit well.

There was just something about him that makes you crave his attention, wanting to please him so he’d call you “good girl” again. You shiver as you think about how he looked between your thighs, how wide you had to stretch to fit him between you legs.

You groan to yourself, knowing you’re well and truly gone on this man, and that you’d let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as you could be his good girl. You lean forward against the small shelf, burying your head in your arms.

“Fuuuuck me.”

“Am I interrupting something, mesh’la?”

To be continued

#Captain Rex #Rex #Oldman Rex #Rex x reader #Rebel Rex x reader #First fic #Yay me #Cue internal panic #Started from a blurb now we're here #Inspired by art #I need a Rex in my life

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starsinmylatte · 3 years ago

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Desiderium ch 1: Vestiges of the Past

Hi friends! I'm finally back on my regularly scheduled bullshit after graduating from college, so please have the first chapter of my Silco x OC fic as an apology. I hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Silco x Original female character

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) minors DNI I will disintegrate your kneecaps

Word count: 2.3k

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Tags/warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, angst and eventual comfort, canon-typical violence, blood and injury, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, slow burn, mid-sized female character

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Saying that Silco’s day had gone to shit was an understatement. It was barely noon, and the most feared man in Zaun was in the kind of foul mood that usually took a whole day to cultivate. He was already nursing his second glass of whiskey, this one even more full than the last. Time of day didn’t really matter in the preternatural, constant grey haze of the undercity, or at least that’s what he told himself.

Silco scowled at nothing in particular as he absentmindedly swirled the amber liquor around his lowball glass. He downed the whole thing in one deep draft, and the alcohol traced a fiery path down his throat. It gave a different, almost cathartic pain to distract from his throbbing headache. He slammed the glass down on the desk in frustration, and the force of the impact was enough to send the ice sliding up the side with a satisfying clink. Silco traded the glass for the papers littering his desk, muttering vehemently under his breath as he flipped through them, “failed mission, incomplete report, shipment seized…. Fuck”.

The papers quickly received the same rough treatment as the glass, swiftly spreading across his desk in a fan of his subordinates’ latest failures. Taking over The Last Drop and expanding the shimmer operation meant hiring more new workers was necessary, but they somehow managed to be overwhelmingly disappointing. Silco pushed away from his desk in frustration, massaging his temples. He slowly turned his chair around to face the ornate window behind him and rested his aching head against the high back of his chair. The dim, green glow that defined the undercity greeted him as he pushed his hair back from his face, “some people seem to need a little extra encouragement to do their jobs properly,” he grumbled.

His reprieve was short-lived. Loud, hurried footsteps in the hallway and a sharp knock on his office door jolted Silco upright. He heard the click of the handle turning before he could even start to speak and immediately knew something was wrong. Normally, nobody would dare enter without permission; he had certainly made enough of an example of the last poor sap to try it.

The person rushed in and quickly shut the door behind them. Their breathless panting signaled that they had run all the way here, but it was broken up by small grunts of pain. A soft, steady dripping noise was audible, and Silco inwardly sighed.

At least I’ll get the pleasure of scaring the shit out of whoever this is; Sevika would’ve already spoken up, and Jinx never knocks.

He slowly turned around, eyebrow arched expectantly, and tone dangerously calm as he spoke, “What do you want?”

The man in his office was doubled over, either desperately trying to regain his breath or attempting to stay conscious. At first glance, he looked like he’d been mauled by a wild animal, but that description did his injuries no justice. Deep, angry scratches and several bite marks thoroughly canvassed the exposed skin of his arms and torso. The torn front of his shirt was stained deep crimson, and the rag he held to the side of his face was saturated with blood that steadily dripped onto the floor. Slowly, Silco realized he was the new hire Sevika took with her this morning on patrols.

Any ire Silco had felt was quickly replaced by icy fingers of dread clawing down his spine. “Where is she?”

The man struggled to speak, coughing up even more blood onto the floor with a horrid, gurgling sound. Finally, after what seemed like a small eternity, he managed to choke out a few words. “Se..vika fine…. bringing…. her.”

Her?

Despite the vague statement, silent relief flooded Silco as he fished his cigar box out of his desk drawer. He wasn’t familiar with this new hire, but the burly man didn’t look like he would be easy to seriously injure. However, whoever had done this much damage hadn’t managed to take Sevika out. Few things could make the day worse, but losing his right hand to an unknown danger so soon into being the reigning kingpin of the undercity would certainly be one of them.

“Go get Singed to put you back together.” Silco’s tone was still icily calm, but it no longer held the same dangerous edge. Now, it merely reflected the cold disinterest of a powerful man that he tried so hard to cultivate. Emotions were not something the newly crowned Eye of Zaun could afford to regularly show. They were complicated, messy, and the last bit of damning evidence that he still had a heart.

He plucked a cigar out of its gilded box and slid the drawer shut as the mercenary visibly winced. The healing process Singed used would arguably hurt worse than the injury itself, but the mercenary also knew better than to argue or be ungrateful. He opened his mouth to try and voice his thanks, but Silco stopped him with an exasperated wave of his hand.

“My floor doesn’t need any more blood on it. Get out.”

The man nearly tripped over himself as he hurried out of the office. He left the door wide open, much to Silco’s further annoyance.

“At least it’ll be open for Sevika and whoever she’s dragging in,” he muttered.

He expertly trimmed the end of his cigar and lit it, taking time to savor the taste. In the quiet moment before the storm, each extra second of respite was a luxury. The calming effects of the nicotine hit, and the comforting, spicy aroma of his preferred tobacco blend filled the air as Silco turned his attention back to the paperwork. He had no idea what to expect, but he’d be damned if he looked surprised by it. After all, a good poker face was priceless in Zaun, and Silco had one of the best.

He didn’t have to wait long. More footsteps approached and stopped outside his door; one pair sounded steady, and the other seemed decently unstable. Every so often, the sound of the unsteady footsteps would change into the unmistakable sound of feet being drug across the floor. Silco heard Sevika say something in a low, decently threatening tone before they stepped inside, and he simply continued filling out the paperwork. He quickly finished the last tally and looked up. Silco tried to remain impassive, but what was sitting in front of him was far more interesting than anything he could’ve expected.

The woman’s head was covered with a sack, presumably to discourage any more biting, and her arms were bound tightly behind her back. However, that was relatively normal; many of Silco’s more unwilling visitors were brought in with some form of head covering to protect their handler. What was abnormal in this situation was the woman’s appearance.

From the state of the guard, he was anticipating a large, muscular woman with a build like Sevika. At the very least, Silco expected to see one of the various female mercenaries that worked for the other Chem Barons. This woman was very clearly neither. Now, Silco was definitely smart enough not to underestimate the damage a woman could do, but everything about this girl screamed that she was deeply out of place.

I’m sure part of Vash’s current condition is due to a grave miscalculation of the woman’s abilities. I can hardly blame him.

Silco leaned back in his chair, studying the sight in front of him, a slightly sardonic smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The violence was the most brutal, animalistic thing he’d seen since Deckard ripped through the enforcers, but the source of this incident was surprisingly easy on the eyes.

Her dress was blackened with grime from the streets and nearly torn to shreds, but it was obviously once beautiful and would have been right at home among Piltover’s elite. It was a white and gold confection that hugged every generous curve of the short woman’s body like it had been tailor-made. The deep v-shaped cut in the front was accentuated by gold and displayed her decolletage like a prize, but even a Zaunite prostitute would have worn a more practical dress. A deep slit had been torn in the form-fitted skirt to allow for easier movement, but the dress was still as out of place in Zaun as a dove would be among ravens.

Sevika walked over to shut the door. “Vash found her outside one of the storehouses. After I pulled her off of him, she wouldn’t say a word. I figured you’d want to see her.”

Some distant part of Silco’s brain registered the man’s name, but most of his attention was still focused on the woman in front of him. Her exposed skin was filthy, bloody, and bruised in many places, but otherwise, it was easy to tell she lacked the scars and marks that years of continuous life in the undercity left on all Zaunites.

The woman had very obviously been through hell and back; she wore no shoes under the ragged hem of the dress, and her feet were cracked and bleeding as if she’d been running for days. However, her posture did not match the battered condition of her appearance. Her head was slightly bowed, but her whole body was tensed as if she were a wild animal, ready to fight or flee at a moment’s notice.

Silco’s mind raced.

This woman is obviously from Piltover. Vash underestimating her would explain his injuries to an extent….. but she was able to cause that kind of damage, and she still has fight left in her?

He looked up and raised a single questioning eyebrow at Sevika, who merely shrugged in response and gestured up and down at the dress in a manner that very clearly said, “What the fuck?”.

Silco waved his hand in exasperation and motioned for Sevika to remove the sack. He picked a knife off his desk, flipping it open and studying the fine edge of the blade.

Far be it from me to not learn from the mistakes of others.

Sevika slashed through the tie in one fluid motion and ripped the sack off her head. White-blonde curls sprang free from their confines, and Silco instantly felt his world slam to a halt. They were as filthy and bloodstained as the dress, but they were still achingly familiar. He had only ever seen them on one other girl- the first girl he had ever loved and the first person who ever betrayed him.

It can’t be.

The heart Silco pretended not to have anymore started to ache. Memories flashed through his mind at a rapid-fire pace. A beautiful girl with a head of curly blonde hair drinking and laughing beside him and Vander, celebrating their first successful mission….. the first time he held her close and claimed her soft lips with his own…. and the day he found the note that broke his heart.

The woman’s chest heaved as she greedily sucked in the fresh air, cleavage threatening to spill over the tight neckline of the dress. She visibly steeled herself and glared up at Silco, her forest-green eyes barely focused but still burning with a baleful inner fire. Her plush lips were drawn back into a muted snarl, revealing bloodstained teeth. However, as soon as her eyes connected with his, the fury shifted to disbelief and utter confusion. Finally, after what seemed like a small eternity, her beautiful eyes settled on one emotion: heartbreak.

“Sil….?”

A clear, bell-like voice Silco never thought he’d hear again rang out in the room as the woman spoke. He didn’t feel his grip on the knife loosen, but some part of his brain registered the sound of it clattering to the floor. The sound echoed in his head as the woman closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as if to dispel a vision.

She opened her eyes once more, and a single tear slid down her cheek, trailing a clean line to contrast the blood and grime caked on her face. Her exhaustion seemed to catch her all at once, and she crumpled in the chair. She fell to the side, but her hands were still bound, so the chair fell with her.

Silco was out of his own seat and around the desk before he knew it, but Sevika was faster. She caught the edge of the chair and hauled it back upright, bringing the woman back with it in one strong pull.

Her head lolled to the side, seemingly lifeless, and Silco felt his world stop a second time. Sevika reached over and checked her wrist for a pulse, still not daring to put her hands near her mouth or head.

“Faint, but still there.”

“Singed. Now.” Silco croaked, barely managing to get the words out. They felt stuck in his throat, and the world was swimming. “Whatever he has to do.”

She nodded brusquely and slashed the bonds that tied the woman’s wrists together. In a fluid motion, she scooped the bloody woman into her arms and rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.

Silco fell to his knees in front of the chair.

She left. She’s back… but she left. She left me. She left me alone….

He wished he could rip out his heart; make this pain finally stop. Of all the cruel tricks the universe had played on him, this one was by far the most painful. A thin, barely noticeable stream of tears fell from his closed eye as the ruined one blankly stared at the chair she had just inhabited.

Selene.

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10millionyearsdungeon · 3 years ago

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Acts of Contrition

A/N: Heeeey, it’s been a while. Like...a long time while. Shaking the rust off, this is for @chiwhorei and their Heavenly Bodies collab (*see here*). No beta, we die like everyone else. Per the theme, and as a send off to my fellow fallen saint and recovering Catholic, it’s a kind of riff on a prayer? Not my best Shindou, but it’s Shindou all the same. Really need to revisit this guy. ANYWAYS--

TW: Sacrilegious themes, Oral (giving/receiving), Dacryphilia, Spit, Corruption, implied monster fucking (because why not?), mild exhibitionism, squirting, mild cockwarming ================================================

Your whole life, you always tried so hard to be everything your parish priest and father wanted you to be; pious, virtuous, radiant-- the epitome of the girl-next-door with a rosary tucked between your breasts and a prayer on your lips. It was your wholesome, squeaky-clean image that initially drew his attention and had you malingering on your knees with your mouth gaping and drooling into the carpet bristles of your parish confession booth.

"Got something to confess, sweetheart?" Shindou grinned in the darkness as you gazed up at him from your knees, nose pressed into the curling pubic hair tickling your mouth as he twitched down your throat. He held you there until your eyes began to roll back and tears threatened to break free from your waterline in trails of smudged ink down your flushing cheeks. You could taste his disappointment when they didn't fall, and he curled his thick fingers into your hair to rip you from his length. Incense and shame burned down your throat and into your lungs as you gasped for reprieve. His smirk was a gleaming scythe, all but signaling the beginning of your end.

"Please, more," you begged, scrambling to clutch his parted knees and nudge his cock closer to your waiting mouth. "More." His hum vibrated the dust lingering in the cramped space, as if he needed time to carefully consider what was originally his idea. "Shindou, yo--"

Gagged by his fingers, your tongue laved over his thick digits and your voice rose into unintelligible moaning. Your saliva ran down his wrist and your chin in thin rivers to the carpet digging into your knees. "Ah, ah. I asked for your confession, not for your begging. Perhaps I need to keep this pretty mouth busy while you take your penance." Eager to please, you nodded furiously into his hand, gagging and spluttering over his fingers as he twisted your body in half. The humble pleated skirt draped over your ass like a dainty envelope, the flash of white cotton panties plastered with slick against your pussy an invitation he couldn't deny-- he tore away the flimsy fabric with his teeth and whistled low at the silvery strings of slick still binding you to your underwear. You always forgot how strong Shindou was when he had a goal set before him.

"Mm, let's begin," he purred into your cunt, the sudden lash of his tongue against your neglected clit nearly tipping you into exaltation.

"H-hewl mwwwree fughlo gwssss," you babbled over his fingers as they dug almost painfully into your tongue. Cheek pressed hard into his knee, you heaved into his skin as your eyes rolled back into your skull with another skillful swipe of his tongue teasing your spasming whole. "Haaorrtsswiffee."

"C'mon, sweetness, you can do better than that. Really enunciate. It doesn't count if He can't understand you." Your toes curled in your knee socks as another wave of ecstacy washed over you with a flick of his sinner's tongue against your swelling clit. With a bend of his wrist, he tickled down your throat and dug his teeth into the swell of your ass when you gagged around them. "So tight. Do better. You know you want to. You asked for this, sweetheart." He retracted his fingers from your panting mouth, tracing the slick, bruised skin of your lips before he gave your hair a gentle pet.

"H-hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee…" you began again trembling over every word earning another vicious bite to your inner thigh. Shindou moaned into your scent tracing his tongue over the darkening bruise.

"Y'know, I'm feeling like a Hail Mary isn’t good enough. Let's try again," Shindou hoisted you into his lap, chest pressed firmly into your back as he lined the head of his cock, glistening with dewy precum, with the touch-starved maw of your cunt aching to stretch around him. Ever the tease, he tapped at your entrance, grinning at the sticky slapping of flesh on flesh as you squirmed to better accommodate him in the booth.

"Oh, my God!" You nearly screamed, sheathing him within you in one turbulent bounce. He barked out a laugh, dark eyes glittering in the shadows as he lifted your hips again with his teeth on your neck. "I-i-i'm heart-heartily so-sorry for haaah-ving offend..fuck, offended thee…" His pace was an idle one, but the vicious gnashing of his teeth burying into your neck made the aching around his cock pale in comparison. He needed you shamed, broken and sobbing out for release before he'd taste satisfaction.

"And I de-detest all my sins moh-ost s-sincerely because they d-disp-please thee." Pried open for him to abuse, Shindou let his hands wander beneath the carefully starched collared shirt and loosened tie to tease your pert, overly sensitive nipples through the fabric of your simple bra. He searched your face as he thrust up into you, knowing it wouldn't be long before those tears would begin to fall. "My God!" you gasped.

"Keep going," he groaned, tugging your blouse open and shoving your bra out of the way. He devoured the full-body shudder of your exposure, dragging his tongue up along your ear with a sigh. "You're so gorgeous when you break," he whispered, earning a hiccuping whine and the bubble of sobs he had waited so patiently for. Gyrating onto his cock, you couldn't stop the tears staining your cheeks with mascara as he rutted into you. Glancing down at where your bodies fused into one, you whimpered out the next verse as your cream dribbled down his balls.

"M-my God, who art so-oh deserving of all my love…"

"All your love, princess?"

"Ah-ah-ah!" He busied his free hand between your spread legs, rubbing tight circles on your clit. With a jump, you keened back into him and sobbed out wordlessly. Shindou ran his tongue to capture a stray tear from your hairline and moaned into the taste as he redoubled his efforts. "All my love f-for thy infinite good-fuck-goodness and--"

"And what? C'mon, finish like a good girl." Every thrust into your clenching heat had your body tensing like piano wire tuned by a master. His pulse vibrated through your core, loosening your tongue as he continued to tease and tug at your darkening nipples. “Most ah-amiable perfections…” He smirked into your hair, breath condensing on your neck like incense cloaking you in his scent. “I firmly pu-purpose by Thy Holy Grace never more--” Eyes rolling back, you stuttered and bucked fitfully back into the hardened planes of his lap. Your voice rose, cutting through the confessional booth and earning a satisfied grunt from the two-faced demon splaying your cunt wide for the congregation to observe if anyone dare open the door. “Never more,” you cried. Shindou paused, content to flex his length into your warmth while you sobbed out another broken, “Never more.” He dug his nails into your breasts, roughing your tender flesh to coax another wave of shuddering sobs and glistening tears from your weeping eyes. He sighed into your skin, dragging his lips along the moistened trails of shame and relief running down your jaw and cheek. “Please,” you whispered, rocking your hips fruitlessly to your own end. He hushed you as if silencing a toddler and stilled your hips with a single stroke. “Ah ah ah. Good girls finish their prayers.” With the head of his cock just kissing the gummy ring of your cervix, you grinded against him and cried out again, much to his annoyance. “Figures. Couldn’t be a good, pious little shit. Had to be a filthy, needy, broken little whore like the others.” “I’m broken. More, please give me more!” He scoffed at your pleading, content to have you writhe and wring yourself out on his heavy cock. Breasts bouncing and the unmistakable sounds of flesh penetrating flesh to defile that most sacred space, the sights and sounds of you coming undone for him proved all too tempting to ignore. He could taste it on you-- the rhythmic spasming of your cunt around his cock, the wobble in your legs, the uneven cadence of your breathing when he finally fucked back into your eager hole, all of it signaled your end. “Finish your prayers, sweetheart.” With two thrusts you let out a long, piercing moan, drawing the attention from those outside of the booth. Carelessly, you thrashed against him, milking his tumescence as if it would be enough to grant you divine forgiveness. “Finish like a good girl.” Shindou’s hand wandered between your trembling thighs as he rutted into you, his fingers dancing over your swollen clit despite your body bucking and fighting against him. The pressure in your belly was indescribable under his constant attention. “Finish for me.” Your body was his to play, to abuse to his delight. Shindou reveled in your shame as your squirt painted the door and carpet, shadows playing sinister tricks on your eyes as you searched the space for his face over your shoulder. “I firmly purpose by Thy Holy grace never more to offend Thee,” you whispered, coming down from your high with dripping thighs and shame staining your features. The door creaked open on its ancient hinges. Candles flickered in the chapel like whispering witnesses to a most capital crime. Tangled in the remnants of your uniform, your eyes glazed over and stared past the nuns exclaiming over your ruined state. You could feel his fingers ghosting over your exposed buds, taste his sweat and preek over your tongue. Your cunt throbbed around the memory of him, empty and hungry for his approval. His devil’s mark ached on your throat, a bruise you hazily hoped wouldn’t fade before his return. Captivated by the spectre of his presence, you melted into the tweed cushioned seat as far removed from the shouting and outrage of your audience as one could be. He’d be back for the rest of you and leave a more permanent mark. There were more pretty, pious words to pry past your lips, more tears to taste on your road to damnation, and he would be remiss to miss out.

#heavenly bodies collab #bnha shindou x reader smut #shindou smut #yo shindou #bnha smut

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flyingkiki · 3 years ago

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We Played Dangerously (2/?)

Are you ready for the delirious start of some adult nonsense? I am.

Chapter 1 Here.

Past, years ago. Titan’s Tower

Raven stared at the devastated training hall, her frown deep and her annoyance just bubbling slightly under her skin. She shot Tim an aggravated glare while he busied himself with fixing the simulator. Having Connor and Cassie ‘go all out, no holds barred indoors’ was a terrible idea. A random part of the simulator fizzed by her feet and she kicked it away to avoid getting shocked.

There was a crash from the far corner of the training room and Raven whipped around to watch in disdain as the small pile of parts she earlier piled up scattered across the floor. Raven glared at Bart, who sent her a sheepish smile after having accidentally sped through the pile in his efforts to clean the place up.

"SORRY!" Squeaked Bart, withering under Raven's glare. "I didn't mean to -- I was just cleaning up the left wing and I didn't --"

"Just leave it," Raven interrupted, sighing loudly. She sent the younger boy a dismissive look and waved him off. While he meant well, when it came to cleaning, Bart was more trouble than good with his energy.

"Nah, I can just --" Bart disappeared and whizzed past her, bumping into her and accidentally making her drop a pile of rubble she was holding with her magic. There was another crash and Raven's frown deepened. "WHOOOPS!"

Raven was tired, her muscles ached, and she desperately wanted to catch a shower and crawl into bed. Tim pushed them to their limits today and she just wanted to rest tonight and not spend a good amount of time cleaning shit up and trying to fix the training room.

"Leave it, Bart." Raven said with a sigh as she set to picking everything up again.

"Yeah, but I can --" Bart began to fumble with some of the parts.

"Leave it,"

"But --"

"LEAVE THE -"

"Just hit the showers and go to bed, Bart," Tim appeared across from them, sending Bart an easy smile. Raven frowned as Tim sent her a placating smile, before turning to the rest of the beat tired team. “Raven and I got this, everyone else hit the showers and let’s call it a night. I’ll see everyone after breakfast for another run,” he said and pointedly ignored the collective groans. “And for us to fix some of the wiring, it’s too late tonight anyway,”

“Told you it was a bad idea, man,” said Conner, grinning over his shoulder as he passed Tim on his way out.

Raven rolled her eyes in annoyance as the two best friends laughed and exchanged fistbumps. Rolling her shoulders and allowing her muscles just a little reprieve, she set to cleaning up and piling most of the parts that went together. She waved at Rose as the younger woman headed out of the training room before turning to the fizzing console and tried to turn it off. She wondered how long it would take them to fix the fight simulator, not that it mattered since they had a few more for them to use.

"You good over there?" Tim called from across the hall, picking up some of the spare parts that got thrown across the hall when Cassie accidentally threw Connor into the projector.

Raven looked up from levitating the last of the rubble into one corner. She shot Tim a dark look. "I think you should be the one on cleaning duty. Your stupid idea, your mess, you clean it up," she said sourly.

Tim threw her an amused grin as he stood and hauled a large metal plate to the side. "Where's the fun in doing this alone?"

Raven rolled her eyes and ignored his teasing as she set to find their tool kit from the equipment closet. "I don't recall signing up for clean up duty today," commented Raven offhandedly as she walked towards one end of the room. Ignoring Tim's ungraceful snort of laughter, she opened the steel door and tried to locate their tool box through all the mess. "Why does it feel like Beastboy was assigned to cleaning our equipment closet? This looks exactly like his room: total shit," Raven glowered and squeezed into the closet, ruffling through boxes and supplies. Hitting her head on a protruding pipe, she cursed loudly, and ducked lower into the closet. Raven groaned as felt her muscles cry in protest as she bent over. A nice hot shower would be nice. "Where the fuck is that tool kit?"

She felt Tim appear next to her, the press of his aura familiar and warm. "Maybe look up?" He chuckled, ducking into the cramped space with her. Raven felt his shoulders brush against her side as he reached over her head to the top shelf and pulled down the grey box filled with tools.

Raven straightened and ignored how Tim grinned down at her teasingly, his presence warm and clearly enjoying her frustration. Frowning at him and then at the tool box, she grabbed the heavy steel-reinforced box from his hands. "Thanks,"

There was a beat and Raven felt her pulse quicken for just a second as they just stood there, with Tim crowding the entrance and elbow lightly pressing into her side. Raven watched Tim smile down at her, that familiar teasing smile she knew well. Rolling her eyes, she nudged him out of the way and squeezed past him and through the door.

"I'm going to fix the console. Finish cleaning up, bird brain," announced Raven as she marched towards the still fizzing console and knelt down next to it. Her knees popped at the movement and she sighed. What she would give for a hot shower and her bed. In the background she heard Tim laugh and shuffle around her, picking up a broom and promptly sweeping through the rubble.

"You could just use your powers and sweep this all up," commented Tim, voice just a bit bored.

Raven looked up from the dead wiring she was fixing and did not lose the irony of the situation of how their roles were reversed. Usually it was Tim who fixed all their equipment and machines, but given how exhausted she was, Raven thought sitting down on the floor and trying to make sense of a shitton of spaghetti wires seemed better than standing and using her powers. Fiddling with the pliers in her hands, she sent Tim an amused grin. "Where's the fun in that?" She asked.

She watched as Tim released a bark of laughter and stared at her. Raven caught his amused grin and the corners of her lips curled into a teasing smile. Ignoring the familiar press of his emotions, Raven rolled her eyes at him as Tim’s grin widened before turning back to her task at hand and weeded through the fried wires.

They worked in comfortable silence for the next hour, cleaning up the training hall and fixing the training console (or at the very least got the system to boot up again to cast a kitty hologram, it was the best Raven could do at this point). Standing up from her spot hunched over the myriad of spaghetti wires she had fixed, Raven resigned to the fact they had to finish this tomorrow and get Tim to look over her work. At this point, she was sweaty, her muscles were on fire, and her fingers ached from working with the pliers. She made a face at how her uniform stretched across her sticky skin and mentally prepared herself for a long hot shower, comfortable pajamas, and sleep.

“Excellent job on the cat hologram,” Tim commented after having hauled the last of the training mats and debris into a corner. They’d leave the major repairs for everyone to fix tomorrow (err, later?).

Raven made a face and turned to Tim, watching the teasing smile cross her leader’s face. Tim had long removed his mask and blue eyes shone back at her in amusement. “It’s the best I could do,” she said and glanced at the cleaned up hall. “Can we call it a night now and go to bed?”

Tim made a distant sound of approval and nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, sleep would be nice,” he said as they packed up and slowly headed out of the training hall.

“You sleep? That’s new,” Raven threw him a teasing glance over her shoulder as they waited for the elevator to arrive. She watched in amusement as Tim made a face and she curiously watched a few beads of sweat roll down his neck. The little wet trail disappeared into his uniform.

Looking back up, she caught Tim staring at her and there was that familiar tug of emotions that bubbled low beneath the surface as she stared at his bright blue eyes. Tim smiled and held her stare for a moment and Raven wondered if he always had a few dark blue flecks in his eyes or if it was just the lighting. Another errant little bead of sweat traveled down the side of his neck.

The elevator signaled its arrival with a low ding and Raven pulled herself out of her thoughts with a soft sigh. She watched the elevator’s doors open and out of the corner of her eyes she could see Tim’s amusement bubble low.

“Don’t make fun of my sleeping habits,” Tim commented as they entered the elevator and hit their floor number. He shifted his weight on his feet and looked thoughtful. “It’s unique,”

“It’s terrible,” countered Raven.

“Hah,” Tim chuckled and watched as they reached their floor. The metal doors of the elevator slid up with a soft hum. Allowing her to step through first with an exaggerated flourish of his hand, he grinned at her.

They walked silently down the hall, mindful not to be too noisy with the rest of the team already asleep. Reaching her room first, she tapped in her code and watched her door slide open. Turning to offer Tim a small wave and a sleepy smile, she nodded. “Well, good night. Don’t stay up too long obsessing over reports,” she mumbled. “We need you awake to fix the training hall tomorrow,”

Tim chuckled and nodded. “Good night, Raven,”

Stepping through her door, Raven sighed as tension finally left her shoulders and she welcomed the cool air of her dimly lit room. Ignoring how her emotions still bubbled low under her skin and the familiar tug and pull of achingly familiar sensations settled low in her belly, she pulled off her cloak and dropped it into the hamer. Pulling off her boots, she sighed in relief as her toes dug into her plush carpet. Running a hand absently through her hair, she started making her way towards her bathroom, a shower would be perfect for her keyed emotions.

There was a knock on her door.

Raven paused and felt her stomach jump. Maybe not a shower then.

Turning around, Raven went back to her door and her lips curled into a teasing smile as she felt the familiar energy behind the steel door. Opening her door, she leaned against her doorframe and tilted her head in amusement and stared up at bright blue eyes. She felt her emotions purr.

“This better be good. I was about to take a shower,”

An unmasked Red Robin grinned down at her, his emotions warm, playful and teasing. Raven’s skin tingled. It was ridiculous how easy she could get lost in his blue eyes or get caught in his warm emotions. She unconsciously swallowed. Raven raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer as continued to study her. “Well?”

Stepping through her threshold and ducking just a little lower to her height, Raven caught that familiar glint in his eyes as his body fully brushed against hers when he entered her room. The knots in her stomach jumped and she felt that distinct electric tingle in her lower back radiate to her lower abdomen.

“Who am I to keep a girl from her shower?”

Tim’s voice was low with a teasing lilt that made her skin tingle. Her bedroom door closed and locked behind them with a hiss. They were engulfed in silence as they stared at each other, lips curled teasingly and an intensity in the air that Raven was all too familiar with.

Raven watched, her emotions falling into that familiar tumble of heat and electricity, as Tim turned on his heels with an achingly familiar smile that held secrets and promises and he stepped further into her room. She watched as his broad shoulders disappeared into her room and through her bathroom without further preamble. The familiarity of these movements gnawed at her stomach but she paid no heed.

Her steps were silent as she followed him into her large bathroom and she paused at her doorway to drink in the sight before her.

The sound of Red Robin’s belt dropping onto her floor reverberated through her bathroom and Raven watched as the other utility belts followed, dropping onto her purple bathroom rug. Gloves followed and his top next, and Raven watched as well defined powerful back muscles rippled with each movement. Scars upon scars danced for her in a familiar dance she had since memorized as Tim bent over to pull off his boots and socks. Her eyes traced each scar watching them disappear into dips of muscle. She felt her chest tingle as heat and anticipation bubbled harshly under her skin.

Raven watched Tim straighten, her gaze lifting from the way his abdominal muscles rippled at the movement and her gaze paused at his teasing face as he turned around to face her and his fingers stopped at the clasp of his pants. He caught her shameless staring.

"Are you just going to stand around and watch? I thought you wanted a shower?" Tim asked teasingly, his voice a low rumble.

Raven hummed, her resolve breaking under his long stare and the thickness of Tim’s familiar emotions crawling deep under her skin and seeping low into her nerves. She stepped into her bathroom and kept her eye contact with him as she reached behind her neck to unzip her uniform. The movements of undressing under his watchful eye were practiced and familiar. She lost count of the number of times Tim would pause at what he was doing to just watch her undress and reveal her skin - scarred and injured like his - for him to hungrily drink in. As she pushed her uniform and underwear down her legs she felt her heart stutter under his penetrating gaze, blue eyes darker and a familiar flurry of emotions hurdling into her, clawing at her skin.

In the muted lights of her black bathroom, Raven watched sharp blue eyes travel down her body, seemingly memorizing every scar, dip, and muscle, just as she had earlier. She reached behind her and unclasped her sports bra, allowing it to slide down her arms and drop by their feet. She stood before him, naked and just a little breathless, as heat bubbled low within her and greedily drank Tim's own hot anticipation.

"Well?" She whispered, standing in front of a still half-naked Red Robin, seemingly too caught up in watching her to finish his own task of underressing. Raven smiled teasingly as Tim chuckled and began to pull his own pants and underwear down his legs and step out of his clothes. He stood in front of her, naked and fully erect, lips curled into that deliriously handsome smile that made her lower abdomen throb.

Raven watched Tim turn around and open her shower door, reaching in he turned on the shower and fiddled with the knobs to get the temperature right. The bathroom was filled with the noise of her overhead shower hitting her tiles. A few seconds later the bathroom filled with a pleasant warmth that sent even more tingles down her spine.

"C'mon," Tim commanded and stepped into her shower. Raven watched as water slid down his back and sides, sliding over scars and ripples of muscles. It was such a tempting sight.

She followed him into the shower, his light order making her nerves hum in delight. She stood in close proximity next to Tim, deliciously warm water slipping over her shoulder and cascading down her back and in between the valleys of her breasts. They stood there in her shower, their dark gazes drinking in each other and feeding off a heat that the shower did not supply.

Her world disappeared and her mind turned foggy as Lust purred when large calloused hands finally, finally, slipped over her waist and dug deep into her flesh to pull her flush against solid, slick, muscle. She groaned as lips brushed against her own in a bruising kiss that stole her breath and she lost all strength in her legs as Tim’s lips all but consumed her, drinking her every moan.

The warmth of the shower and the heat of the moment made Raven delirious and she dug her fingers into the thick muscles of Tim’s shoulders and arms to keep her upright. She moaned his tongue slipped against hers, greedily drinking her sighs, and his hands eagerly slid down her body, cataloging every dip, muscle, and scar to memory as if it was their first time.

It wasn't.

Far from it.

"Fuck," Raven gasped and briefly pulled away to suck in a wet, ragged breath as she felt Tim’s cock slide teasingly in between her legs. She bucked into him and whimpered at the delicious feeling of the thick, slick length teasing her throbbing core.

“Shhh,” he whispered, terribly out of breath and Raven felt herself purr in delight at how ragged and delirious his emotions clawed at her. He pressed a kiss to her neck, tongue and teeth scraping against her pulse point before dipping into the junction of her neck and licking the light dusting of freckles. Tim squeezed her left breast and tweaked the perk nipple, grinning into her neck at the sharp gasp that echoed through the bathroom. “Others are asleep,”

It didn’t matter, really. They had a silencing charm up in her room, just for them. Humming softly, Raven’s fingers slipped up his chest and over his shoulders, fingertips pressing into dips of hard muscle. Pushing him gently away from her neck, she kissed his cheek and reached over his shoulder to grab her body wash. “Wash me,” she said, pushing the lavender body wash into his hands.

Tim released a breathy laugh, gently pushing her shoulders away and steering her around. Pressing a soft kiss to her nape of her neck, he set to work washing her back, lathering her body with silky suds. Fingertips pressed firmly into her back, working through knots and tight muscle, making Raven sigh in relief. “You weren’t kidding when you said you needed a hot shower,” Tim commented, working through a particularly tight muscle in her shoulder.

Raven sighed and arched her back as Tim worked on her back. She offered him a small amused smile over her shoulder and she arched her back as large hands dragged themselves down to the small of her back. “This is all your fault,” she said lowly.

Chuckling, Tim pressed a kiss to the side of her face. His hands slid down her back and rested on the dips of her waist. Pressing his chest into her back, he nipped her earlobe. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you,” he said in a husky whisper that sent another wave of tingles down her spine. She sighed in delight as his soapy hands travelled up her stomach and over her ribcage before sliding over her breast and gently massaging them. She felt Tim place his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath fanning over her cheek as he watched his fingertips slide over her nipples and tweak the pert tips. They both watched fingertips feather over her hard nipples. Raven gasped loudly and released a soft whimper as his cock slid between her legs again, teasingly stroking her.

Tim pulled away and Raven sighed at the loss of contact. She allowed him to turn her around and she caught his playful smile as he leaned down to press kiss on the underside of her chin, teeth scraping teasingly against her pulsepoint. She watched through hooded eyes as Tim made quick work to lather her legs, bending down and gently squeezing her leg muscle. Rough fingers slid up her inner thighs and she inhaled sharply as they slid over her core, teasing her clit for a few moments before sliding down her legs again.

“Tease,” she gasped as her breathing hitched and she watched through her haze as Tim grinned up at her, long hair falling into his eyes and fingers digging playfully into her thighs. She pushed most of the hair out of his eyes and her fingers slid down his cheek and cupped his chin, tugging him up for another heady kiss that left her breathless and her knees weak.

“Your turn,” she whispered, nudging him away and reaching out to get his brand of body wash he kept around in her shower for these delirious occasions. The fresh scent of eucalyptus filled the shower, mingling with her soft scent of lavender. Gathering a healthy lather on her hands, Raven set to work on Tim’s shoulders thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her hands sliding down well-defined muscles. She always secretly enjoys how well Tim’s body looked, with all the work he put into working out and mastering the Bō. She shot him an amused smile at his sharp intake of breath when her hands slid lower, fingertips pressing into the dips of his abs and her forearm brushed against his erection accidentally.

"Raven," Tim hummed with hooded eyes and he watched her slide down to her knees, soapy fingers dancing down the outside of his thighs.

Warm water beat down her back as she knelt in front of Tim, the heat of the water and their heady emotions wrapping around her nerves in in a delicious thrill. Entranced, like so many times in the past, by Tim’s deep breathing and his greedy emotions, she felt her body purr in delight, allowing herself to tumble head first into this delightful encounter. She watched in pure satisfaction as his leg muscle twitched under her fingers and she continued with her work. Tim shifted in front of her, she could feel his anticipation and desire raging wildly under his skin.

Tim pushed her hair away from her face as he tilted her face to look up at him. Raven's lips curled into a satisfied smile, drinking in the desire and anticipation that filled Tim’s face. Digging her hands into his hips, her gaze dropped to his erect cock in front of her. Her heart throbbed in excitement.

Pride swelled within her at Tim’s sharp inhale as she languidly licked his entire length, her tongue teasing his tip before repeating the same all over again. Fingers slid into her hair and tugged, sending delicious sparks down her spine.

“Raven, fuck.” Tim whispered, his breathing ragged as she took his length into her mouth, relishing the feel of him against her tongue. Raven hummed as Tim tugged her hair with every suck and stroke of her mouth and she catalogued every new reaction and groan from him for later use. She looked up as she continued her ministrations, sucking on his length, and reveling at the sight of watching her leader come undone.

She released him when Tim gently pulled her away. Sending him a languid grin, Raven leaned back and took in the soft flush that spread across Tim’s cheeks. “Tease,” he whispered, fingers releasing her hair and softly tracing down the side of her face. Relishing the touch, Raven hummed and leaned into his hand and allowed him to tug her up. Kissing the underside of his chin, she steered him back underneath the warm stream of her shower and they washed their hair and washed all the soap off their bodies.

After the last of the suds slid down the valley of her breasts, Raven watched as Tim drank in her naked form before leaning down to kiss her languidly underneath the shower stream. She sighed into his lips, arms crossing over his neck giving her a little lift and she practically melted into his body, drinking in his heady emotions and searching for more.

As teeth scraped against her pulse point and fingers hungrily pressed into old scars, Raven rocked into Tim as she felt his erection press into her abdomen. She whimpered as Tim continued to tease her, fingers sliding over and tweaking her nipples, followed by lips and teeth scraping over the sensitive nubs. Over the steady noise of her shower, their heavy breathing and her soft whimpers filled the room, driving her closer to the edge, and just begging for release.

Finally, finally, calloused fingers slid in between their bodies and feathered over her, teasing her clit and probing her. She gasped and whimpered, bucking into his steady hand, chasing that much needed release, and she practically drank in the pride and sheer satisfaction that swelled from Tim, knowing only he could milk her this way.

“Fuck. You’re practically dripping, Raven,” Tim groaned into her ear, breath hot against her and she moaned as fingers continued to probe and fuck her. Her legs buckled and and her fingers curled into his arms for support as heat and desire seemed to practically consume her and she wanted nothing more to be ripped apart and engulfed in flames.

“What,” she gasped as two thick fingers pumped into her. “Are you going to do about it?”

Growling into her neck, Tim pulled his fingers out of her and pushed her into the bathroom wall. He easily hoisted her up and held her by her waist and draped her legs over his arms and spread her open in front of him.

And he fucked her.

Raven gasped loudly and threw her head back in pure ecstasy as finally Tim filled her, stretching her out and consuming her whole. Her back pushed roughly against the wall as Tim pressed further into her waist, holding her in place as he practically plowed into her, stroking a fire that was close to consuming her whole.

His strokes were sharp and strong, hips snapping into her harshly and she bounced along, trying to rock into him as best as she could. She could barely hear the noise of her shower over their grunting and moaning, and the delicious sound of flesh hitting flesh. She greedily drank in their heady emotions that seemed to practically suffocate her as she felt her world slowly disappear into an inferno. Close to tittering over the edge and going up in flames, Raven clenched around Tim’s cock and moaned loudly.

“Shh,” Tim teased as he hoisted her a little higher and scraped his teeth across her pulse point. He fucked her harder, hips angling just the right way, and he groaned into her neck as she fluttered around him. “What will the neighbors think?”

She was sure she was losing all feelings in her legs as they remained draped around his forearms but the heat that pooled low in her abdomen was more than enough to keep her going. Gasping and rocking into him, she regarded the smirking Tim with a heated stare. “That you should fuck me harder,”

The world seemed to snap at her words as Tim growled and all but fucked her into the wall. She mewled and gasped as his cock continued to stoke the inferno within her. His teeth buried into her skin as groaned, she was sure that would leave a satisfying mark (she’d deal with that later).

Everything disappeared and the Raven found herself tumbling over the edge, falling into the flames and just chanting Tim’s name as she came. She could hear nothing as the world exploded and Raven continued to fly through an explosion of nothing and everything as she continued to buck into Tim, milking every last dredge of pleasure. She felt him gasp and moan her name, as he joined her tumble, and pressed his body fully into her, snapping his hips roughly into her as his cock milked her with long and measured strokes. She drank his high, relishing his delirious emotions and consuming them greedily.

They stayed that way for a moment, gasps ragged, heartbeats erratic, and their bodies singing. The world slowly came back to them when Raven could finally hear her shower again over her erratic breathing and she slowly opened her eyes to catch Tim watching her, a smile playing on his lips.

“You think you can stand?” he mumbled into her ear.

Raven sighed and nodded. She shuddered as Tim pulled out of her and he gently helped her back on her feet. Her legs felt like jello and she had to hold onto Tim to steady herself as she regained some sense of balance. She leaned into Tim, allowing him to wrap his arms around her to ground her for a moment and get her bearings in order. As they stood there, she felt his cum slide out of her and down her legs.

“That was amazing,” Tim hummed and pressed a kiss into her shoulder.

Raven hummed in satisfaction. It was fucking hot. Who knew that shower sex, albeit dangerous, could be this thrilling? They should definitely do this more to blow off steam. Coming to her toes, she pressed a kiss into his neck. “Let’s clean up. I’m sleepy,” she mumbled.

They quickly cleaned up and wrapped themselves in fluffy towels before silently padding barefoot into Raven’s room. They silently changed into more comfortable clothes for bed, Raven watched as Tim went to her dresser and pulled open a drawer that had slowly been designated as his over the course of time, grabbing a pair of boxers and a spare shirt.

After slipping on a pair of underwear and her camisole, she watched curiously as he stood at the foot of her bed. As dark shadows danced across his features cast from the light of her tableside lamp, he looked incredibly attractive. Raven ignored how her stomach leaped.

“Are you staying?” she asked while approaching her side of the bed.

She watched Tim mull over his answer before slowly walking to the opposite side of her bed. She stared at him across her black bedsheets and watched a small smile play on his lips. “Who said we were done?”

Hours later, Raven woke up sore and to an empty bed. Reaching out, she touched the side Tim previously occupied. It was cold. Sitting up slowly, she stared at the empty space and blinked. It was a sight and system she (they) had grown accustomed with.

Sliding out of bed, Raven went into her bathroom for her morning routine and changed into a fresh uniform. Tim’s Red Robin uniform was gone from her bathroom floor and her old uniform from last night was neatly stowed away in the laundry hamper. Trust Tim to clean up after himself. Her stomach churned at a stray thought but quickly dismissed it.

Pulling on her robe and boots, she made sure she had everything and silently stepped out of her room. Her muscles were still sore, but she could manage through the day. Walking through the hallways, she headed to the kitchen for breakfast. There was a cold case she and Rose were working on and Rose had hoped they could go through some files later.

“Hey, Raven!” Garfield greeted her from the stove as she entered the Titan’s kitchen. She made a face at the familiar smell of tofu sausage. “Do you want some breakfast tofu sausages?”

“No,” she breathed and made a beeline towards the kettle for some tea. After preparing her tea, she grabbed her mug and joined the rest of the team at the table. Sliding into her seat, she politely greeted the rest of her team a good morning and reached for a croissant roll.

“Good morning,” Red Robin offered her a smile as he sat down across from her.

Raven watched him take a swig of his coffee, she could feel the soft amusement rolling off of him. Nodding at him, she returned his smile. “Good morning,”

Tim blinked, staring at her for a second, before turning to the rest of the team with an easy grin. “We need to fix the training room today, after Conner and Cassie totaled it last night. After breakfast, everyone is on repair duty,” he said.

A collective round of groans of protests filled the air. Raven blinked and watched as another regular day at Titan’s tower began.

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sugoi-writes · 4 years ago

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Deku with an s/o that he absolutely loves and adores and they adore him back and Bakugo maybe getting a wee bit jealous or anyone else cause the broccoli boy has someone so sweet and supportive

Okay so I took this and ran uhhh... thank you thank you <3

No particular warnings, with a GN! reader! And a bit of fluff from both sides!

“Thanks for training with me today, Bunny!”

Bakugou twitches, his eyes cracking open as he hears the sound of Midoriya’s voice.

You playfully nudge Izuku, smiling back at him,” Don’t mention it, ‘Zuku~” you chime, lightly flicking the tip of his nose. You watch with amusement as Izuku recoils, his nose scrunching up and wriggling back and forth. You go to stifle your laughter, but your efforts are in vain. Izuku laughs quietly with you, scratching the crown of his head sheepishly. You couldn’t help but comment on his bunny like behavior, making Izuku feel even more feverish.

Bakugou huffs, slouching further against the tree--his secret reprieve from the school’s maddening environment--as your laughter fills his senses. It was noisy and uncontrollable... yet, oddly comforting...

Katsuki would never admit to it, but your voice reminded him of wind chimes. The songs they spun were always so random, yet they were so natural and serene... He would do anything to have that laughter directed elsewhere, especially away from the undeserving Izuku Midoriya.

He groans at his own thoughts, pinching the bridge of his nose as he hears you and Izuku walking together. You were probably holding his sweaty hands, and he was probably staring at you with wide, puppy dog eyes, eating up everything you said. You were annoyingly doting towards your boyfriend, but Izuku found it nothing by endearing. He would reciprocate as much as he could, leaving the two connected at the hip; you were essentially inseparable.

As he heard your voices get closer, he shrank down a little further, hoping to catch a glimpse of your smile.

“I really mean it, though. Without you, I wouldn’t have made as much progress as I did today. I think I’m finally getting somewhere after stagnating for so long!” Izuku presses, squeezing your hand. You look to him inquisitively, squeezing his hand back,” Midoriya Izuku, stagnating? You’re one of the hardest working people I know...”

You pull Izuku closer, cupping his cheek. Bakugou’s fists clamp at his sides, his eyes widening as he watches with baited breath.

“If anyone could get out of a funk like this, it’s you,” you gently remind him, kissing his cheek. The breath that Bakugou held in is immediately released in a low sigh. Watching the two of you like this felt wrong, and made his blood boil... but at least you didn’t kiss him on the lips.

You heard the heavy sigh, and blink in confusion, glancing away from Izuku. Bakugou slams his eyes shut in that instant, feigning sleep as you glance over. All that you saw was the crumbled, seemingly snoozing Katsuki Bakugou. Your hand falls off of Izuku’s cheek as you look back to him, sighing.

” I’ll be right back,” you say warmly, kissing Deku’s cheek again as you start to walk over towards Bakugou. Izuku blinks in confusion, still reeling from the kisses as he begins to follow you anyway. When he sees Katsuki sleeping under the tree, he pauses in surprise.

“Kacchan...? It’s not normal for him to be outside like this, especially during our lunch break,” Izuku rasps quietly, trying not to disturb the ‘sleeping’ blonde. Katsuki would call him out for using that stupid nickname, but continues to lie still as you advance closer.

“I know... but, with his uniform shirt like this... he could be hiding from Aizawa and the others. Being out of uniform again would wind him up in trouble,” you reply, slipping off your school blazer. As you do, you step on and snap a small tree branch, nearly sending Izuku running for the hills. The two of you make eye contact, terrified of waking up the hot headed Katsuki Bakugou... but he doesn’t move a muscle.

You sigh in relief, inching closer as you tsk at how utterly ruined his uniform was. His blazer was in complete disrepair, scorched and shredded by an outburst of his quirk. No doubt, whoever trained with him today probably wasn’t feeling too hot now...

“Well, to be fair: Kacchan probably wouldn’t care if he did get in trouble..” Izuku replies, shrugging,” He probably has a few spare blazers and shirts in his dorm.”

You sigh, crouching down beside Bakugou as you gently throw your blazer over him. As you got this closer, Bakugou could hardly breathe.

“I know...,” you huff gently, your warm breath fanning against his cheek,” ...but just in case he doesn’t-- y’know? We’re lab partners next period, and I really need him in class. We can’t finish this project if he gets put into detention or something worse...”

Katsuki could smell the body wash you used this morning, and could feel how gingerly you moved. He could barely feel it as you laid your blazer over him. If you had touched his arm, it would have be the lightest contact he would have received in his life... He willed himself not to move as he continue to pretend, wishing that you would linger just a bit longer as you jacket kept him warm.

You sit back up, Izuku helping you to your feet. Izuku sighs,” Well, if that’s the case, good luck... You know Kacchan doesn’t like hand outs,” he chides, taking your hand once more. You shrug it off, your other hand going to your hip as you shifted your weight to your other leg. Bakugou, for once, looked very content... Peaceful, almost.

“Yeah, yeah... well, he can pay me back by waking up in time for class. I know he probably doesn’t want a bad grade on a major project either,” you chuckle, looking back to Izuku,” Speaking of class... the bell is probably about to sound. We should get moving.”

Izuku nods, tugging you forward,” Just let me know if you can’t keep up. I can always carry you!” he offers sweetly, making you bite your lip. Maaaaybe you wouldn’t mind a free ride...

As the two of you finally wander off, the bell signals the end of your break. Immediately, Bakugou’s eyes slam open. He lays there, stiff as a board, looking down to your jacket with perplexed eyes. He didn’t need this... he would’ve been just fine without your stupid jacket... But, if it gave him a chance to return it, and be around you again... He would take the chance and run with it.

He stands up, being sure to stretch before pulling on your jacket. It was most definitely too tight around his arms, but he chose to deal with it... he would just have to be careful not to stretch or tear it up.

He looks back towards the main building, where his next class with you would be, before glancing back down to himself. He hugs himself briefly, feeling your warmth as it lingered in your blazer. He inhales and exhales calmly, imagining your arms around him as you would smile up to him... Your scent, once more, fills his lungs with feelings of adoration and warmth.

He forces himself to get a grip, a heavy blush dusting his cheeks as he slinks his way back to class. He dreaded the tension that was to come, but he was excited to see you again... especially since a certain dumbass wouldn’t be there.

~~~

(Sorry if this was too Bakugou heavily, but I hope you enjoyed! It would be cute to have a sort of one sided pining series with this hopeless hot head. ;w; I hope you enjoyed my short little dabble!)

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku x reader #one sided feelings #one sided pining #anywaaaaays this made me feel warm and fluffy inside so I hope it will make you feel the same way!#bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #fluffy fluff fluff

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Breathe ~ the Doctor (part 5)

A/n: I should be doing requests... I’m sorry... I just really love Doctor Who and my only other option is to watch the show where I’m at in my rewatch rather than where I’m at in this fan fiction, and I just got to the episode where Ten becomes Eleven and I’m... not ready man. Dang it.

Word Count:11,000+

MASTERLIST

When the Doctor and Rose cornered Y/n with Mickey completely out of sight, Y/n knew this was another intervention. The last time they'd done this was when they'd asked him to stop killing himself to save others. A bit hypocritical coming from the Doctor, but understandable as well. Watching one of the people you love die is bad enough once, but multiple times? Yeah no.

This time, they all knew it was different without having to say anything.

Y/n had gotten rather good at steering the TARDIS. Recently the Doctor had been letting him do it on his own to give him the experience, which had given The Doctor more time to spend with Rose. Mickey had been glued to Y/n's side because of this, trying to avoid watching his ex be with someone else. His ex, who he still loved. It was getting awkward if they were all being honest. The Doctor and Rose had stepped away from each other a lot, and it was obvious it was rather unpleasant for both of them. Instead of sitting back and teasing Y/n or recounting adventures or dreaming up possible news ones, inches apart with the Doctor's arm around Rose's shoulders, now they just talked about things from a bit of distance, with much less enthusiasm and flirting. Y/n avoided the awkwardness by distracting Mickey and driving the TARDIS. In fact, he'd learned to ignore a lot of things he didn't want to acknowledge by driving the TARDIS.

Like now. Rose and the Doctor looked at him, arms folded and faces serious, as Y/n overly focused on driving the TARDIS. Finally Rose sighed, stepping closer. "Where do you guys want to go now? I think I have the hang of this for real this time! No accidents." He waited for them to take the ease poke fun, but when they didn't he pushed on hurriedly. "I love the ocean don't get me wrong, but an ocean on another planet? Not great to open the doors on, but fun to explore. We were just lucky there was that ship there." He chuckled, but it fell short again when the other two didn't laugh. He sighed, stopping. "What is it?" He amusement had fallen, his anxiety rising.

"A while ago when we were at that school with the-"

"Weird bat people who wanted to be gods so they could fix the universe?" Y/n offered.

"Yeah," Rose agreed. A smile slipped through for a second until she swallowed it. "Brother whatever his name was - Mr. Finch. He said... he said you had memories that weren't yours."

Y/n forced a chuckle. "That was a while ago, Rosey, why are we talking about it now?"

Rose shot the Doctor a look. "Someone wanted to ignore it as much as you do. But I think we need to talk about this, because secrets are making things difficult and talking about things going on is important. Especially if it includes other people."

Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know what you could mean."

The Doctor piped up then. "Gallifrey." Y/n jerked, his knuckles going white as he gripped the control panel. "Did I ever tell you about what it was like there?" Y/n didn't respond, so the Doctor continued. "It was different than your Earth, obviously. But not just different like we've seen in places like Earth - it was really different. It was breathtaking. There were two suns there, and silver leaves that glowed when the light touched them." His voice was almost reverent, and Y/n felt his chest hurt as the image came to his mind so clearly. "The sky was the same though. A beautiful blue-"

"Blue?" Y/n looked up at him with confusion, and immediately realized his mistake. When the two men locked eyes, there was pain mirrored in both.

"What color was it really?" Rose asked softly. She knew. Y/n knew she knew. He realized only too quickly how this had been planned out, so clear and easy, to drag the truth out of Y/n in a way that he could never deny.

Giving in, Y/n looked up at the TARDIS, as if seeing the sky in person. "Orange. This glorious burnt orange. Made the leaves on the trees... glow." His voice caught and he shot up a hand to his face to wipe away a tear. "The day it was actually on fire..." He closed his eyes. "It's so clear in my mind, that day. I wasn't even there." His hands shot to cover his face, his fingers threading through his hair and pulling lightly on the roots. "God I can hear it. I can hear the music and the wind and the laughter and voices. I can feel the sunshine on my skin, Doctor." His hands dropped, head falling forward. "It's so heavy."

The Doctor moved closer, hands resting on either side of Y/n's face. "I can take it away if you want."

"No." Y/n ripped away, leaning back. "I was given this for a reason. I see so much now. I understand so much more. It hurts, but why would you ever let that pain go? It makes you stronger. It teaches you things that make you understand more. I can see things when I look at people who are nothing like me. I can understand a pain I would never have been able to experience on my own, and through that pain I have learned mercy that I should be incapable of. That I would have always been incapable of." He had been looking at the Doctor while he spoke, but now he looked away again, bashful. "There's something special about having the memories of lives you never lived, as a human. You've always said we're special, Doctor. Us humans. I think it's nice, to have the mind closest to a god one can get, while still having the heart of a human."

It was quiet for a long time until Rose moved closer to Y/n, raising her hand to wrap around the back of his neck. She kissed his forehead. "What a trio we are, eh? The human, the alien, and the one who's a little combination of both." She nudged Y/n and they both chuckled.

Y/n looked at the Doctor. "I'm sorry. I know... it's something I wished you had given to me, if I had to be given it at all. I don't know why I got them at all, but I feel like its a super invasion of privacy and-"

"You remember everything?" Was all he asked.

Y/n swallowed. "Every single detail of your life until the whole Bad Wolf thing."

The Doctor moved rather suddenly, forcing Rose to move backward as he grabbed Y/n's face and kissed him. Suddenly Y/n's mind exploded with memories, both his own and the Doctor's. He saw himself tripping over himself as he ran through an empty street, too young to be on his own but in that situation anyway. Not sure where to go or what to do, but knowing that he couldn't stop running. A little older and running again, but this time in different clothes, a small dog at his side. Laughter rang through the dark street that was teasing a sun rise. Suddenly he was much younger and making his parents breakfast because they'd had a rough night and were both super hung over; the left side of his face still hurt, and his body was tired from the rough sleep he'd barely gotten. Older again, leaning against a wall, near a fire contained in a trashcan, as a pretty blonde girl approached him with wide eyes full of worry. A few months later, as they sat at the edge of a pond, talking and laughing. She had brought him food and was complaining about how lame school was, until he told her how behind school he was. The months that came after with her teaming up with tutors to teach him all the important things he'd missed, giving him a place to stay and a job where she worked by vouching for him. Celebrating his eighteenth birthday with her by his side, and realizing that night that he was in love with her because seeing her at the side of someone else made his blood boil. More recent things, right before the Doctor had met them, where Y/n rolled his eyes and had sass offs with Mickey, who could never quite keep up with him. Things that happened so incredibly long ago, from the days that were fuzzy but distantly warm, before his parents took the road that lead them to destruction. Days that were freezing cold as he clung to the clothes he had in some attempt to keep warm. Running for his life when he got caught stealing. Learning how to do it better over time. Dodging police and orphanages for years. The few times he'd been caught, and had a small reprieve of shelter and promised food and clothes before he had to leave the orphanage, or his short stay in juvey ended.

When the two men leaned away from each other, Y/n was crying. The Doctor rested his forehead on Y/n's, pulling him close. They didn't say anything for a long time. Rose reached out and placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder, and he pulled her in to make it a hug with her sandwiched between them. The two men squeezed until Rose was half giggling and half screaming at them and only then did they let her go.

"So," Y/n sighed, shifting gears. "Where do you guys wanna go next?"

This is where the Doctor took charge. "I have an idea. Here, help me - pull that thing over there."

Y/n and the Doctor zipped around. It was so much easier with help - Y/n didn't know how the Timelord had done it all these years. Even now it was chaotic... they landed fine enough though, and soon Mickey was joining them in the control room and Y/n felt guilty for having forgotten to go and get him when the conversation had shifted. He needed to be better to the man - being around your ex and her new boyfriends was bad enough, but the others were accidentally sending signals that Mickey wasn't wanted and it was an extra sting the boy didn't need.

Making a promise silently to himself, Y/n moved to Mickey's side when the TARDIS landed. "First time out and about with the Doctor is always a little bit of a shock. You won't have it so bad since you've gotten a taste of it before, but still. Having aliens come to you is a lot different than you coming to them, so brace yourself."

Mickey puffed up his chest and Y/n swallowed the urge to roll his eyes. "I'll be fine, but thanks for the concern, Captain." They all went outside, and Y/n kept an eye on Mickey as the man took in his first non-Earth alien experience. "It's a spaceship," Mickey squeaked, and Y/n tried to make his grin less teasing and more excited. He was after all rather enthusiastic to go wandering in unknown territory. "Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go."

Rose was less excited. "Looks kind of abandoned. Anyone on board?" Y/n realized that she was concerned for the people who should be here, and Y/n found his heart swelling. What a good woman.

"Nah. nothing here," the Doctor answered. He made a weird face then corrected, "Well, nothing dangerous." Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Well, not that dangerous." Y/n scoffed in amusement, shaking his head. This man... "You know what, I'll just have a quick scan. In case there's anything dangerous."

That reminded Y/n of Jack Harkness, back in the days before the man who the Doctor was now. When they'd first met the infamous Captain Jack, and Rose had teased about how official he was with his scanning for alien tech. That made him sad to think about though. Jack had died the day Y/n had. He wondered what things would be like if Jack had been brought back with him. Someone to lift this burden off of his shoulders. The fear of forever, where nothing ever lasts long enough. In the span of eternity, it would be nice to have a friend who could be by your side through it all.

The others talked as the lights came on but Y/n began to walk away from them, taking in all the new things and searching the Doctor's memory to see if he knew what this was. To his surprise, he didn't. Y/n turned back, moving to the others once again. "This feels wrong," he said.

The Doctor nodded. "Honestly, had some cowboys in here. Been a ton of repair work going on." He dropped a piece of equipment, using his now free hand to point at a screen. "Now if you really want to talk about odd, look at that. All the warp engines are going." His eyebrows came together. "Full capacity." He planted a hand on the desk, leaning on it, his other hand going to his waist. "That's enough power running through the ship to punch a hole in the universe..." He looked up.

"But we're not moving," Y/n pointed out. Suddenly there was something in the back of his mind, poking at him. It was a small bother, as if someone tiny was trying to get his attention at the corner of his vision. He couldn't quite put a finger on it though.

Nodding, the Doctor looked at Y/n. Finally they saw each other for what they both were. No secrets. What sat in Y/n's eyes still scared the Timelord, but it was a relief too. Maybe Y/n would understand him, as much as a human could understand. "The question is then, where's all that power going?"

"Where'd all the crew go?" Rose piped up, reminding the others in the room once again that there was no one on board a ship. One that they all now knew was at full thrusters and should be shooting through reality itself, but was standing still anyway.

"Good question," the Doctor complimented. "No life readings on board." He began to mess with the controls.

Rose sighed. "Well we're in deep space. They didn't just nip out for a quick smoke."

"Nope," the Doctor agreed. "I've checked all the smoking pods."

Y/n reached over, placing his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "Doctor..." It had just clicked what had been bothering him. "That smell?"

Everyone took a good whiff. "Smells like someone's cooking." Rose placed her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to tell someone off for having fire indoors.

"Sunday roast, definitely," Mickey agreed.

Hitting a button in his fiddling, the Doctor hit a switch that opened a panel behind them. They turned and began walking into a new room. One that had... a fireplace. Odd. "Well." The Doctor slipped his hands in his pockets. "That's not something you see on your average spaceship." Y/n got excited, finally able to learn and explore, and took off to get a closer look. It seemed he had done so at the exact same second the Doctor had so they were side by side as the Doctor continued, "18th century French. Nice mantle." He took out his sonic screwdriver as Y/n ran his hands along the wood, feeling the detail and leaning close to get a good look.

"It's beautiful workmanship," Y/n whispered, in awe.

"Not a hologram either," the Doctor tagged on, after checking the thing with his screwdriver then slipping the tool back into his coat.

Something dawned on Y/n and his eyes widened. "And this isn't a replica, is it?" He looked at the Doctor, eyebrows raised.

"No," the Doctor agreed. "This is actually an 18th-century French fireplace."

Y/n narrowed his eyes. "Well how is that possible? In so much time passed, the only way this thing is in such good condition is if it was fairly new, or untouched. It would have gotten scuffed or broken, needed replacements in all that time." He jerked. "Could they be time travelers?"

"You know as much as I do," the Doctor answered. And it was true. Time travel wasn't a common thing. It wasn't technology the Timelords had shared with anyone else. It was highly unlikely at best, and even if that was the case, why would someone take a mantle out of time and use it to decorate a ship? There were better and far more easily accessed things. There was a second of silence as the two men searched for clues until the Doctor drew in a sharp breath. "It's double-sided. There's another room through there."

"It can't be," Rose contradicted as the Doctor kneeled down. Y/n followed him and the two leaned against each other to make room for both of them. "That's the outer hull of the ship," Rose continued. She was looking out a window. "Look." At her command, Mickey moved closer to her to inspect.

Suddenly, there was a child on the other side of the fireplace. The Doctor smiled. "Hello."

"Hello?" the small girl replied, obviously unsure. Y/n waved politely. She nodded in return.

"What's your name?" the Doctor asked.

"Reinette," the girl responded. Y/n was surprised by the child's willingness to share infomration. It was rather helpful, but still dangerous since she didn't know them.

"Reinette," the Doctor smiled. "That's a lovely name. Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?" Mickey and Rose crouched between Y/n and the Doctor, trying to see what was going on. Rose gasped quietly.

That seemed to confuse the girl. "In my bedroom?" she offered slowly.

"And where's your bedroom?" the Doctor clarified. "Where do you live, Reinette?"

"Paris of course," Reinette responded, shaking her head slightly. Y/n wanted to say somethingm but the Doctor had it handled and the child was probably a little overwhelmed with a bunch of strange people looking at her. Having more than one of them talk to her at a time might be overwhelming and could scare her off.

"Paris, right." The Doctor grinned, shaking his head, playing off that he was just silly or confused and not the truth, which was much harder to explain.

The girl seemed to have questions of her own. "Monsieur, what are you doing in my fireplace?"

"Oh it's just a routine... fire check," the Doctor lied on the fly. Y/n shook his head, trying to hide his smile. "Can you tell me what year it is?" the Doctor asked quickly, trying to cover up the obvious lie. "Can you tell me what year it is?"

"Of course I can," Reinette answered. She smiled, amused by the funny man in her fireplace. "1727."

Well that explained the fireplace. At least, where they got it. "Right, lovely, one of my favorites."

"You say that for every time," Y/n finally spoke up. "They're all your favorite."

"Well, yeah," the Doctor relented. "I will say, August of this year though is a bit rubbish, though. Stay indoors." He perked up. "Okay. That's all for now. Thanks for your help. Hope you enjoy the rest of the fire. Night night."

"Goodnight, Monsieur," was all Reinette said in reply. They all stood, facing each other away from the fireplace.

"You said this was the 51st-century," Micky reminded rather bitterly.

"I also said the ship was generating enough energy to punch a hole in the universe," the Doctor shot back immediately. "I think we just found the hole." They all looked back at the fireplace. "Must be a spatio-temporal hyperlink," he continued to himself.

"What's that?" Mickey asked.

"He made it up," Y/n scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't want to say magic door," the Doctor complained in response.

Rose tried a go at this whole thing. "And on the other side of the "magic door" it's France in 1727?"

"Well." the Doctor tilted his head. "She was speaking French. Right period French, too."

"No, she was speaking English. I heard her." Mickey's eyebrows were so pushed together his confusion seemed to turn to anger.

"No the TARDIS translates languages so wherever we go, we understand what everyone is saying," Rose explained eagerly, always happy to have her turn knowing what's going on. Her excitement was cute. They were a clever bunch, them. Well not Mickey, but the rest of them.

That was a rude thought. Perhaps the Doctor was rubbing off on Y/n a little more than he'd thought.

"Even French?" Mickey asked.

Y/n replied, "Obviously," at the same time that Rose gave a much kinder, more patient response of, "Yep." She nudged him and he smiled, playing innocent. They began migrating back toward the mantle, and Y/n crouched down, looking through the fire. Rose and Mickey were stepped back as Mickey tried to process the TARDIS when suddenly the floor began to move.

The Doctor had found a lever, and with victory, he pulled it. "Gotchya!" That's what made the floor move, as like a false bookcase in a murder mystery story, the whole thing spun so they were on the other side of the mantle, in the room where Reinette had been. Except... they didn't mean Mickey and Rose, because they'd been too far. Only by coincidence had Y/n managed to be close enough that when the thing turned, he had gone with the Doctor.

Y/n stood, eyes wide as he looked around the room with awe. He went to say something, but then his eyes landed on Reinette, who was asleep in bed. She looked sound asleep too, despite being wide awake and moving around and talking just seconds ago. Y/n and the Doctor exchanged wide looks. They both slowly moved further into the room, the Doctor going to the window to look outside and Y/n moving around to inspect the make of the room and attempt to take a peak outside the door into the hallway.

Attempt was the word, because before he could actually do it, Reinette awoke with a gasp, sitting up in bed with wide eyes. The Doctor rushed to calm her. "It's okay! Don't scream. It's me. It's fireplace man." Y/n shot him a look, but it seemed to work. Did this child have no survival instincts at all? Two grown, strange men creeping around her bedroom at night while she slept and she's calm the second she sees the Doctor?

Well, actually, that made sense. There was a sense that one could always trust the Doctor. The same went for Y/n, but for different reasons. The Doctor was the kind of person you hid behind and trusted to run out into battle and protect you. Even if he wasn't by your side, you knew you were safe. Y/n was the kind of person who never left your side. He held your hand and comforted you and gave the sense that he would take a bullet for you while holding you in his arms, his back to the danger and you completely safe from it. Together they were quite calming. The Doctor knew what he was doing, and nothing could stop him from figuring it out and destroying it. Y/n knew less, but was far more ready to put himself in harm's way, and nothing would ever get to you as long as he was there to stand in danger's way.

The Doctor moved to the candle on Reinette's dresser, using his sonic screwdriver to light the candle and cast light in the room so the girl in bed could see him. Her eyes moved from him quickly though to Y/n. "And his friend," she told herself. It didn't seem to e something she meant to say aloud.

"Yes." the Doctor began to change, becoming softer and warmer. It was something he did only for children. It showed that huge, soft heart of his he tried to protect - even from Rose who couldn't always see through his guise because she didn't know what Y/n did. Children had always made him like this. More human. Less logical and curious and detached and more emotional. Closer. Y/n tried not to think about the time that had been most true, with his own children. How that had become so painful for him after they were gone, but how it had never gone away because he just couldn't help himself. The Doctor spoke again, knocking Y/n out of his thoughts. "We were talking, the three of us, just a moment ago. We were in your fireplace."

The girl shook her head. "Monsieur, that was weeks ago. That was months."

The Doctor looked at Y/n, who was just as surprised. Hadn't it been just seconds ago for them? "Really?" the brunette asked as he turned back to the child. He rose a hand to tug on his ear - a tell that he was caught off guard and uncomfortable. He really was a terrible liar. He turned away from her, going back to the mantle. He kneeled down, knocking on it. "Must be a loose connection. We need to get someone in here."

"Wait Doctor-" Y/n moved closer as well, a startling thought hitting him. "If time passes like that over here, do you think it's just that time is different on either side? I mean, its been seconds since we left Rose and Mickey for us but..."

Before they could brain map that out, or go back, Reinette spoke again. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The Doctor didn't answer though. He froze a second, and then his eyes slowly drifted back toward the mantle, away from the little girl, landing on the clock. Y/n wasn't sure what he was seeing, but he looked anyway, hoping it would click immediately. "Okay, that's scary," the Doctor muttered.

"You're scared of a broken clock?" Reinette asked with slight sass. Y/n was starting to like this kid.

Amusement didn't seem to be in the cards for the Doctor right now though. With all seriousness he responded, "Just a bit scared, yeah. Just a little tiny bit. Cause you see, if this clock's broken, and it's the only clock in the room..." He looked around to affirm and Y/n followed his gaze.

And that was when he heard it. He looked back at the clock on the mantle to be sure, and saw the hands were still, frozen in place. But if that was the case... "What's making that ticking noise?" It was half a question, and half a resolution as he realized what path the Doctor had gone down.

"Definitely not a clock," the Doctor provided like an answer, even though it was phrased as if continuing a sentence that Y/n had just supplied a part of. "You can tell by the resonance. Too big." He began walking away from the mantle and Y/n stayed close. Not to hide behind the Doctor as most people were happy to do, but because he was making sure the Doctor was okay - just as he always stayed close to keep people safe. "Six feet I'd say," the Doctor continued. "The size of a man."

"What is it?" Reinette asked, beginning to grow panicked.

The Doctor began to move to one side of the bed, nodding Y/n to go the other way. Only then did the men part. "Now let's think." the Doctor was all business now, taking control of a situation and figuring out the threat. It calmed Reinette as it did earlier, to see the two men to actually be who they seemed to be. Without the Doctor to watch, Y/n moved closer to Reinette, looking around the room, his body coiled to fight if necessary. "If you were a thing that ticked and you were hiding in someone's bedroom, first thing you do: break the clock. No one notices the sound of one clock ticking, but two?" He hesitated a while and Y/n felt a chill in his spine. "You might start to wonder if you were really alone. He began to kneel, looking under the bed, and Y/n moved to block the other side. The thing still might escape at the end, but the less places it had to go, the better. Y/n stayed on his feet, still ready to run or tackle something if he had to. "Stay in the middle of the bed," the Doctor instructed Reinette. "Hands and feet close by."

The Doctor looked under the bed. There was the soft whirring of the sonic screwdriver, and long silence that held far too much tension.

Suddenly, a hand shot out and the trio jumped, eyes going wide. Y/n watched the Doctor to make sure he was okay, still planted in place if the thing tried to run.

Unfortunately, the thing did run, but it moved incredibly fast. It was out from under the bed and standing next to Y/n within seconds, and all Y/n could do was stand there as the thing wrapped a hand around his throat. He went stiff, eyes wide. The Doctor moved slowly from being on the ground to raising from the floor at a snail's pace, eyes trained on the thing that was currently holding Y/n in a very compromising position.

"Reinette," the Doctor whispered softly, looking at the small girl who was facing him instead of the thing that had Y/n. "Don't look round." As she had been all night, the girl was obedient. "You." The Doctor's voice had changed as he directed the thing holding Y/n. "Stay exactly where you are. Unless of course you could be so kind as to let my partner there go." His words were polite, but his tone was dark. He was not asking. If anything, his words were a threat. The thing didn't move, either to let Y/n go or to hurt him, so the Doctor hesitated, looking at Reinette again. His face changed and he kneeled down again, but this time to grab Reinette's face with both of his hands. Y/n knew what he was doing, and he relaxed. As much as Reinette was fine with sitting there and listening to every word the Doctor told her, Y/n was the same. Both of them trusted the Doctor completely, and if he didn't think Y/n was in any real danger enough to address it, he wasn't.

"What is it?" Y/n asked softly, taking in the expression of the man now looking at Reinette like she had an arm attached to the side of her head.

"You've been scanning her brain." It was an answer, but mostly an accusation, and it was targeted at the clockwork man holding Y/n. "You've crossed two galaxies and thousands of years just to scan a child's brain? What could there be in a little girl's mind worth blowing a hole in the universe?" He let Reinette go, standing tall again.

"You've done it now," Y/n mumbled, finding himself grinning.

"I don't understand." Reinette hadn't spoken in a while, but in all that time she hadn't lost much worry, even if her fear was satiated. She was safe while the Doctor was here, but why did she need his protection at all? She turned now, looking at the clockwork thing. "You want me?"

The clockwork man looked at her - the first time it had shown any sign of thought since moving out from under the bed. In a robotic drawl, it answered. "Not yet. You are incomplete." Its hands tightened around Y/n's throat and his eyes fluttered closed as he took in his a labored breath to feed his brain air as much he could.

"Let him go!" Reinette screamed. Unlike when the Doctor had threatened the automaton immediately let go of Y/n, who dropped to his knees, gasping.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" the Doctor asked.

"I'm fine," Y/n rasped, not moving from his spot on the floor. "Keep that brain of yours working, that's what we need right now."

The Doctor hesitated, but obliged. His eyes moved to the automaton. "You said she was incomplete. What does that mean?" The thing didn't respond, and the Doctor got irritated. "You can answer her, you can answer me," he demanded. "What do you mean, incomplete?" He brought up his screwdriver and the thing responded, but not how it had been asked to. Instead, it moved around Y/n on the floor and to the other side of the bed, raising its own arm and extending a blade to press against the Doctor's throat just as threateningly.

"Monsieur be careful!" Reinette begged, worry in her eyes.

"It's just a nightmare, Reinette," the Doctor assured. "Don't worry about it."

Y/n forced himself to his feet. "Doctor," he croaked, afraid to move and startle the thing, but feeling his stress rise at seeing the Doctor in danger. Why couldn't the thing just stay focused on him? Y/n couldn't die. "What you said before, about how it can answer you if it answers her. I mean... she's supposed to be here, we aren't. What if it's not supposed to answer anyone but her?"

The Doctor's eyes widened. That could have been from the way the mechanic thing swung at him though. Y/n surged forward as the Doctor skidded back, the mechanic man following his path. The Doctor kept addressing Reinette, eyes flickering to her as if Y/n hadn't spoken. Y/n realized why when he looked back and noticed her at the edge of her bed, looking ready to cry. "Everyone has nightmares," he told her soothingly. "Even monsters from under the bed have nightmares." he leaned against the mantle, a smirk rising to his face. "Don't you, Monster?" He ducked as the metal weapon swung down at him, missing him and planting firmly in the wood of the mantle instead, sticking and leaving the clockwork machine helpless and unmoving. Y/n met the Doctor, immediately going to check that he was okay.

Reinette interrupted the scene. "What do monsters have nightmares about?" She asked. There was another question in her eyes as she looked between the Doctor and Y/n, but not one she could find words for, so she left it there instead.

The Doctor grinned at that question though, fueled by being able to answer. "Me," he told her as he leaned against the lever that turned the wall again and took the clockwork man, the Doctor, and Y/n all back back over to the ship side of this situation, leaving Reinette in her room alone.

To Y/n's relief, it seemed that neither Rose nor Mickey had moved since they'd been here last. "Doctor!" Rose exclaimed, going to run forward and greet him, but then stopping short when she saw the man clock. The Doctor raced to the side of the room, grabbing one of the guns. Y/n was far out of the way by the time the Timelord turned around, hosing the machine man down with some sort of mist. Y/n realized what had happened when the mist cleared and the clockwork man was silent and still, as if frozen.

"Excellent, ice gun." Mickey looked at the gun with intrigue.

Y/n smirked. "Fire extinguisher actually," he corrected. The Doctor winked, proud of Y/n. He then tossed the gun he was holding to Rose, who caught it and pulled it to her face to take a closer look.

"Where did that thing come from?" Rose asked as she looked at the gun.

"Here." The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets, his brain racing as usual.

"Why is it dressed like that then?" Mickey seemed to disbelieve as usual.

"Well you can't go around somewhere you don't want to be noticed if you don't blend in," was what Y/n offered.

"Fieldtrip to France," the Doctor followed up. "Some kind of camouflage protocol." He began to walk toward the thing. "Nice needle work. Shame about the face." He pushed the mask off, knocking it to the floor to reveal the actual head of the thing underneath. What was there was a head-shaped clear, plastic shield that rested overtop clockwork, all made of gold. The Doctor's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and Y/n gasped, moving closer rather quickly. "Oh, you are beautiful!" He took out his glasses to get a better look. "No really, you are. Look at that!" he looked at Y/n, his eyes full of admiration. Y/n's eyes were trained on the clockwork, but he felt the Doctor's gaze and nodded in silent awe. "Space age clockwork. I love it. I've got chills! Listen, seriously, I mean this from the heart - and by the way, count those - it would be a crime, it would be an act of vandalism, to disassemble you..."

Y/n snorted. "Since when has that ever stopped you?"

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "Not even once," he admitted. "And it won't stop me now." There was a split second, as if the thing was realizing how dangerous the Doctor was, and then it split into lots of pieces and was sucked up and away. "Short range teleport, can't have gone far. Could still be on board," the Doctor explained as he turned away, back to the mantle. "

"What is it?" Rose demanded.

"Don't go looking for it!" was all the Doctor offered in response. Y/n knew it was because the Timelord had no idea, and he hated to admit that most of the time.

"Well where are you going?" Rose shot back.

"Can I come with you?" Y/n asked, realizing the Doctor was headed back to Reinette's room.

The Doctor shook his head. "I need you to keep an eye on these two. We both know how far what I tell them to do goes." Then he hit the lever and the wall turned and he was gone.

There was only a second before Rose was ready to go off and do exactly what she'd been told not to, just as the Doctor predicted. "He said not to go look for it," Mickey reminded.

Y/n turned around, his face stern, to see Rose grinning smugly. "Yeah, he did." She looked at Y/n, daring him to stop her.

He always did as the Doctor asked, as he did now, and she knew it. "Come on Rose, it's dangerous and we have no idea what we're up a-" He had been walking toward her to stop her, but when he got close enough she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a rather heated kiss. She leaned away too soon for Y/n to be satisfied, leaving him reeling instead.

"You were saying?" As she winked at Y/n, Mickey grabbed another one of the guns off of where the Doctor grabbed the first one, and returned to Rose. "Now you've got it," she complimented. Then she turned around and began trekking down the hall and Y/n was completely helpless to stop her.

"Wait!" He squeaked, trying to orient himself. But it was too late, and he groaned before jogging after them. Why was it always up to him to keep them in check? They never listened anyway!

Mickey went the fast way, zooming past all the important stuff as he tried to look cool with his rolls and tiptoeing. Rose followed after him, looking around corners at least and walking normally, keeping an eye out for danger. Y/n dragged at last, paying attention to everything he could without being slow enough for Rose to get out of his sight. At one point Mickey made some sound of alarm and the other two moved to him. "Look at this," he told them. "That's an eye in there. That's a real eye."

And, unfortunately, he was right. In some sort of camera, where the lense would be was what looked to be just a human eye. Something or the sort at least - it seemed to be close to human in structure. Y/n moved closer and the thing zipped away.

"That's not good," Y/n said softly. "Ships don't have eyes attached to things that should be mechanic - living parts and machinery don't mix."

Rose caught his attention again by opening a hatch lower down the wall and leaning down. Mickey leaned down with her, peering into the hole behind the hatch. "What is that? There in the middle, it looks like it's wired in." Y/n couldn't see cause there was no room to get a vantage point, so he stayed back.

Rose answered for him. "It's a heart, Mickey. It's a human heart." They leaned away, and Rose looked at Y/n. "You've never seen anything like this before? Or the Doctor?"

Y/n's expression was grim as he looked around the ship, feeling his stomach turn as he began to put something together he didn't like. "No. Like I said, organic matter and machinery have never combined well. The metal bits would get too hot eventually and..." he swallowed, turning away. "Never mind. If you two are set on wandering around, we shall continue with that." And without another word he surged forward, hands in pockets and refusing to answer.

Rose tried to pressure him but after a while of not a single word for him, the trip grew silent. Until Mickey spoke up again. "Maybe it wasn't a real heart." Safely out of sight, Y/n allowed himself to roll his eyes.

"Of course it was a real heart." That cake from Rose, and she sounded as irritated as Y/n felt.

Mickey didn't seem to like that. Neither did Y/n, but one didn't deal with things they liked by ignoring them or trying to push them away or deny their existence. You had to accept the bad things as reality in order to conquer them. "Is this normal for you guys? Is this an average day?"

"Not this specifically," Y/n answered softly.

"There aren't really average days for anything though," Rose added. "Not with the Doctor. You don't ever really adjust to this stuff."

Y/n reached what seemed to be a window into a room that looked like it came from Reinette's time. He leaned closer, trying to look in. Rose and Mickey caught up with him. "It's France again. We can see France." Y/n glared And tried not to aim it at Mickey. If the man made one more obvious statement Y/n might implode.

"I think we're looking in a mirror." Rose seemed to be handling this better than Y/n, though not by much.

Some people walked in and Y/n watched, trying to read their lips. That wasn't one of the things he knew though, even with the odd things he'd accidentally picked up from the Doctor - like sticking his hands in his pockets when he didn't know what to do with them. "Who's this guy?" Mickey scoffed as they watched.

"The king of France." Y/n was surprised to hear the Doctor's voice, but relieved too.

"Oh," Rose drawled teasingly. "Here's trouble. What have you been up to?"

"This and that," was all they got. "Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat. Got in a fight with a clockwork man - Reinette asked where you were by the way, Y/n."

"Take me next time then," Y/n shot jokingly.

"Might as well, you obviously can't keep these two where they're supposed to be like I asked," the Doctor shot back.

"Since when has anything been able to stop Rose Tyler?" Y/n defended himself.

That made the Doctor smile. "Fair point." there was suddenly a neigh from a horse as the white animal turned the corner. "Did I mention I made friends with a horse?"

Once again Mickey came in with the worst question. "What's a horse doing on a spaceship?"

The Doctor came back with irritation that made Y/n feel pleased. "Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective." Y/n snorted. "See these?" He pointed to the mirror, turning attention to that instead so Mickey has to room to reply back. "They're all over the spaceship, on every deck. Gateways to history." A woman walked in the room, and Y/n tilted his head. She seemed familiar somehow. "But not just any old history," the Doctor continued. "Hers."

That's when it clicked. "That's Reinette?" Y/n asked in surprise. The Doctor nodded. He had a soft look in his eyes that made Y/n raise his eyebrows. The brunette felt the other's man gaze and turned to look, only to look away again very quickly when Y/n smirked. He was about to tease when the Doctor continued, a little more awkward this time.

"A time window. Deliberately arranged along the life of one particular woman. A spaceship from the 51st century stalking a woman from the 18th." He shook his head. "Why?"

"Who is she?" Rose inquired.

"Jean-Antionette Poisson," the Doctor replied. Y/n rose his eyebrows. French Mamés were so fancy. "Known to her friends as Reinette. One of the most accomplished women who ever lived." So that's why he was so into her.

"So she's got plans to be the Queen then?" Rose asked next, watching the way Reinette smiled at the King.

"No he's already got a Queen," the Doctor told her. "She's got plans of being his mistress."

Y/n's eyes went wide. "I'm worry, are we talking about- oh my stupid human brain, we're talking about THE Madame de Pompadour?" Y/n hissed, his eyebrows coming together in surprise.

The Doctor grinned. "Only and only!"

Y/n snorted. "You're just a man after all," he teased. Rose and Mickey both realized the Doctor's infatuation then too, Rose scowling and Mickey snickering quietly to himself.

The Doctor however, decided to ignore his comment. "I think this is the night they met. The night of the Yew Tree Ball. In no time flat she'll get herself established as his official mistress with her own rooms at the palace, even her own title. Madame de Pompredour, as Y/n so kindly recalled earlier."

Reinette moved toward the mirror, fixing herself, but looking straight at the four people she didn't know were looking back. "Queen must have loved her," Rose snarked quietly. Y/n silently thought that she was rather beautiful - a notice that had probably been what had made Rose think of that in the first place. He noticed the way the blonde looked at Reinette, and then took a peek at the Doctor. Y/n internally sighed. This girl and her jealousy...

"Yeah, they were actually really good friends," the Doctor stated in response to what she'd said.

"The Kong's wife and the Kong's girlfriend?" Mickey scoffed. When he said girlfriend, he looked directly at Y/n, and Y/n felt his anger rise.

"France," the Doctor dismissed. "Different planet." Suddenly he froze, and Y/n looked back through the mirror to see Reinette turning around, facing a man that was looking away from her. The thing turned and-

At the same time the Doctor and Y/n both lurched forward, pushing the mirror so it turned as the wall had at the mantle before, surging into the room as one. At some point he must have grabbed one of the guns because he suddenly hosed the thing down with it, freezing it as he had the one from before. Except this one... was working against that frost.

"Fireplace man," Reinette shouted in surprise. She then saw Y/n and grinned. "And he's brought his friend this time." Y/n tipped his head in greeted and she gave a small courtsey in response.

"What's it doing?" Mickey asked, in reference to the whirring sound coming from the clockwork man.

"Working its gears, trying to heat the ice." The Doctor tossed the gun back to Rose, who it seemed he'd stolen it from in the first place.

"And what happens then?" Mickey continued.

"It kills everyone in the room," the Doctor answered with a frown. Just then the arm of the clockwork man shot forward, hand reaching to choke the Doctor as it had once tried to choke Y/n. The Doctor was expecting it though, and was faster to react, jetting out of the way before it could succeed. "Focuses The mind, doesn't it?" He stared at the machine with authority. "Who are you?" He demanded. "Identify yourself." The thing only tilted its head.

Y/n stepped forward. "Remember before, Doctor? In Reinette's room?"

The Timelord nodded. "Right." He looked at Reinette. "Order it to answer me."

That seemed to confuse her though. "Why should it answer to me?"

"I don't know," he offered honestly. "But it did when you were a child." He looped around, moving to stand behind her, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Let's see if you've still got it." Y/n smirked to himself. What a damn flirt.

Reinette turned to the living machine. "Answer his question," she ordered. "Answer any and all questions put to you."

The machine lowered its arm. "I am repair droid seven."

"And what happened to the ship?" The Doctor asked. "That's a lot of damage."

Y/n sucked in a breath and for a second, all eyes except the driod's turned to him. He looked at the machine though as it answered, "Ion storm, 82% failure."

"What did you find out, Y/n?" The Doctor pressed. So Y/n stepped forward, hoping he was wrong.

"The ship hasn't moved in a long while, hasn't it?" Y/n asked softly. "It's taken you a while to fix it - why?"

"We did not have the parts," the machine answered.

"You didn't have the parts you needed to fix your ship?" Y/n's voice was beginning to taint with horror, and the others looked at him with pre confusion, unsure as to what he was getting at. "So you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, ship broken down, no way to move, without the parts you need, and you had to do something." Y/n shook his head. "Why here and now? Why Reinette? What are you looking for here?"

"We did not have the parts," was all the machine answered.

So Y/n changed his question. "What part are you looking for?"

"What?" The Doctor couldn't make sense of that question. "They couldn't be looking for any parts here - it wouldnt make any sense at all. What about the crew?"

Again, the machine answered, "We didn't have the parts."

Y/n sighed, closing his eyes. "We found a camera with an eye in it. A heart, wired into the ship." He opened his eyes again, looking at the Doctor. "They didn't have the parts, so they used what was available to them."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "They used the crew." The others gawked, except Y/n who had known since they'd seen everything before. "It's just doing what it was programmed to do. Using whatever it can, wherever it can find it. No one told them the crew wasn't on the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelled of?"

Rose was stunned, her eyes glossing over as she remembered what she'd said then, and how it must have connected in Y/n's mind later. "Someone cooking." Her answer came with detached horror.

"Like I said. Machinery and organic material- they don't mix." Y/n's eyes dropped to the ground.

"Flesh plus heat," the Doctor added on. "Barbecue." A heavy silence fell, but the Doctor had never been good with silences so he didn't let it settle. "But what are you doing- oh!" He looked at Y/n, then back to the machine. "You're here for a part."

"One more part is required," the machine responded in confirmation.

The Doctor's voice dropped. "Why haven't you taken it?"

"She is not complete," the machine responded. Y/n remembered that it said the same thing that night in Reinette's bedroom.

"What so that's the plan then?" The Doctor jerked back in half mocking disbelief. It was a ridiculous plan, to be fair. "Open up more and more time windows and scanning her brain, checking to see if she's done yet?"

Then Rose jumped in with a brilliant question. "Why her?" She asked. "You've got all of history to choose from- why specifically her?"

"I mean The Doctor said it didn't he?" He realized before the machine could respond. "The most successful woman in history. Brilliant, and incredibly accomplished. I mean, the Doctor could probably go on for years about all she's been able to do. Her mind - her brain, the part they need - it's... I mean sorry if this sounds bad, but it's brilliant. They had to choose someone. Why not her?"

The machine looked at Y/n. "We are the same," It agreed.

"The same?" Reinette spat. "We are not the same! We are in no such way the same!" She panicked, and before anyone could stop her she ordered the thing, "Get out of here this instant!" It disappeared and Y/n ran into the ship, looking around the corner. It was gone though. The Doctor yelled something and Rose and Mickey took off running.

Before Y/n could join then the Doctor called, "Y/n, stay with me!" So Y/n turned around and reentered the room with Reinette and the Doctor. He closed the mirror, realizing it was actually a window instead. He left the other two to do their thing as he turned to the wall, looking at the decorations with a close eye. He felt the need to soak it all in, and whatever the Doctor was doing he didn't actually need Y/n's help, otherwise he would have called him over.

He heard their flirting as the Doctor looked into Reinette's mind, and he rolled his eyes at their antics. That was... until Reinette said something that shocked both of the men in the room. "Oh Doctor, such a lonely childhood." Y/n turned. "So, so lonely. Lonely then, and even lonelier now."

"What are you talking about?" The Doctor asked. "You've never been lonely once in your life." Suddenly he jerked back. "Since when did you start calling me Doctor?"

She just looked back at him. "A door once opened can be stepped through in either direction." She stepped up to him. "Oh Doctor. My lonely Doctor." She was so beautiful, and she looked at him with so much love. She'd said he was lonely... only then did Y/n fully understand Rose's jealousy. Was he not enough? "Dance with me," she asked. Y/n turned and moved away, through the window and into the ship, walking back to the flight deck and to the mantle to cool off. He was suddenly angry, and all that ever did was cloud his mind. The Doctor needed him sharp - feelings couldn't get in the way. How could he ever blame anyone for falling in love with the Doctor? Hadn't he done it himself? His eyes found the mantle, and he drifted toward it, pulling the lever. He ended up in Reinette's room. Or... her old room he supposed. He heard footsteps, many footsteps, and ducked behind a curtain.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed to be a very bad time. The room was being emptied, and it seemed that the mantle was going now. Which meant... there was no way back. He peeked our, trying to think, and was immediately spotted. "Y/n." He looked over in surprise to see Reinette of all people. He slipped out, a stiff smile on his face.

"Hello, Reinette."

She seemed to sense his slight disdain. "I'm sorry for that night. I remember - that was the last time I saw you. I saw you two in his head, and I... well, I didn't realize until later when he was leaving. What it meant, and why you left. I'm very sorry." Y/n slipped his hands in his pockets. The other people in the room seemed to hesitate, but then left when the two seemed casual enough. Only one man stood outside the room in order to give them privacy of sort while also making sure Reinette stayed safe. "Have You two had time to talk? I don't know what happens on your dude of things."

Y/n shook his head. "Back there... there's kind of not much time. I mean, where I come from... well it's a bit complicated."

She looked at the mantle, then back. "Do you need to go soon?"

Y/n sighed. "You broke the connection, and I can't fix it from this side. The Doctor will be here soon I'm sure. Until then, if you want to ask, I'm more than happy to answer. I... I think I need some air. Just a bit maybe."

She smiled. "Wonderful."

Three years. Y/n did not age, as he had long since stopped doing, but Reinette did. The two became very good friends, and she kept him a secret from other people. They got attached to each other, but even if they hadn't it wouldn't have mattered. For some reason The exists that he knew weren't working. He couldn't figure out how to get back onto the ship. So he waited for the Doctor - the long route, just like everyone else. He had to say, he didn't mind it. Sticking by Reinette's side was kind of refreshing. When he drew a line she knew to withdraw, but otherwise they talked about everything - and they especially bonded over their deep feelings for the Doctor.

Over time, Y/n adjusted to life in France. It was odd, and he tried to stay away from people and out of any news or such as much as he could because it all confused him and he was worried about changing too much, but for the most part it was fine. He became Reinette's footman - a thing that had been a bit of scandal for a while, but nothing too big as it had been written off as her secret brother or cousin or something. It was too clear too soon that they weren't lovers, and that was what mattered.

Even Y/n and the King got along. It was the day that the King had asked for his company riding horses that Y/n returned to a frantic Reinette. "Those friends of yours just turned up and said in five years they're returning. The clockwork men. I..." She slouched in disappointment. "You weren't here. I tried the entrance again after they left, but it was suddenly locked like all the others. I- I'm so sorry Y/n, I forgot to tell them about you. There was so much going on-"

"No worries my lady," Y/n dismissed. "This way I'll be right by your side when those things come. It's the best place to be really." He smiled and after a second, so did she.

And so five more years passed.

It had been eight years without the Doctor, and Y/n had matured a lot. He'd been allowed his own room to breathe. Oddly enough, his memories of the TARDIS never faded and he found himself missing the Doctor and Rose and even Mickey. He had found this sort of life nice and refreshing at first, but it was boring now. He had a lot more skills - horse riding and sword fighting and cooking and baking. He had even picked up carving, and had seen lots of history up close and personal. But it wasn't with the two people he loved the most.

There was something that kept him from going back though. A question that stuck stubbornly in the back of his mind.

Did they miss him at all?

Perhaps that wasn't fair. It had been eight years for him, but probably not even an hour for them. A horrible thought occurred to him at one point. They might not have even noticed he was gone yet at all.

That thought was what made him hesitate.

The day came that the clockwork men returned, and Reinette rushed to her mantle to call for the Doctor. When she stood, she turned to Y/n. "What do I do?"

Y/n pressed his lips together. "As the Doctor asked. He will come Reinette, I swear to you. He doesn't break his word. That's not the kind of man he is. He will save you."

She looked at him, noticing easily his wording as they knew each other too well not to notice such vital things. "Will he not rescue you as well? Take you back and await from here?"

Putting his hands in his pockets - a habit he still had, even after all these years - Y/n looked away from her. "May I ask you something? A favor? Something very important to me?"

"Of course," Reinette agreed earnestly.

"When he comes," Y/n began. "Do not tell him of me. Not unless he asks." Reinette was going to argue, but then seemed to see the importance of the second bit and hesitated only a second before nodding. That was when the mechanical men came for her. They took her, and forced Y/n to stay, holding him at needle point in a threat. Reinette assured him that she'd be okay, because the Doctor would come. So Y/b stayed in the room and listened to the door lock, letting him know he was all alone with no way out until this whole thing was over.

So he sat. And he waited.

Until the door opened again, and he ducked for cover just in case. It was not the clockwork men... it was however, the Doctor, who he was just as eager to hide from.

"It's not a replica," Reinette was saying. "It's the exact same one. I had it moved here, and was stern about it being kept in exact detail." She left out the fact that Y/n had suggested it, which made him realize the Doctor had yet to ask about him.

"The fireplace," the Doctor cooed, smiling at the memories the thing brought up. "When did you do this?"

"Many years ago," Reinette answered. "In a hope that a door once opened may be opened again." Y/n pressed into the wall, wishing he could leave. He didn't want to be here for this. "One never quite knows when one needs ones Doctor. Or his friend."

"I'm sorry that Y/n didn't come with me." Y/n tended against the wall. "He was on the other side when I jumped through. Good thing though - he'll be able to get the other two home. So there's that." Wait what?

Reinette hummed in thought. "They are trapped there without at least one of your there?"

The Doctor paused. "Well, yes..."

Without leaving him room to answer, Reinette pressed on. "The mantle appears undamaged. Do you think it'll still work?"

"You broke the bond with the ship when you moved it," the Doctor told her. "Which means it was off line when the mirror broke- probably what saved it. But..." he suddenly moved to the mantle, taking out his screwdriver. It was a sight for sore eyes, and Y/n couldn't handle it. He slipped away, out of the room and away from the Doctor and the mantle and the woman who had become his best friend.

Reinette joined him after a while. "He's gone again, our Doctor." She sighed. "He said he would back in just a moment but..."

"That's The thing with time windows," Y/n sighed. "Time is a fickle thing. Passes different only one side than the other. Seconds to him..."

"Years to us." Reinette nodded. She hesitated a while then turned to Y/n. "Why did you hide? He didn't ask for you because he thinks you're on the ship."

Y/n watched the stars outside, thinking about a life where he'd never see them again. It was a terrible thought. "At first it was jealousy and insecurity. A stupid thing I suppose, but it was meaningful then. The way he loves even people he's just met. The way he loves, but still feels lonely because he refuses himself any joy, even to allow others to love him. It scared me. That say you said he was lonely... you know he shouldn't have been though. He had me, and Rose."

"She won't be around forever," Reinette pointed out.

"But I will." Y/n's voice was raw. "But that wasn't even really the point... I don't know, I just thought- I thought love was a hard thing, so I avoided it for years. It came slow to me - far slower than most people. As much slow to me as it comes fast to the Doctor. I've loved two people my entire life, and now I'm staring eternity in the face with only the possibility of a happy ending with one. And... he's so strange. He's not human, and he's consumed by this loneliness that makes him so hard on the inside. So far away. No matter how far I reach, he is always out of my grasp. I can know, but I do not understand. It puts things between us. I mean- we'd never do well in this life. This slow life. He rarely ever kisses me, and sometimes he ignores me altogether, because he values knowledge above all else and is terrified of love, as much as I used to be." He looked at Reinette again. "What if I'm not meant to be with them? People question my never waning age here, but otherwise I do very well. He would do well without me, just fine. But I will suffer without him. It makes me feel pathetic."

Reinette was quiet a long time. "It is hard for a human to love an angel. I can't imagine playing at having that love returned, never quite sure of how real it is or much it will stick or how long it will last. Playing at a dream, hoping to delay the time until you wake up."

Y/n sighed. "He'll be back one day. Perhaps I will know the answer then."

So they waited, both of them. They waited so long. So many years for such a long time that Reinette died before the Doctor came back. When he did, Y/n stood outside in a suit in the rain, watching the carriage go with her body inside, heading off to be buried. Y/n watched, and he decided that after all these years this was the moment that proved to him all the pain and insecurity and hesitation and not being quite sure was all worth it. The danger didn't matter. Neither did the slight loneliness. Because when one loves an angel, and that glorious being dared attempt to return such affection, even a little bit was worth it. It would be the best love Y/n ever experienced, and that would be enough.

When Y/n came inside, the Doctor was waiting for him. "You've been here all this time?" Y/n nodded. "How long?"

Y/n slipped his hands in his pockets. "I had been here eight years when her 37th birthday. Now she's a little over 40 so... somewhere between ten and twenty years?"

The Doctor hesitated. "Do you prefer it here?"

Y/n looked around. "No." He looked back. "I did have a long time to think though. I... I know a lot about you, Doctor. And you far less so about me. I know that we rushed things, You me and Rose. I understand if you need to take a step back. I don't want you to feel like we have to do anything, or be anything. I-" he sighed. "I don't want you to feel lonely with me around. I just want to be what you wish for, so that you may not feel lonely anymore. Loneliness - it's a terrible feeling."

After a second, the Doctor smiled. "I haven't seen you in so many hours, and for you it's been a decade and a half - give or take. And after all this time, what you've come to realize about your life is that you like this life of ours? Danger and confusion and guessing and all? Me, and my nonsensical ways? You'd chose that over this, and to have it you'd be anything I asked you, even if it meant sacrificing your own feelings?"

"I suppose that's what love is," Y/n shrugged. "Willing to help you be happy, even if it's not with me."

That made the Doctor shake his head, even as he continued giving a small smile. "She told me you were jealous of her. How you were I have no idea. I'd rather have you and Rose at my side any day. Though..." his smile wavered. "I do wish I'd been able to show her just one star up close."

Y/n nodded. "I wish you'd been able to as well."

The Doctor approached Y/n, taking his hand. "So. Back to the TARDIS then?" Y/n nodded. "You can only come if you come as my lover though." He said in with an airy voice, sounding a little like how Reinette used to refer to the King.

It made Y/n chuckle, softly. The fact he could find amusement on such a sorrowful day was quite wonderful. It's what Reinette would have wanted. "Of course, Doctor. I'd have it no other way." So they did go back, and for now, that was the end of it.

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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mint chocolate

you’ve been in love with ethan since the early days of your childhood friendship, but what happens when it’s too late to tell him?

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An elephant’s memory. That’s what your mom had always said - you had an elephant’s memory. Never forgot a detail, a friend, a face. Which is why you could still remember the first halloween party you ever got invited to, all the way back in preschool, as clearly as you could remember what you had for breakfast yesterday.

You didn’t remember the party though, but that was because you didn’t go. It had been a simple decision once you’d found out from eavesdropping on the mom gossip that only 33 of the 35 kids from your class had gotten the cute personalized invitations in the mail.

Your four year old self said it best - “If etee and gray aren’t going, I’s not going.”

You didn’t realize until you were older that you words had made Lisa cry, overwhelmed and grateful that her boys had a friend at school when everyone seemed to be against them. So, she’d decided to make it the best halloween that she possibly could for her kids, and for you.

And thus, over way too much sugary candy, smores, trick or treating and the watchful eyes of your mom and Lisa, the trio was born on Halloween night, 2004.

The three of you held strong through elementary school - sat next to each other until the teacher separated you for talking too much, shared your lunches every day. Lisa would even send an extra piece of candy on Friday’s for you in Ethan’s lunch - little pieces of mint chocolate that they kept at the salon for clients. Recess was always your favorite time, because the boys were wild, always finding something more fun than the playground equipment, like trees to climb or hills to roll down. You were fine with that - there were too many kids on the playground anyways. And when little scrawny David tried to kiss you at the top of the slide Ethan shoved him down, getting himself time out for the next three days.

You sat with him in the mulch every day until he was allowed to play again.

Middle school was where the bumps in the road came along. Grayson went, in his mother’s words, ‘girl crazy’, and in his brother’s words, he ‘became a player’. Turns out, middle school girls don’t trust their boyfriends to have girl best friends, and Grayson fell into the trap, desperate to people please and get a date to the dance. Every time he broke up with them he’d come back, apologize, want to be your friend again, and you let him, because you loved him, even if he was a dick sometimes.

Ethan was another story. Sure, he had a few 6th grade girlfriends who constituted an after school hug as a date, but the first negative thing they said about you had him bounding down the hallway to your locker to reassure you that he was, once again, a ‘single pringle’.

With Grayson off having Lisa drive him and the girl of the month to the fro-yo shop twice a week, it left space for you and Ethan to get even closer than you already were. You took stupid pictures on his families computer, edited them to high heaven with the strongest contrast and put stupidly fonted “<3″ and “bffz foreva” all around your faces, set them as your blackberry backgrounds. You watched movie reruns and renamed the characters and talked about how Ethan wanted to be an actor someday. You played hide and seek in the Dolan’s backyard, always giving away your hiding spot when one of you got too spooked and ran to the other one. You were allowed to spend the night if you stayed in the living room, which meant you took the couch, Ethan took the floor, and usually Grayson ended up curled up in the recliner, wanting to be a part of the fun once he got home and realized he was missing out.

Things got worse in 8th grade. The bullying was incessant with the boys growing popularity on vine, and since the three of you were always seen as a unit of sorts, you got pulled into it. There were so many jeers in the hallways that you couldn’t keep track of them. The trio reunited, Grayson clinging to you as one of the few friends he could trust. It became texts of ‘lets eat lunch by the band room, no one will bother us over there’ and ‘hey, I heard Jillian earlier, u ok?” snuck under science room tables. You got suspended for punching a guy who wouldn’t shut his mouth about Ethan in September - your parents were pissed but you didn’t care - no one was going to fuck with your friends.

Your reprieves were after school when you could hang out like you always had... well, after they got done with football or lacrosse or wrestling practice. They’d come home sweaty, smelling like gym mats, texting you to come over. If your mom couldn’t take you over Lisa would come pick you up - even Cameron got you a few times, acting like it was a chore but secretly glad that her brothers had someone, anyone, to rely on. You went to every single one of their games and matches, wrote 47 and 8 on your cheeks in face paint and yelled as loud as you could, ate celebratory ice cream with them when they won.

Things got, somehow, even worse freshman year of high school. The bullying was even more intense, with threats posed against both of them, and against you. Ethan got secretive for the first time in his entire friendship with you. One minute he was even more clingy than usual, and the next day he was quiet and distant. It took you calling him out on it one night for him to finally fess up.

And it was those four painful words that made you realize that you were in love with Ethan Dolan.

“We’re moving to LA.”

You cried. Ethan cried. Grayson cried. Lisa cried.

But you dried your tears, put on a brave face, told him how proud you were of him, of both of them. They were chasing their dreams, making it happen for themselves in a way that you could only admire. What type of friend would you be if you tried to hold them back?

You made the most of the last month that they were still in New Jersey, hanging out every minute that you could, helping them look at apartments in LA online, watching them film videos for their channel, supporting them every step of the way.

You lost track of how many times you had to reassure Ethan that you’d be fine in high school without him, even if it wasn’t true. He’d told you over and over to just pretend like you weren’t friends with them anymore - anything to get the bullying to stop. You told him no way in hell.

You stayed the night at the Dolan’s house in October, the night before they got on the plane to move out. It was fun, an early halloween celebration of sorts, mixed with a going away party that had you laughing as much as it had you crying.

The real kicker came around midnight, after Grayson had fallen asleep in the chair that he was much too big for now, and you and Ethan were left in the silence.

“I’m gonna miss you. So much. I don’t know what life looks like without you,” you admitted with teary eyes, toying with his fingers.

“I’m gonna miss you more. But I’ll always be here to visit, and it’ll be just like old times.”

You doubted that, but you weren’t going to say it. The thought of not seeing him everyday, having him so far away, surrounded by new people, new girls - it put a lump in your throat that you couldn’t quite get the words “I’m in love with you” around. You’d realized that it was more than just friendship for you as soon as he told you he was leaving - but you couldn’t bring yourself to put that on him when he already felt guilty enough for leaving you behind.

So you just nodded at his promises of flying you out to LA when they got enough money, showing you all around California, tried to believe him when he said you were always going to be his number one, and fell asleep against his chest.

You rode with them to the airport, held their hands the whole way in the backseat and kept your head held high as you hugged them and sent them through security.

You sobbed the whole way home. Even after you managed to pull yourself together a little bit, when you got that made it, miss you already text that signaled they had landed that night, a whole new wave of tears made their appearance.

You knew it would be hard, but you didn’t realize just how lonely you were going to be without both of them, but especially Ethan at your side.

But there was a silver lining.

It was in those next few months that you realized that Ethan always kept his promises. He facetimed you whenever he could, showed you around their apartment, asked you to explain how to make mac and cheese cause he was ‘gonna starve’. He sent you pictures of everywhere cool he visited in LA, even sent you postcards sometimes just for fun. And when he came to visit a month later he stopped at your house first, knocking incessantly until you opened the door and threw your arms around him. Once the tears had stopped - the ones you let flow and the ones he blinked back, he reached into his bag and pulled something out.

“Look what I found in the airport in LA. Your favorite.” He placed the mint chocolate bar in your hands with a grin, proud of himself for putting such a big smile on your face.

And so, the tradition began.

Every time he came back to New Jersey he was on your doorstep, and every time he brought you one of those little chocolate bars. It didn’t matter that he was home to see his family, because any time you brought it up he’d wave you off, reassure you that ‘you are family bub’, making you fall more and more in love with him every time.

When he had the money, he flew you out to California, showed you all his favorite places. He took you to the beach, on hikes, made sure you got the full cali experience with him at your side.

There were times over the years where he visited less, or visited more. But It didn’t matter if it’d been a week or 3 months since you’d seen him - the butterflies were all the same when you saw him again.

You were sure to catch up each time you reunited, going down the list of everything you might of missed, even if you still talked every day. It went like so:

One: how’s the channel going? To which he would ask “how’s school?”

Two: any new friends? He’d ask the same.

And then came question number three, your least favorite:

Got a girlfriend?

You’d wait with bated breath every time, sighing out in secret relief when he’d say “nah, don’t have time” or “no, LA girls are weird”. And then you’d go on with whatever you had planned that day, whether it was just hanging around your old Jersey stomping grounds or sit in your room, and eventually your apartment when you moved out, heart a bit lighter.

Maybe that’s why it hurt so bad on his last visit when he’d hesitated on that question, looked down at his hands.

The most painful four words you’d been told changed that afternoon, when he finally answered.

“Yeah, I do actually.”

You’d always known it was going to happen eventually - you’d been preparing for it in the back of your mind for a while now. You saw the comments on every post he made, the replies to his tweets, thousands and thousands of adoring girls, and it only grew every single day. Maybe it had been dumb to think that he’d ever realize just how in love with him you were, dumb to think that maybe, maybe, he saw you that way too.

So, you put on your brave face, forced that smile to spread over your face and ran through the motions.

“Really?! What, since when?!” had never sounded faker than when they came out of your mouth, laced with false enthusiasm.

And you listened to him tell you all about her, Allison, a girl he’d met at an LA party that he didn’t want to go to. You nodded at the right times, smiled and asked questions you didn’t care to know the answers to.

You secretly wished hearts made a noise when they broke - maybe it would have stopped the conversation, saved you from having to see his face light up when he said her name, the blush that spread across his cheeks when he told you about his first date with her.

Three months passed - and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t run at least part of that conversation through your head every day since you had it. It was nice that Ethan wasn’t the type to put his relationship out to the public - a front row seat would only make it worse, you were sure.

You decided it was time to try, to really try to find someone that wasn’t Ethan. Sure, you’d talked to people in the past, but you’d never gone all in when trying to find someone to be with, because, well, there was really only one on your mind anyways.

Which was why it was weird to answer one of Ethan’s usual what’re you up to this week texts with not much, work, hanging out with my parents, got a date tomorrow night. You all still working on the candle launch stuff?

At his kitchen counter in LA, Ethan frowned as he read it. Date.

“What?” Grayson asked, reading his twin’s face as he washed the pans from dinner.

“Y/N’s going on a date.”

“Huh. Well, good for her,” he shrugged, looking down at the water running over his hands, eyes flickering up to Ethan’s face, trying to figure out if he should say what he’s thinking. Fuck it, if he gets pissed he gets pissed. “How do you feel about that?”

That got Ethan’s attention off his phone screen.

“How do I feel about that? What’s that supposed to mean?” The defensiveness in his tone had Gray tensing up a bit.

“It’s just a question bro.”

“I have a girlfriend Grayson.”

Grayson stopped scrubbing, annoyed at his brother’s tone. He’d tried to be supportive, loving - but he was getting tired of Ethan complaining about his relationship woes and not doing anything about it.

“Yeah, who you said you wanted to break up with twice last week, for the record. And you’re the one that brought up Y/N, not me,” he pointed out, knowing that if he was already gonna piss his brother off, he might as well say everything he wanted to say.

“You never liked Allison,” Ethan snapped.

“Fuckin facts, cause she’s manipulative and fake.”

“No she isn’t.” He threw Grayson a glare, pressing his hands together until his knuckles popped.

“If you actually believed that you would have hit back with an actual argument just now. I mean jesus Ethan, she told you you couldn’t go back to see Y/N for god’s sake. That used to be your fuckin’ dealbreaker back in the day, why would you put up with that shit now?”

“I didn’t put up with it, I told her it wasn’t negotiable and I went to Jersey anyways!” He was yelling now, hands gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, and then she gave you the silent treatment for a week when you got back like a fuckin’ six year old. That’s some middle school shit and you know it E. You don’t have to put up with that, you can find somebody who treats you better.”

“Will you fucking stop Grayson?” He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got enough shit going on right now, I don’t need you in my head too.”

“Fine. But friends don’t get jealous when their friends go on dates, especially not when that friend is across the fucking country. Just so you know.” He watched his brother put his face in his hands and felt that familiar pang in heart that made him add a “I’ll be in my room if you wanna talk about it” before he walked out.

Grayson had mastered the art of keeping tabs on Ethan without him knowing. So even from his room he heard him leave, and based on how long he sat in the driveway with the car running, he knew exactly where he was going.

So, he wasn’t fully surprised when Ethan came into his room three hours later without knocking and laid down on his bed next to him without a word, staring up at the ceiling.

“So...”

“So.” Ethan repeated.

“Did you uh...”

“Break up with her?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Cool. How’d she take it.”

“About exactly how you'd expect.”

“Ugly sobbing?”

“So much ugly sobbing.”

“Sounds on brand.”

The conversation faded into silence, only the hum of the fan spinning in the corner filling the room. Grayson let it go on for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

“So.”

“You goin’ back to Jersey?”

Ethan perked up at that one, sitting up slightly and turning so he could look at his brother. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for the explanation.

“C’mon bro. You can’t act like Y/N doesn’t have anything to do with this. I mean, you should have dropped Allison a while ago, but it’s not a coincidence that the idea of Y/N going on a date was what made you do it now. You should just tell her how you feel. Put it all on the table.”

He pondered that for a minute, staring up at the white ceiling.

“I hate sharing a brain with you, you fuck,” were the words he eventually chose, rolling over and pulling out his phone. Grayson smirked when he saw what he searched - American Airlines.

“Not my fault we split into two goops.”

Ethan typed in the flight plan he’d done more than any other - LAX -> EWR. 4 hours and 56 minute, like usual. There was one leaving in just over an hour and a half, and the knot that formed in his stomach was all too familiar. It came around every time he waited on the doorstep of her apartment in New Jersey, waited for her to show up at the door with that bright smile that had never changed, never wavered. He’d do anything to have her smiling like that all the time.

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this.”

Grayson’s brows furrowed, knitting together above his eyes. “What?”

“What if she gets mad that I ruined her date. I don’t wanna fuck that up for her. She could be happy with the guy.” The words tasted like metal on his tongue.

“Oh c’mon Ethan. She’s only dating somebody because you’re dating somebody. Well, were, I guess.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know how she feels about me.”

“You’re forgetting that I’ve been her friend for just as long as you have. You just gotta trust me on this bro. It’s not a coincidence that she starts going on dates when you tell her you’ve got a girl.”

“So many coincidences,” Ethan huffed.

“So many not coincidences,” Grayson corrected, raising his eyebrows and waiting for him to give in.

“Am I just supposed to show up at her house? I’m not gonna get to Jersey until-” he did the time change math that was second nature by now “- shit, like 2am? That’s kinda sus.”

“Right, because showing up at her house isn’t the first thing you do every time we go home anyways.” Grayson rolled his eyes. “What time’s the flight?”

“In like an hour and a half.”

“We can make it, just pack a bag real quick, I’ll start the car up.”

“Okay. Okay.” Ethan nodded, standing up and waiting for a minute before he fully decided that holy shit, he was finally gonna do this, and then he was running down the hall towards his room.

“And don’t wear shorts! Put on some fuckin’ pants and look decent at least!” Grayson called after him with a grin.

“I can dress myself bro, fuck off!”

It turns out, Ludacris mode on a tesla comes in handy when you’re trying not to miss a flight. They sped all the way to LAX, barely time for a hug and a “text me when you get there” before Ethan was running through TSA precheck and barely making the last boarding call of Flight 8333. He took the numbers as a sign that he was doing the right thing, that everything was going to work out.

The nerves really hit when he got settled in his seat on the plane, tattooed thigh bouncing on the floor, covered by his Louis pants. His shoes didn’t match the outfit very well, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He hadn’t had much time to do anything but run through the terminals - he hoped he didn’t stink, didn’t forget anything.

Fuck. The chocolate.

He twitched in his seat, ready to run back out and head to that little convenience store where the manager knew his name, knew he was only there to get a diet root beer for the flight and a mint chocolate bar. But it was no use - the place was probably closed, and it wasn’t like he could get off the plane anyways.

So he put his headphones in, turned on his playlist and closed his eyes as they started to taxi down the runway, praying that maybe he could sleep. Behind his eyelids, memories of you played like a mixture between a slideshow and a movie - little snippets and still images of times he had committed to memory, swore he would never forget.

You, with your toes in the California sand for the first time, so excited to see the beach and the ocean waves crashing, face lighting up as you ran towards the water. Your fourth grade halloween costume - the first year the three of you had coordinated, all of you going as little skeletons. Sitting in the middle school hallway with lunch balanced carefully on your legs, swapping sandwiches and laughs. You hugging him goodbye when he left for LA, how he never wanted to let go, wished he could take you with him more than anything else. Every visit, every time he counted down the days before he could make it back to see you.

He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with you, wasn’t trying to convince himself that it would be wrong to ask you to try long distance, wrong to ‘hold you back’ or ask you to support someone, to love someone, so far away. It almost felt childish now, the thought that the two of you were going to end up with anybody else. His nerves prickled at the daunting task that he knew was awaiting him when the plane wheels touched down again, so he focused on your face instead, trying to breathe.

It was both the longest and quickest flight of his life somehow.

He got a rental car - it was no smooth cat, but it would do - text Grayson that he was safe, and headed out in the familiar direction of your apartment before he could stop himself. He hadn’t made it four minutes down the interstate when the rain started falling, slow at first until it grew into a downpour that was roaring against the car.

His wipers worked double time, keeping his windshield just clear enough for him to find his way to your parking lot.

Heart in his throat, he threw his door open, stepping out into the rain before he could talk himself into turning around, jogging to your door and knocking.

In your bed, your eyes shot open. You waited for another knock, heart beating fast when you heard it, and then the constant rhythm of them afterwards. You rolled over, checked your phone.

2:16am.

“Who in the fuck,” you grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes as you headed out the door of your room in your pajamas, confused and concerned. If it was your drunk neighbor again, you were going to kill him.

Popping up on your tiptoes, you peeked through the peep hole, breath catching in your throat.

There was no way.

You blinked hard, looked again.

You knew that face, and you threw the door open, relief and panic playing tug of war on your heartbeat.

“Ethan? What- what the hell are you doing here? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” It wasn’t unlike him to show up and surprise you, but it had never been in the middle of the night. Still, he looked perfect as always, even with his drenched hair plastered to his head and soggy clothes.

“I’m okay.”

“Okay... well come inside, come outta the rain,” you reached out to grab his shirt, pull him inside, but he caught your hand, holding on tightly.

“I gotta say something first, and then you can decide if you wanna let me in.” He was too formal, more serious than you were used to and it had your stomach in knots.

“You’re scaring me a little E.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just me.” His eyes shone, even in the dark, with a familiarity that settled you a bit and you nodded, waiting for him to say whatever it was.

“I don’t know why I never thought it was okay for us to love each other. No, that’s not right, that’s not what I meant to say. I... hang on.”

He took a deep breath, rainwater spraying a bit off his lips when he pushed it out and tried again.

“A long time ago, when we were kids, I convinced myself that we couldn’t love each other, because I couldn’t handle losing you. You’ve been my rock, my only constant outside my family for my entire life, and I don’t think I would have made it without you. So I just decided that we couldn’t love each other like that. And that was selfish. Because I’ve always been in love with you I think. Back then I don’t think I realized what it was. But now, when I look back, I think that’s what it was.”

You’ve always been the person I wanna see every day, especially when I can’t. The first person I think of when I wake up, the one I’m thinking about when I go to sleep. You’re my favorite human on the whole planet, and if soulmates are real I think that’s us. I don’t know why I ever tried to be with anybody else when you were here the whole time.”

And I know it’s not fair for me to put all this on you right now, especially when you tried to be supportive of me with other girls. But that text, you telling me you were going on a date. It slapped me in the face, made me realize just what I was about to give up, what was about to slip through my fingers if I didn’t get my shit together and just tell you everything. So... here I am. I’m here, and I love you... I’m in love with you. And I just needed you to know that. I’m in love with you Y/N. Always have been. And I kinda think that you could be in love with me too. Or at least, I hope maybe you are.”

He had been looking at you the whole time, but you saw the nerves take over as he realized everything he had just said out loud, as he watched you, waited for your reaction.

“I...” Your brain was spinning, unable to understand how everything you’d been waiting your whole life to hear had just come out of his mouth, all at once.

It wasn’t a conscious decision - more of an instinct. Two steps forward out into the rain and then you were throwing your arms around his neck, up on your tip toes to finally, finally, press your lips to his like you’d dreamed about doing so many times.

Your fantasies hadn’t done it justice. He was so warm, so familiar, so Ethan. His hands went to your waist, fingers curling and pulling you against him as he leaned in so hard that you leaned back with him, smiling as your hands came around to hold his face, hold him to you, unwilling for the moment to ever end.

You didn’t even notice the rain.

“Am I dreaming?” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it slipped past your lips anyways, making Ethan’s chest swell and his smile get even brighter as he pulled back enough to look at you.

“No baby. This is real. This is us, right here, right now.”

"No fuckin’ way,” you breathed, running your thumbs over his cheeks before he kissed you again, walking you backwards into the house and out of the downpour and over to the couch.

“I love you. So much. Sorry I forgot your chocolate by the way,” he grinned after he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, gazing up at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“You’re so much better than mint chocolate. I love you too.” You kissed him again just because you could, relishing in the feeling of him there with you, not a worry or a care in the world.

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Love Listening.2

[MASTERLIST] [Part 1]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Hoseok x Reade, Jimin x Reader Genre: SMUT Warning: Auralism (sexual sounds), Masturbation, oral sex (m & f receiving), penetrative Sex, voyeurism, face fucking, impreg kink, slut shaming, Dom, sub. If you believe anymore warnings apply let me know and I will add them. Words: 4.2k Announcements: I hate this. It was so hard to write. I don’t think it is any good but you be the judge.

The work would take longer than expected, the plumber said he could fix this one pipe and the contractor could fix the damaged roof and walls, but it would only push the problem back. He had to re-pipe the whole place so you were staying in Taehyung’s room longer than expected while the plumber ripped the walls apart to replace the piping. It got better, Taehyung and Alana broke up and you were given some reprieve from the constant nights.

Things had gotten kind of awkward and the two of you barely stayed in the same room together except whilst sleeping. All your things were in boxes and you were trying to keep everything together until you could return to the confines of your room.

Taehyung got a call getting dressed up, you were happily eating dinner scrolling through pictures on your phone dreading going into work the next day. Taehyung getting dressed up meant he was going out and he wouldn’t be back until late, if at all.

You took a shower in Taehyung’s ensuite and sat on your bed in the corner moisturising your body, trying to take care of your skin as much as possible. Like all the nights previously the conversation between Taehyung and yourself replayed.

He asked you if you were awake and said his name and you would say yes and he would slowly walk over… No. He would ask and you would slyly walk to his bed. You would ask him, if he wanted you to say his name. Your hands would slide over his bare chest and he would pull you onto him and you would straddle… He would pull you onto the bed and cage you with his body, yes that's much better.

You were seconds from letting your hand dive under the waistband of your pants when you got a notification from snapchat. Taehyung probably wasn’t coming home tonight judging by the girl he was grinding with on the dance floor.

The urge was gone and now you were bitter, you were about to call it a night when you received a text. Hoseok was asking you if you had finished the documents for work and if you could send them to him but you had other ideas calling him up.

“Hey, y/n?” He asked confused

“Hey, about those documents?” you started you looked at them on the corner desk “I have them here but I can’t send them to you, could you just stop by and pick them up tonight, that way you have them over the weekend to work on the report.”

“Oh good idea, I can come over now if it isn’t too late?”

“No, it is perfectly okay” You grinned, hanging up and watching Taehyung's snapchat once more, standing you searched through the boxes and grabbed a beautiful set of lingerie and a satin robe. Sitting in the lounge waiting patiently for him to arrive, you weren’t going to jump him you were just going to offer.

The doorbell rang and you let him in, he stepped inside eyeing you, “you look really comfy,” he said and you noticed the robe had fallen open.

“Ah, yeah I was just doing the dishes,” you gave a coy smile “Do you want something to drink, we can brainstorm about this report business?”

“Sure, what have you got?”

The two of you were working and Hoseok covered his lap with a pillow halfway through the conversation when you ditched the robe. “Hey Hoseok?”

“Yes?” He hummed grabbing his glass and trying to concentrate on the paperwork.

“What would you say if I propositioned you with sex?”

He coughed into his glass of juice and looked at you and you blushed almost chickening out. “You don’t have to but I am offering if you were interested, that is?” He placed all the papers back into the folder and into his bag and you thought you had blown it and he was leaving but he placed the bag aside and gazed at you with his stern eyes.

“Are you sure you want to ask this of me?” He breathed standing striding closer his pants tented and right near your face as he stood in front of you. He took your face by the chin and tilted it to look up at him. “I am a man of particular taste, are you sure you want to ask me?”

“Yes” you snickered he was acting so serious it was strange he was always such a happy guy, you would never expect him to—

“Yes, sir.” He said and you felt your heart skip a beat and your breathing turn shallow. Unable to stop your lip quivering from the uncertainty of how to react. “Are you sure you want to ask me?” He pressed a little more earnestly.

“Yes sir” you breathe automatically and he groaned the sound wasn’t as deep or as breathy as Taehyungs but had a similar authoritative tone. You were so excited that all thoughts of Taehyung were pushed aside and all there was running through your head was Hoseok. He reached down removing your robe and licking his lips in delight the fire in his eyes sparking.

He unbuttoned his shirt and you couldn’t help but kiss his bare chest and run your palms along the toned stomach that hid underneath his button up shirt. Hoseok was on the outside a lean guy, but once you stripped his clothes away he had an athletic build.

You were happy when he smacked your hands away and began unbuttoning his pants. He used his left hand to caress your face where he pressed his thumb to your lips. You kept your eyes locked on his gorgeous brown eyes until you heard the teeth of his zip purr as the two sides slowly fell apart.

He noticed your eyes flicker away and he hooked his thumb on your cheek and pulled you to look at him once more. “Did I say you could look?” Your heart was racing, as he reached into his boxers and let himself stand free without restraint.

You couldn’t help letting your lips enclose around his thumb letting your tongue swipe against him. Pulling you by the jaw until you were looking at his hard cock which was starting to dribble some sticky precum from the head. Hoseok’s chest was barely moving in anticipation his breathing had grown shallow.

“Okay darling, if you ever need me to stop the safe word is, Hope and the nonverbal safe signal is a triple tap with whatever you got; your hand, foot, just tap me three times baby and we will stop, okay?” He was looking genuinely concerned and you nodded eyes not leaving the beads slowly traveling to the base of his cock. He pulled your jaw until you looked at him once more.

“Yes sir, the safe word is Hope and the nonverbal safe signal is three taps” you demonstrated tapping your thigh with your hand and your eyes flickered to his hard on.

“You are going to need to be taught how to pay attention to your master, but it can’t be helped right now can it?” He sighed, removing his thumb from your mouth, “Suck it”

The command made you clench around nothing and your tongue was quick to seek the stray beads before taking him in your mouth, he was big which made having your mouth full feel satisfying. “Tell me can, I fuck this pretty mouth of yours?” He said softly running his fingers through your hair and you agreed with him still in your mouth the answer muffled.

His fingers tightened in your hair pulling making you gasp, he was soon holding each side of your head in his hands and started thrusting using his hands to guide you as well. You felt yourself gag and tears formed in your eyes. It was erotic to see him having the time of his life, he was like Taehyung in many ways but this was their difference Hoseok was all business and pleasure and no real emotions. Which was good because you had feelings elsewhere.

He was rough and his thumbs wiped your tears from your eyes and smudged your mascara, “You going to swallow my pet” though it was a question it was said almost as a command. But Hoseok was the type of guy to not push you to do anything you didn’t want. He was just lost in pleasure and was asking so you could answer in time before he did something you wouldn’t like.

It was almost laughable how drastically Hoseok changed from your colleague and friend to this demon. You let him finish and he pressed himself deep into your throat and his pants were a testament to his hard work. He let you catch your breath before lifting you over his shoulder and carrying you to Taehyung’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry Tae is out all night” You confirmed with Hoseok and he threw you onto his bed. You knew you should have corrected him that yours was the other bed but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Not when you could smell the sweet scent of Taehyung pressing your nose into the pillows. With your head spinning with his aroma you could pretend you were with Taehyung.

“Perfect.” He adjusted his pants to fall around his thighs and left you dressed in your lingerie pulling your panties to the side and running his fingers against your heat. “You are so wet for me aren’t you?”

He pressed his fingers inside with a deep groan and you wished it was something a little more, deeming you ready he put a condom on and pressed inside you stretching you until you felt full.

Using the hand that wasn’t supporting your body you reached down to stimulate your clit. This was exactly what you wanted, this is what you imagined Taehyung to feel like inside you.

The sweet scent wasn’t sickly but soft and fluttery, it was like breathing in the softest most delicate cotton. The musk though was so light made you feel so heavy and relaxed. You gripped the sheets imagining your face pressed against the heat of Taehyung's neck.

Hoseok was mercilessly snapping his hips into you making your body pulse with pleasure, you could remember how he sounded letting the memory of his voice fill you.

The wet sounds between you and Hoseok and Taehyung and Alana, you could combine it all until in your head it was Taehyung fucking you deliciously into the mattress.

Moving so he could stand and you could be on all four on the bed he was able to pick up the pace and you gasped arms and legs shaking you were trying to hold your orgasm back trying to build up the feeling and feel good for as long as possible. Your hands had found Taehyung’s sleep shirt which you pulled close and buried your face into.

“What the Fuck!” Taehyung said from the doorway, your eyes connected to his, he shamelessly looked over your body and his eyes locked on yours. It was too much, your mouth fell open breathing a broken rendition of his name.

“Tae-hyung” you came, body almost convulsing with the strength of the pleasure. But Hoseok didn’t stop, your arms had given way your chest pressed into the mattress and he held your hips fucking you.

You were a mess clutching the sheets drooling slightly and he thrusted forward burying himself deep inside you cumming into the condom he was wearing and pulling out.

“Sorry about that, did we get the wrong room?” hoseok buttoned and zipped his pants.

“Get out!” Taehyung said visibly pissed and you lowered your head, tears in your eyes.

You were mortified at getting caught. Grabbing your things you ran off to the shower sniffling and wiping tears from your cheeks. Why did he have to come home? You just wanted to forget about him and move on but he just kept ruining everything.

You were in the shower for probably twenty minutes hoping he would just go to sleep. And forget it all.

“Oi don’t hide in there we have to talk,” he called clearly not sharing the same sentiment.

“I don’t want to talk?” You called the humiliation washing over you again causing fresh tears to mingle with the warm water.

“Look normal people don’t just have sex in someone else’s bed”

“Normal people don’t barge in when they hear people having sex” You cried back “Look I am sorry. Sleep in my bed, we got carried away and it was too late to stop him” you lied

“but I want to forget it, I want you to forget it okay” Just go to bed and we can pretend this never happened.

“I can’t really forget it” He hummed “You were bent over like a bitch letting your friend from work fuck you while you clutched my shirt. Do you think I can forget that?”

“I thought you were better than that, you know you can do better than your work colleague, how desperate were you, letting some man you don’t really care about fuck you.” Taehyung sighed and the disappointment and disgust was coming through loud and clear. Of course it was all in your head, your crush was always one sided. “Not to mention sneaking around while I’m out. Next time text me or something”

“Like your perfect you know I walked in on you and Alana, and did I shout and make a fuss no I grabbed my things and left.” You hissed through the door, “Like a normal fucking person.”

“Like you didn’t enjoy it, I know you have been getting off thinking about me,” He mocked “listening to me and sneaking glances all while squirming under the covers.”

Your eyes were burning. Pulling on your nightgown you grabbed your phone off the basin and walked out. He was standing there waiting and you ducked past him grabbing your handbag and jumper.

“Where are you going? It’s three in the morning” He sighed and when you didn’t answer he grabbed your arm pulling you around to face him. “Hey…”

He went to grab your arm trying to stop you and you threw your fist. He let it collide with his chest. You left and walked to the curb calling Jimin. “Hey can I come over?” You sniffed taking a cab to his house while he soothed you over the phone.

You made it to Jimin’s home and he pulled you into a hug. He wrapped you in his arms and the two of you laid in bed, his fingers brushing through your damp hair. “It is okay, you are safe, breathe,”

“I am an idiot, I had a stupid crush and I hate that I wasted my time on some asshole, the worst part is the hoping he would like me too, that hope that we would one day confess and we would be together. I should have known no one would love me”

“I love you,” Jimin smiled sweetly, tickling your sides making you giggle.

“That doesn’t count, you love everyone,” he grinned cheekily wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“That doesn’t mean it is any less true,” He smiled taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Can I kiss you sweetheart?”

“I don’t want to get involved with anyone at the moment Jimin, things are so complicated and I am—”

“You are stressing, that’s what you are” Jimin sat up his hands squeezing your sides and rolling you onto your back massaging your hips trying to calm you “You need to relax, this isn’t about me or anyone else, this is about you and showing you how you deserved to be treated”

“Will you let me show you, it won’t mean anything sweet heart I promise, it will be just like with Yoongi, you are safe and allowed to feel good” He breathed letting his fingertips ghost up your body palming your flesh softly.

You moaned and gave him the affirmation he had been waiting for before he kissed your body slowly stripping you out of your nightgown. Jimin wasn’t lying when he said it was all about you, he made you feel so special, he made you feel loved and wanted and safe. He didn’t once ask for anything he just listened to your body. So much so that you started vocalizing your desires making the experience much more intense.

He laid between your thighs hooking your legs over his shoulders and started worshiping you diligently. He was quick to figure out what was real and what was fake his hands took yours lacing your fingers together. His hands were so warm and you honestly had no thoughts in your head. You couldn’t only feel and it felt warm and soft and stable.

Jimin made sure to exhaust you completely, he pushed you further, praising you all without taking his pants off. He pulled you to the dry side of the mattress and pulled you to his chest covering you in the blankets he held your trembling form while you passed out.

The next morning Jimin dressed you in some of his more feminine clothes and drove you to a cafe and the two of you had a great day. Things were a little awkward when you called Hoseok but you remembered Jimin’s words. “Hoseok thank you for yesterday, really I appreciate it” You smiled you shouldn’t make feeling pleasure a sin.

You had effectively forgotten or perhaps repressed the bad parts of the night and focused on the good. That night you came home to see the living room illuminated by a small bedside lamp. “Oh you are back, where were you this time?” The cynical voice of Taehyung creeping across the dark space between you. “Yoongi’s, Namjoon’s with your work friend Hobo”

“His name is Hobi and no I was with Jimin,” You sighed dropping your bag onto the armchair, trying to strike up a civil conversation to alleviate the issues that arose the previous evening.

“Of course, he was dying to get into your pants wasn’t he” Taehyung said “and you must be desperate, letting anyone have their way with you—”

You cut him off with a punch to the chest and continued to throw punches, “I hate you, Taehyung, I hate you and your stupid face, I never want to see you again,” he pinned your wrists above your head, kissing you hard on the mouth.

He knew he was only angry because he was jealous. Everytime he thought about you and another man it made his blood boil. He pressed you to the wall and kissed you hard wanting to erase all other tastes from your mouth. All he could taste was toothpaste.

The more he felt your lips on his, the calmer he felt. You tried to kick him away, not because you didn’t like the kiss because you were angry at him for the way he treated you but most of all you were angry that you liked this, that the little bead of hope in your otherwise broken heart grew unreasonably large with expectations.

“I got out of hand, I was Jealous,” He groaned as he could have sworn he felt you kiss him back, you pushed him away again and this time he let you, nodding at the floor. “You looked at me and said my name whilst cumming and it was so fucking hot, but then I remember it was him inside you”

He looked back up at you, pulling your head back by your hair and biting down on your neck a little too harshly. Letting out a cry; heat blooming within your core as your pulse drums deep inside you.

He pressed himself against you, his hard length firm against your thigh. “I wanted you to see, I wanted you to see me like that, to see me as a man. To entice you, I let you hear. I knew you would be awake. I knew when you would come home from work, I wanted to make you jealous, but it seems I am the one who was left feeling bitter”

“I remember you admitting whilst drunk how much sound turns you on,” He whispered the last words softly in your ear. “I wanted to do impure things to you”

“Taehyung,” It almost surprised you how quickly you had gotten over your anger and embarrassment. Letting your hands go, he began removing his shirt and you grabbed at the clothes you had borrowed from Jimin shedding them with reckless abandon. He pushed you up the wall and pressed himself against you. He smirked watching you gasp in reaction to the purr of his zip.

He thanked you for forgetting your underwear the night you left as he grinded against you. He pressed his hard and thick length against your hot wet folds. He bit his lip groaning hard in his throat because all he wanted was to be buried inside you. More than he had ever wanted with anyone else. He wanted to fill you up with his cock and fuck you until your walls crashed around him.

His dick twitched and he couldn’t wait any longer, lifting you up in his arms, the muscles of his arms taut and veins prominent. He began lowering you onto his length, arms shaking. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull you down, to sheath himself inside you, but he knew he was big, it was his own personal hell.

Taehyung wasn’t shy, he begged and mewled the whole time. You moaned his name and his hips involuntarily bucked, fuck he wanted to let himself go, he wanted to pound you into the mattress, he wanted to fuck better than all the others. Hissing through his teeth he sent a warning, especially since you had decided to tease his neck with your tongue and teeth.

“Don’t play me baby, I can barely hold on as it is” The feeling of his cock slowly stuffing inside you was amazing. He was surprised a part of him honestly didn’t believe he would fit, and he couldn’t help when his knees almost buckled as you clenched experimentally around his shaft..

“Fuck…” He growled and took his time letting you fully adjust to him, when you were firmly seated and comfortable with his length and girth, he walked you slowly to the room. Laying you onto his bed, he took his sleep shirt, from the pillows and covered your eyes.

He fucked you just how he always imagined he would. He wasn’t playing fair. He had been purposefully making salacious sounds in your ear, accompanied by his grip on your waist as he bucked into you; the fierce ‘thwop, thwop, thwop’ sound driving you mad. His tone was guttural and deep. You heard his voice shake as he swore under his breath.

His hand pressed against the lower portion of your stomach so you could feel him deep inside you. The pressure was intense, “Right here baby, I am going to fill you up nice and round, fuck it so deep”

“Fuck Tae, Please” you begged

“Fuck this sweet little pussy, make sure no other man can satisfy you” He thought about Yoongi, Jimin and that overtly enthusiastic colleague of yours and worked harder. He truly wanted to ruin you. He wanted to be the only one to get to hear you like this. He came to the sound of you breathing his name, your voice shuddering as your body shook your walls squeezed him in waves milking him for all he had.

You were gasping for air, that was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You could have sworn as you came you blacked out for a split second from the pleasure but you weren’t too sure. What you were sure of was the aftershocks, your body was tensing in the same wave like pattern.

“Y/n, I am sorry, I treated you so badly,” He took a deep breath “I have gone about this whole thing the wrong way”

“What way did you intend to go,” You finally sat up, the feeling of your swollen clit brushing the fabric of the bed made your body twitch.

“I have been stupidly in love with you since the night you baked steamed buns and we talked about everything we could think off. And... well I got jealous and I know you still didn’t deserve it. You owed nothing to me and could be with whoever you want. I was just being selfish,” He sighed, tucking your head into his chest as you laid side by side. “I am sorry, but if you give me a chance I promise to love you and care for you and I will try to be better for you”

“Tae, I had loved you for a very long time, and though I still love you, I want you to earn that love, I won’t just give it away after everything you did” You said nervously unable to look at him in the eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours his nose pressed to your cheek.

“I will make you fall for me again and again” He smirked determinedly

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Where Stories Start

a/n: bookshop/coffeshop au! this idea came to me months ago and it has been a long process trying to get it into something actually readable, so i would love to hear people’s thoughts on it, and if people would like any more as i could definitely write a sequel! any comments/ideas/requests are more than welcome in my inbox!

warnings: none

word count: 3000

The first time you see him, you spill your drink all down your shirt.

Admittedly, it wasn’t his fault. You’d been trying to pick up the stack of books you had to take back to the shelves and had unsuccessfully balanced your coffee cup on the top. In a haste to save the books you’d thrown them back down, only for the end result to be your previously white shirt to have a large brown patch all down the front. A handful of napkins had suddenly been held out in front of you, and as you’d lifted your eyes to thank your helper, you’d been met with a much warmer shade of brown than the one now dominating your shirt.

“It’s the worst when that happens.” The handsome stranger smiled, before turning his head to nod at Theo, your co-worker manning the coffee bar that day. “See you later.”

He offered you another smile before turning to leave, a navy rucksack draped over one of his shoulders. You watched him walk towards the door for a second, before Theo’s voice brought your attention away.

“I’ve got a spare hoodie in my bag if you want it?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, thoughts still lingering on the man who’d just walked out. “Yeah, thanks Theo.”

You’d first gotten a job at Where Stories Start when you were a student, desperately in need of money to help you out whilst you studied. Stumbling in had been an accident, hoping to find reprieve from the rain by wasting an hour or two browsing the shelves. Then you noticed the coffee bar tucked away in the corner of the shop, surrounded by mismatched tables and chairs. By the time you’d explored both of the two floors, discovered the entire wall by the children’s section painted with a character for every letter of the alphabet, seen the “Book Swap” section near the coffee bar where people could exchange their old battered copies for others to enjoy whilst they drank, and had spent at least twenty minutes writing a review of ‘Who Will Love Polly Odlum’ for the “Book of the Month” display, you’d completely fallen in love with the place. It was as if it were fate when you noticed the help wanted sign on the pay desk, and you had immediately asked the woman behind it for an application. She’d introduced herself as Bryony, the owner, and had hired you with only a five-minute conversation as your interview. A couple of years later, when you were graduating, she’d promoted you to manager, claiming that whilst being a starving artist was admirable, until you’d achieved your dream of being an author, she wanted you to have a steady income from somewhere. She was your biggest supporter, letting you write from the desk when it was quiet and assuring you that taking any freelance writing jobs you could find wasn’t at all like selling out your dream, just a way of getting your writing out there. The bookshop had become your second home, and you always secretly thought that there was a little bit of magic to the place.

Maybe that’s what brought him into the shop so often too.

The second time you encountered the handsome stranger, it was a much quieter affair.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and the shop was reasonably quiet. You’d just settled in behind the desk to check through any online orders when the bell on the door chimed to signal someone entering. You glanced up to smile at whoever it was and were taken aback when it was the warm brown eyes from the week before.

“Hiya.” He grinned, closing the door behind him before crossing the space to lean on the desk in front of you. “No accidents yet today?”

“No, but there’s still time I suppose.” You chuckle, noticing a tattered copy of ‘Life of Pi’ in his hand. “Here to swap a book?”

“Yeah, I grabbed this last week and thought since I’ve got some time, I’d come have a tea and get a new one.” He nodded, waving the book up. “I only came in by chance to grab a present for my Mum, but the place is so great I felt I had to come back.”

“I know what you mean. I only came in to escape the rain and I’m still here three years later.”

“I think there are worse places to get stranded.” He joked, waving his book again. You laughed at his joke as he grinned, lifting his bag on his shoulder a little higher. “Well I won’t distract you from your work anymore. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you.” You nod, smiling before turning back to the desktop monitor. You watch him walk a few steps before he pauses, and you lift your head to see him turning to face you.

“I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Tom.” You smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

Tom became a regular visitor after that week.

Every Thursday at around four o clock, he would come in, pause at the desk to chat with you, usually about whichever book he’d read that week, before heading over to the coffee bar to drink tea and start a new story. Sometimes you would join him; if the shop was particularly quiet and you had some writing to do, it was easy to slip into the chair opposite him and sit in a comfortable silence, occasionally sharing comments about what Tom was reading. Sometimes you would simply send him a wave as he entered; on the days were the shop was busy and you were constantly on the phone or helping a customer, you wouldn’t have chance to even say hello until he’d already packed away his things and was heading for the door. It became a nice routine, knowing that on a Thursday you’d see Tom, in whatever form your interaction took that week.

The only problem was that with each passing week, your attraction to him grew stronger.

You’d always found him good-looking, from the moment your eyes had met as he’d handed you the napkins. But as you spent more time together, you couldn’t help but find him more appealing as you discovered how his brain worked. Each time he finished a book you desperately wanted to know his opinions, whether they aligned with yours or not, simply so you could hear him speak. It was the passion in his voice as he spoke of his annoyance at how some characters acted, or how he was relived with the way a book had ended. You loved when he made connections between stories and his own life, especially when he related them to some anecdotes about himself, his friends and family.

It was these anecdotes that began the shift in your conversations to more personal matters. The stories he told would always prompt you to ask questions about the people who featured in them. You learnt about his three brothers, his best friend Harrison, his dog Tessa. Tom told you about his job working in what he described as “the most boring office in the world”, and how he was jealous of the people who got to follow their passion instead of just work to pay the bills. He, in turn, would question you on your family, your friends, your career ambitions. He’d constantly pester to read your writing, protesting when you told him it wasn’t ready yet.

“You’re such a cliché you know.” He chuckled one day, a few minutes after you’d settled down in the chair opposite him, coffee in one hand and laptop in the other.

“What?” Your eyes met his as you opened your laptop, raising your eyebrows as he smirked.

“You’re a writer who works in a book shop.”

“I’m an aspiring writer who manages a book shop.” You grin back at him, scrunching up one of the old Post-It notes stuck next to your mousepad and throwing it at him. “Very different.”

“Still a cliché.” He continued to smile as he diverted his eyes back to his book. You rolled your eyes as your own attention went back to your laptop, taking his cue to mean the conversation break was over.

The two of you were still smiling to yourselves an hour later when you packed up to help close the shop.

A week before Christmas, he burst through the door on a late Saturday afternoon, his hair dishevelled, his scarf extremely lopsided and a panicked look across his face. His eyes searched the shop until he found you re-stocking the shelves, walking towards you as a tall blonde man, looking much calmer followed casually, hands in his pockets as he smirked at his friend’s behaviour.

“Emergency.” Tom stated, skidding to a stop in front of you. The man with him chuckled and Tom shot a glare in his direction. “This is not a time to laugh Haz.”

“You should have been an actor, mate, always overdramatic.” He laughed, before extending a hand to you. “Harrison. You’re Y/N I presume?”

“Great to meet you.” You nod as you take his outstretched hand. “Heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.”

“Oi,” Tom interrupted, his eyebrows furrowed. “I really am having an emergency here.”

“Sorry.” You turned your attention back to Tom, attempting to pull your face into a serious expression but failing. “How can I help?”

“It’s the office Secret Santa tonight and I forgot to get anything.” His words tipped you over the edge and you couldn’t help but laugh, prompting Harrison to join in. “This is serious, stop laughing. Steve will have my head if I turn up to the dinner later without one.”

“Okay, sorry.” You giggled, placing down the stack of books you’d still been holding down. “Who do you have to buy a present for and is there a price limit?”

“Edie, the receptionist. Limit is fifteen quid.”

“How old is she?”

“About fifty. She likes Agatha Christie I think, she’s always banging on about how it’s a shame that there’s no more Poirot.”

“Perfect.” You nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the crime and mystery section. It only takes you a couple of seconds to locate the orange cover you were searching for. “This is by Sophie Hannah. She’s writing a whole new set of Poirot stories in Christie’s style. And it’s five pounds under your budget, which means you can go to Tesco around the corner and buy a gift bag and some chocolates to make up the rest.”

“You’re a life saver.” A grin spread across Tom’s whole face, and before you could register what was happening, he leant forward and brushed a hasty kiss across your cheek. “Best pay for this and go, Haz and I are meeting the boys for a quick one before I go.”

He turned and walked towards the check out before you could reply, joining the short line around the corner to pay. After a few seconds, you shook your head before turning to return to where you’d been stacking, when you noticed Harrison was still there.

“Thanks for saving the day.” He smirked, nodding before starting after Tom. “It really great to meet you, he hasn’t stopped talking about you for weeks.”

The week the shop was closed for Christmas, you couldn’t help but miss Tom, despite the fact you’d only see him for an hour or two a week. When Thursday afternoon rolled around, you berated yourself for feeling a way about a man who’s friendship only existed within a small space and time, until a Facebook notification lip up your screen, displaying that you had a friend request from Tom Holland. You grinned to yourself as you accepted, a message coming through seconds later.

So I read your piece online about the Christmas placebo affect.

So you not only facebook stalked me, you also stalked my work

Well I kept asking to see it and you kept saying no

And it isn’t facebook stalking when we’re already friends

It’s completely normal for me to have found you on here and requested your friendship

So we’re friends now?

Of course we’re friends I showed you seven pictures of my dog last week I don’t just do that with anyone

Calm down stalker And you know I appreciated the pictures of Tessa

You know, I started this conversation with every intention of telling you my deepest thoughts and feelings about your piece but now I’m not going to

Ok fine with me

Great

Good

Tom?

Yeah?

What did you think?

I think you’ve been holding out on me

One Monday afternoon at the end of January, you bumped into each other in a pub, nowhere near the book shop, and you both froze like deer caught in headlights. It was odd, to see him in a situation so alien to what you were used to. Your friendship had only recently shifted to one that existed outside of the book shop, but even that was only via Facebook. His shirt was slightly smarter than his usual Thursday afternoon clothes, and the red tint to his cheeks alongside the empty pint glass in his hand clued you into the fact that he probably wasn’t drinking tea. You stood frozen as you realised he too had been assessing your appearance, far less professional than your usual work attire, before your eyes met and you grinned at each other.

“Of all the gin joints.” He joked, taking a step towards you and wrapping his arms around you in a brief but tight hug. You were both still grinning as he stepped back. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You nodded, noticing the group he’d left behind. You recognised the faces of two of his brothers from photographs you’d seen, before Harrison caught your eye. The blonde smiled and waved at you across the room, before saying something to the group, whose eyes all turned to you in curiosity.

Tom bought your drink and offered for you to join them, even inviting your friends to come too. You declined, explaining it was someone’s birthday, before reaching out to give him another hug goodbye.

“See you Thursday.” He winked before turning back to join his group.

You returned to your own friends still grinning, rolling your eyes as they all started asking the same question; who was the handsome man at the bar?”

“That,” you grinned, eyes drifting over to where Tom now sat laughing with his friends again. “Was the Thursday Tom.”

“You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Tom was smirking as he came to lean his forearms on the desk, his rucksack already slung over his shoulder as he’d been in for over an hour.

“About?” You locked the shop desktop monitor before turning in your chair to fully face him.

“I’ve just seen your review of ‘Romeo and Juliet’.”

“Ahh.”

With it being the “month of love”, as Bryony had kept reminding you, you’d succumbed to peer pressure and made ‘Romeo and Juliet’ the Book of the Month. As shop manager, you were obligated to write a review for the display before the customers began to add their own. Normally, you were thrilled to do it, but this month you’d been very reluctant.

“You barely wrote anything.” Tom continued, smirk still in place. “Usually yours is the longest on there, even I could write more than your review.”

“I’m just not a fan.” You shrug, watching Tom’s face as he looked at you in disbelief.

“’Romeo and Juliet’ is the best love story of all time!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry I think you mispronounced ‘Pride and Prejudice’.” Your own smile only widens as he shakes his head at you.

“So you’re saying that millions of people are wrong.”

“It’s not even Shakespeare’s best work, ‘Hamlet’ is clearly the better play.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. You’re an author, and you work in a book shop called Where Stories Start! ‘Romeo and Juliet’ is where most love stories start.”

“Exactly. That makes me more qualified than anyone.”

“Unbelievable.” Tom was grinning as he shook his head again. “Can I ask you to explain one more thing?”

“Go for it.”

“Would you say that our story started when you spilt your coffee down your shirt, or does it not start until I ask you to dinner on Saturday night?”

He’s still smirking as your smile turns into a look of shock, your brain unable to string a sentence together as you stare at him.

“I…well…it…did you just ask me out?” You splutter, finally regaining the ability to speak.

“Well, not technically.” His smile turned softer as he stood a little straighter. “Was trying to gage your reaction before I went for it. Have been, actually, since I first met you, but thought it would be strange to do when you were in the middle of trying to dry yourself.”

“Very considerate.” You nod, unable to stop the smile taking over your face. “Well, in my expert opinion. I would say that any moments leading up to you asking me out could be counted as a prelude, rather than where our story started.”

“Excellent, excellent.” Tom nodded, shifting his bag a little higher on his shoulder before grinning at you. “So, what do you say. Saturday night. Will you go to dinner with me?”

“I’d love to.” You nod, the grin taking over your own face. “And for the record, I’d have said yes if you’d asked me then too.”

Because maybe your story had started back when an accident had led to a stranger handing you a bunch of napkins, or maybe it properly yet to start. Or maybe, it had started before, when two individuals had stumbled into a random shop in two separate spontaneous moments. You supposed you couldn’t really be sure.

But you did know that you were still only at the beginning.

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