#only to have it all turned around when he discovers what a crush is *supposed* to feel like. and that that's what he feels for nico

[unfriedough]

HIII

ok so I know it says you do fem but r u also able to do gender neutral? If not, it’s ok!!

Anyways

Hcs of Zuko w a S/O who’s like, blunt as hell, and doesn’t rlly express emotions a big majority of the time lmao

‘Taken’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: JASMIN DISAPPEARING FOR ANOTHER FEW MONTH?? Why’re you surprised?

Also, this isn’t gender neutral. I know you asked for it but I said on the guidelines that I’m only writing female :( I didn’t wanna blow off the whole request tho

Summary: hc’s of zuko and you being falling for each other - but both of you such at love.

Warnings: reader was meant to be blunt but idk how to be blunt.

A shrug.

That was all Aang got when he asked for your opinion on Zuko’s joining of the team.

(“Couldn't care less,” you said when questioned about it later, on the soft beach of ember island)

Truly, it didn’t make a difference to you

Yes he was needed - firebender and all - but it’s not like he’ll be teaching you right?

Wrong.

Turns out you can learn loads from just different fighting styles and stuff, and you were intrigued in the foreign moves

Zuko would 100% get worse at what he was doing under your scrutinising gaze.

I mean that's how he interpreted it

Really there was no emotion

The firebender definitely asked you about why you were watching - took much courage though (poor boy)

“You’re good at what you do.” you paused, “Sometimes,”

“Sometimes?” he rubbed his neck, confused.

“Yeah, sometimes I’m surprised a twelve year old beat you that easily,”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“You think you’re better than me?”

You cocked your head to the side, furrowing your eyebrows, “I think we both know the answer to that,”

So that’s why you're now in this position.

Zuko’s pinned under you, arms immobile, heaving heavily

“Fine! I surrender!”

“No, I won,” you said, getting up and dusting your clothes.

“Whatever,” he walked away

That very night, Zuko laid awake in his hard bed space, thoughts of you plaguing his mind. He replayed the spar like a thrilling movie, his heartbeat soaring as he recalls just how close you were to him.

He didn’t like the feeling rising in his heart, it felt like it was bursting. He placed pale, slender fingers onto the centre of his chest sighing heavily to attempt to rid himself of this awful feeling.

“You’re breathing too loud,” you whispered, careful not to wake other people in the room.

“What do you want me to do?” he frowned, sitting up, and matching the intensity of your glare.

“Breath like a normal person, not like a fish just discovering oxygen,”

Nothing better to describe his face than this: ._.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” he whispered back, confused.

“Good night Zuko,”

He grinned, “It was funny,”

“GOOD NIGHT ZUKO” you whisper shouted.

You assumed he would relent, but the sleep deprivation mixed with the high of having a small (huge) crush gave him the confidence to talk to you just a little longer.

“Do you wanna fight me?”

“With the intention to knock you out? Sure.”

And now you’re both outside, and I guess he had the upper hand. 

He wasn’t tired, and you were exhausted

Your muscles were fatigued, but you weren’t going to back down

After an embarrassingly short rematch, you’d found that Zuko had beat you, and you laid defenceless.

“I win,” he mocked, getting up.

“Did you really?”

He whipped his head back around, any faster would’ve given him whiplash, “Um? Yes?”

“Are you sure?” 

“YES!?”

“Okay then, whatever you say,”

You rolled onto the sandy area, spreading your limbs with a heavy sigh.

Zuko looked up slowly at the sky, hesitantly nearing your resting body.

“I don’t bite prince,” you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn't take your word for it,” he giggled.

You simply looked at him, not a glare though, or a smile or smirk or scowl or anything.

You seemed to be thinking about something, an internal war. On one hand, you wanted to reach out to him, pull him closer to you, tell him how you felt. And on the other, you didn’t want to. It was too mushy and feely for your character, you felt embarrassed you even thought about it. You looked away promptly, unable to conceal the frown on your features.

“You okay?” he asked, worry laced in his words.

“Sand’s not comfortable, it’s gonna give me a headache,” that wasn't a lie, it was disgustingly hard to get comfortable when laying on bare sand.

Zuko gathered up whatever confidence he had left, and scooted so he was sat criss-cross above where your head rested.

He gave a dopey smile, before opening his mouth to say something. You looked upwards at him, his grin contagious, contaminating your annoyed features.

“You could lay your head on my lap?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you scooted up, carefully rested your head onto his body, a look on your face.

And after a little more staring, he came to realise what it was,

You were shy

All the signs pointed to it; your averting gaze, fidgeting fingers, feet working antagonistically from point to flat (like when you point your feet and then like put them how you stand idk how to describe it ), and your quickened breathing.

He leaned down slightly, his nose practically touching yours.

“Hi,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to look at his lips.

Who gave him this confidence ??????????

Sleep deprivation that's what

“Hi,” 

You reached your fingers into his hair, slightly tugging down at him, trying to infer what your words failed to tell.

His eyes glistened with adoration, before fluttering shut as he contacted your lips.

The firebender’s lips were cut, you assumed maybe he did that, a stress coping mechanism you’d frequently told him to quit

When the kiss broke, neither of you moved.

You stayed on that beach the whole night - eventually even falling asleep.

You on his lap, and him lying down uncomfortable in order to keep your head comfy on his lap

Zuko woke up before you, rubbing his eyes as Katara came into view

She had been on a stroll, with the intention to swim, when she came across the scene

She’d never seen you look so soft, or Zuko look so tender

Her eyebrows flew up as she made eye contact with the boy, eyes snapping between your curled up figure and his sandy-hair covered face

Then furrowed again as she clocked in the scene

Zuko’s face glowed red as he realised Katara saw this, and even more so when he felt you shift, burying your head in his knee area to avoid the light of the scorching fire nation sun, a quiet groan leaving your lips.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of the firebender’s mouth as he watched you intently, a blurry emotion behind his irises.

“Can I ask: what?” She whispered, eyes blown wide.

Her voice, albeit quiet, brought you out of your trance.

You yawned, spreading your limbs then covering your face from the sun.

Suddenly, you gained enough consciousness to acknowledge your surroundings, and you quickly opened your eyes, despite the blinding light.

A gasp left your lip as you sat up, making eye contact with the flushed fire bender.

“Good morning?”

“Hi.”

You said at the same time, an awkward silence over taking.

Your eyes suddenly followed a sound of shuffling - only to see katara standing there looking rather out of place.

“Hi.” She said.

“Hello,” you replied, embarrassed.

“I’m just gonna-“ she pointed off to the side, before basically running away.

You both watched her leave, then turned to look at eachother.

The fire bender was dazed in the view of you, the way your eyes twinkled, and your lips remained pouted.

But the way that your face was illuminated, despite not even facing the sun, you looked straight out of a movie.

He was so entranced, that zuko was convinced that if the moon was to see you - it would be jealous of your effortless beauty.

You, on the other hand, were about to slap him for staring.

You tilted your head to the side, so confused that a question mark could’ve popped up above your head.

Immediately he looked away, attempting to rid the feeling of his heart in his throat.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to stare? 

Bye he was so embarrassed

“Shut up.”

You narrowed your eyes, pushing him onto the sand so that he was under you,

“And what if I don’t?” You leaned in, whispering.

His heart was running laps, his mind equally pacing.

“Hm? What would you do?”

He sat quietly, eyes wide, as he took in the proximity. Your lips just looked so…

Hey is it just you or is he about to kiss you?

It’s not just you because he did!

It was a sweet, long lasting, testing the waters type of kiss

And that’s basically how you started dating 

Did I or did I not get carried away?

Anyways now that you're dating !!!

Being his S/O was definitely something you could get used to

Zuko is absolutely the type of guy to give you constant princess treatment

He’d act like you’re already married - at this point you’re just missing the ring

He always made it a point to make sure you were fed and hydrated, warm too

Maybe he’d abuse that warmth power a little

You’d be lying in the same tent and he’d be like “Come closer you’re cold,”

“Zuko im room temperature im not cold,”

“No You’re cold come here,”

“Just say you want a hug,”

“Shut up,”

He tugged you closer so you laid against his chest unable to see his face - probably cuz he was redder than his tunic.

It was all the tiny things he did that get you really comfortable being affectionate

Even though he himself was shy, he knew he had to be the one initiating touch

Another instance is when you go eat - he'll ensure he sat closest to you, and always brush hands with you when passing you your bowl. Of course he thought he was slick when he would sit close enough so your knees touched - but you noticed.

You noticed but you didn’t tell him you noticed, you knew he’d be embarrassed if caught red handed.

As someone who felt like he was never enough, physical affection was something that really made an impact on him

Something as simple as tracing his scars with gentle fingers, or rubbing his arm soothingly after a particularly rough day

Although your words couldn’t convey how you felt, you weren’t raised to be touchy feely, you knew he understood what you meant

He could hear the words of affirmation even while you slept, he could feel the comfort radiating off of your curled body in his tent

He knew you felt comfortable around him, and that alone was a great achievement in his mind

Zuko was used to coming off as gruff and mean, but you know it was a facade - a coping mechanism

You knew he was the same thirteen year old mommy’s boy that he was years ago

These hc’s are so long 😨

You always made it a point to treat him gently - despite being such a blunt person

You found yourself holding your tongue more often, being nicer to people around you because you got used to only having compliments for Zuko.

Maybe, you’d even try to put your affections into words - and although not formulating like you wanted, with fumbling words and fidgeting hands - the thought was what counted

He knew being super fluffy was a struggle for you, and that you were trying your best to be your best for him

He could see your effort - and you could see his.

The gang definitely saw you as a weird pair at the start

They found out once they saw Zuko laughing, hiding his face and you smirked at him.

Your hands rested on his torso as you willed him to take you seriously

You just said he looked nice when he trained - you both know what you meant

His shirt was clinging to his skin and his hair stuck to his face - my man was just out of a movie scene.

After the gang had long dispersed, you spoke your mind.

This brought the shyness out 

Unfortunately, it was Aang who saw the interaction

“Zuko? YN? What’s so funny?”

When the rest of your friends heard Zuko, YN, AND FUNNY in the same sentence, they peeked.

“Nothing,” Zuko mumbled, his ears tinting.

You flinched your hand away from him, coughing awkwardly.

“Wait a minute,” Sokka narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why’re you guys on the floor?” Toph asked.

Zuko lifted his head, looking at you with panic, you returned just the same

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I don’t know..”

The prince looked to you for help, only to find you trying to hold back a laugh. 

Your lips tucked inwards and eyes pointed downwards.

He looked forward again, side eyeing you so aggressively.

“What am I watching?” Sokka asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t know,” toph mumbled.

You were laughing as Katara seemed so puzzled, and yet so sure of what her discovery could mean.

“Wait a minute,”

“Well that’s my cue!” you got up abruptly, dusting your clothing before practically beelining to the house.

The group was left staring at Zuko, who was on the verge of burning you alive

Eventually they got it out of him

Jk they got it out of katara

“Wait, what were you gonna say?” Aang asked katara.

“I was just gonna ask about that one time  she was asleep on his lap,”

Zuko looked like he was contemplating drowning himself

“SHE WHAT”

“Yeah on the beach before… like two days ago,” she paused, “What was that about?”

“Umm, she was sleepy?”

“Why didn’t you sleep in a room then?”

“…Fresh air.”

“Fresh air?”

“Fresh air. Mhm”

“And what about when you kissed?” Toph added.

She was blind, but she knew how to sandbend.

It just so happened that that night seemed to be a sleepless night all around, the young earth bender was perched on a small chair, where her feet could touch natural ground so she could experience the surroundings.

(Or because she wanted to know what you and Zuko were doing, she’s blind not deaf)

“W H A T” sokka yelled, everyone staring blankly at Toph.

“Yeah, two days ago, this very beach, sparring in the middle of the night… ring a bell Zuko?”

“Not at all.” He stood his ground.

“Cut the crap,” Suki giggled, “it’s obvious!”

“What’s obvious?” He played stupid.

“Tha-“ suki was cut off by the dramatic show Sokka was about to put on.

“Oh YN! You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met!” He twirled, “I just wanna-“ he made a loud kiss noise.

The gang erupted into laughter, mainly because of the poor fire boy's reaction. His face was not only red, no, his eyes were wide, his mouth agape.

He dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

“I think that’s enough teasing,” katara giggled.

Aang and her went off to go do- whatever they do.

Suki, sokka and toph remained. As they were busy laughing, 

You overheard what he said as you were just around the corner, and decided to take a jab at his previous theatrics.

You walked up to them from behind, kicking sokka’s knees inwards.

He yelped as he fell to the ground, immediately looking up to the source.

You towered over him, the ghost of a smile on your face.

You paused, a rare smirk making an appearance on your face.

“I’m flattered, but unfortunately I’m not single,” 

An: I’d like to imagine chaos would start here

[spicyclover]

Jaffa cakes

Summary: you and Lando are hiding from a storm in a hostel. You are practically the only one in the establishment, and you managed to have a room for two people. Lando offers you to taste typical English cakes and sweets to pass the time.

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

You arrived just before the thunder fell. You were supposed to spend a day hiking in the woods with George, Alex, Carmen and Lily, but they cancelled because of the storm’s announcement.

However, as usual, the two idiots of the group, that is to say, you and Lando, have done again to your heads, and you decided to go anyway…

That’s how at three o'clock in the afternoon, you found yourself running around like crazy people soaked on the trail to get back to the car. You were completely soaked from head to toe, mud up to your ear, and rain dripped from your clothes.

When you got to the car, you had the nasty surprise of discovering that a tree had sunk into it. At the same time, you warned Lando not to park too close to the forest in case.

« We can’t take the car now. » You say you’re sarcastic. « It’s better to find a shelter not too far away. Come on, Lando! I know it’s sad, but I warned you. »

« Oh shut up, » exclaims Lando while sulking to whine about his new car, now dead under a tree. « Stupid tree! I hate nature. »

« Yeah, yeah… »

He still takes his hand in yours, and you head towards the road. Your Googled map has shown a gas station and a motel about 300 meters away.

Arriving at the gas station, you go inside to warm up. You take the opportunity to take some small things to eat while waiting for the storm to calm down, and find a solution for Lando’s car.

You pay your small purchases and see Lando come out a few minutes later, hands full of sweets and cakes.

« It’s so cool! » He says, all excited by his findings. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights as if the fact that his car is destroyed a few meters longer no longer matters. « They’ve got many cakes and stuff that’s been going on for a thousand years. »

You smile tenderly and stop to look at him. You gaze at him, his curls falling on his wet forehead, his cheeks red by the cold, his lips widened in a big smile and his eyes looking at you intensely. Everything makes you want to kiss him in this pouring rain, and you do it.

You take his jaw in your hands, and you crush your lips against his.

You love this moment. You love those moments when you are alone in the world. There is no Lando Norris, no Y/n, and you are just two humans who love each other madly and kiss in the rain after spending half an hour running on a trail in the woods.

These moments of pure happiness. Or you don’t need to speak to understand each other. Only your actions and actions matter.

You separate from him by putting your forehead against his and feel his arms hugging you hard against him.

« That’s great, baby. » You sigh by grabbing his arm to guide him to the building door. « Come on, let’s see if the motel has room. » 

You run to the entrance. You finally arrive at your room and put your bag in a corner before taking off your clothes to dry. Your bare skin in the open air makes you shiver slightly teeth.

You feel Lando’s warm breath on your neck when he comes around you with his bare arms. You sigh and rest your head against his shoulder. You look in the mirror above the dresser right in front of you.

Happy, that’s how you feel right now; no one can take that away from you. You grab Lando’s camera at your fingertips and take a picture of your naked bodies in the mirror. In an eternal hug.

You feel Lando’s smile against your skin and laugh, gently turning your body. Your head resting on his chest, you listen to the beating of his heart. You hear the click of the camera, and you turn your head to see what it does.

He takes a picture of his bag full of cakes. You laugh when you separate from him, and he offers you to taste his treats.

It’s like you ended up in your motel room, naked enjoying English sweets.

« Can’t go wrong with a Jaffa cake. » He said while opening the little box. « That’s good! » It’s more of a statement than a piece of factual information. « You ever had a Jaffa cake? Would you like one? » 

« Sure » 

« It’s like an orange. » He adds while giving you one. 

« No. I’m not too fond of orange-flavoured things. » You express yourself by refusing the cookie. « I actually don’t. I don’t do orange-flavoured things. »

« Try it, though. It’s not orange-flavoured, and it’s got orange in it. » Like this would make it better.

« Yeah… orange chocolate is not for me. »

« Try It. Try it. Try it. It’s double tasty. » 

« That doesn’t smell right. » You said after smelling it. « Smell it. Smell it.» You say by practically sticking the cake in his nose.

« I already got one in my mouth. »

« Give it a smell. » 

« I can smell it 'cause it’s in my mouth. » He said while laughing. 

« That doesn’t smell very good. » You admit while taking a tiny bit of it. 

« You haven’t got to the orange bit yet, though. »

You took a real bit this time and already made a disgusted face. Lando laughed at you before taking the rest of your biscuit in his mouth. 

You continue the tasting a little, but the fatigue wins over you quickly, and you lie on the bed and close your eyes more and more. You hear Lando talking to you, but you no longer understand the meaning of his sentences because you are increasingly plunging into Morpheus's arms.

When you feel Lando lying next to you and imprisoning you in her arms, your brain definitely goes to sleep. Safe, love and full of cakes.

[licensedqueerio]

can you write a fic where we have literally the biggest crush on Gareth Emerson but like we're a cheerleader and don't want all the backlash so we leave the cutest of cute letters in his locker like romance movie pink and sprayed with perfume letters? tysm <3

I don't usually ever write female readers, but I’ll make an exception bc I wanted to write this, it sounded cute. So the reader is female for this, which isn't explicitly stated, but it's heavily implied

Also! This is the first time I’ve ever written for Chrissy so that’s fun :)

Also also, which isn't relevant, but I'm seventeen finally, happy birthday to me :)

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Word count: 4.3k

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x Female!Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, mild angst

Request Here

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The first time you had laid eyes on Gareth Emerson had been during 4th period physics. You could remember it clear as day, despite it not being a monumental moment. He had been drumming two pencils against his desk, his leg bouncing underneath his desk to a song only he could hear.

You dropped your pencil a few moments prior and it had rolled away out of sight. Just as you had given up on trying to take down notes, Gareth turned around to face you and tossed you one of his pencils. He winked at you before twisting back around and leaving you with warm cheeks and the complete inability to focus for the rest of class.

The second time you laid eyes on him was during a night you weren’t supposed to be out. You knew you were in deep trouble when you got home, so you were staying out for as long as possible. That’s when you discovered The Hideout. It was in a part of town you usually never ventured out to, but you didn’t want to go home, so you just walked wherever your feet took you.

And they took you to The Hideout on a crisp Tuesday night.

When you walked inside, you almost walked right back out at the sudden assault of sound grating against your ears. It was loud and obnoxious music, with screaming vocals and shredding guitar solos.

Just as you were about to turn around and walk back outside, you saw him. His hair was damp with sweat and it covered his face. He was grinning, unapologetically happy, as he slammed his drumsticks against the drum set in front of him. His head banged along to the beat, and he mouthed the vocalists’ words along with him.

And you found yourself frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight despite everything screaming in you to turn and run home, run to what was familiar and to get back into your comfort zone. But you couldn’t. Because Gareth from Physics was playing the drums with his band in a sleazy place like The Hideout. And he was beautiful. He fit into this atmosphere perfectly and he looked entirely content in his environment.

But then he flipped his hair out of his eyes and made direct eye contact with you. His eyes went wide before he winked, still grinning at you. He spun one of his sticks and tossed it up. He managed to catch it and continue playing, staring straight at you.

You couldn’t take the attention, so you panicked. You broke eye contact and ducked your head down before turning around and pushing the door open, walking back into the cool autumn air.

The third memorable time you had seen Gareth was when he had just finished getting his face pounded in. You weren’t sure what had started the fight this time, but it wasn’t hard to guess that Gareth started it. You knew all about the rumors surrounding him and his inability to just shut up and avoid a beat down.

He looked pitiable on the ground, blood pouring from his nose, his lip and eyebrow busted and also bleeding. He could scarcely stand up. He kept trying though, leaning against a row of lockers, grunting quietly as he tried to get his feet underneath him.

You bit your lip, looking around the hallway, but everyone who had gathered to see the fight had dispersed and went to lunch. Once you were sure the coast was clear, you walked over to him. You stood in front of him and held your hand out. “I’ll help you,” you said.

Gareth peered up at you and smiled a bloody smile. He said nothing and instead grasped your hand, smearing blood against your sweater sleeve. You helped him up onto his feet and put his arm around your shoulders, holding up his weight. You walked him to the nearest bathroom and after peeking inside to ensure it was empty, you pulled him inside. You closed and locked the door as well. You didn’t need anyone to see you helping him out.

You watched as Gareth limped towards the sinks and began to scrub the blood off his knuckles. You grabbed some paper towels and approached him. “Look at me,” you requested.

Gareth shut the water off and obediently turned around to face you. “Gonna patch me up, sunshine?”

Your cheeks burned and you looked away, running water over the paper towels before pressing it to his face. You started at his eyebrow, gently wiping the blood from his forehead and eye. Then you cleaned his bloodied nose, prodding at it gently to make sure nothing was broken. Satisfied, you moved to wipe the blood from his chin.

When you were satisfied that the blood was cleaned up, you tossed the paper towels in the trash before turning back to Gareth. And you weren’t sure what possessed you to do so, but you caught Gareth’s chin in your hand and brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, mindful of the split in it.

Gareth caught your wrist in his hand, warmth emanating from him. “What’s the verdict, doc?” he murmured, lips brushing against your thumb.

You felt as though your entire body was on fire. You cleared your throat and pulled your wrist free, quickly putting space between you two. “You’re fine,” you said, “put ice on your ribs and face. And please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“You ashamed to help the freak?” Gareth asked, looking down at his busted knuckles.

You hesitated. You were, because you knew what his reputation would do to yours. You knew what would happen if people found out about this. “It wouldn’t be good for either of us if people find out,” you settled for saying. “...I’m sorry,” you said before hurrying out of the bathroom.

You didn’t tell anyone about the incident. Not for a while, anyways. Not until Chrissy.

You were best friends. You met her when you joined the cheer squad and the two of you had quickly become close. That’s how you ended up at your house with Chrissy sitting crossed leg on your bed, rifling through her bag.

“Can I show you something?” She asked you a moment prior. Of course you had said yes, Especially when she added, “you can’t tell anyone or make fun of me.”

Chrissy popped back up, holding a pink slip of paper. She handed it over before covering her face with her hands in a picture of embarrassment.

You looked down at the paper in your hands, brows furrowed in confusion. You carefully unfolded it to reveal Chrissy’s looping handwriting. You read the first line and gasped. “You wrote a letter to Eddie Munson?” You hissed. “Chrissy!”

“It’s worse,” she moaned into her hands. “I wrote a love letter to Eddie Munson,” she said miserably, lowering her hands enough to peer over them at you. “I’ve been carrying it around all week.”

You were silent as you folded the paper again, feeling like it would be an invasion of privacy to keep reading. “You like Eddie Munson?” You asked. “Chrissy—”

“I know,” she said quietly. “Everyone would freak out…that’s why I’ve been carrying it around all week. But I really like him, Y/N,” she dropped her hands into her lap and took the letter back. “He’s not like what everyone says, he’s…really sweet.”

Chrissy was the most popular girl in school, and that wasn’t an over exaggeration. Everyone loved her. But she had just broken up with Jason Carver, who was an asshole. “Jason would kill him,” you mumbled.

“I know,” Chrissy bemoaned. “I know he would, even though it’s none of his business.”

“It’s not,” you agreed. “...can I tell you something too?” You asked carefully.

Chrissy looked up at you and nodded quickly. “Of course.”

“I like Gareth,” you blurted out. “I really really like Gareth. I helped patch him up the other day, when he got beat up. And there was a moment, but I panicked and I ran,” you said in one rushed breath.

Chrissy gasped, sounding delighted, “you like Gareth?” She repeated with a grin. “What do you mean a moment? Did he kiss you?” She pressed.

You quickly shook your head, cheeks on fire. “No, nothing like that!” You exclaimed. “I wanted him to—but no. He didn’t,” you shook your head again. “I don’t know what to do,” you cried, folding forward to press your forehead against the mattress.

“...you could write him a letter,” Chrissy earnestly suggested, patting your back in an attempt at comfort. It wasn’t working. “It helps. It’s like therapy,” she said thoughtfully. “Then all you had to do is put it in his locker.”

“And after?” You asked into the mattress. “Then what do I do?”

Chrissy shrugged like she hadn’t thought about it. “You see what happens,” she said like it was that easy.

You sat up and narrowed your eyes at her, “fine,” you said, holding up a finger. “I’ll write Gareth a letter if you give Eddie yours,” you said.

Chrissy thought about it before frowning. “That’s not fair. If you give Gareth a letter, I’ll give Eddie mine,” she proposed.

You scowled, you hadn’t thought she’d catch onto your wording. “Fine, fine,” you conceded. “You’re a sneaky friend.”

“I’m a cheerleader,” Chrissy beamed. She clapped her hands together before shooing you away, “I’ll get a pen and paper. You go grab your perfume,” she ordered and began to dig through your bag again.

You made a face behind her back before going to grab your favorite bottle of perfume.

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The next day, you understood why Chrissy had been carrying around her letter for a week. It’s because delivering it was nerve wracking. You had mustered up the courage to approach his locker three times but every time you ended up walking away. Plus, there were too many people at all times, you couldn’t shake the feeling that they were staring at you.

Just as you were about to go find Chrissy and tell her to just forget about the whole thing, Gareth had yanked you into the boys bathroom. He locked the door before turning around to stare at you, a smile playing at his lips.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared at him. His bruises looked to be healing without complication. And somehow the cuts and bruises just added to his attractiveness. You finally found your voice and asked, “what do you want?”

“Hostile,” Gareth noted before holding out a folded sweater. “Here, because I ruined the other one.”

Your brow furrowed as you took a step towards him. You reached out for the sweater and took it, holding it up and getting a good look at it. It was a plain grey sweater that you had a sneaking suspicion belonged to him.

“You don’t have to give this to me. It’s okay,” you said, trying to hand it back.

Gareth stuffed his hands into his pockets to avoid taking it, “it’s fine, keep it,” he said before turning around and walking out of the bathroom, just as you had done a few days ago.

When he was gone, you let yourself smile and held the sweater close to your chest. You slipped it on and waited another minute before hurrying out of the bathroom.

—

Chrissy, of course, noticed the sweater you wore wasn’t your own and spent the first five minutes of practice gushing about how cute it was that Gareth had given you his sweater. She also informed you that she delivered her letter already.

“I asked to go to the bathroom during class, so the halls were empty, and I just put it in his locker,” she retold. “I guess we’ll see what happens now. But now you have to give him your letter.”

“Do not,” you countered as you stretched, “He’ll laugh at me, it’s so ridiculous.”

“He won’t laugh at you, Y/N,” Chrissy said in a gentler tone. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”

—

You decided to trust Chrissy and take a page out of her book. You asked to go to the bathroom during physics, which ensured you wouldn’t run into him, and walked all the way to his locker. You slipped the letter inside without any problems, but when you turned around, you ran into an unforeseen issue.

Eddie Munson.

“Eddie,” you said, startled. You knew you looked guilty, standing in front of his best friend's locker when you were supposed to be in class.

“Y/N, you look lovely,” he said, bowing his head in greeting. “Don’t you have Physics now?” He asked, “why are you skulking about?” His brow arched as he stepped closer.

You nodded, stepping back, “I’m not skulking, I’m going to class,” you lied. “So I’ll be seeing you, Eddie.”

“Hey, do me a favor,” he called before you could run off, “tell Chrissy to meet me after school. She knows where,” he requested.

“No way,” you answered immediately. “She won’t believe me. Tell her yourself,” you said. “I have to go,” you excused and hurried off back to class.

—

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Dustin proclaimed as he glared at the stupid pink letter in Gareth’s hands. “First Eddie now you? What the fuck!”

“First Eddie what?” Eddie asked as he set his lunch tray down and sat in his usual spot.

“Gareth got a stupid letter,” Dustin sulked. “This isn’t fair.”

Eddie perked up considerably as he leaned over to try and see the letter. Gareth swatted him away. The two continued for a few more seconds like that.

“Don’t you and Suzie write?” Mike deadpanned, picking at his lunch. “It’s the same thing.”

“It’s not! I don’t get love letters, I just get normal letters,” Dustin insisted around a mouthful of his apple.

“What’s the difference?” Mike demanded. He got letters from El all the time.

“Eddie, fuck off!” Gareth suddenly shouted, drawing attention to himself as he leaned way back in his seat. Eddie was leaning forward in his own, reaching out for him.

Gareth looked up suddenly when he noticed you and Chrissy conveniently walking by. Eddie instantly straightened up and waggled his fingers at Chrissy, who smiled and paused in front of the table.

That’s when Gareth’s chair tipped backwards and unceremoniously dumped him on the ground. He burned in embarrassment as he sat back up, grimacing as he rubbed the back of his head. He looked up to see you watching with worried eyes. He smiled at you.

Chrissy whispered something to you and you rolled your eyes, muttering, “shut up, let’s go.”

“See you, sunshine,” Gareth bid farewell.

You didn’t look back and instead kept walking.

“That was cold," Mike observed, stealing fries from Dustin’s tray, despite having a tray full of his own.

Gareth stood up and set his chair upright before sitting down again. Then, he looked at Dustin with a smirk and tapped his front pocket, where the folded up letter was peeking out. He said nothing, but perfectly conveyed what he meant.

Dustin's jaw dropped, "no fucking way," he said. "No way do both of you have cheerleaders writing you love letters. That's impossible. You're not cool enough."

"Ouch," Eddie threw a fry at him that missed and hit Mike in the face.

"Hey!" Gareth shouted, affronted. "Don't be jealous, Henderson."

"Y/N didn't even acknowledge you," Dustin countered. "Liar."

"It's different for them," Gareth stated matter of factly.

"Yeah, dude," Eddie agreed. "It's not so simple. You know who we are and who they are. They can't just stroll over here and talk to us. It'd make their lives miserable."

"Hey, our lives aren't miserable!" Dustin objected.

"They're at the top of the hierarchy," Mike caught on faster than Dustin. "If they talk to any of us, they're social life is done for."

"Steve talks to us and he was popular," Dustin sulked.

"Steve's not in highschool. Is he now?" Eddie questioned. "Mind your business, Henderson or Steve's taking you home today."

Dustin quickly zipped it shut, because if Steve picked him up, it meant he'd be waiting around for ages until his shift was over. No thanks.

That didn't mean he stopped noticing the way Gareth and Eddie kept staring at the table you and Chrissy were sitting at.

—

"Did you talk to Eddie?" You prompted during practice that day. It had been bothering you all day; wondering if Eddie had asked her what he asked you to relay.

"How'd you know that?" Chrissy responded as she did her stretches, sitting on the ground beside you. "Yes, I talked to Eddie. He wants to meet me after practice. Did you talk to Gareth?"

You shook your head, "I dropped the letter in his locker during physics and I haven't seen him since lunch," you reported.

Chrissy nodded before her head snapped up, looking at something in the distance. She gave you a side glance before standing up and dusting the grass off her clothes.

You looked up at her, then looked out to see what she was staring at. You blinked at Gareth and Eddie, who were standing on the far edge of the field. "Don't they have dnd today?" You asked. "What are they doing?"

Chrissy didn't comment on how exactly you knew when they had dnd, and shrugged. She looked around at their teammates who were too busy stretching to pay them any mind. "Want to find out?" She asked.

You stared at her for a long moment. "Eddie's a bad influence on you," you lightheartedly informed. "Yeah, let's go," you said, climbing to your feet. You watched as they turned around and disappeared into the line of trees.

Chrissy looked back at her teammates before she broke off at a sprint for the tree line. You ran after her, laughing when you heard shouts behind you, demanding for the both of you to come back.

Chrissy was giggling in front of you as she broke the treeline and slowed down.

“We’re gonna be running laps all next practice,” you breathlessly informed, slowly to a stop beside her. “And probably practice after that.”

Chrissy dismissed that with a cheerful hum and began to walk, “c’mon, I know where they went,” she encouraged.

“And how do you know that?” You questioned as you followed her through the tree’s. “Why are you even coming back here?”

“Because of Eddie,” she easily replied.

You narrowed your eyes at the back of her head in suspicion.

Gareth suddenly stepped out from behind a tree, making the two of you stop. “Hello, Chrissy,” he greeted, “Eddie’s waiting for you.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to show her where.

Chrissy smiled warmly at him, “Goodbye Gareth, bye Y/N,” she said before walking past Gareth to go meet Eddie.

You frowned at her back, mildly offended at being abandoned for a boy. You looked at Gareth, but quickly looked away again. You were too embarrassed to make eye contact.

“Walk with me?” Gareth requested as he headed off to the left, opposite the way Chrissy went.

You walked at his side in silence, trying to come up with something to say that didn’t sound ridiculous or cheesy. He beat you to it.

“I read your letter,” he said casually. “I’ve never gotten a love letter before. It was really sweet.”

Your cheeks grew warm like they always did when he was around. You looked at the ground, scuffing your feet against the ground as you walked, “I’m glad you think so,” you settled on replying. “Eddie, he uh, caught me. When I was putting it in your locker. It was embarrassing,” you confessed.

Gareth laughed, “he caught you?” He repeated, “wait when was this? His locker isn’t near mine.”

“During physics. I have no idea what he was doing,” you said honestly. “I think he was looking for Chrissy’s locker, he asked me to relay a message.”

Gareth nodded, like that was a good explanation. “I have a question for you,” he began, which immediately made your heartbeat hammer in your chest. “Were you at our show? A few weeks ago?”

You exhaled softly when it was nothing bad and nodded. “Only for a minute,” you answered, “it was really loud, but I saw you playing, You looked good.” you paused once you realized what you said.

Gareth began to smirk. “I looked good, sunshine?” He teased while leaning in close.

You avoided eye contact and quickly backpedaled. “No, I-I meant that you played good.”

“So you don’t think I look good?”

“No!”

“No, you don’t?”

“I-I meant that no, that’s not what I meant!” You groaned and rubbed your face. “Yes, you looked good,” you reluctantly settled on, your cheeks burning hot in embarrassment. You should have just stayed quiet.

Gareth smiled, “you look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said honestly.

If possible, your cheeks grew even hotter.

“I really like you,” he continued, knocking shoulders with you.

You made no attempt to move away from him, but you did sigh softly. “I’m sorry.”

Gareth gave you a weird look as he stopped walking and turned to face you. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah. We can’t—we couldn’t ever—”

Gareth stopped you by taking your hands between his. They were callused and rough against your smoother ones, and you couldn’t help but take note of how right it felt to hold his hand. “I know,” he hushed. “I know, we run in two different circles. I know.”

“...that doesn’t bother you?” You asked quietly, lifting your gaze from your hands to look at him. “We can’t be…a normal couple. Not in school at least. Or where they could see us. Do you have any idea how bad it would be for you?” You asked.

“You don’t have to worry about me, sunshine,” he said in a more serious tone. “We’ll just have to be sneaky, alright? We’ll figure it out. If that’s what you want,” he added.

“I do,” you said quickly. You just felt guilty that you’d have to hide all because you didn’t want to deal with the backlash that came with going public. “I want that, I want…to be with you.”

Gareth beamed and squeezed your hands gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and leaned in for a sweet kiss.

—

That had been the start of your relationship. Since then, you and Gareth had been on three dates. Technically four, but you didn’t count the double date with Chrissy and Eddie.

You were happy with him, really happy, but there had been…close calls. Today had been a very close call day, and you were beginning to doubt your relationship. Doubt if it was worth it. Because currently, sitting in an empty parking lot with Gareth, who was nursing his wounds, it didn’t feel worth it.

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you glanced up at him. His nose had finally stopped bleeding and nothing looked broken, but he looked like shit. You knew it would only look worse tomorrow when all the bruises had formed.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly began, staring at your hands, unable to look at him with your crushing guilt. It had been your fault, afterall. You were in a mood and had been arguing with him. It was lighthearted because you hadn’t actually been mad, just annoyed. Someone from school had seen him chasing after you and took things the entire wrong way.

He had hit Gareth. So of course Gareth hit him back, which just egged the guy on. A few minutes later, Gareth was lying still on the ground, bleeding. You had to pretend you were grateful to the stupid asshole who had beat your boyfriends face in for no reason.

You helped him mop the blood up from his face and here you were.

You sniffled, tears stinging your eyes that you furiously refused to fall. You had no reason to cry, Gareth was the one who got the beat down, not you. “I’m so sorry, Gareth. I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking of what it looked like. I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Gareth said, scooting closer to press his shoulder against yours. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, sunshine,” he murmured, putting a hand on your knee.

You shifted away from him, wrapping your arms around himself. “He could have hurt you a lot worse,” you sniffled. “It could have been so much worse, Gareth.”

“But it wasn’t,” he replied. “I’m fine, nothing that hasn’t happened before. Those guys are douchebags. It’s not your fault he happened to be around and got the wrong idea,” he reassured.

“This was a bad idea,” you whispered. “This—us—was a bad idea. You’re only going to get hurt, Gareth. We shouldn’t be doing this,” you said, forcing yourself to look up at him.

Gareth was frowning as he scooted closer again, “c’mhere,” he ushered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you tight against his side, encouraging you to lay your head against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed softly. “We’re going to be okay,” he said, slow and firm.

More tears stung at your eyes and when you blinked, they spilled over your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you cried.

“Shh,” Gareth soothed. “It’s okay. We’re okay,” he repeated.

You nodded as you tried to wipe your cheeks and stop the tears. “I love you,” you said. “I love you so much, we aren’t a bad idea, I didn’t mean that.”

“I know,” he murmured his reassurances. “I know you didn’t mean it, sunshine. I love you too. More than you can even dream. So don’t cry, okay? It’s okay.” He rubbed your arm in comfort.

You leaned closer into the warmth his body provided and said nothing more as the tears subsided. Once they had stopped, you allowed yourself to enjoy this small moment with him. You truly did love him, and maybe one day you’d have the courage to tell it to the world.

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Vecna's Lair

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Eddie takes you on a nighttime adventure through the woods to show you his latest discovery. Little does he know that you've been here before, and it left you with less-than stellar memories.

A/n: OOPS guess who can't get this guy out of their head??? This is my first submission for the lovely @nexusnyx 's Night Sky Challenge! Congratulations on one year and 7k Nyx! Can't wait to see how you wow us over the next 365 days with your amazing writing :) I chose the following prompt:

The night your lips touched mine for the first time. ["Wait. Come back here. Do that again.] (I played around with the dialogue portion of the prompt but you'll know it when you see it...hopefully lol)

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You were in the woods.

Eddie had called you Friday after school, asking if he could pick you up ASAP.

“Found the SICKEST thing in the woods yesterday! We gotta go check it out!”

Now here you were, flashlight in hand as darkness crept over the wooded area, trying to keep up with your best friend/eternal secret crush as he wove a path through the trees, buzzing with excitement. You tried to keep close as you blindly trudged ahead.  

“I know a DM is never supposed to share their secrets with a party member,” he said, climbing up a large rock. Just as you were about to begin your ascent, his hand reached out to pull you up with him, a small smile on his face. “But I need you to see the inspiration behind what I have planned next because it’s too good not to.”

You snorted, taking his hand and silently praying that you weren’t too heavy for him to lift. A rush of relief ran through you when you made it to the top of the rock without any noticeable struggle from him. “Why didn’t you invite the rest of the club to see it then?”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. “No way. I mean, your sorcerer would definitely have this as part of their backstory. Like, obviously we can talk about it more but I have so many plans for this, Y/n. You’re going to flip.” His smile turned sheepish. “Besides, you’re really the only one I want to share this with.”

Butterflies swarmed your stomach, and all you could do in response was scrunch your nose with a smile. His eyebrows wiggled and he led you on, hand still in yours.

It was a normal thing for the two of you to be so affectionate. You knew Eddie loved hugs since he never really received them from his parents. He also seemed to enjoy it when you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders during movie nights, held hands as you walked or while one of you cried when life became too much.

Things came so naturally for you and Eddie, like there was nothing for you to hold back minus the whole being in love with your best friend for years of course that didn’t count because it would ruin everything…

“Tadaaaa!” he exclaimed, letting go of your hand so he could step out ahead of you, arm held out to point his flashlight at his “great find.”

You groaned, and his brows knit together in confusion.

“What?” he asked.

“Skull Rock, Ed?” you crossed your arms, butterflies quickly replaced with dread.

“Okay, I guess that’s what you could call it. I was thinking something more like Vecna’s Lair or Tomb of the Raven Queen-”

“Eddie,” you cut off, looking at him as if waiting for him to quit the joke. When his expression remained confused, your eyes narrowed. “Do you really not know about this place?”

He shook his head, growing more and more visibly disappointed and you sighed, walking over to him.

You pointed your light up at the stone. “This place is Skull Rock. Harrington discovered it a few years back. It’s like, the number one hookup spot in Hawkins.”

Eddie pinched his face in disgust. “What? You mean this awesome landmark created by the dark powers that be is a place for horny teenagers to hang out?”

You shrugged. “Sorry bud.”

This time it was his turn to groan, hand running through his hair.

“I hate high school” he muttered.

Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. “Listen, I love the Hellfire Club squad, but I’m pretty sure none of them know about this place. You can still have Vecna’s Lair and they’ll think it’s cool as hell.”

He pouted for only a moment before tilting his head to the side, staring at you inquisitively, filling you with even more dread. His light pointed toward you accusingly and you closed your eyes from its brightness.

“Wait….how do you know about this place?” he asked, taking a few steps back, light now pivoting between you and the rock. “Have you been here before?”

Your face heated as you looked to the ground. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No freaking way!” he laughed out, voice going a bit more high pitched than usual. “With who??”

“Eddie, please..”

“No, no,” he jumped back over to you, hands on your shoulders, waiting until your eyes met his nearly black irises. “We tell each other everything, Y/n. You have to tell me this story.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna.”

Concern flashed over his face. “How come?” His tone became sharper. “Did something happen to you here?”

You caught a flicker of rage in his eyes and shook your head again. “No, no, it’s not like that. It’s just…ugh.” Running a hand over your face you let out a pained whine. “I went here with Keith last year.”

Gears almost visibly shifted in Eddie’s mind as he tried to think of who you were talking about before they widened. “Wait, the guy from the arcade?”

“And the video store,” you added with a grimace.

Something flashed through Eddie’s features that you couldn’t quite make out. “You, you went here with Keith? To the…the hookup spot?”

“Yes and it was the worst moment of my life.”

“Why? Did he hurt you?” Another switch to anger and one of Eddie’s hands tightened around your shoulder in distress.

“He didn’t hurt me like that. More like wounded my pride.” 

“Y/n, you have to tell me what happened before I lose my mind,” he said, forcing a closed-mouth smile in fake reassurance.

You sighed. “He asked me out for pizza and then invited me here. Next thing I know we’re kissing and then he shortly after took me home. That was it.”

Eddie stared into your eyes, reading through your bullshit like he always did. “There’s more.”

Your eyes burned as you stared down at the ground. “Hesaidiwasabadkisser,” you mumbled incoherently.

“What?”

“He said I was a bad kisser!” Your hands flew up in the air in defeat. “So that’s that, then! The one guy who has ever shown any interest in me says I’m a bad kisser! And now I kind of hate this place because it reminds me of that!”

Eddie stared at you for a few moments, eyes boring into yours as you met his gaze, mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.

Then, he laughed.

An eruption of giggles escaped him as he stepped away, walking toward the giant rock and resting a hand on the hard surface, bent down as if his body were about to give out from how aggressive his laughing was.

It was super fucking annoying.

“Okay, cool,” you said, fighting back tears. “Glad you can find this traumatic moment in my life so fucking funny, Ed.”

He turned to you, smile dropping as he saw how visibly upset you were and ran back over. “No, it’s not that, Y/n. I’m not making fun of you at all, I swear!”

“Sure sounds like you are,” you mumbled.

A hand grabbed yours, thumb stroking your skin. 

“I’m laughing because of how much of a fucking idiot this Keith guy is.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, I don’t think-”

“No, listen. There is absolutely no way someone as perfect and amazing and gorgeous as you could be a bad kisser.”

“Eddie, please, you don’t have to-”

Suddenly, a flashlight was falling to the ground as his hands cupped your face, and he was pulling your face until it was less than an inch from his.

A sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as your wide eyes stared into his.

“Let me put that ridiculous claim to rest once and for all, okay? And that dumb thing about there only being one person to ever be remotely into you.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “You don’t have to do this to prove a point, Ed.”

He gave you a small, nervous smile, and rubbed his nose against yours and you let out a small gasp. 

“Okay then. What if I just kinda want to kiss you?”

There were both a million and zero thoughts running through your mind, all of them racing toward the same conclusion.

“Only if you want to-”

His lips were on yours instantly. Soft, tentative, tasting slightly of oranges, 

There definitely were no thoughts in your mind as Eddie kissed you. You were completely consumed by him.

He pulled away after a few seconds, eyelids heavy and a dreamy smile on his face, and you imagined you looked about the same.

“Let me guess,” you whispered, “You hated that just as much as I did.”

Eddie only giggled, and you nearly melted at the sound of it. “Wait,” he said, pulling closer. “I need to try at least one more time just to make sure.”

His lips pressed against your smile, which faded away as the intensity of the kiss came full force. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as you completely lost yourself in Eddie, the two of you finally going down the dark and scary path you had both been too nervous to for years.

Yet here you were, finally, completely on the same page.

And just like that, Skull Rock had become your new favorite place.

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[meabh-mcinness]

Love Lost

The Naberius's were the clan of unwaveringly loyal guard dogs. Each and every member was raised with the strictest guidelines and expectancies, and those who failed were disgraced. The latest members were the elder brother Narnia and the younger brother Kalego. Both excelled and will excel at every challenge thrown their way, until Narnia didn't. One mistake led to a life of regret and a love lost. 

Warnings of light gore descriptions and raw meat consumption! Oh, and Angst!  With the latest chapter reveal, I really wanted to come up with a reason on why Narnia would recommend Atori and Shiida to Babyls, basically any reason other than him returning to origins. Also posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

A heavy sigh left full lips as pale, thin hands ran themselves through long black hair. He was tempted to rip it all out in his stress, but knew that it would do no good in the end. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Going against everything he was raised to do, sacrificing not only his pride and beliefs, but who knew how many lives along the way.

Was it worth it?

He honestly didn't know anymore. Before, he would have said no, no matter how much he loved anyone, he would never abandon his post as a loyal Naberius guard dog. No matter how much he disagreed with his family ways, he recognized and even enjoyed the mysteries and jobs that came his way as the Border Patrol's Special Security Chief.

But then he met them.

A real life human from the other realm. He'd known of their existence, of course. You couldn't be as high ranked as him in the Border Patrols system and not know of them, but he'd never met one. Realm crossings were incredibly rare, and despite his decades of service, he'd never seen a real one until they had come along.

His claws flexed at the thought of them again. He could see them now even, with their soft skin, glittering eyes and bright smile. It was like they had been designed to lure him in and lower his guard, only to snatch his heart and take it for their own. Inadvertently crushing it in the end, when... When they were ripped from his side and forced to leave.

That had been the worst day of his life.

The best day was a tie, between Kalego being born and meeting them for the first time. He could remember it so clearly.

He had been relatively new to his job at the time. Only three decades in and still getting the hang of all the different procedures for the hundreds of different kinds of cases, when Henry had pulled him aside to go on a raid. A quick raid and small paperwork, and then they could both go home. It had sounded rather promising, after all there was an Opera show that was supposed to on in an hour along with a bottle of nice wine chilling.

What should have been a relatively simple case of raid and detain, however, quickly turned more extreme when it was discovered the criminal in question had a living, breathing human hidden in his abode.

Undoubtedly, both Henry and him had been shocked when their head innocently popped up from a cauldron stacked in a far corner. Tears strolling down their face faster than any river could run, but with blood stains around their mouth and splattered across their face. At first, they didn't realize anything was different about them, just assumed that they were an intended victim or an accomplice. Judging by the torn flesh on the criminal, however, Narnia was inclined to believe the former.

After all, they only had the head to go by at first, and plenty of demons didn't have horns. One of little Kalego's allies was a prime example, the Balam's hadn't ever had horns as far as anyone knew.

With Henry playing with the perpetrator (the demon often used these cases to let off steam Narnia learned over time), he had walked over to this new demon, curious but careful. After all, this other being could still be a helper rather than a victim. Reaching out one of his own thin hands towards them, he could only blink as they flinched harshly and backed as far as they could in the tiny space. Tears still flowed, but they bared their teeth in a show of attempting to be fierce. With a raised eyebrow, he gave them a quick glance over, keeping his hand out calmly.

Despite being new, he had seen plenty of cases of demons reverting to base instincts in order to survive in dangerous situations. As long as this one hadn't returned to origins, they should quickly realize he meant no harm, or at least grow bored with posturing and either calm down or attempt to fight. Though, he had to wonder at why they hadn't backed down at the shiny Chet badge on his uniform or from the feel of his power leaking.

Except they didn't do either. They stayed in the same position, never wavering in keeping their teeth bared, muscles tensed, and eyes focused on him. Whenever Henry or his intended catch made a noise, they tensed slightly more and their eyes would twitch, as if stopping themselves from glancing at the aforementioned noise. Soon enough, when Narnia had given up with letting them move at their pace, he heard a particularly loud crack and yowl from the fight. It seemed Henry was growing bored with the brawl, but that hadn't been what caught his attention. The being in front of him had also clearly heard it with the way their ears had twitched.

Their very small, rounded ears.

Now that Narnia did another more careful once over, he noticed that their teeth while bared only had four very tiny canines, the rest rather blunt. And the hands that were braced lightly along the back of the cauldron rim (likely to prepare to lift their body out quickly at any moment) held no claws. At least he had never seen such thin, blunt claws before. There were no tails or horns, no spikes or fur, no scales or feathers in sight either. It was almost as if they weren't a demon, but rather a...

Oh. Oh, no.

He did not want to deal with this or the paperwork it would later involve. He could already feel the headache blooming and could kiss his relaxing evening goodbye. Unlike many of his comrades, he held no interest in the human race. As far as Narnia was concerned, they existed and belonged in their own world, and that was it. No other knowledge needed beyond that they were weak and very delicious according to the school song. Now, however, he was slightly wishing he had listened slightly when he overheard the little Balam kid going on one of his imaginary being rants.

After all, no one mentioned in any of his briefs or trainings on how to capture said rogue humans that stumbled into their world. Frantically, he racked his brain for any stray info he could find. Anything that the tiny gargoyle had said would be helpful right now. A peaceful world, one where there was no danger. At least non-comparable to the Netherworld, which would explain the lack of common defenses found here in demon-folk. Did they enjoy touch? No, that was a solid Balam thing, he was sure.

Well, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try petting them, it could very well calm them down. Naberius's were far too proud to admit it, but a good scalp massage when they were alone was rather nice. Never mind their bonded Cerberions who would do anything for a good scratch, especially those middle heads, where the legs just couldn't seem to reach well.

Surely, humans would feel the same? Slowly, he moved his outstretched hand closer towards the human, aiming for the top of their head, much like he would his Cerberion or praising Kalego. The closer he got, though, the louder a rumbling sound seemed to reverberate from the creature before him. By the time he registered it as the human growling, it was too late. He'd gotten too close, and all of a sudden there was a mouth where his fingers were supposed to be and hands grasping onto his arm for dear life.

He suppressed a yowl from tearing from his throat. He would never hear the end of it if others ever found out a mere human made Narnia Naberius yelp like some pup! He quickly grabbed the back of the neck of the human with his other hand, aiming for the fold of skin that all demons had, only to find nothing but smooth skin. Seriously!? Of all the things for their species not to share!

What happened to humans being peaceful and weak! This one seemed to have the same jaw strength of a panther-rat, only with far more pain due to the blunt teeth tearing his skin rather than the neat slicing of sharp fangs. Desperately, his hand traveled up and forward slightly and gripped where he thought the jawbone started. Feeling his prize, he slowly massaged the area in hopes that it was more like his Cerberion's jaw and that they would be forcibly relaxed into letting him go.

And in a way it seemed to. They slowly relaxed the pressure, but never let go entirely. What Narnia didn't know at the time was that they were slowly being discouraged at the fact he had barely even moved beyond his initial hand movement at their neck. The other one had yelped and screamed as much as a hyena seemed to laugh, leaping back, tearing their own flesh from themselves, leaving a massive chunk in their mouth. This one gave them nothing but a splurge of blood, that later they would be very disgusted with themselves for enjoying. The warm liquid soothing their parched throat.

While this specific human leaned neither one way nor the other in their carnivorous or herbivorous ways, a true omnivore; they had to admit, that after days of not daring to eat anything in this new world, the combined flesh and blood tasted rather good at that moment. With an added bonus of keeping this creature obviously intending harm away from them. The lack of food plus the sudden onslaught of taste of something possibly edible had sent the usual harmonious human into a rather feral state.

Narnia hadn't stumbled across a helpless being, he had stumbled across a human who was hungry. A very dangerous thing indeed, he learned. Later, he would be told it was a mood called "hangry" and that one should never get in the way of a hangry human. Narnia had never agreed to something so fast in his life, unconsciously rubbing at the deep scars that still graced his hand to that day.

Now, though, he would move the hand that was free up, towards the top of the human's head, and slowly rubbed it downwards in a petting motion. The being tensed up slightly, teeth crushing down just a little bit more, causing him to wince, but didn't actively stop him. Feeling emboldened, he repeated the motion, over and over again. Slowly, over the next couple of minutes, the human relaxed enough to almost remove their teeth entirely.

Just a little more and he'd be free, was what he thought, until he noticed that the head he was petting was shaking. No, not just the head, he observed looking them over. It was their entire body that was quivering, at first he was confused. Had he accidentally broken them? Henry would be quite crossed if so, humans were supposed to be returned unharmed to prevent possible exposure. Then again, humans were also supposed to be weak things needing protection, not feral biting machines, perhaps this one was already broken?

Suddenly he felt water hit his hand, breaking him out of his thoughts. Yes that was definitely water mixing with his blood. It took him a second to realize that the human was crying again. The discovery left him stunned, he was the one that had been ravaged into and yet they were the ones crying! Yes, this human was without doubt broken!

However, the sight of it also made him incredibly unsure of himself. Had this been some other demon he would have destroyed them within an inch of their life before maybe dumping them off with the nearest healers for daring to do such a thing, and yet the more he looked the more he noticed a distinct lack of any real vexation and a distinct want of wiping away the tears and making them feel better.

Mentally he shook his head, why was he feeling this way? There was a lot of things about humans lost to the past, was this unusual desire to protect them one of those? But if that was the case why were there so many stories about eating said humans? Unless, he glanced down again at where his hand seemed to meld with their mouth. Perhaps the stories got it backwards and humans actually ate demons, using false weaknesses to lower their guards? That... was a rather terrifying impossible thought that he was going to stop in it's tracks.

'Focus Narnia!' he scolded himself. It didn't matter how he or any past demon had felt. Right now he had a very misplaced crying human attached to him and he could deftly hear Henry summoning the cuffing spell in the background. If nothing else he at least had to get them off of his hand in order to save some sort of dignity.

Slowly he moved his free hand til it was under their jaw and gently placed the tip of his thumb and first finger claws into their mouth on either side of his other hand and carefully pried their jaw open. They let go without further fuss, tears still pouring and a slight sniffle to their breathing now. Now in possession of his own hand again he gave in a once over and winced at the damage. They had certainly did a number on him, and if they had gone much further he probably wouldn't have any fingers at all anymore. (If anyone later on had questioned when he started to fall in love, it would probably be this moment he pointed to. Anyone who could stand up to a being so much more powerful than them and inflict lasting damage was a keeper in his book).

Narnia deftly gave a healing spell over his hand to fix most of the damage, he was no Buer but even he should be able to ensure no scaring. Only he didn't. The bites healed certainly, but there were scars in the shape and size of each tooth belonging to the human. Perhaps he was more out sorts than he realized. No matter, a simple glamour charm when around others should be enough so he wasn't to terribly concerned, until he realized it was his left hand that had been gored. Well, that explained a few fair things.

'A marriage bite,' his mind supplied. Had this been any other circumstance at least, but it wasn't and here he stood with a quite possibly broken crying human that had claimed him, however unintentional, and the thudding steps of his supervisor coming from behind him.

He felt the growl push to leave his lips but pushed it down at the last possible moment, instead opting to quickly swing the human into his arms, purposefully hiding his left hand under the ripped remains of the oversized top they were wearing. Marriage bites were sacred, done only when two, or more, demons were absolutely certain they would take no others. Unlike the the easily breakable marriages that humans held, marriage bites were permanent and infused into the demons very being. In ancient times this would be how alliances were made concrete, an arranged marriage or two and suddenly the two families were then one, ending most conflicts. It didn't magically make the parties fall in love, but it did impart feelings to ensure their other was at least safe and happy.

Narnia would have to do everything in his power to hide this from absolutely everyone, especially his family. Luckily the bond was incomplete without his mark on them, therefor making the feelings small and inconsequential. He would see the end of his bond through by personally shoving them through the portal! Mind made up, he turned around to face Henry with his catch.

If only it had been that easy.

The only ones with the strength to make a portal were those of Chet rank and up, however the supposed only ones with the knowledge of how to open said portal were the Three Greats. Of the three only Sullivan was available, the other two somehow both out on Evil Cycles, but he supposedly didn't know it off the top of his head. He only had to check his libraries he had said, should only take a couple hours at the least, maybe a couple weeks at the absolute most. The deal was struck and I was placed in charge of the human until then.

"Naberius's are spectacular guard dogs are they not? So who better to protect them until we get them home again!" Sullivan had cheered happily, before skipping on his way out. And so Narnia ended up taking the human home with him, when it became clear Sullivan was not coming back that night. Got them cleaned and fed (and in that moment Narnia both discovered the power of human consummation and mourned his wallet's future) before giving them the spare room to sleep in.

After the first couple days of they skirted around each other cautiously, both wary of the sudden new roommate situation, only made more awkward when it was clear neither could speak the other's language. When Sullivan stopped by Narnia barely withheld his shout of joy, watching the human was slightly fascinating but he was mostly bored having been sent nothing but paperwork to do in his forced absence from the workplace.

The shout of joy was quickly replaced with near tears of frustration when Sullivan declared he had not found the ritual and was merely stopping by because he had found another spell that he thought would be prevalent at the moment. Narnia couldn't help the confused head twitch at Sullivan's words, another prevalent spell? What was more important then finding the portal ritual to send the little beast back before it ate him out of house and home!

A translator spell. Sullivan had found a translator spell and thought it would be nice for him and the human to be able to chat properly until they could leave, especially since Narnia's absence would be noticed soon. This way the human could entertain themselves while Narnia could go back to work like everything was fine.

Narnia briefly wondered if he was strong enough to be able to strangle Sullivan for even a second before the Tet killed him.

From there it had only been a hellball effect. Being able to talk meant being able to learn beyond noticing basic observations. It meant learning each other's names. It meant being able to learn about likes and dislikes, loves and fears. And once they established a routine, a couple of weeks turned to a couple of months, and a couple of months became a couple of years it became clear that Sullivan never intended to find the portal and Henry and the rest of the Border Patrol forgot his little human's existence. It meant they were free to fall in love and whisper promises of forever in the dead of night with only the two moons and a matching set of bites as their witnesses.

Looking back Narnia now wished he had gone through attacking Sullivan, if for no other reason than to not have to feel this pain of utter loss.

All it had taken was one surprise home visit from Henry for him to recognize the human who had meant to have left years ago. Had Henry not been promoted to the Thirteen Crowns and got the other two Greats on his side before talking to Sullivan he probably could have kept them years more.

When it came time to let them go, he did as he promised himself years ago and sent them through the portal himself, once their mind was cleansed of everything they shared. And when the portal closed forever he begged Sullivan to wipe his own memories. A guard dog was no good when it was busy mourning it's missing parts, and he had no desire to live like Amduscious Poro, so crushed by their love for Derkila that to this day, centuries later they still looked.

Sullivan had tried to talk him out of it of course, with feelings that deep attached the spell was likely not to hold, but he had remained steadfast. After all it was his mind to do with what he willed, and they would never want to see him suffer for centuries just because of them, and the only way to not mourn was to forget. Was he being cowardly? Perhaps, but it was done in the end.

And so he spent the next several decades with no memories of any humans in his presence at all. Or why he felt the urge to crack a bottle of wine to celebrate on a specific day, or to curl in a ball and cry until he shriveled up from lack of water on a different specific day. Or why there was this random flower bed by his door beyond thinking it could be more welcoming, or where these extra glasses came from that he just couldn't bare to throw away.

When Sullivan was called in for a supposed claim from Baal that he had a trapped human, it tingled something in him, loosened things just enough.

It wasn't until one day when he was investigating the cause of the summoning's that destroyed Walter Park that he saw him though. The supposed grandson of Sullivan's that had appeared out of nowhere. He was on a float, surrounded by what appeared to be other students and... my was that little Kalego and his allies that he swears aren't his lovers? He certainly never expected to seem them here but was more than happy to have this little piece of blackmail up his sleeve.

Drawing his attention back in was Iruma however, something about him seemed off, until it slowly came together when a gust of wind blew his hair back, briefly exposing small, rounded ears. Like...

Like theirs.

And suddenly the spell shattered and he remembered. Remembered from the first contact, to the first kiss, all the way till the last time he touched them. Everything he had sealed away, exposed. He felt like he had been struck by the Demon King himself and had to take off without notifying anyone or else he'd lose all semblance of himself.

Or attack Henry for destroying his life, unintentional as it was. Or worse Sullivan.

He didn't blame Henry, not really. He had only done his job much as Narnia would have in his horns. And it wasn't Sullivan's fault that Narnia had been carelessly caught with his human and Sullivan had not. Still there was a deep rooted anger that burned through his veins at watching everyone get together with their families. A family he would never have now.

And it was in this mindset that Baal first came up to him. A favor for a favor he'd called it. Blackmail with a promise of a prize if successful was more like it. Apparently back when Sullivan had been brought it Baal had noticed his slight twinge at the mention at the mention of humans and done some digging. Digging that turned up the past case of his human, including how long it had taken them to be properly returned. It had only taken a few educated jumps from there and now Narnia was here with a choice to make.

Go to Henry and Sullivan with what he knew and have his past ripped back to the present destroying everything he and his family had built or give in the and listen to Baal's demands and have his precious lover back at the expense of possibly other lives.

Naberius's were the clan of unwavering loyalty, and he knew with whom his loyalties lay.

'I'm so sorry.'

His pen was placed to paper as he wrote,

"I, Naberius Narnia, hereby recommend both Atori Arachne and Shiida..."

Not sure how well I did with the angst, but I tried my best. *shrugs* I hope you enjoyed it regardless and maybe if wanted I can make a happier part two in the future.  

[cassandraclare]

The Whispering Room: James’ POV

Here it is finally — James’ POV of the Whispering Room scene from Chain of Gold. I wanted to wait until Chain of Iron was released to give more people a chance to read the book, and also because what we learn in COI does inform the scene. I hope you enjoy!

*art by Cassandra Jean

Cortana wove with her words, underlining each one with steel. She turned as her sword turned, and her body curved and moved like water or fire, like a river under an infinity of stars. It was beautiful—she was beautiful, but it was not a distant beauty. It was a beauty that lived and breathed and reached out with its hands to crush James’s chest and make him breathless. — Chain of Gold

James had felt a strange emotion when Daisy first took the stage at the Hell Ruelle. It was a mix of several feelings...

worry on her behalf, annoyance at Kellington, curiosity, and admiration for her bravery and poise. It was unfair of these Bohemians to force her to caper for them, and, he thought, a bit insulting to Shadowhunters in general. He supposed that Matthew had given them a rather unusual view of what the Nephilim were like in such circumstances.

And then she had begun to dance. And suddenly she was not Daisy, his old friend. She was Cordelia, whose name meant heart, whose every gesture was fire. Every earthly worry he’d had had been swept out of his mind. He was conscious only of Cordelia, whirling back and forth across the small stage. Cortana danced around her, shedding light like embers. The dull glow of the lamps illuminated her body, describing her every movement, her every curve as she danced. Her scarlet hair whipped around her in time to the music, and the golden light of the lamps in the Ruelle slipped across her skin, slow and hot, like beads of honey. The cadences of her voice, rising and falling, seemed to weave a cage of silken thread about her audience, and James was no exception.

Later, James would think it was odd that he had not compared her to Grace. Grace had never entered his mind at all. Cordelia danced, and by the end of her performance, James’s entire life had been disassembled and put back together in a new and different shape. He was conscious of Matthew, beside him, also staring as the crowd cheered, his sharp cheekbones flushed. He looked dazed; James couldn’t blame him.

Cordelia descended the stage and slipped through the crowd to come back to them, blushing at the looks and murmured comments she was drawing from the audience now. James could see the desire in the eyes that followed her. Everyone wanted her. He felt a dull fury. They had no right. They did not know Cordelia. She was more than just that dance.

When she reached them she let out a long breath of relief and smiled. She glowed with the exercise of dancing. Sweat beaded along her collarbones, shimmered between her breasts. Her eyes were bright as Cortana’s blade, strapped to her back.

“Bloody hell,” Matthew exclaimed.  “What was that?”

A look of uncertainty crossed Cordelia’s face. James said, “It was a fairy tale, Math,” and Matthew nodded. His dark green eyes searched Cordelia’s face, as if looking for the key to a locked room he had only just discovered.

Cordelia looked uncertain. James couldn’t bear that. She’d been magnificent; she should know it. But he couldn’t say that, of course. It would only make her self-conscious.

“Well done, Cordelia,” James said instead; when he unfolded his arms; his wrist hurt and he wondered if he’d been clenching his hands.

Cordelia. He hadn’t called her Daisy, and she looked a little surprised. It seemed inappropriate, somehow. Daisy was Lucie’s friend, the Merry Thieves’ compatriot; he found it a smaller name than she deserved. Cordelia, though—she had been a queen, hadn’t she? Queen Cordelia, daughter of Leir, ruler of Britain before the Romans had ever landed on those shores. Like Boadicea, a legendary warrior queen. A blazing white fire behind fathomless black eyes.

“Anna has disappeared with Hypatia,” James said, noting the empty settee, “so I would call your distraction a success.”

Cordelia’s lips twitched into a smile. “How long does a seduction usually last?”

“Depends if you do it properly,” Matthew said, with a wink. James felt it as a spark of relief, a bit of lightness amid the feeling that something heavy was sitting on his chest.

“Well, I hope for Hypatia’s sake Anna does it properly,” James said. He registered, with the reflexes of a parabatai, that Matthew had gone still next to him, and wondered what was wrong. “Yet for our sake, I hope she hurries it up.”

All hint of Matthew’s jocular tone from before was gone. “Both of you,” he said urgently. “Listen.”

Did he mean all the muttering about Shadowhunters? Was he only noticing it now? It had followed them since they came into the place. But when James followed Matthew’s gaze, he found Kellington staring with an expression of vexation, not at them but at the door. All questions were answered as through the door came Charles Fairchild, looking around him with a haughty expression. He looked like was about to raid the place; so much for whatever work Matthew and Anna had done for Downworlder-Shadowhunter relations here.

Matthew narrowed his eyes. “Charles,” he sighed. “By the Angel, what is he doing here?”

Charles was, James thought, probably looking for them. He was making his way through the crowd and gazing around him. Luckily for them, the crowd was not interested in letting him through, and he was moving very slowly.

“We should go,” James said. “But we can’t leave Anna.”

In one way, at least, Charles’s arrival was helpful; it threw a bucket of cold water on the roiling heat that had gripped James’s heart since Cordelia had begun her dance. Back to the matter at hand: a demon, a Pyxis, a plan.

“You two run and hide yourselves,” Matthew said, still keeping his eyes on his brother. “Charles will go off his head if he sees you here.”

“But what about you?” said Cordelia.

Matthew shrugged, but James could see the tension in his jaw and his shoulders. “He’s used to this kind of thing from me. I’ll deal with Charles.”

Not for the first time, James wished that his parabatai wasn’t in such a hurry to sacrifice his own reputation. He exchanged a long look with Matthew, but Matthew was sure, and determined, and his desire to rush into his own humiliation was an issue that would have to wait. Nodding, he turned and caught Cordelia’s hand with his own. “This way,” he said, and she nodded back in acknowledgement. As he pulled them into the crowd he heard Matthew’s voice calling, “Charles!” in a hearty tone of pleasant, if entirely false, welcome.

James didn’t know his way around the place, and the crowd made orientating himself even more difficult, but after some trial and error he and Cordelia managed to get behind Kellington and slip into a corridor leading away. This wasn’t safe in itself, since from the main chamber one would have a clear view down the entire corridor. In fact, they were temporarily more exposed than before, and James’s hope for the hallway to take a quick turn or to contain large statuary to hide behind was quickly dashed. He continued to hold onto Cordelia’s hand, not that he needed to; she seemed to know her way better than he did.

Partway down the corridor, James caught sight of an open door — its silver plaque labeling it the entrance to THE WHISPERING ROOM. Swiftly he drew Cordelia inside, out of sight. He slammed the door behind them, causing a loud noise, but he thought it couldn’t possibly be heard over the crowd in the main chamber. Only then did he release Cordelia’s hand and take stock of their surroundings.

The room was dimly lit, but not cold: a scented fire burned in the grate, filling the space with the smell of sandalwood and roses. It was a study, he guessed, based on the gigantic walnut desk against the wall and the bookshelves opposite, but it was too richly decorated to be solely a place for studious contemplation. Phoenix feathers and dragon scales danced across the gilded wallpaper; there were no windows, but the walls were hung with patterned tapestries, the floor covered with a rug so thick James felt his boots sink into it as he moved further into the room.

Cordelia had leaned her back against the wall next to the door. Her eyes were closed and she was taking deep, full breaths, calming herself down. Cortana gleamed gold over her shoulder; the firelight gleamed a deeper gold on her skin, which seemed to take and hold its warmth. James curled his fingers in against his palm.

He wanted to touch her. He half-turned away, pretending to study the books on the wall. Any other time, he would have been fascinated by the titles. Now they seemed distant, neither immediate nor imporant. He could have sworn he heard his own heart hammering. He said, “Where did you learn to dance like that?” surprising himself with the roughness of his own voice.

His gaze snapped back to Cordelia as she opened her eyes and gave a little shrug. There was something magical about the dress she wore: it followed the shape of her own body rather than the shape of corsetry or whalebone petticoats. It slid softly against her skin as she moved, just as her dark red hair tickled the bare skin of her throat, her shoulders. “I had a dance instructor in Paris. My mother believed that learning to dance aided in learning grace in battle.”

The word grace pierced James like an icicle. He could not quite picture Grace at the moment, it was true; could not quite envision her face. He had given Grace his heart — that was an immutable fact, something he knew as he knew that two plus two equaled four. But he had to admit that at the moment his heart did not feel given. It felt like a thrumming machine inside his chest, pumping blood and heat.

“That dance,” Cordelia added with a quirk of her soft mouth that struck James like a blow to the stomach, “was forbidden to be taught to unmarried ladies. But my dance instructor did not care.”

“Well,” James said, keeping his voice steady with practiced control, “thank the Angel you were there. Matthew and I could certainly not have pulled off that dance on our own.”

Cordelia turned away from him, the smile still on her face, as though she were keeping it secret from him. She trailed her hand along the top of Hypatia’s desk. At one end was a stack of papers held down by a large copper bowl of fruit, and she brought her hand up to trace its rim.

James may have been distracted beyond the capacity for distraction he’d known before, but he was still a Shadowhunter. “Be careful,” he said warningly. “I suspect that is faerie fruit. It has no effect on warlocks—no magical effect, at least. But on humans…”

Cordelia pulled her hand back as though stung. “Surely it does not harm you if you do not eat it.”

“Oh, it does not. But I have met those who have tasted it. The say the more you have of it, the more you want, and the more you ache when you can…have no more.”

Cordelia was looking at him now, and though it took a great summoning of courage, he returned her gaze. In her dark eyes the silver and blue flames of the fireplace danced. James could not catch his breath. He had never felt this before, this breathlessness. It was like pain, but with a sweet, sharp edge. Like licking honey from a knife. He said, in a low voice, “And yet. I have always thought…is not knowing what it tastes like just another form of torture? The torture of wondering?”

The door shook on his hinges suddenly, making a clatter that made both he and Cordelia jerk their heads around to look at it. The knob was starting to turn.

Cordelia paled. “We’re not meant to be in here —“

James’s world closed down to just this: Cordelia was here, she was with him, and she looked frightened. He would do anything to stop that look on her face. He caught her in his arms, and the relief was incredible — he had not realized how much he wanted to be touching her until he was. Until he was holding her, and her strength and warmth and softness were all pressed against him, and her face was so beautiful it hurt, and her lips were parted in surprise and without another thought he kissed them.

He could feel her sharp intake of breath with his hands, clasped together at her lower back. She gasped, but did not draw back, or away — he thought he would have died if she had — she leaned into him, her full lips opening under his. She was kissing him back. He tasted honey, smelled jasmine and smoke. His hand slid up her warm cheek and into the soft fall of her hair.

Time stopped.

Cordelia’s arms were around his neck. Her lush mouth opened a little against his, and the kiss deepened. He moved his hand to the back of her neck to bring her closer. Her teeth grazed his lower lip, and he couldn’t help it; he moaned, and felt her tremble against him.

Very far away, a voice chuckled and the door closed with a soft click. This whole thing had been intended as a ruse, he knew, for the benefit of whomever was trying to get into the Whispering Room. Probably some Ruelle attendees, Downworlders most likely, who had snuck off for a rendez-vous.

Ruse accomplished, then. With intense regret, James drew back from Cordelia. Her hand, warm and soft and wonderful, was against his neck; her fingers stroked his pale white scar. Her eyes were fixed at the level of his shoulder. He could hear himself say her name — Daisy, my Daisy — instead of responding, she whispered, “I think more people are coming.”

He knew it wasn’t true. He didn’t care. He knew what she was saying: that she was asking and giving permission at once. All James’ life, he had struggled for control: control over his sudden falls into shadow, control over the dark world he could see, that was invisible to everyone else. He had worked and fought and trained for control every day, and for the first time in as long as he could remember it deserted him.

The walls he had put up burned to the ground in an instant as he caught Cordelia to him. He groaned against her mouth, his hands slipping over the silk of her dress, the hot satin of her skin. He undid the strap that held Cortana, got rid of it somehow — carefully, he hoped — and let himself fall back into delirium.

He did not ask himself why he had never felt desire like this before. He could not. He was lost in the feel of her, the incline of her waist, the flare of her hips, the rise and fall of her chest as she gasped. They were kissing wildly, uncontrolled; they fetched up against the desk, Cordelia’s back to it.

Her body bent backward in an impossible arch, her hands going behind her to brace herself. Her eyes half-closed, her head fell back, revealing the bare column of her throat. He pressed his lips there, eliciting a gasp of surprised pleasure.

His hands trailed up the sleek material of her dress — he could feel the heat of her skin through it — from her waist to the neckline of her gown. His palms followed her curves until the tips of his fingers were pressing into the bare bronze skin just above the neckline of her dress. She was sleek and soft and hot all at the same time, like nothing else he’d ever touched. He heard her whimper; she was saying his name, and his heart beat in time with her words: James, James, Jamie please.

The please undid him; shrugging off his frock coat, he caught hold of her around the waist, lifting her until she was perched on the edge of the desk. The material of her dress bunched around her knees, her thighs, as she took hold of his shirt by the starched front and kissed him. His mouth drove against hers, hot and demanding, even as he clambered onto the desk after her. She reached up her arms for him and he sank down on top of her, bracing his weight with a hand above her head.

He paused, just for a moment, looking down at her. Her scarlet hair fanned out across the desk, her eyes glazed, her full lips red from kissing. He was cradled by her body, her legs on either side of his hips, her skirt rucked up nearly to her waist. She wrapped her long, bare legs around him and he shuddered. What was in him, what he wanted, was inchoate but insistant, a force he’d never known. A yearning like hot wires in his blood, the pain-pleasurable ache of unbearable wanting that drove him to kiss her again, kiss her harder. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling at it as he kissed her breasts, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin until she gave a low scream and clutched at him with desperate hands.

He sank down against her and kissed her, hot and deep and hard. She arched into the kiss, her breath coming in gasps. He felt her through the thinner material of his shirt: the heat of her, the swell of her breasts against his chest, her hands smoothing over his chest, his sides.

His hands aching to touch her in kind, to find out what she liked, what made her gasp, and do it again and again . . . Nothing had ever felt like this, nothing. He’d known desire before; so he remembered, so he had believed. It turned out he had stepped into a puddle and thought it was the sea. As Cordelia moved in his arms, as her lips, he realized there was a depth to desire he hadn’t even guessed at: that it was more than just desperation, but joy and need and wanting and being wanted back. It was a fever dream, his hands sliding up under the heavy satin of her skirts, the salt-sweet taste of her skin, the soft sounds of her pleasure as she urged him closer, urged him onward, the desk seeming to spin beneath them.

He heard, as if at a great distance, the sound of the door opening. He lifted his head, saw the slim fair-hared figure in the doorway. Ice washed through his veins. Cordelia stiffened, began to scramble to sit up. No, he thought, but he couldn’t stop her, couldn’t blame her. It — whatever it had been — was over.

He slid off the desk. Already the fever was vanishing, that feeling —the glorious freedom from the burden of his own will — receding. Grasping at his control, he drew it around himself,  reaching for his coat, turning to calmly meet the gaze of his parabatai.

“James?” Matthew said.

[youn9racha]

This Is What I Want

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: perv roommate!Changbin x inexperienced!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: just like the pairing suggests; Changbin’s a pervert (and a dom), afab reader is inexperenced and sub, characters are all above 21, slight (hella) corruption kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), slight choking.

Extra notes: this was supposed to be Seungmin, but i thought Chanbin was much fitting. also you didn’t mention the gender, so i made it gn but afab. i hope its not an issue, but if it is, let me know, and i’ll re-do it. otherwise i hope you enjoy it :)

Inspired by: this

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin did not intend to have those feelings towards you. He did not ask to have those disgusting sinful thoughts about you. He loved and care about you too much, he never would have thought to see himself thinking about you in that way. I mean he can’t deny that he did have a tiny crush on you, but this was more than a crush. It was an obsession, and the fact you both live together is the cherry on top to his messy sundae.

It has not always been like this though, if anything Changbin never saw you as anything but his friend before this. He respected, and still does, your boundaries, he would never allow you to feel uncomfortable and gave you the privacy you deserve. But the longer you guys lived together, the more you both got to know each other, the more Changbin’s thoughts start to get more wild than usual, and you being apart of these said thoughts just added gasoline into the fire.

It all started when you mentioned how you’ve never went beyond hugging when you both started talking about romantic relationships. Changbin looked at you with awe, as discovering that someone as beautiful as yourself never felt a pair of lips being put on you just goes beyond him. You further explained about your strict household and how you would really put your work over relationships being the main cause of your untouched state. And when told that, something in Changbin changed. He thought of how obedient and pure you were and how no one could have ever touched your skin in that way. His face turned red, mentally hitting himself for thinking about you like that.

And it didn’t stop there, every single thing you did, whether its intentional or not—more likely not—Changbin does not fail to get flustered and pop a boner. You walking around wearing dolphin shorts that showcases your thighs and a little bit of your ass handing? Flushed face. You moaning in pain after you stub your toe on a chair? Oop, here’s another boner. Your head being pulled back while laughing out of instinct at one Changbin’s funny stories? Gotta go, I need to go get my phone from the bathroom. You wearing skirts? Wearing dresses? Your underwear showing every time you bend down? Talking? Breathing? Changbin has reached boner city. All in all, Changbin has certain thoughts that he’s not proud of but cannot help.

Whats worse is that sometimes you miss the signs of his struggle. You aren’t by any means naive, but you did sort of have this innocence look and act to you that many, especially your roommate, can see. Most often than not, you’d assume Changbin’s blushes because he felt shy. Sure, he is used to you being around so you don’t really get why he is flustered all the time, but you just brushed it off thinking that he’s still not adapted to the fact that he’s living with someone who isn’t close to him. And like mentione before, Changbin really respected you and your privacy, and is often protective of you.

He does at times gets over possessive, but again you didn’t really thought that much through and assumed he only just wanted to prevent you from getting harmed.

But as the time passed, Changbin is normally the one who’s always acting really weird, but this time you have followed pursuit. It wasn’t anything drastic or anything, but you sense something odd with him and yourself. You weren’t uncomfortable with him or anything, but you have developed a different feeling as well. A heated feeling coming up out of you, and its always happens when you think of Changbin in the slightest.

The thing is, Changbin noticed your erratic behavior. He saw how you were trying to distance yourself from him. It sort of hurts him, but he assumes that you knew about his weird obsession with you, which puts him into a guilt ridden grimace. However that devastation changed, when he one time looked through the cracks of your door, seeing you laid out on the bed, legs splayed up into the headboard, and the back of your head facing the door. He examined at what you were doing and he looked at you in shock.

You were scrolling away on your phone up until you saw a picture of Changbin, one hand holding his camera, covering half of his pretty face, and the other holding his belt. You were entranced with the picture and the more you looked at it, the more your legs that were crossed keeps getting tighter. You were trying your best to ignore the hot sensation between your legs. You didn’t see him, but he saw the way you react and he knew exactly what you were going through.

When he saw you putting away your phone and huffing, he couldn’t help but feel aroused by simply looking at your crossd legs up in the headboard as you were struggling to ignore your state. He wanted to walk in and touch you right there, relieving you of your state. Changbin unnoticeably chuckled, which alarmed you and causing you to get up and see the door. There he was standing at the open door with his face suddenly turning red, “Oh, I’m sorry, I-I just figured you were tired or something,” He was a stuttering mess after getting caught in the act. Sure, he did just sneak looked at you, but its not like he did anything to suggest anything creepy—at least not to your knowledge.

You just looked away from him and looked down as you wrapped your arms around your pillow that was situated between your legs. “Oh, how I wish to be that pillow right now,” Changbin thought to himself, while facepalming himself knowing whats going to happen in his nether region. Thank god for baggy pants.

”I’m fine,” you said, figeting with your nails in nervousness, still covering up the fact you were aroused. Changbin nodded and whispered an ‘okay’ before leaving until..

”Binnie, wait..”

Changbin stopped his tracks before turning to you. “What’s up?” is what he said coming from his mouth, but in his brain it’s a “not Binnie! what are you doing to me?! you’re killing me right now!”

”Can you help me with something?” You said nervousl before biting your bottom lip, legs slightly shaking, and opposite fingers playing against each other. Changbin was losing it, but he’s good at keeping himself together, the last thing he would want to do is get a restraining order on him by you. He can’t bear being away from you for that long, he needs you.

“Sure thing, what is it?” Changbin got closer to you, he sat next you in the bed, facing you, as you didn’t move an inch. You were hesitant to say it, and after figuring out the right words, you looked up at him and said, “kiss me.”

Changbin looked at you confused, unsure if he heard you correctly, “I’m sorry what?”

“I never had a kiss, and I want to know how it feels like, and you were the only person I feel like I can rely on,” you confessed, moving your pillow away. You crawled closer to the red faced man, looking at him with pure innocent eyes, “besides, I think you’re the best fit.”

You leaned closer at the frozen man. He could not believe that this is real, he could not believe that you are here with your innocent self asking to be kissed by him. Changbin could’ve easily came in his pants, if it weren’t for his quote-on-quote ‘professionalism.’ After being hit back by reality, Changbin closed the small gap and began giving you a chaste, gentle kiss. He wanted more, but knowing how untouched and pure you were, he decided to take it easy. Your kiss was short, but it seemed long to the both. You both smiled at each other, but your smile changed when you clenched your legs and squeezed them together, looking away from him in embarrassment. ‘You cannot fuck this up!’ you thought yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?“ he knows exactly whats wrong, but again just playing up to not freak you out. You shook your head, “nothing,” you lied straight through your teeth and Changbin wasn’t having it. “Tell me, I promise I won’t tell anyone.“ When you faced him, he sees your flushed face, eyes were sparkling with innocence, “promise you won’t judge,”

”I won’t, doll.”

”I feel weird,” sighing, getting closed to Changbin again. He smirked at your closeness and decided to rub his hand on your supple thigh, making you feel worse and him better. Your breath shook with the feeling of his hand getting dangerously close to your core, unbeknownst to you that he knows what he is doing. “Go on..”

Your chest was rising as you looked down at where his hand is located, his fingers were twirling around the knot string in your shorts, “I’m waiting,” Changbin lowered his head at my level, to make me look at him instead of his hand. He was making you feel at edge, wanting to hear more from you, even though you were too shy from doing so.

You held his hand that was playing with the string, “I feel weird here,” you bit your lips, as you guided his hand where you wanted it to be at. You raised your hips slightly and put his hand where you heat is at, his middle and ring finger were located where the slit is at. One of his eyebrows rose up as his half smile started to be very prominent. There was a shift in Changbin, this wasn’t the shy boy who get flustered easily, this was someone different. You were intimidated but you didn’t hate it. His eyes were blown out and it made you feel even weaker in your knees, but again you weren’t complaining. You just want him.

“Want me to take care of it?”

”Yes.”

”Do you trust me?”

”… Absolutely.”

~~~ Neither of you could have thought this was happening. Neither of you would have thouhht that you two would be in your bed, naked with him being on top of you while you’re splayed out on the bed, and about to embark in the biggest thing you’ve ever done. You weren’t by any means saving, like mentioned, you just would have never thought it would be like this, especially not with your roommate. But you weren’t complaining, you trusted Changbin with all your heart, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you. Unbeknownst to you, however, Changbin was fulfilling his dream of bending you over, marking and fucking you with all his might.

At first, when he revealed himself to you, it took a bit to readjust you as his dick was big enough to cause an unpleasant feeling out of you. “I—Binnie—ugh” you were groaning, in both pain and pleasure, which made Changbin get into a frenzy. He wanted to go all out at this moment, he wanted to shove all of him in you, he wanted to see your face twist in whatever feeling, he wanted you to scream out his name to the point where the whole neighborhood knows his name and knows who makes you feel good, he wants all of this, and he’s getting it in what way possible.

After you adjusted to the stretch, Changbin began moving sporadically. He started off deep and slow so you can get used to his movements, which makes you shyly moan with every slight movement Changbin was doing. “Nah, babe, I need to hear you, give me all you got,” Changbin spoke, followed with a rough and harsh push into you, which resulted in you moaning louder. He smirked after hearing you yell out, and he wanted more.

His movements began being rougher and faster, and with every thrusts comes in a loud whine coming from you. “You—ugh! don’t underst-stand how—uh!” Changbin groans as his hips keeps gravitated towards your center, “much I wanted this..”

You couldn’t even respond to his claims due to your mind being clouded with pleasure, so all you could really do is whine and moan. “Fuck! you fit me so well, doll, I could use you all day and all night,” he darkly chuckled as his thrusts was getting even rougher.

You felt the bottom of your stomach started to erupt, and due to your lack of response, Changbin can only figure out what was going on with you based on your moans and the way you’re lifting your head up, “wow, I’ve fucked you dumb that you can’t speak, huh? Are you gonna cum?” He held your chin to pull your head so you can look at him, however your eyes were shut.

He stopped thrusting, “open your eyes, or I won‘t let you finish,” this is what he wanted, he keeps getting it, the last straw was you getting fucked out so good taht you do anything to listen to him. You opened your eyes and Changbin is just admiring the way your face looks, You were at this point tearing up and clenching around him due to his lack of movement, which made him hiss, “you’re a good baby,” he smirked as he carried on with his movements again, this time more sloppy.

The fiery sensation was starting to appear again, and this time with you looking at Changbin’s state with his hand on your neck, just to make sure you were still looking at him. Your yelps were getting louder, “Ch-Changbin, what is—Ah!” and right there, you felt like a volcano was getting erupted in your stomach, and it felt really pleasant. Changbin‘s thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier and when he saw you finally climaxing, he let go of his hand out of your neck, pulled out, and began spurting his cum all over your stomach.

You both began panting as you both have just gotten off your ride of pleasure, with Changbin laying beside you. Chests going up and down as both of your audible inhale and exhale along with the smell of the afterma was filled up in the room.

Coming back to his senses, Changbin looked at you and down to your cum covered stomach. You looked like a goddess and he was willing to go again. He messaged the areas that had handprints in your hips, and looked at your face, “how are you feeling now?”

You opened up your eyes and chuckled, ”amazing,” smiling at him, “lets do it again!” you said excitedly and getting up like as if you didn’t have the most intense orgasm in your life.

Changbin looked at you in shock, he’s obviously not saying no, but he was not expecting your response to be that.

He really had corrupted your innocent self... And he love it.

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Warnings: Ooc Idia, Fem reader, Cringy confession.

Request: Yes.

Words: 590

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"I- I really like you."

The words came out of your mouth, all in one big rushed blurt to the blue haired male in front of you. Both of your cheeks burned a bright red, and you'd noticed his hair growing a bit red as well.

"I-I'm sorry- This was... supposed to be easier for me- I wasn't supposed to mess up-"

You panicked, swallowing hard. You were shy, that's how both you and Idia got along so well. Sure, it was awkward the first few times you'd try to hold a conversation which eachother, but when you'd both discovered you liked a certain Genre of Video Game, you linked like a puzzle piece.

You cleared your throat, patting your reddening cheeks to calm down- a habit you'd had for most of your life, before looking up at your first long term crush.

"Idia."

"[N-Name].."

He knew what was about to come, after all he said he'd give you another chance, since you messed up the confession the first time apparently.

You swallowed hard, and you blinked in surprise when his hand slipped into yours, meeting eyes with him, Idia looked away, more blush forming on his pale face.

"Don't think anything of it... it's.. It's just to help you um- with you're thing. Yeah.."

The smile that bloomed on your face had his heart spiking, heat rushing to his cheeks. You looked so happy, simply at the fact he was holding your hand. Watching you turn, Idia felt your other hand slip into his.

"Idia."

"[Name.]"

"I've loved you since I met you. I've seen flowers and thought he'd like this, I've listened to music and thought he'd love this. And I've played games I knew you'd love. Every thought that runs through my body leads back to you, Idia. And everytime I'm alone I think about how warm every night we spent together having fun and doing dumb stuff made me feel. And I want that everyday. I want you everyday."

Idia's mouth fell open, agape from shock. He pointed at himself, like an idiot. A cute idiot.

"Me?"

"You. I want all of you."

"A-Ah.. I see. Heh- You can have me."

He said with a smile, that slowly spread into a grin, showing off his sharp teeth. You knew that grin from anywhere, he was getting snarky.

"Now I can tell those dumb twerps to back off."

"Uh... dumb twerps?"

"Those Heartslabyul boys that think they're all that and more."

"Ace and Deuce? Idia- we... We're just friends."

You stifled a cute little laugh, and shook your head almost in disbelief.

"Uh-uh. You don't understand the way most of the school looks at you. You're the only girl at our prestigious little school. The amount of attention you get is insane."

"Huh, I never noticed that.."

You muttered, blinking in surprise.

"Hey, do you want to go to your dorm and maybe.. Watch Pumpkin Hollow?"

"Pumpkin Hollow?"

".. Th-That is the Halloween movie you're a big fan of, right?"

You inwardly panicked you'd gotten it wrong, swallowing thickly. How embarrassing of you-

"No, that's the one. Hehe.. A peaceful village enveloped in mist.. Disturbed by a series of mysterious incidents."

He went on and on about the movie, arm hooking around your waist and walking back to the dorm he barely left with you. Though, you wouldn't want to have it any other way. Life was perfect with Idia.

[sluttywonwoo]

something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

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Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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[eddies-freak]

5 Times You Wanted to Kiss Eddie Munson and the Time You Did - eddie munson x gn!reader

Summary: You've been assigned to take candids for the yearbook staff, but end up taking a suspicious amount of photos of Eddie Munson, your long-time crush. Will he discover your feelings?

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Food, Swearing, Fluffy fluffy!!

A/N: This idea comes from the lovely @eddieonfilm, and the pictures are also theirs! I usually only write for fem! reader, this is my first gn! reader so please let me know if there's any bits I missed :)

“So you’re good with everything?” Nancy asked. “Any questions?”

“Nope, thanks Nance,” you said, taking the camera from her hands. 

“Remember, be careful with that. You break it, you buy it. That’s school property.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Nance, I heard you the first 20 times you said it.”

“Okay then, off you go. Better start now than later and get behind!” 

You had volunteered to be on the yearbook staff that year, assigned to take fifty candids to be inserted throughout. Nancy was head of the staff, of course, being who she was, but she was also your best friend. That meant she could bend the rules a little bit and give you the assignment you wanted, taking candids. You didn’t like posed pictures, as they didn’t capture people’s beauty properly. Internal beauty, at least. A posed picture of someone smiling makes you think, Wow, what a beautiful smile they have. A picture taken of someone who’s laughing at a joke, unaware that the picture is being taken makes you think, Wow, they look so happy. Their happiness makes them even more beautiful.

Thankfully, no one really ever wanted to take the candids assignment, as it meant carrying the school’s camera around with you all day, which took some freedom. You, however, felt a special bond to cameras. You had several at home, a self-taught photographer. Your photos would certainly be the most interesting in the yearbook, you’d make sure of it. It seemed Nancy’s academic drive had been wearing off on you.

You also had a huge crush on Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club, the school’s D&D club. He was also the town freak, but you didn’t care. He was interesting. He looked interesting, from the get-go. But it wasn’t until you began to get to know him that you discovered just how interesting he was on the inside. You had become good friends after you’d joined the Hellfire Club and he’d started teaching you D&D. But sometimes, you just really wanted to kiss him. 

The First Time-

You’d been hanging out at Eddie’s trailer for one of Eddie’s D&D lessons, when he said “Shit- uh.. hang on, I’ll be right back, I need to find the D20.”

You’d waited patiently for him to return, but it had taken much longer than you’d expected. You sat, looking at the scattered notes and game pieces littered in front of you, smelling the lavender air freshener he’d sprayed when you came in in an attempt to hide the stink of two men living together, listening to him rustle for the die in his room. 

Finally, he emerged, triumphantly holding the die in his hand. “Got it!” he said, smile on his face. You quickly held your camera up to your face and snapped a picture. “Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-” Eddie said, holding his hand out in front of his face to cover the camera lens. “No paparazzi, please!” You lowered the camera, giggling at his joke. 

“What was that for?” He asked more seriously now. 

“You know I’m supposed to be taking candids,” you replied, blushing.

“Yeah, sure, but why that moment?”

“I dunno…” you said honestly, “...sometimes I just feel this pull, like a magnet, to the camera. Whenever that happens I let my instinct take control and snap a picture. That’s what I felt just then.”

“Oh…So what got you into photography?” Eddie asked, genuine interest on his face. That was the first time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson. 

The Second Time-

Eddie had been taking you to a spot in the woods he’d wanted to show you during lunch, when a picnic table began to take form in front of you. “Told you there’s a place we can eat in here,” Eddie said, turning his smiling face around to look at you, and winking. 

“Alright, alright, I admit it, you were right,” you said, trying to hide your blush. 

He crouched down and picked up a rock, only to put it back down, but stayed crouched on the ground, looking up at the sky. “I mean, look how beautiful it is in here,” he said, genuinely looking like he was in awe. You grabbed your camera and snapped a picture. 

“Magnet?” he asked. 

“Yep.” 

Sitting down at the picnic table, you’d sat down and realized, “Oh, shit.” 

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting too and taking a bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

“I left my lunch at home,” you said, not believing you could’ve made such a mistake. Without hesitation, Eddie tore his sandwich in half, dug around in his metal lunchbox and pulled out a bag of cheetos, and gave you the two. 

“Take it,” he said sincerely. 

“No, Eddie, that’s your lunch, I couldn’t-”

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. You need to eat, take it,” he said, now smiling. That had been the second time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson. 

The Third Time-

You’d been at Hellfire for your first game. Eddie was DMing, as per usual, and Gareth, Jeff, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas surrounded you at the table. Eddie had put a particularly difficult obstacle to defeat in the way of you and your fellow players, and he was laughing as you bickered, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. You took your camera and snapped a picture. 

“Jesus, Y/N, what was that for?” Dustin asked, rubbing his eyes. 

“Did you just take a picture of Eddie?” Mike asked. 

“It’s this like… magnet thing. Don’t worry about it,” Eddie explained, turning to look at you with an I get it face.

That was the third time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson. 

The Fourth Time-

You were sitting at the lunch table with Eddie and Gareth and Jeff, and Eddie was reading from the Newsweek magazine in a narrative voice. “Dungeons and Dragons… At first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodamy, suicide, and even… murder.” 

You discussed for a while, and when Mike and Dustin finally showed up, and Eddie was mid-rant. “...and if I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage… look Principal Higgins dead in the eye… I’m gonna flip him the bird…” 

You interrupted to snap a picture of Eddie holding up the middle finger, him not even flinching or giving you a questioning look. 

“I’m gonna snatch that diploma and run like hell out of here!” he paused, leaving you all to giggle. “It’s my year, I can feel it. ‘86, baby!” he turned to look at you with a smile. That was the fourth time you’d wanted to kiss Eddie Munson. 

The Fifth Time-

You’d been hanging out at Eddie’s trailer again, helping him with his homework and working on your own. Eddie was getting restless, even though he only had one thing left to do, his math homework. 

“Can we just go out for milkshakes? Please?” he turned to look at you with a pout. You snapped a picture, earning yourself a wink from him. “I promise I’ll be a good boy and finish after we get back.”

You sighed. Even though you would never admit it, you needed a break, too, and milkshakes sounded good. “Fine, but this one’s on you- I got the last impromptu study snack.” 

“Of course, sweetheart, a promise is a promise.”

You loaded into Eddie’s van, trying to sneak the English book you’d been working on analyzing in with you, but Eddie caught you, making you give the book to him and marching it back inside. You went to the ice cream place and Eddie ordered a chocolate milkshake, turning to you with a quizzical look, obviously asking what you wanted. 

“Um… I’ll have a strawberry, please.”

You sat down at a table inside the restaurant, your milkshakes eventually being delivered to your table. You and Eddie were talking about random things: Hellfire, homework, your favorite bands, et cetera, until he asked you, “Can I try yours?” You nodded shyly and handed him your glass, him giving you his without you even having to ask. 

That was the fifth time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson. 

The Sixth Time-

You and Eddie were at a stupid pep rally, where stupid Jason and his stupid basketball team (excluding Lucas, who despite his poor choices you still loved) were hyping up the crowd and giving dumb speeches. You were sitting with Eddie on the bleachers in the gym, when he bumped your arm with his hand and whispered, “Wanna get out of here?” You nodded, grateful he’d noticed how bored you were. He took your arm and led you out of the gym, taking you outside where you roamed the empty hallways. 

“So,” he said, and you snapped a picture. He chuckled. “That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about. You’re always taking pictures of me, and I-” he blew out a large breath. “I never see you taking pictures of anything else. So I guess I’m trying to ask, uh,” he chuckled again, this time more nervously. “Why do you take so many pictures of me?” You both blushed this time. 

“You’re pretty,” you mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. Eddie took a couple steps closer to you. 

“I couldn’t hear you,” he said, confusion plastered on his face. 

“You’re pretty!” you blurted out, and immediately clapped your hand over your mouth. Eddie blushed, and before you even had the chance to register it, your brain said Fuck it, and your mouths collided. Eddie didn’t pull away, but instead deepened the kiss, your mouths moving to some unheard rhythm. He pulled away, gasping for air as he cupped your cheeks with his hands. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” you said, your foreheads touching each other’s. 

“How long you’ve been wanting to do that? What about how long I’ve been wanting to do that? I was just too cowardly to…” his voice trailed off, and he pecked you on the lips again. “I-I love you, y/n,” he said, blushing profusely. 

“I love you too, Eddie Munson.”

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[babyboibucky]

Slut Fest Day 5 - Noncon

Pairing: TWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k yeah this is a full oneshot lmao

Warnings: Dark!Bucky obviously, fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, implied suicidal thoughts, use of a knife, mentions of wound and blood

A/N: This is the first time I wrote a full noncon fic so feedback is very much welcome!!! This will have a second part which is tomorrow’s prompt, Breeding

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Your vision was hazy when you first opened your eyes, the splitting headache and body pain that came along with it almost made you think that you were merely having a hangover.

Almost.

Flashes of the previous night flooded your brain, you could only recall bits and pieces of what went down. You were at a club with your friends, lots of shots and dancing; there was a man in a black shirt that danced with you. He was ruggedly handsome and well-built with dark hair and a rough voice.

You searched your memories for a name...was it Brian? No, it was far from that. Brock? Yeah, you were confident that his name was Brock.

He danced with you that night and you were sure that he had asked whether you wanted to go somewhere private. And that’s where everything had gone to black.

Blinking helped you with your vision and now you can clearly see that you weren’t in your room. Looking around, you realized that you were in a cell. It was dark and damp, with only a single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above.

The pain in your shoulder and arms made you want to stretch but to no avail because it was only now that you discovered that your wrists were restrained and tied above your head. You were almost standing on your tiptoes with how high you were tied up, explaining the cause of your body ache.

“No, no...is someone out there?!” you screamed in panic as your mind finally understood what was going on.

“Please? Help me!” you yelled, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you tugged at your wrist.

The echo of your voice was the only response you received. Up until you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. Your lips trembled in fear as you waited for someone to emerge from the dark.

And there he was, the man from last night, Brock. But he wasn’t alone.

In front of Brock was a man who was way taller and bigger than him— long brunette locks covered his face and if that wasn’t enough to keep his identity hidden, he had to be wearing a black mask as well.

It wasn’t just his large built and mysterious look that piqued your interest, it was his left arm. It was made out of what seemed to be metal; there was a red star painted on the shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want to keep the Soldat waiting.” Brock said as he pushed the man inside the cell.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?!” you spat at Brock as you watched him close the cell door before locking it once more.

Brock merely smirked, “You were at the right place at the wrong time, baby. Needed to reward our asset with a little something, thought you looked like the perfect present.” he chuckled darkly.

“Soldat, she’s all yours.”

Those words made your bile rise up to your throat and the presence of the metal-armed man didn’t help you with your fear. You threw up all of a sudden, coughing as your tears began to fall endlessly.

“Please...please don’t.” it was all you could utter as you shook your head.

The sound of the Soldat’s heavy boots crushing the ground made your heart beat twice as fast. You probably looked pathetic, tugging at your wrists despite knowing that it was futile. The closer the Soldat was, the more you moved and thus, the weaker you got.

“Whoever you are, please...just help me out.” you pleaded.

The Soldat stopped when he was a feet away from you and suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were the bluest you’d seen and despite his intimidating appearance, they held a certain softness in them.

“I don’t know who you are but I know you don’t want to do this.” you softly said, hoping that he’d change his mind.

Your body jolted in shock when Soldat spoke, his voice was low and gravelly— hoarse even, like he hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“Такой красивый подарок.”

Such a pretty gift.

He lifted his metal hand and you flinched, afraid that he was going to hurt you. But he merely took your chin and wiped your bottom lip clean. Soldat was so close that you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask.

“Стоит ли мне развернуть подарок сейчас?”

Should I unwrap my present now?

“I...I don’t understand you.” you croaked out.

The way his blue eyes turned dark in a split second brought your fear back. Just like that, the softness he had turned into something so perverse, it sent shivers down your spine. You were about to say something when the Soldat gripped the neckline of your dress with his metal hand, tearing it open effortlessly leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and underwear.

You screamed and tried to kick him but he was so much stronger than you. He didn’t even budge when your feet landed on his thigh. If any, your defiance triggered him and only placed you in a much more dangerous situation.

“I beg you, please…don’t do this.” you cried and cried.

A squeal escaped your lips when Soldat grabbed your face in his flesh hand, squeezing your cheeks as his eyes roamed around your face, taking in all of your features. His thumb grazed your mouth, tugging your bottom lip down before he spoke again, but this time, in a language you finally understood.

“Suck.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you shook your head but when you felt his hand tighten around your face, you were left with no choice but to obey. Letting out a shaky breath, you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.

Soldat hummed before you felt his thumb press down on your tongue. He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth before letting go of your face and taking a small step back away from you.

You hoped he had a change of heart. He didn’t.

You let out a gasp when you saw him take out a knife from one of his holsters, skillfully flipping it before bringing it close to your face. You’d never known fear like this before, it was extremely horrifying.

It felt like you were face to face with the god of death himself.

“Don’t kill me, please! Please let me go, please...I’m not going to say anything to the police, I swear. I’ll stay quiet, I promise.” you sobbed.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears; the Soldat wiped away your tears before he dragged the tip of his knife from your neck down to the strap of your bra, slicing it before moving onto the next, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you bare for him.

There was nothing else you could do to escape and yet you tugged and tugged at your wrists, ignoring the stinging pain from how the restraints were now digging onto your skin. Your wails were unheard and the more you screamed for help, the more helpless you felt.

The Soldat moved to slice the sides of your underwear before tearing them off of you, throwing the fabric behind him. He took a step back, as if admiring his present before him and he loved it.

He loved seeing you like that, vulnerable and helpless. All for him to use, to take and to ruin.

A cold hand ran up from your hip to your ribs, the coolness of the metal making your entire body shiver. A soft sob echoed in the cell when the Soldat cupped your breast before his fingers pinched a nipple, making you cry out.

Your body was responding to his touches despite your protests and it was making you frustrated. You didn’t want this and yet your body craved for more, needed more from him.

The Soldat’s hand traveled to do the same to your other breast before sliding down to your abdomen, making you hiss at the cold sensation. His eyes met yours the same time he cupped your mound.

Your body jumped up as you cried, feeling his fingers rub at your cunt. You begged him to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to continue. Everything was a blur to you now; your pussy began to weep for the same man you wanted to run away from.

Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to make a sound. Warmth crept up to your face when your hips began to move on their own, grinding against the Soldat’s hand as he continued to rub your folds at a slow, steady pace.

You felt ashamed. You weren’t supposed to feel good and yet you did.

The Soldat seemed to have noticed that you were holding back because he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time he slid his middle finger in. The intrusion was enough to make you whimper, something that urged Soldat to keep going.

“N-no…” you whined.

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt in a quicker pace until you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried and refused to look at him in the face so you rested your forehead against your arm.

Your body was giving up from how you were restrained, your arms were starting to feel numb and your legs were trembling both from pleasure and from trying to support your entire weight on your toes.

“S-soldat…” you unintentionally called out his name when he added another finger in.

It stirred something darker within the man, something primal and feral that made you want to just die right then and there. Perhaps it was better for him to kill you.

He continued to finger your cunt while rubbing your clit in circles, faster and faster until you were crying out both from shame and from your release. Wetness gushed out of your pussy, soaking his metal hand. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and stuck it into your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“Я хочу попробовать тебя в следующий раз.”

I want to taste you next time.

The Soldat was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth, only to move them towards the zipper of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him take his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before he stood close to you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want this, please. Soldat, please…”

“Продолжай умолять, милая девушка.”

Keep begging, pretty girl.

In one swift motion, the Soldat hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist before sliding his cock into your pussy. You gasped out loud at the sudden stretch, your brows furrowing into your forehead at the stinging pain. The Soldat was relentless and didn’t give you time to adjust.

He kept on taking and taking and taking until nothing was left from you.

His cock was huge, it filled you up like never before. It stretched you out to the point of pain, making you sob out loud. Your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, you were giving it your all not to moan but one particular thrust rendered your efforts a failure.

You moaned out loud when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making your body tremble from the pleasure that shot through your veins. Your toes curled and your hands balled into fists when the Soldat kept on hitting that particular spot.

He started groaning and cursing in the same language he had been speaking. His hands on your hips were tight as he brought your body down on his cock each time he thrusted into you. Your restraints kept on jangling above you, as if they were mocking you and the way your body was reacting to the Soldat.

The Soldat sped up his thrusts, fucking you harder and deeper until you were gasping for air. His cock was punching the air out of you and with the heat building up in your abdomen, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

Your entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat while your face was drenched with your tears. You threw your head back when the Soldat brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down on it.

Looking up at your wrists, you noticed how wounded they already were. Small droplets of blood began to drip from your wrists down to your arm. You closed your eyes and refused to watch the Soldat’s assault on your body.

“Please, stop…” you softly begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Soldat didn’t stop and only went faster until you were a sobbing mess. Your body shook when your orgasm hit you wave after wave. You ended up crying out his name as you finished, drenching his cock with your juices.

His grunts were becoming louder and his thrusts sloppier. You knew that he was close and you didn’t want him to finish inside of you. You tried to move your hips away but he was too strong and managed to hold you in place as he fucked you until his balls tightened.

Two more thrusts and he was done, groaning out loud as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up. Your whine turned into a full cry when you realized that you were done for.

Just like that, the Soldat pulled out of you and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Your body had given up and you allowed yourself to just hang limply, ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulders. At this rate, you were sure that your shoulders were already injured from having been restrained like that for hours.

Your cries died down into hiccups, you’d completely given up. The feeling of the Soldat’s release tainting your legs as it dripped out of your abused cunt was a clear indication that you’d lost everything.

The Soldat lifted your head up with his metal hand; he caressed your cheekbones gently as he finally removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

You were on the verge of passing out when he showed you his face, the last thing you saw before your vision turned  black.

The Soldat truly was the god of death.

[merakiui]

A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.

[hopip99]

A/N: So, this is my first ever fanfic that I’m writing because there are not enough Two Night Stand fanfics and Alec is adorable. I left it unedited, so I apologize for any grammatical/punctuation errors that might be in there.

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Summary: Three years after a rollercoaster of what was supposed to be a one night stand, Alec finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant.

WC: 1897

Warnings: Fainting, Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy, Financial Troubles

Part 2 Part 3

No Matter What, We’ll Be Okay

New York City was always active, but there was an unusual lull in the activity with the news of an imminent blizzard due to start in a few hours. Blizzards rarely overtook the city in the time that Y/N had lived there, but when they did there was no way anyone could go anywhere for at least a few days. That was how she’d met Alec only a few years ago when she was a fresh college graduate with no idea what direction her life was heading after having her heart crushed by her fiance. At the time she was just looking for a one night stand to try and ease herself back into the dating scene, but she ended up trapped in Alec’s apartment for the entire weekend. The first few hours after her attempted walk of shame were tense, to put it lightly, after Alec had accidentally suggested that she sought out hookups often and she had told him that he was absolutely terrible in bed. After a while, they both relaxed and spent their time really getting to know eachother and they even gave themselves a do-over from their initial mediocre hookup. They’d given eachother criticisms and decided to put their theories to the test “for science” as they’d insisted at the time. What neither of them would admit was that they were already unfortunately and irrevocably smitten with eachother. Y/N had opened up to Alec about some of the things she’d had a lot of trouble discussing with anyone else, and she’d deeply regretted that choice when she discovered the photos of Alec’s girlfriend Daisy. The photos and the closet full of women’s clothes were enough to send Y/N running despite Alec’s desperate pleas for her to hear him out.

The days following her departure from his apartment were torturous for the both of them. Alec was desperately searching for a way to find Y/N so he could apologize properly and Y/N had buried herself in comforters and ate far more ice cream than she should have. It all came to a head when he’d gotten her arrested for breaking into his neighbor’s apartment while they were snowed in. She never had figured out why he’d even imagined that getting her arrested would make her want to see him even though he’d tried to pay her bail. By some miracle, though, it had worked as she said she’d call him if she ever laughed about the situation. Her anger lasted less than an hour, though, because he’d given her a horribly cheesy red balloon that read “I’m Sorry” on one side and “I’m an asshole” on the other.

The memory makes Y/N laugh quietly as she prepares their dinner, unaware that her boyfriend of three years had snuck into their shoebox of an apartment just in time to hear her laugh. Ordinarily, he’d have been content to prop himself against the wall to admire his girlfriend for a moment after returning from work, but his curiosity as to why she was laughing was overpowering. He bites his lip gently in concentration as he sneaks up behind her and winds his arms around her waist, letting out a quiet chuckle as a startled squeak escapes her throat before she relaxes back into his chest.

“What’s so funny?” he asks with a half smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek as she simply shakes her head fondly. He raises an eyebrow expectantly as she laughs again and turns the stove off, moving the stir fry she’d cooked away from the heat. “Come on, tell me what’s so funny,” he pleads with a tiny pout as she spins in his grip to drape her arms over his shoulders and press a kiss to his lips.

“I was just thinking about how you managed to worm your way back into my life after being an ass,” she says with a smile. “That stupid balloon should not have won me over as easily as it did, but I don’t regret forgiving you for a moment.” At her admission, Alec smiles and shakes his head as his cheeks and ears flush a light shade of pink in embarrassment. He suppresses the urge to groan at the memory of one of the stupidest stunts he’d pulled in his life, but he was still content with the result of that decision because he managed to win over the girl he loved.

“I’m just glad that the balloon worked, I would’ve been miserable waiting to know if you would ever forgive me for everything I’d put you through back then,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I thought you were planning on making pork chops tonight,” he murmurs in confusion, glancing at the stir fry that sat cooling on the stove. There was no malice behind his words, the confusion came from the fact that Y/N rarely changed the plans she had for the day because it would throw off whatever rhythm she had going for the day. In spite of his confusion, though, he notices the subtle change in her expression. She’s still smiling at him, but the smile had fallen slightly and no longer met her eyes. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asks as he fully registers the anxiety his girlfriend was now feeling.

“I… I couldn’t cook the pork chops tonight,” she says quietly, trying to avoid meeting his eyes. “The smell made me nauseous, so I decided to make something else. I’m just glad I managed to finish it before you made it home.” While what she had said wasn’t completely a lie, she was still working up the courage to tell Alec why she had been feeling sick the past couple of weeks. She’s pregnant and she’d found out a week ago, but she’s terrified of telling Alec because they were already struggling to keep up with their bills even if Alec wouldn’t tell her as much. To her dismay, Alec doesn’t accept the answer and pushes her hair back gently to be able to look into her eyes a little better.

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything. Whatever is bothering you, I really don’t want you having to deal with it by yourself,” he says gently, his expression quickly filling with worry when he sees her eyes fill with tears. “No matter what is going on, we can get through it,” he murmurs, using the pad of his thumb to brush away the tears that begun to slip down her cheek before pulling her head against his chest. Y/N melts into his embrace, allowing a weak whimper to break the silence. She takes a few moments to collect herself, gently pulling herself out of Alec’s hold.

“Alec, you should sit down,” she whispers pleadingly, but Alec refuses. He doesn’t want to sit away from Y/N when she is clearly upset. Begrudgingly, she accepts that Alec isn’t going to sit down and she draws in a deep breath. “Alec, I’m pregnant,” she breathes, searching his face for some hint of how he would handle the knews. She’s not entirely surprised by the sudden blank look on his face, but she had anticipated a look of panic. “Alec?” she asks quietly, snapping in front of his face to try and break him out of the state of shock he was clearly in. The snapping didn’t do much to quell the sudden lightheadedness he felt at the news, he isn’t upset at the prospect of having a child at all. Rather, he is terrified of not being able to provide for his girlfriend and his child while they are already struggling financially. His mind is still reeling at the new information when he feels the world tilt under his feet and black overtakes his vision.

Y/N lets out a panicked gasp when she sees Alec’s eyes roll back and his body start to drop, barely managing to slow his fall enough that he doesn’t slam his head on the ground. She shifts a bit and settles his head onto her lap, tapping his cheek gently in an attempt to wake him. “Alec, sweetheart, I need you to wake up. Passing out is kind of a fucked up response to finding out you’ll be a dad,” she whispers jokingly, trying to calm herself down because panicking would not do any good for her or her presently unconscious boyfriend. Thankfully, it takes just under a minute for his eyes to flutter open. “Hey, asshole,” Y/N whispers. “You scared the shit out of me.” She quickly presses her hand to the center of his chest when he attempts to sit up. “No, you’ve got to lay down for a few more minutes. If you try to get up too fast you’ll just pass out again.”

Alec nods reluctantly, and grabs her hand gently. “Sorry for scaring you,” he murmurs softly, pulling her hand to his mouth to press a gentle kiss on her palm. “I didn’t mean to pass out, I just got dizzy trying to figure out how I’ll be able to take care of you both,” he admits with a small frown. “New York City isn’t exactly a cheap place to live, but I’ll manage. I’ll make sure we’re okay,” he promises, carefully pushing himself into a sitting position before pulling her into his lap. “We’ll manage and we’ll do our best to give the baby the best life we can.”

Y/N smiles slightly, tears filling her eyes again as she buries her face in his neck and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice shaking as she withholds the sobs she wants to let out. “I should’ve told you sooner, but I was scared. I didn’t think you’d leave, but I really expected you to panic and for this to become a fight,” she murmurs, even though she knew the thought was irrational given that Alec had always been an easy going guy.

Alec nods slightly in understanding, kissing the side of her head gently. “Even if I had panicked immediately, I would’ve tried not to make it a fight,” he says reassuringly. “Besides, I know that you know I’d never intentionally start a fight, especially over something like this. Condoms break, so it’s not your fault. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to take some figuring out, but I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of both of you,” he murmurs, squeezing her gently. “I love you, Y/N.”

She nods quickly against his neck and pulls back some. “I love you too, Alec,” she whispers and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, which he returns with a bit more eagerness. With a small smile, she pulls away from the kiss and giggles at the pout that is now etched on Alec’s lips. “You kissing me like that is the reason we’re going to be parents,” she jokes with a playful, teary eyed smile. “Now, get up. Dinner is getting cold,” she says, standing up and holding her hand out for him to take.

As Alec gets to his feet, his hand still firmly grasping Y/N’s, she knows one thing for certain: no matter what comes their way in the following months, they will be okay.

Part 2 Part 3

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[cozymoko]

Hey, soo how would Inosuke, Tanjiro and Giyuu react to having a crush where they look perfectly healthy, are amazingly atheletic but for some reason they always sit odd or fidget. (Or Avoid Inosuke perfectly if he attempts to tackle s/o like a scared squirrel. Cuz he for sure would at some point xD). And it comes out at some point that s/o has a long lasting spinal injury which makes it uncomfortable for s/o to stand, lay or sit at certain positions. S/o does not typically make a fuss about the discomfort which is why you would never know. They used to be paralysed which was how serious the injury was and why the injury still has after effects?

KNY || Spinal Trauma

Pairing: Inosuke Hashibira, Tanjiro Kamado, Giyuu Tomioka x Gender Neutral Reader.

WARNINGS: None

Format: Headcanons

Synopsis: A partner with spinal trauma that hides it.

INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

When you avoid Inosuke's embrace he'll pause for a second, stuck in place at his obvious confusion, "Ha?" Trying again only to be dodged with such ease. "Hey, why are you avoiding me?!" Now, now, Inosuke try not to throw a fit.

When you finally tell him about your spinal injury, it all makes sense. Your dismissive actions, your odd way of sitting. "Huh, Why are you sitting like that?" What a simple-minded fellow, I suppose living in the wild didn't do him too well.

The boar doesn't have too ample knowledge on long-lasting injuries and goes to Tanjiro for some advice. However, the idea of not being able to help you sets him off. Although that won't stop him from trying!

"Here, hand it over!" said Inosuke, gesturing to the heavy baggage resting in your arms. "Hm, no Inosuke it's fi—" "Hand it over!" You have no choice but to hand it over, the slayer hiking a bit in front of you as you proceed your long walk down the path.

TANJIRO KAMADO

Sturdy boy Tanjiro Kamado, a good-natured soul. He frequently fusses over you as is but this turns him into a nervous wreck! In battles, he noticed your lack of immobility, the fatigue rapidly overtaking your body. Though no wounds littered your body, at least nothing visible.

Upon finding out about your spinal injury he's heartbroken. Tearing up over all the pain you had to endure and the long going effects. It's quite adorable to see him dote on you, resting his head on your lap, playing with the fabric of your clothing.

New habit acquired: Sniffing you whenever he sees you! Strange, certainly, but he has his reasons. It's a routine thing; sniffing you, greeting you, then avoiding your questions about his actions. Allow me to explain— Tanjiro can tell your emotions solely off of your scent, thus he'll take advantage of the fact. Although of course, you realized that!

"Is this okay?" Tanjiro asks, gradually hoisting you onto his back. He waited for your reply but the low hiss that escaped your lips was enough. "Ah-I'm sorry!" He shouts, lowering you to the floor. You laugh at his frantic state, petting his burgundy strands, "I'm fine."

GIYUU TOMIOKA

Tomioka discovers your injury during battle with an upper-ranked demon. You lost your footing, taking a harsh blow to your back as you hit the ground. Luckily, you were caught as your partner finished the fight with a mere swing of his blade. Giyuu whisked you back to headquarters, arriving in what seemed to be seconds. You were brought to the infirmary, where he was later informed of your tiny secret.

Nonetheless, he's impressed over your ability to suppress it. The bitter feeling of not being able to protect you finally blowing over. But this incident has prompted him to keep his guard up more when around you. From lingering behind you to scanning the area before your arrival. A bit ridiculous though he wishes you nothing but the best. Hence this being a simple way to ensure that.

Reminds you fairly often to take care of yourself. What a surprise — who would have known he could be so charming! It'd be best if you refrain from pointing out such actions or he may just disappear. Not literally, perhaps he's ogling you from afar simply to escape embarrassment.

"Don't push yourself, you know I worry for your safety," The Hashira sighed, pressing his palm to the small of your back. Lying his head against your own, inhaling your sweet scent, "I can't imagine the pain you're going through."

[mercy-burning]

Honeybee

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: While attending Seraphina's wedding, Y/N discovers that her crush on her best friend’s older brother hasn’t gone away after all these years. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, alcohol consumption, fingering, penetrative/protected sex Word Count: 5.7k

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NOTE: I know I promised a oneshot over the weekend, but I’m a messy, inconsistent bitch, so you get it a day late 😅🥰

———

Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Seraphina only got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor just to witness my slow descent into a heaping puddle of lovesick mush.

Truly, it was pathetic.

Yeah, yeah, she was getting married because she loved her fiancé and whatever, obviously, but she was also using it as an excuse to try and get me to admit my feelings for her older brother. Feelings, I might add, that only surfaced when I was a middle schooler and went away once he went off to college.

Sure, I'd thought about him on occasion when he was inevitably brought up around Sera's house throughout the years, but that was it. I'd hardly say I was hard-core in love with him. And I was totally prepared to see him for the first time since our high school graduation.

At least, I thought I was.

And Seraphina—the little shit—knew it, too. The smirk on her face the moment we were all in the same room for the first time in ten years made me want to run and hide more than her brother's figure, right in front of me and hotter than ever.

I was mad. Not at Sera as much, because really there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was her brother, but I was mad at myself. Because how in the hell had it stood to reason that a man I actively didn't think about for a whole decade had this much of an effect on me after all this time?

Honestly? I blame the FBI.

If he'd done literally anything else with his life I probably could have made it. Well, not by much if we're being honest, but come on...

Where he'd been a bit nerdy and reserved as I knew him, the man in front of me had clearly changed. Not just physically, though that was also a pleasant surprise. He looked like he'd been through some shit... And he carried himself taller. There was a new air of confidence that perched on his shoulder and helped him along as he talked with old friends and family members at his sister's rehearsal dinner.

Spencer Reid was older and more experienced this time around, and somehow even more goddamn delicious...

I was a total wreck. And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

He was coming this way. Right for me. He'd noticed me staring at him all night, because I couldn't keep my shit together, and now I was absolutely doomed.

Guess it was a good thing I'd practically grown up with him and knew how to act outwardly.

Still, the moment he was up close and flashing me that little smile of his, I felt the pit of my stomach scream out loud, sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.

"Hey, Honeybee. It's been a while."

Fuck. That fucking nickname...

"Spencer... It has."

When we hugged briefly, I tried as hard as I could not to inhale his scent, knowing that not only was that pathetic and embarrassing, but also I'd never stop smelling it otherwise. I did take note, though, of how strong he was now. He wasn't a bodybuilder of any kind, but he was certainly less bony and more defined.

I had to hold back a whine as I felt him let go of me, because I didn't want to leave his warm embrace but also because I didn't think I could stand to look at his face anymore without losing any and all semblance of my cool.

Still, I let him release me, and even then he didn't go far. We only stood inches apart, and my whole body was practically numb at the proximity. It also didn't help that I had to tilt my head up to see his face— It made me feel extremely submissive, and I could already feel myself starting to shrink.

Whether he was amused at that or just at me in general, the feeling I got was the same.

"Sera tells me you've been busy..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, though I could tell he already had it on the tip of his tongue. "Modeling?"

I closed my eyes with a sigh. "It was one job for some obscure European magazine, no one in the country's probably ever heard of it... It's not that big of a deal."

Spencer huffed a laugh. "You sound embarrassed..."

How was I supposed to respond to that? If I lied and told him I wasn't embarrassed, he'd figure it out, and if I told him the truth? I'd still be screwed. Honestly, my best bet was changing the subject.

Though, maybe it wasn't— When I asked him about his travels for work, he ignored it and responded with, "Ah, so you are embarrassed."

"N— I am not!"

"You changed the subject so fast I barely had time to blink... There's nothing to be ashamed of, Honeybee, I don't know why you'd—"

"Look, dude, I'm not ashamed, and I'm certainly not changing the subject. We were on the subject of jobs. So there."

I was aware of how childish I sounded, but I stood my ground nonetheless. And thankfully Spencer seemed to let it go, though not without amplifying that amused sparkle in his eye.

"Okay... Well, I've got some more people to see, but, uh... I'll see you around. Maybe you can show me some of your work."

He didn't even give me time to protest. Though if he had, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to get any words out what with that goddamned face he had, twisted and sculpted into all these beautiful ways that were designed specifically to make me a blubbering hot mess.

I could only gather the courage to nod in response, though he'd turned his back and walked away by the time I got it out.

———

All things considered, I'd managed to avoid him for the majority of the wedding festivities. I focused all my energy on being happy to see my best friend get married, and likewise it seemed that Spencer was inclined to do the same.

He walked his sister down the aisle, and seeing them both so happy truly made my heart sing. To think I'd known them since we were all kids more or less, and now they were both successful, beautiful human beings... It warmed me to my core, and despite the other flames that stung my insides at seeing Spencer in his tux, thing were going swimmingly.

That being said, we were just about two hours into the reception, and there was absolutely nothing stopping me from begging Seraphina to put me out of my misery.

Except maybe pints upon pints of alcohol.

In hindsight, that may not have been a good idea, though. Because as much as the open bar had it benefits, it also hated me. It was mostly my fault, because I was stupid enough to forget that I get frisky when I'm drunk, but that didn't stop me from blaming the bartender for continuing to serve me.

I wasn't quite at the point of all-out inebriation, but I was definitely toeing the line between tipsy flirting and total disaster.

And when Spencer came over to ask me to dance, I knew I was doomed.

I didn't find myself caring about what he was saying, only the fact that he was there, in front of me, putting his hands on me and breathing in the same air that I was putting out. My entire body buzzed, and while I would have panicked otherwise, my tipsy brain welcomed the tingle and made me a bit bolder.

"You enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked, like he couldn't already tell that I was having the time of my life.

"No way. You suck at dancing." The joke rolled off my tongue with ease, a product of years spent teasing him for countless things.

And just like all those times before, he rolled his eyes and then immediately flashed an affectionate smile all the same.

I should have stopped there, maybe tried to do something a bit more romantic like teach him how to dance... Placing his hands and fixing his posture, taking the time to gracefully have an excuse for exploring his body with my hands...

But romance took a backseat when I pressed myself in even closer to him and hummed just under his jawline. "Mmm, but I bet you're good at other things..."

I felt his hands grip my waist just a little tighter, and his throat visibly twitched. "How much have you had to drink, Honeybee?"

"Spencer," I whined, pressing my face into his neck. "Don't tell me you're turning me down, please..."

I could tell by the way he was touching me, his hands wavering and undecided, and the way his heartbeat thrummed loudly and quickly against my own that he wanted nothing more than to entertain my desires.

The thought made me quiver and press further into him. I kissed his jawline tenderly, silently begging him to whisk me away and finally make me his, but it broke my heart a little to feel him peel away from me.

When he looked into my eyes though, I swore the gleam in his own is what put me back together. It could have been the liquor swimming around in my body that made me feel lightheaded, but when Spencer lifted my chin with his fingers and looked me over, I knew that wasn't it. It was wholeheartedly, without a doubt, him.

"Tell you what... You get sobered up by the end of the night, and maybe I'll come find you."

I wanted to nod, but his gentle grip on my chin held me steady—At least until he glided his fingertips down my throat and over my shoulder. Then I downright slumped forward with a whine and a weak nod that seemed to make him smile.

"Thank you for the dance," he said earnestly, leaning forward to press the lightest of kisses to my temple.

Just like that he was gone, and I wanted him back almost immediately.

———

And so the night dragged on, and the longer I sobered up the more it dawned on me what the fuck just happened— What the fuck was going to happen, too, if I played my cards right.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Probably to make sure I really wasn't drinking anymore, a fact that only made this feel more real.

On top of it all, I was starting to lose count of the amount of men here who were trying to buy me drinks. Even if the one man I really wanted tonight hadn't given me a deal, I still wouldn't have accepted them, if only for the pathetic fact that I would have been trying to catch his attention instead.

So much for trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with him...

Was that really what it was? It had to be, right?

Either way, I was determined to find out, and that meant declining every flirtatious offer to drink and dance.

Unfortunately, Seraphina seemed to notice, even on the one day in her entire life she shouldn't have been thinking about anyone but herself. "You're not having fun," she pouted, plopping down next to me and handing me a shot. "Have fun."

I laughed and set the tiny glass down on the table. "I am having fun, I'm just... tired. And being hungover tomorrow does not sound fun."

"Mmm," she responded, visibly suspicious.

I didn't really know what to say to her to convince her not to be though, so I grabbed her hand and smiled. "You're having fun though, right? 'Cause I will not hesitate to kick someone's ass if you're not."

With a bellowing laugh mildly tainted with the smell of champagne, Seraphina squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "I'm having the best time. I couldn't be happier."

"Well, good. You deserve it."

After a small moment of silent shared smiles, my best friend glanced over elsewhere and then back to me with that look in her eye that kind of scared me.

And her words were even scarier... "So, you talk to Spencer at all tonight?"

"Uh— Yeah... Briefly."

"Mhmm... Y'know, I saw you two dancing together earlier. You seemed reeeally close..."

There I was, getting defensive in front of a Reid sibling for the second time that night. And just like before, I was awful at being subtle. "Sera, stop it! It was just a dance..."

"Bullshit! He had his hands all over you, and he had that gross-ass, dreamy-ass look in his eye! He so wants to sleep with you!"

"Sera!" I gently shoved her and tried not to smile at the goofy smile she had plastered on her face.

"Am I wrong?"

"I... I don't..."

"Ha! I'm not wrong!"

The defeated look in my eye did nothing to disconfirm her story.

"So, what's stopping you from letting him?"

I went wide-eyed. "Se—You... You seriously would... You're okay with this? It doesn't... gross you out?"

There were a lot of things I could have seen Seraphina do in that moment, but pinching and yelling at me were not any of them. "Y/N! You idiot! I've been trying to get you two together for years! If I knew all it took was me getting married, I would have accepted Theo Decker's proposal..."

"Wa— In fifth grade? Sera, that wasn't—"

"I know, but you get what I mean! You two are so painfully attracted to each other, it physically hurts me. It's actually disgusting, but if it means there's a chance that you might get to be my sister? I say go for it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You... You really mean that?"

"What, you think I'd joke about that?"

Everything that she conveyed to me within the look in her eyes, her words, and the squeezing of her hand over mine told me she was sincere.

"I love you, you know," I told her just as sincerely.

Her smile was as radiant as ever, but the teasing tone in her voice was enough to make me scowl again. "Right back at'cha, Honeybee. Just do me a favor and don't tell me any details. I don't wanna know."

I stuck my tongue out at her, followed by a short shove. "Oh, and as soon as you get back from your honeymoon? I'm kicking your ass for telling him about that nude shoot I did for that magazine..."

She only grinned. "Why? I think I did you a favor..."

I rolled my eyes at her, but in the end, I guess she was right.

———

I shouldn't have been pacing. Really, it was pretty fucking embarrassing the way I walked in circles around my hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door or a text message on my phone, or something to let me know that Spencer had really meant what he said and was on his way to come find me.

I didn't have a single drink after we danced, and I swear to God, if he made me go through this entire night all nervous without the liquor to calm me down, for nothing? I was going to kill him tomorrow.

Later today... Whatever.

The point? I was well and truly ready to feel him taking up my personal space, and I was going to feel like a real idiot if I waited around and prepped and everything, only for him not to show. The funny thing was, it was almost two in the morning, and I would have stayed up until the sun rose for him.

Thank God he had the decency to save me the trouble.

A short two-rap knock on the door made me jump, but I ran at it full-speed, flinging the large wooden panel open and letting its momentum blow cool wind over my body. And I needed it, too.

Because standing right in front of me was Spencer Reid in all his semi-exhausted glory. His outfit was loosened, buttons undone and bowtie untied, hanging limp around his neck. His hair sat wild atop his head and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin. Maybe that last part sounded gross, but looking at him? It was anything but.

Especially when he flashed me that damned smirk. "Someone's eager..."

I tried not to sound as dumbfounded by his presence as I felt. "Well, you made me a good offer I couldn't refuse. Excuse me for being excited."

"And here I thought all this time you hated me, Honeybee..."

"That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

His grin transformed into a full-on beaming smile then, and it only made my skin feel warmer and my heart beat faster. I returned his smile with my own, so genuinely happy to see him again after all this time, and with the brightest show of happiness I'd ever seen.

Turns out, smiling like a lovesick idiot was all I was capable of.

"Are you... gonna let me in?"

The low suggestive tone in his voice had me springing into action, stepping back and allowing him the space to come in. And though he had plenty of room, Spencer still decided to brush his body over mine as he passed. His eyes bore into my own as he gently kicked the door shut and enveloped us in a dimness that came from cheap hotel lighting.

Still, I was unable to speak, and hardly able to even breathe, with each passing second.

And then, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him with a softness that matched the whisper in his throat as he said, "C'mere..." Looking up at him then, his fingers burning holes through the thin fabric of my dress while he looked back down me, eyes swimming in tender desire... It almost didn't even feel real.

And it certainly didn't feel real when he leaned in, one of his hands coming up to touch my face while the other pressed me firmly against him.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was gone. I positively melted into him, so much so that it felt like I was just becoming a part of him entirely, losing myself in the moment and unwilling to let it go.

Even when he sighed against my lips and parted his own to kiss me deeper, I just followed suit and let him take the lead. We moved together as one, fluidly and with as much eagerness was possible. I'd wanted to get a taste of him for so long, and he obviously felt the same way, what with the thorough and precise exploring his tongue did with my own. It shot warmth throughout my whole being, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me from how weak they felt.

Spencer seemed to understand what was happening to me, because as soon as I'd thought it, he was just as quick to literally sweep me off my feet, scooping me up bridal style and carrying me over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

"I know we're at a wedding and all, but geez," I laughed, watching as he laid me down gently and crawled over my body. "A little much?"

He only rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for trying to be romantic..."

"Mmm, I think you're just being an overachiever. As per usual."

That remark earned me a pinning of my wrists above my head, and the fire that erupted in my very core at my current position only cemented that this was very real.

Spencer grinned, his hips coming down to roll over mine teasingly. He spoke nice and slowly, his voice slicing through my soul like smooth butter. "Oh, Honeybee, I'll show you an overachiever..."

Once again I was rendered speechless. Not like I expected to be talking his ear off or anything, but words genuinely escaped me.

Luckily, Spencer didn't seem to mind. In fact, he knew exactly what to do next, and it made me even hungrier for him than ever before.

He captured my lips in another dizzying kiss, his hands still flexing over my wrists to keep them steady. I moaned softly and writhed against him, and though I would have liked to say that it was a conscious choice to coax him to give me more, really it was just me being unable to handle the fact that this was actually happening.

Actually, if not for the overwhelming and familiar scent of him, I would have thought I was only imagining it.

But alas, here he was in all his floral peppermint glory, grinding his hips down into mine and kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, driving me mad with each adept movement.

Thankfully he seemed to get as lost in the moment as I was, because he loosened my wrists in his grip, and I broke free, flying my hands in between us and down to his belt.

His lips pulled away from mine with a soft smack, a smile forming smugly upon them. "Have you no patience?"

As my fingers fumbled with the metal and leather, I pressed my nose to his and quickly pecked his mouth. "I thought we already established that I have no patience the moment I opened the door..."

"Fair... But still..."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, moving them to my sides and then hiking my dress up slowly. His skin was hot against my own, and it took everything I had not to break down begging for him.

And then he spoke again, his lips barely grazing mine as he did. "Teasing you is so much fun..."

I couldn't really explain what sound escaped me then, but it reminded me of a disgruntled animal, erupting from my throat and getting muffled the moment I took my hands and brought his face to mine. I kissed him fervently as his hands matched the intense nature of my affections— With every soft groan I gave him, he returned it with an inch higher up my leg, until eventually he was toying with the hem of my underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in and mumbled the most desperate plea I could think of. (Like I had to think that hard...)

"Spencer, please..."

I half expected him to tease me again, but this time I felt him tremble over my body. His fingers slipped under the satin of my underwear and he sighed into my mouth. "God, how could I ever say no to you..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did he spread me apart with his fingertips, getting a feel for me and a broken sigh falling from his tongue and onto my own. I captured it and kissed him with as much precision as I could while under the influence of his hands working wonders.

Truly, his hands hand a magic of their own that should have been considered as an eighth Wonder of the World. They flexed in all the right places, splitting me open and caressing the most sensitive parts of me, simultaneously breaking me apart and putting me back together...

God, and those was only his hands...

The thought of what else he had waiting for me made me cry out into his mouth, though I'm sure it also had to do with the fact that his fingers were curling expertly inside me and summoning an orgasm that I knew would satisfy us both.

I almost cried out again when his lips left mine, but then they travelled to my neck and paid it the most glorious attention. The alternation of his fingers and his tongue on different spots of my body had me in shambles, and it took no longer than a few seconds to snap.

"Fuck, that's my girl," Spencer grumbled into my neck, helping me through my orgasm. "That's it, honey..."

What I wouldn't have given to hear him talk to me like that until the end of time... His words, their tone and praise seeping into my skin and bringing my soul to life... Coupled with his soft hands and his even softer breath fanning over my neck, I was just about ready to ask him to keep talking to me, to say my name and never stop.

He pulled away though, removing his hand from my lower half and bringing it up to his mouth, and I had the feeling my request wouldn't be a problem.

Spencer's eyes rolled back and his tongue gathered my arousal off his long, well-endowed fingers. And though I could hear his groan well and clear, I felt it more than anything. It reverberated through my body and brought me more to life in a way I never thought imaginable.

No one had ever made me feel that way with one single sound, and that's how I knew.

I thought I knew it from the start—from when we were growing up—that I wanted to be near him forever. But It was always just a silly dream, something I was never quite able to reach, and as I got older and we rarely saw each other, it got harder to even imagine anymore.

Now I didn't have to imagine.

Spencer Reid was right in front of me, touching me, tasting me, verbally praising me with sounds I'd only ever dreamed of...

I wanted him to have his moment, because I was positive he'd wanted this just as much as I did, but this sappy sort of revelation I was having made it nearly impossible to not be utterly wrapped up in him, and I wanted more.

So I wiggled and adjusted myself underneath him before grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. His eyes widened softly at the sight of me, and I knew then that he was taking the time to memorize my face, and the image of his hand resting at my chest, right where my heart was encased beneath bones, flesh, and fabric.

"I could look at you forever," he whispered then.

I would have been ashamed to admit that I whimpered when he said it, but the way he looked at me afterwards made me feel the exact opposite.

He smiled, using his other hand to come up and touch my face. "You want it bad, don't you, Honeybee?"

I didn't even argue with him this time. My head nodded and my hands reached out to pull him closer. "I want you... More than I've ever wanted anything."

Before he leaned down to kiss me, I could have swore he looked like he was going to shed a tear. The duality of him, his ability to be all teasing and cocky one second and then reduced to a lovesick mess at just a few words from me the next, made my heart sing.

And it kept singing, a sweet, steady melody as Spencer kissed me and touched me like he meant it.

Only this time, he didn't pause or tease me with theatrics. He went straight for the kill, fetching a condom from his pants pocket and then sliding the material down, all while keeping me trapped under his embrace. I welcomed it naturally, humming happily into his neck and jawline and anywhere I could reach as he got us both fully undressed and situated, until finally he had the condom on and his hands rested nicely on either side of my head.

"Promise not to sting me?"

I laughed, draping my arms over his shoulders and flashing him a wink. "Mmm, only if you promise to give it to me good..."

"Deal."

He slowly pushed into me then, and the stretch was far more satisfying than his fingers, though I was in no position to complain either way. If he was even half as skilled with his hips as he was with his hands (which I had no doubts about whatsoever), then neither of us had anything to worry about.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was so consumed with just the feeling of him being everywhere that technicalities didn't matter.

That being said, the technicalities were really fucking good.

His hips snapped into mine with sharp precision, and I felt it deep within my bones. My cunt clung around him willingly and accordingly, as did my legs, which hooked over his waist as I dug my heels into his ass.

Meanwhile Spencer grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, this time interlocking our fingers and then leaning down to kiss me deeply. It was met with my undying welcome, of course, but with the way he was fucking me, deep and with a devotion that nearly exploded my heart, I couldn't help but whine out for more.

His name was all I could manage.

"What do you want, Honeybee?" he cooed, holding himself deep inside me and grinding his hips in small circles that made it harder to breathe.

"M—More... I..."

"Can you be more specific?"

How he could be such a cocky little shit in this moment I wasn't sure, and it frustrated me to no end. He knew damn well what I wanted, and I knew just the thing that would make him give it to me.

I have him the biggest pout I could, also whining out the most pathetic, "More," in my arsenal. And with a roll of my hips up into his, I gasped out at how deep he got, and whined out again.

"Spoiled brat," Spencer grunted in defeat, retreating only to slam into me at full force.

My small gasps and cries turned into full-blown howls of searing pleasure as he fucked me then. My head tipped back and my back arched slightly, exposing my neck and chest to him, and he took it as an invitation to lean down and put his mouth anywhere he could reach. I was sure there would be small nicks and bruises littered over my skin the next morning, and just thinking of everyone seeing them, seeing Spencer's mark on me, made it harder to prolong the inevitable.

I came with a shout, flexing my hands into his as my body tensed then relaxed, over and over while he whispered praises into my skin. He followed soon after, shoving his face into my neck and muffling the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard as he came.

By then his hands had loosened, so I snuck my own away from his and brought them over to hug him close. One hand knotted into his hair while the other grazed over his back. The thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin once again was more enticing than it probably sounded, but I loved it all the same. I felt him relax and bring his arms down to rest at my sides, his fingertips dancing lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps.

Then out of nowhere, he said something that confused and mildly panicked me. "I thought you said you wouldn't sting me..."

I pulled away to try and look at his face, loosening my grip on his body. "A—Am I hurting you? I'm sorry..."

He laughed though, peppering tiny kisses up my neck until he got to my jaw. "You're not hurting me, Honeybee... You've just... stung my heart, that's all."

"I... Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a strange thing..."

He looked at me like I was the one thing on the planet he adored, but his words sounded different.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not helping me understand..."

With another laugh, Spencer Kissed my cheek and rolled off of me, settling for laying on his side and turning me to face him. "Do you remember how I gave you your nickname?"

Despite my confusion about all of this, I entertained him with a huffed laugh. "Yeah, I spilled honey all over my shorts without realizing it, and I had ants all over me in a matter of minutes. I was terrified."

"I was highly amused."

I shoved him. "Yeah, dork, I know you were! You and Seraphina both thought it was the funniest thing on the planet, and then your mom had to come out and spray me down with a hose before I came back in the house."

Spencer barked a laugh, and I wanted to punch it right out of his mouth.

"Tell me again why this is relevant to our current situation?" I reminded him with and sigh, already over his antics.

Thankfully he seemed to take pity on me; He reached a hand out and played with a strand of my hair, smiling even brighter than when I opened the door for him. "That's when I started to feel it. You were just... so cute all angry at me and Sera for laughing, and it... It changed everything."

"You know, that would be more romantic if I hadn't been covered in bugs," I responded with a laugh.

"It's true! And it confused the hell out of me, because how was I supposed to cope with the fact that I actually had a crush on my little sister's best friend like some stupid cliché? You were always so feisty after that, too, and it certainly didn't help... And when I graduated and went off to college, I thought... I thought there was no chance you would ever be able to break the heart you'd managed to steal."

He swiped his thumb gently over my bottom lip and smiled, his eyes going all tear-y again. It sent butterflies through my whole body.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart, Spencer..."

Our foreheads pressed together then, and the unwavering adoration in his voice when he spoke made me forget all prior confusion and minor embarrassment over re-living our origins.

All that mattered was that he was here, holding me in his arms and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I know you won't, Honeybee."

———

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KiriBaku Fic Rec List #2

(Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder) FALSE Rated: Teen & Up 

-When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?!

Well, turns out he never needed to.--

“Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!”

"Really closely?"

ChitChat and Pencil Pushers Rated: Explicit

-Kirishima did not believe in love at first sight.

Absolutely not. It was a ridiculous notion.

He did, however, believe in holy shit, he’s hot at first sight.-Kirishima starts a new office job and unfortunately discovers that he may just have a big crush on the worst person possible

Gym Rats Rated: Explicit

-Bakugou's bad attitude tends to scare away unwanted attention.Kirishima seems to be the exception.Kirishima is bright, peppy, and borderline annoying; at least, until Bakugou sees him bench press twice his body weight without breaking a sweat.Bakugou is suddenly more interested than annoyed, and when Kirishima extends an invitation to his apartment, it's an offer Bakugou can't refuse.

Tonight We’re The Sea Rated: Mature (Cursing thank u Bakugo)

- Kirishima goes to a quiet seaside town to take care of his grandmother after she has a bad fall. There he meets Bakugou Katsuki and falls in love.

Engraved in your Mind Rated: Teen & Up ONGOING by @albino-pony

-Kacchan is still a stubborn prick while suffering from face blindness. Also, quirk discrimination is a thing.

(this one is like rewritten canon to explain why bakugo doesn't recognize his classmates very well, but it diverges away from canon later)

5 + 1 Rated: Explicit

- The five times Kirishima made the first move + the one time Bakugou blew his mind.

Pass it On Rated: Explicit

-RED ALERT: Bakugou can't jerk off because he'll explode his own dick off. Pass it on.Mina spreads a rumor around Class 1A about a certain Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima is tasked with taking his own life and dignity in his hands and finding out of it's true. Party hijinks ensue.(Spoiler alert: dignity and his life aren't the only things Kirishima takes in his hands)

Not Spring, Love, or Cherry Blossoms Rated: Teen & Up

-In order to avoid a Quirk Marriage, Bakugou goes to Kirishima for help. 

(a fake dating fic)

come home to me Rated: Teen & Up

-“I shouldn’t have moved out of the way,” Katsuki sighs. “I should have let that fucking asshole hit us, honestly, a broken back would be better than this.”

Masochist, Eijirou thinks and, in the second right before Katsuki chokes and focuses intensely on salvaging what's left of their midnight haul, he realizes that this might be a problem.Bakugou and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that lets them hear each others' thoughts. It goes much better (and much worse) than either of them expect. 

(help these poor sappy teens)

Pickup Lines an Valentines Rated: Teen & Up

-“Hey, isn’t that Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you wearing Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Ochako grins, ruffling his hair. “You’re so cute, Katsuki, honestly. Like, you’re the only person who thinks that pretending to date Kirishima is somehow less embarrassing than just admitting you’re cold.”Bakugou and Kirishima find out that they're soulmates after two years of dating. Their friends are more than a little out of the loop.

Punk’s Not Dead Rated: Teen & Up

-“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

ghosts beneath ink wash stars Rated: Teen & Up

- Eijirou's evolution from Bakugou's delivery boy to kind of, possibly, someone to come home to.

(Bakugo is an ink wash artist)

sugar cookies Rated: Teen & Up

- Bakugou and Kirishima accidentally get married in Vegas. They don't annul it.