#and then I get the urge to click to view it. and the I regret it

[jingledbells]

gotta love seeing blocked tags on my dash 👍👍

[shaunamilfman]

it's just indifference

pairing: shauna shipman x reader summary: You couldn't bite back your bitchy comment as Shauna walked in twenty minutes later than you agreed upon to work on your project, but you soon found that you couldn't regret it at all as you realized how hot she was when she was mad. Especially when it makes her stare you down as she climbs into your lap. note: smut if it isn't obvious.

Had Shauna shown up on time, this never would have happened. But she was, in fact, twenty minutes late, and you couldn’t resist the urge to let out an irritated sigh as she walked into your room. She stops in the doorway, her hand clenched tightly around your door knob before she lets out a deep breath and closes it behind her. The door clicks shut gentler than you thought her capable of as she starts rifling through her bag for her notebooks.

“Practice ran late,” she says stiffly, a noticeable lack of apology as she collapses into your desk chair. 

You weren’t planning on purposely pissing her off, but you quickly realized how hot she was as silently raged in the corner of your room. You were almost amazed at how quickly it happened, how quick she was to anger. It must’ve been something at practice, or on the drive to whatever friend she had to drop off. 

It’s why the two of you ended up at your house instead of the library, as you only lived a few streets down. You certainly weren’t complaining. It saved you the hours you would’ve spent fucking around in the library till she got out of practice.

“Yeah, I guess when that’s all you have going for you, it must take priority.”

Her hand slams down on the desk with enough force that it shakes against the wall. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You shrug leisurely, sitting up on your bed to get a better look at her. “Nothing.”

“No, obviously, you have something you want to say. Go ahead,” she says, leaning towards you, not the slightest bit self-conscious of the way it gives you a clear view down her shirt. Her eyes widen with realization as she catches your eyes flicking downward, her expression turning smug at the sign of interest.

“I guess I’m just tired of having to do all the work because some idiot jock wants to chase a ball around a field all day.”

“I’m not stupid.” She crosses her arms over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground.

Thinking Shauna was stupid was far from the truth– you were actually quite relieved when you realized you’d been paired together, knowing from personal experience just how smart she was. You’d caught sight of her last English test grade, after all. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen her get her test handed back face down, so you figured she had to be pretty intelligent. Still, it seemed like a quick way to piss her off.

“Is that right?” You ask, feigning disinterest. “Guess I’m just not a fan of your type, then.”

“Not a fan of me, you mean. Whatever. You’re not the first person to assume that all I can do is look pretty and kick a ball.” She scowls.

You laugh, laying back against the bed. “I never said you were pretty.”

“Oh? So you’ve got jokes now, huh?”

“Why? You too sensitive for them?”

She stiffens at that, her brown eyes flashing with annoyance as she stares down at her notes like her life depended on it. 

“Is that what you think?” She asks, her body tensing as she tries to bite back a harsh retort. Instead, she sighs out slowly, silently trying to get a handle on her rage as she clenches her pencil tight enough that her hand shakes with the effort. You watch as her knuckles whiten, a harsh set of her jaw that makes you want to push against that fragile sense of control until she snaps.

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Do you need me to use smaller words?”

That’s it. Her pencil snaps, her notes scattering to the floor as she stands up. She marches toward you, each step heavy and filled with intent. You prop yourself lazily on your elbows as she approaches, standing at the foot of the bed as she shakes beneath the weight of her rage.

“Mm. You don’t like me,” she starts, the bed sinking beneath her as she crawls toward you. You gasp sharply as one of her knees comes to rest against your hip, and then soon the other, straddling you on her knees. 

“But you want me.” 

Your hands come up to rest on her hips, a movement so unconscious that you don’t even realize till you feel the warmth of her against your palms even through her shorts. She smirks down at you, her gaze almost predatory as she takes in the sight of you.

“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” You ask, lamely. It’s not your best response by miles, but you’re far too focused on not embarrassing yourself further as she sinks down in your lap. 

You inhale sharply at the sudden weight resting against you, a reaction that clearly delights Shauna as she grips a fist full of your shirt between her fingers. 

She laughs, quiet and far too knowing as she slowly rocks her hips forward. The bed creaks with each powerful roll of her hips, the muscles in her thighs flexing distractingly all the while. You’re so distracted, in fact, that you don’t realize her hand has moved until it’s gripping your chin. Her thumb digs painfully into your jaw as she forces you to look at her. 

“Just highly enough, I think.” Shauna’s voice lowers into a whisper as she leans closer, turning your head to mouth at your neck. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. I’m pretty perceptive, you know.”

She pulls back, leaving you to chase after her lips before you get ahold of yourself.

“Perceptive, huh?” you ask, running your hands up her sides as you lift her shirt up. Your fingers rest just under her bra, your thumbs just grazing her chest as you watch the intoxicating way she moves. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way her muscles tense, following her as she moves. She hums, leaning forward to show off as she enjoys how blatantly you were staring at her.

“What am I thinking right now?”

“If I answer that, you’ll just deny it.” She moans as she hits just the right angle, her hips stuttering for a moment before she recovers.

“Try it?”

“You’re thinking about how good I feel on your lap,” she tries, keeping a steady rhythm as she lets you pull her shirt off and over her head. You go straight for her arms, squeezing her biceps happily as you test their firmness. You can’t help but grin: she’s just as strong as you imagined she was. 

Her breath hitches as your fingers graze her stomach, blushing prettily as she catches you staring at her chest. “And,” she continues, grabbing at your wrists as she pins them down. “You’re thinking you’d like to know how strong I am.”

“Wrong,” you murmur. 

She laughs, a dry mocking sound that sends shivers down your spine. Her hands move from your wrists to rest on your stomach as she rests her weight on you, a grounding pressure that keeps all your attention on her as she pushes you down into the bed.

“Yeah?” she asks breathily, clenching the fabric of your shirt between her fingers and watching as it exposes the skin of your stomach.

“Thinking about how much I'd rather be doing our English project.”

She snorts, a dorky laugh escaping that clearly embarrasses her as her hips still. She looks away, hiding the flush of her face as she stares daggers at the sheets. 

“No,” you say, amused. “Keep going. I like the whole thing you have going on.” 

“That right?”

“Yeah, it's working for you. You look hot.”

“Hotter than Jackie?” She asks. 

“Who?”

Her expression is unreadable, a dozen different emotions crossing her face before she finally settles on one you've never seen from her: hunger. She surges forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as she roughly grinds down against your lap. 

You gasp, digging your fingers into her hips as you pull her harder against you. She moans against your skin, sucking a mark into the line of your jaw as her nails drag across your stomach. Her body’s warm where it's pressed against you, nearly chest-to-chest as she takes what she needs from you.

Her back arches as you blindly reach between your bodies, fingers teasing at the waistband of her shorts as your fingertips just barely slip beneath them. “You’re so annoying,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin as her teeth graze delicately along the skin beneath your jaw.

“God…” she pants, her face buried into your neck as she lets out a whine. Her jaws a little slack, lips parted as quiet sounds are forced out of her.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur idly, your thumb rubbing across the button of her pants.

“Shut up.” She huffs. “You're so stupid.”

You nod, stupidly, eager to please as your fingers make light work of opening up her shorts. She sighs as the button comes undone, the cool air rushing against her warm skin. She only gets more eager as your fingers slowly pull down the zipper, letting out a breathless laugh against your skin.

She shudders against you as the palm of your hand presses against her stomach, your fingers nearly dipping into her underwear, but not quite.

“Stupid,” she mumbles against your skin. Shauna’s trying to come off as annoyed, but her voice is too breathy and shaky to be effective. “Stupid and dumb and…” She trails off, her body jolting as your hand sneaks beneath the denim.

“And?” You prompt, palming her warm skin through the fabric of her panties.

“Don’t–” Her words cut off with a sharp gasp, her teeth sinking into your skin as she struggles between pushing up against your hand or pressing down against your lap, lost in her need for some kind of friction.

“I hate you,” she says, fingers clutching at your shirt as if to pull you closer. Despite her complaints, she makes no effort to remove your hand from her shorts, shifting on top of you to spread her knees wider. Her voice is strangled as she pants against your throat, shuddering against a particularly clever brush of your fingers—she's so wound up and it's making her desperate.

“You’re kind of mean,” you comment, pressing your palm against her clit as you slip a finger inside her. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your hips, her knees digging into your sides as she stares down at you. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, her teeth digging into her lip to keep herself quiet.

She props herself up on her arms, hands resting on either side of your head as her hair brushes against your face. Shauna uses the position to her advantage, rolling her hips into your hand as she uses her leverage.

“You deserve it,” she huffs, trying to glare at you but ending up moaning as your fingers keep their pace. Her thighs jerk, hips rolling in desperate circles as you coax the pleasure out of her with each torturously slow thrust. She’s wound up so tight she can barely stand it.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up–” Shauna breaks off into a moan, her fingers digging painfully into your shoulder in retaliation.

She’s arching into your hand, her body trembling with each gasp that escapes her. Shauna’s pissed, and more than a little humiliated to find herself so quickly at your mercy. It’s clear that this wasn’t how she saw this whole night going. She can’t help the roll of her hips against your hand, forcing you deeper as she practically rides your finger. “Give me another one,” she demands.

“Would it kill you to be nicer?” You mutter, slipping another finger inside of her with little complaint. She cries out, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face at how sensitive she is.

“Would it kill you to stop– to stop talking?” 

You groan, one hand fisting in her hair as you pull her neck close enough to reach with your mouth. Shauna moans at the flash of pain, and whether it was the hand pulling her hair or the feeling of your teeth sinking into her neck that made her eyes slam shut as she cries out and buries her face into your shoulder, you’ll never know.

“Did you just–” 

She slaps a hand over your mouth, embarrassed and shy all of the sudden as she lazily rocks into your hand. 

“No,” she hisses, shaking her head even her face flushes a deep red. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, a distracting motion that makes your view down her bra all that more enticing. Her thighs tremble around you, telling enough that even she starts to realize how stupid she looks denying it. 

She nearly whimpers as you give her hair a little tug, her hips twitching as she bites her lip to stifle the noise. Shauna’s so sensitive in the aftermath, but she can’t seem to fully pull herself away from you.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare say anything,” she warns.

She pulls her hand away with a gasp as you bite at her fingers, examining them closely as she sits up on your hips. Shauna still can't meet your eye, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the hand you still have shoved in her pants as she pretends to look at literally anything else in your room. 

“It's okay,” you start, a mocking press of your palm against her that has her grinding on your hand again. “I heard finishing too soon–”

“You're the worst,” she manages through gritted teeth, her jaw clenched as she finally manages to look you in the eye. Despite her complaints she's still moving steadily against your hand, the rock of her hips putting your wrist in an uncomfortable position now that she's sitting up. 

She opens her mouth, presumably to complain as you pull your hand away, but she shuts up just as quickly as your fingers curl around her chin. Her eyes flick down at your hand, your wet fingers leaving streaks against her face where you hold her. 

You watch as her mouth parts, licking her lips before reaching for your hand. She watches you closely as she slowly takes your fingertip into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lap at the web of your fingers before she moves onto the next. She’s almost methodical in her movements, actions perfectly designed to drive you crazy. 

God, she was just something else.

“You know what I’m thinking about now?” You ask, unable to take your eyes off of her for even a second.

She hums around your fingers in lieu of an answer, the vibrations making your breath hitch as you stutter over a reply. “Thinking about how good you’d look underneath me.”

Shauna can't speak with your fingers in her mouth and instead lets out a low whine as she sucks on them, tongue swirling around them as she turns her attention to your last finger. 

Shauna pulls your fingers out with a wet pop, holding on to your wrist as she drags your spit soaked fingers across your face. You wrinkle your nose as you squirm away from it, but she only delights in your reaction. “That’s for pissing me off,” she mutters, just low enough that you weren’t sure whether it was meant for you or not.

“You don’t think I look good on top of you?” she continues, leaning back on her knees as her fingers play with the waistband of her panties. You watch as her fingertips just barely slides beneath, ensuring she has your attention before the rest of her hand disappears into her panties.

It's too much for her, you can tell. She's so sensitive that she can barely take it, but she stubbornly refuses to stop. The expression on her face verges on pained, a choked noise leaving her lips as her hips jerk clumsily against her hand. 

She's battling the urge to keep her eyes focused on you, just barely starting to slip shut before she catches herself. “Fucker,” she grumbles, enjoying your attention despite herself. You run your hands up her thighs, scratching your nails down the length of them as Shauna squirms on top of you. 

The muscles in her thighs tremble from the effort after spending so long riding you, on top of the time she's spent practicing. You're impressed she's managed it this long. You can't even imagine how sore she must be. It makes you wonder how long she could go at the top of her game, how long she could–

“Hey,” she whines. “Pay attention. Do you have something better to do?” Shauna can barely find the strength to ride her hand anymore, settling for a slow grind as the sweat drips down her face. Her head is thrown back as she finally lets her eyes closed, exposing the delicate arch of her neck and the beginnings of a dark bruise you'd sucked into her neck. 

You can't take it anymore, reaching up and pulling her down to meet your lips before flipping her on her back. Shauna grunts in surprise, squirming beneath you as she pulls her hand out of her shorts. She tugs at the back of your shirt, pulling it over your head and making you flail around like an idiot as she gets it stuck on your arms. 

You throw it to the floor with a huff as you finally manage to untangle yourself from it, glaring down at her as she grins from ear-to-ear. 

With her back pressed up against the bed, she looks a little more disheveled than before: her hair messy as it spreads around her head, her face flushed with heat as she gives you a familiar smirk. 

Shauna laughs, wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you closer, forcing you down on top of her. She looks so smug, so pleased with herself that all you want to do is wipe that cocky look from her face. You push up on your knees, ignoring her complaint as you trail kisses down her neck. 

You can't resist mouthing at her chest through her bra, pulling away with a teasing nip that has her pulling at your hair as you move to kiss your way down her stomach. You sit back on your knees as you get to her shorts, fingers curling around the waist as you start to work them down her legs. 

Shauna's all too eager to assist, planting her feet and arching her hips off the bed as you pull her shorts down her legs. She makes a pleased noise as you press a kiss against her knee, hooking her other leg over your shoulder and she spreads her knees wider. 

The sound she makes as your lips graze her inner thigh is nothing short of obscene, her hand grabbing at head on nothing but pure reflex. 

Her eyes slam shut in embarrassment as she realizes just how needy she sounds. “You–You're so– God. Just eat me.” She pulls painfully against your hair, clearly trying to save face, but no one has to tell you twice. 

You're eager to finally get a taste, having wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her pussy for most of the night. She cries out at the first touch of your tongue, so sensitive and so worked up that it's clearly all she can do not to come right then. 

Shauna huffs out a laugh as you squeeze her thigh, lazily moving into your mouth in a sign of encouragement. Reassured, you turn your attention back to her clit, giving it as much attention as she can bear. 

She swats your hand away as you tentatively trail it up her thigh, keeping your head in place as she pulls you just where she wants you. Shauna gets so eager that you have to pin her hips down, bucking into your mouth as you start to suck and then–

“Fuck,” she calls out, a high and needy cry that you know she'll deny making when she has the ability to. Her thighs shake uncontrollably on your shoulders, breathing heavily as she comes down. 

“I'm tired,” she whines, trying to arch away into the bed. You rub the outside of her thigh comfortingly, tentatively licking into her as she relaxes. 

“Stop. Stop,” she pants, her foot pressing into your side. “I can barely think.” 

“What's a jock need to think for, huh?” You ask, pulling your mouth away from her as you stare up at her from between her thighs. You glance down meaningfully before meeting Shauna's eyes again in a silent question. She seems to honestly consider it for a second before shaking her head, pushing weakly at your face as she lets her legs fall open. 

“You're such a distraction,” she complains, her eyes narrowing on the way your face glistens before forcing herself to look away. “We were supposed to be working on the project, idiot.”

“Finished it before you got here,” you say, flopping down next to her as you stretch out. She turns on her side to face you, her eyes narrowed as she tries to find something else to complain about. 

Finally, after a long minute of contemplation. “You seriously took all my clothes off but my bra?”

You snicker, one arm resting across your eyes as you block out the light. Shauna huffs, hesitantly scooting closer to rest her head on your chest. 

She trails her hand down your stomach, scratching lightly at the skin. “When I can think again,” Shauna warns playfully, lazily snapping the waistband of your underwear against your skin. 

[celebrityxcrushes]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

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Pairing: Lo’ak x (metkayina) f!reader

Request: hellooo!! hear me out! how about you're really interested in lo'ak and neteyam is like kind of a wingman to you, but lo'ak thinks you're super into his older brother and gets all jealous

Word count: 1408

Part 2

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"Then you take this piece and twist it around the-"

Tsireya's explanation was abruptly interrupted by  the sound of your laugh. From where he and Tsireya were sitting, Lo'ak had a clear view of you and his brother as you played in the water.

Whilst Tsireya had been tasked by your father to teach him how to weave straw baskets, you were supposed to help Neteyam improve his swimming. But clearly the two of you found it more important to splash each other with water like two children.

It bothered him that his brother acted so different around you. To his knowledge Neteyam never cared much for any of the girls back in their clan. Instead he would much rather  prefer to spend his time training or being with his family. But ever since his family was granted uturu by your father, Lo'ak had to watch Neteyam spend almost all his spare time with you.

Noticing that his mind was elsewhere, Tsireya urged him to focus on the task in front of him, but his fingers refused to cooperate as a pit grew in his stomach.

It wasn't fair. For the entirety of his life, Lo'ak had been second to his brother on everything. Everyone would always fawn over his brother -  and why wouldn't they? He was the future Olo'eyktan. Responsible. Strong. Meanwhile Lo'ak was nothing but a disappointment and a troublemaker. When even his own parents preferred his brother over him - why would you be any different?

As he kept picturing you with his brother, Lo'ak failed to notice how his fists clenched tightly around his basket.

The worst part of it all was that, for a moment, he actually thought you liked him the same way he liked you. When his family first joined your clan, the two of you immediately clicked and started spending a lot of time together. You were kind and patient as you helped him and his siblings adapt to your lifestyle. And most importantly, you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, until his brother just had to steal you away-

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his half-finished basket giving into the pressure of his fists by breaking.

Seeing the shocked look on Tsireya's face, he muttered a small "Sorry" and dropped the pieces to the ground. As he once again heard your laugh, he decided that anywhere else in the village would be better to be than here, and so he stormed off - taking one last look at you as he left.

-

As if you could notice his intense stare, you turned your head upwards and locked eyes with him just as he stood up. You rarely saw Lo'ak without a smile or a small smirk, and so you were almost baffled to see him look almost angry as he watched you. Was he upset with you? Had something happened?

Ignoring the feeling that something was off, you lifted your arm and gave him a hesitant wave. However, disappointment filled your chest as he simply turned his back on you and walked off.

As he noticed that your attention had shifted, Neteyam followed your gaze that led him to where his little brother was walking. "Sooo," he dragged the word out teasingly, "when are you going to tell my skxawng brother that you like him?"

"What? I- I don't, I mean - How did you?"

Your first instinct was to try and deny his accusations, but the more rational part of you knew that your blushing face and stuttering voice allowed him to see right trough you.

With a short sigh in defeat, you jabbed your finger into his chest. "If you tell anyone about this, I will beat you up." As you sensed that he didn't seem to take you seriously, you continued. "I mean it, Neteyam, I will make you regret it. I swear this with our great mother as witness."

Neteyam remained completely unfazed by your threats, but allowed you a moment to rant before speaking again.

"I mean it, Y/N. You should tell him."

Seeing your hesitation made him grow slightly frustrated. He considered you his best friend and Lo'ak was his little brother. Nothing would make him happier than seeing the two of you happy, and he knew that you would make each other happy.

"He likes you too, you know?"

Although his words made your heartbeat speed up, you still weren't entirely convinced.

"How do you know? Has he said that?"

"Well," Neteyam lifted his arm and awkwardly scratched his own neck, "not exactly no, but I am his brother, I know him. He likes you, trust me."

To his defense, Lo'ak had never denied having feelings for you either. Neteyam found it kind of odd - he had tried to ask his brother about you several times, but it was as if Lo'ak refused to speak to him about you. Every time Neteyam brought you up, Lo'ak would huff or mutter something under his breath before walking away.

Before you could open your mouth to continue the conversation, you saw Tuk appear on the beach and heard her call out for her brother.

Neteyam lifted two fingers to give you a mock salute and gave you a pointed look - before leaving you alone to ponder on his words.

-

It took only a couple of hours from your talk with Neteyam until another of the Sully children decided to meddle in your love life.

You were sat cross-legged on the ground in the marui pod belonging to the Sully family. Kiri was standing behind you, her fingers making braids in your hair.

"Thanks for offering to do this, Kiri. You were right - this is nice".

On your way back from your swim lesson with Neteyam, you had ran into Kiri. She had then asked if you wanted her to braid your hair; claiming that she wanted to spend some time with you so that 'you could bond and get to know each other even better'. You had accepted, not knowing that what she really wanted - was to get you alone so that she could try and convince you to confess to Lo'ak.

"Oh, no worries! We have to make sure you look good for my brother, right?"

At that your eyes widened. You tried to turn your head to look at her, but her firm grip on your scalp made it difficult. While you felt the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment, Kiri continued working on the braids as if she hadn't said anything at all.

"He told you? Neteyam told you, didn't he?" You asked even though you knew the answer. "That little skxawng!"

Kiri ignored your little outburst, and asked again. "But it's true? You really like my brother?"

All you gave her was a defeated nod, but that settled it for her. She didn't need to talk to Lo'ak to know that he felt the same way - it was obvious. If you asked her, anyone with a pair of functioning eyes could tell that her brother was head over heels in love with you.

"Good," she eventually said and, despite not seeing her face, you could tell that she was smiling.

The two of you stayed silent for a few seconds after that as she finished the braid; humming a soft tune as she worked.

Just as you opened your mouth and got ready to swear her to secrecy, you were interrupted by the sound of her father's voice. It came from right outside the pod. And it was directed towards the worst person imaginable.

"Lo'ak, what are you doing standing around out here?"

No no no no. This could not be happening. Your eyes widened and your palms grew sweaty. You didn't know how long he had been standing outside the pod; but you could only pray to Eywa that he hadn't heard too much of your conversation.

Kiri's face was equally shocked, and it was obvious that she hadn't heard her brother either. She could tell that you were freaking out internally, and she felt sorry for you. Even though she, unlike you, was sure that the feelings were reciprocated - she understood that this was far from an ideal confession.

What neither of you knew however, was that Lo'ak completely misunderstood what he had just heard. In his ears you were confessing to having feelings for another. For his brother nonetheless.

And it broke him.

[genjispeace]

Mine - Part 2/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): afab gender neutral reader, genji x reader, possessive! genji, praise, unprotected sex, slight knife play (no injuries)

a/n: here's part two!! i hope it was worth the wait <3

You bring your glass to your lips, letting the fruity liquid dance along your tongue. You are one of the agents who has to stay sober tonight, as they always want at least half of the agents to avoid alcohol for the night. You can’t all get wasted right now. Though, if you have to listen to Gale drone on any longer, you may fire back far too many shots once the evening is over. 

“How is your training going? Anything exciting?” Gale asks, taking a sip of his beer. He is one of the ones allowed to drink tonight, and it’s clear he is taking advantage of that. You offer him a strained smile, but he doesn’t seem to notice how fake it is. 

“Nah, nothing too fun,” you reply dryly. 

“Awh, really? I’m sure you’re up to something,” he says with a chuckle, placing his hand on your shoulder. His hand feels slightly clammy through the jacket you have thrown over your shoulders. You chose a red dress for tonight that has a gorgeous slight plunge, but a leather jacket rests over it and keeps you partially hidden. You aren’t shy per se, but hardly bold enough to wear a plunge without covering yourself a little more. Gale runs his hand down your arm, his touch lingering far too long. You don’t dislike him exactly, but he is not the person that you wanted to spend tonight with. No, that person was at the bar last time you saw him. 

Thoughts of Genji fill your mind again. When you saw him at the bar, it took everything in you to not just walk away as Gale was talking to you. Genji wore an all-black suit tonight, matching with the black fabric mask covering the lower half of his face. His hair was pushed back a little, the dark locks framing his face. It’s like Gale could sense that you weren’t able to focus, because he stepped in between you and Genji, blocking your views of each other. 

Gale starts talking again, his hand adjusting your jacket. The back of his hand rubs against one of your breasts, and you fight the instinct to jerk away. You don’t need to cause a scene in front of all of these people, but the urge is still there. 

You sit your drink down and are about to swat him away, a motion you’d surely regret if a sponsor saw it, when another hand flattens against the small of your back. The smell of fresh pine and walnuts fills your senses, and you let out a soft sigh. Genji. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Genji says, but you don’t miss the way his voice is nearly gritty. It’s his metal hand against your back, and you can feel the chill of it through your dress, but his touch is far more welcome than Gale’s. 

“Actually, yeah,” Gale says, his touch still lingering on you. He reaches out further, but you back away slightly. Gale freezes, his brows furrowing. “What?”

“Hm. It seems they don’t think so,” Genji says. You look up to him and find his dark eyes focused on you. He runs his hand up and down your back slowly, letting his touch relax you. 

“And how would you know?” Gale says, taking a step to you. Gale’s eyes darken too, and he runs a hand through his brown hair. 

“It was lovely talking to you, Gale, but I promised Genji a dance before the night ends,” you say. It’s a lie, and you and Genji both know it. Yet, he doesn’t falter or give any reaction to the lie. 

“Is that so?” Gale says, his voice sharp with bitterness. He takes another step forward, and you go to back away, but Genji steps in front of you. It’s a slight movement, only a few inches, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to anybody.

“Walk away,” Genji warns, but Gale is too drunk to listen. He tries to reach you, but Genji moves again. His hand leaves your back and he stands fully in front of you. You hear a metallic clicking, and notice the fingers on Genji’s metal hand twitching. Your brows furrow. Why is Genji being this protective? Of course you’re thankful he’s helping you escape the conversation with Gale, but this feels like…more. 

“Consider this your final warning. Touch them again and I’ll cut your hand off,” Genji says quietly. Your eyes widen at the threat, and that’s when you realize what the clicking noise is. Genji is unsheathing his shurikens. 

“Whatever,” Gale says, taking another swig of his beer and walking away. He probably thinks Genji is also intoxicated, but you know better. Both of you were to stay sober tonight. Another set of clicks fills the air before Genji turns to face you. You start to say something, but his hand wraps around your wrist and he starts to pull you out of the room. He moves silently, but you have to almost jog to keep up with him. 

“Genji, what the hell?” You whisper as soon as you are away from most of the party. There are still a few stragglers in the hallways, but most of them are too drunk or distracted to notice either of you. Your heels click on the tile floor as you follow, leaving the wing of the headquarters that the event was held in. 

“Genji!” You say, now far enough away from anybody to be heard. You look around as he pulls you along, and notice where he is leading you. He’s going even further away from the event, toward the living quarters of the agents. You stop in your tracks, yanking your hand out of his grasp. You don’t have to worry about causing a scene here. 

“What the hell? Have you lost your mind?” You say. Genji turns to face you, closing the distance between the two of you until you’re mere inches from each other. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to not break his hand for touching you?” Genji growls, making you frown. 

“Why do you care so much that he touched me? I could have handled that,” you say. You probably could have gotten away from Gale eventually.

“He was flirting with you.” Genji says, his eyes as dark as they were before. 

“Why do you care?” You ask.

“Did you flirt back?” Genji asks. Your heart jumps.

“Does it matter?” You spit out. You’re so confused right now, and it’s starting to get frustrating. Why is he acting like this? And more importantly, why are you getting butterflies over him being protective?

Genji takes another step forward, and you back away, until your back hits the wall. Genji leans against the wall, his arms trapping you. You look up to see his eyes watching you carefully. 

“Answer me,” he says, and you don’t miss how soft his voice sounds now, like he’s practically scared of your answer. 

“No, I didn’t flirt back. I have no interest in Gale?” You finally tell him.

“Good.” Genji says, the edge back to his voice. 

“Wha-” You start, but your voice catches in your throat when Genji grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him again. He yanks open a door just a few feet away and pulls you in, slamming and locking it behind you. A soft white bed sits against a back wall. You’re in one of the guest rooms. Why would he bring you here? “Genji, what are you doing?” You turn to face him. 

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” he replies, and it’s the only warning you get before he crosses the distance and cups your face with his hands. You can’t help the way you melt into his touch, even if your mind is spinning. He guides you until your back is against the wall again, and lowers his face to your neck. 

“Tell me no and I stop. You can walk out this room, and we will pretend this never happened,” Genji whispers into your ear. You shudder at his words, but shake your head. If he’s doing what you think he’s about to do, it’s something you have wanted for a long time too.

“I’m not leaving,” you say. 

Genji moves quickly. He always does. In the time it takes you to blink, he has his mask pulled down and his lips pressed against your neck. A soft gasp escapes you at the feeling, and you melt into it. It all finally falls into place. The protectiveness, the anger at Gale, all of it.

Genji’s mouth leaves your neck and falls onto your lips. You whimper into the kiss. His kiss is unlike any other. It’s somehow soft and possessive at the same time. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you gasp, which he takes as the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth. You fight for dominance once, but he shuts it down quickly. Genji is in charge now. 

His hands run up your body until he’s pushing your jacket off. You let it fall to the ground, relishing the way his touch feels on your now bare skin. He pulls away from you, breaking the kiss and leaving both of you gasping for breath. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. You follow his gaze, which is taking in your entire figure. It catches on your curves, everything highlighted by the dress. You feel your cheeks heat at his undivided attention on your body, and you’re sure they are a shade of red that rivals the color of your dress now. 

“Genji,” you say softly. He looks back up to you, his eyes wild. His mask is off now, probably somewhere discarded on the floor. You’ve seen him without it before here and there, but he’s usually not so open about it being off. He watches you as you cup his face now, running your fingers along his scars. He should be the one getting fawned over right now. You pull his face down and lock your lips together again. One of your hands traces around his neck and into his hair, pulling softly. He grunts into the kiss, then slams you back against the wall. 

“I want to ruin you,” he whispers. “Let me be your man. Let me make you mine.” 

“Please,” you whisper back. Genji lets out a deep breath, like he was waiting on your answer, then he springs into movement. Your head spins as he grabs you by the hips and turns you, pushing you down against the bed. You lay back as he stands over you and shrugs his suit jacket off above you, and you can’t help but stare at the way his lean muscles flex under the fabric. 

“How expensive was this dress?” He asks, shocking you out of your trance. You frown, confused by the sudden question. 

“Uhh…” You try to answer, but your line of thought is cut off by another sound of metallic clicking. Genji reaches behind himself, and he pulls a short blade out from his waistband. In the time it takes for you to blink, the blade swipes across the dress in multiple spots. Goosebumps rise on your now nearly bare skin. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, and you look down at what was your dress. Now, it is merely shreds of red fabric falling off of your body. Yet, there is not a single scratch on you. Genji’s eyes track your body, now in just a bra and underwear. You feel bare compared to him being still fully clothed.

“So pretty, little angel,” he whispers out. You don’t have time to question the pet name, before the blade is slicing through the air again, your bra now cut down the middle and open to bare your breasts. 

“Genji!” You gasp out. Once again, there is not a single scratch on you, but the danger of it still makes your heart race and warmth to spread between your legs. 

“Breathless for even my blades, hm?” Genji asks, his gaze lowering to where you clench your thighs together. Of course he would notice that. 

“Please don’t tease me,” you say. Genji smiles at you, a genuine smile where you can even see a hint of a dimple, before he takes his blade to his own shirt, cutting it open. You watch in awe as more of him is revealed. You’ve seen him in short sleeves in training, but never like this. His metal hand goes up to his arm and part of his torso, but the rest is skin. His waist is flesh as well and your mouth waters at the sight. He drops the extra shurikens he had in his suit to the ground, along with the scraps of what was his shirt. 

His blade falls to the ground, and he leans over you and presses his lips softly to yours. It’s a stark contrast to his blade, but you crave both the softness and roughness in a way that you should question. But you don’t. 

The ghost of a kiss is gone quickly, and he is moving to press soft kisses against your neck. He stops at your pulse point, sucking softly on the skin, which elicits a whimper from you. How can his mouth feel so good on just your neck? 

“You’re mine, little angel,” he says against your skin, then bites down. You let out a soft yelp at the pain, but it eases into pleasure quickly. He licks over the bite mark, and you know it is going to bruise. He’s marking you, and the thought of wearing bruises from him makes you squirm. 

“Yours,” you whimper back. He continues sucking on your neck, but one of his hands drifts down and skates softly over your underwear. A shudder runs through your body at his ghost of a touch and you feel him smile against your neck. 

“So needy,” Genji whispers against your skin. “So ready for my touch.”

You start to respond, but all words are lost when his hand plunges below your underwear and the metal grazes your skin. It brings a chill to you, but it’s nowhere near cold enough to quell the burn in your skin. You gasp as he runs his hand slowly up your core, your back arching into him. Genji tuts. 

“So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he says, teasing a finger around your clit. It, combined with his mouth still on your neck, is enough to make you gasp, but it’s still not enough. 

“Genji,” you say his name, but it sounds shaky on your ears. You hear him growl against your neck, then feel his arm jerk and the sound of fabric ripping fills the room. A chill lingers into your skin, and it doesn’t take you long to realize that Genji ripped your underwear off. 

“I should fucking destroy you, little angel. Make you brainless for me,” he says, biting down on your skin again. You groan, his words going straight to your core. 

“Please, Genji. I’ve only ever been yours to destroy,” the words barely leave your lips before Genji is off of you, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement, your breasts bouncing with it. Genji’s gaze zeros in on that, before he drops to his knees. 

You start to close your legs, your slight shyness taking over, but his hands wrap around your thighs. You try to overpower him, but there’s no point as he pulls your legs back apart and looks at your core. You squirm under his gaze, until he slaps the skin of your thigh lightly, but it’s enough to send a message. 

“Let me look at you,” he says. You obey him and stop trying to hide from his gaze, instead watching the way he looks at you. And…damn. He looks at you like you’re a piece of artwork in the Louvre. Exquisite, everything he’s dreamed of, everything he wants. 

A smirk takes place on his face, and his hands are on you again. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, until he is able to press kisses to the inside of your thighs. The kisses are soft, but quick, and the higher they get, the more the anticipation grows in your stomach. He’s so fucking close to where you need him that it almost hurts. 

Finally, his mouth reaches your core and he presses a soft kiss to it. It’s barely anything, but it’s still enough to make you shiver. Genji picks up on the reaction, and gives you more, kissing and licking at your sex. The tension starts to build in your stomach quickly, and you reach down to tangle your hand in his hair. 

He starts sucking on your clit as well, and the motion makes you tug slightly at strands of his hair. He growls against your core, and the vibrations are enough to make you cry out. You need more, more, more. 

It’s a plea Genji somehow picks up on and eagerly listens to, and he adds a finger into the mix, slowly pumping in and out. It only takes a few more strokes like that to have you on the edge, and Genji picks up on the way you tighten around him. He picks up his speed, his mouth continuing to work on your clit. He’s treating you like he knows your body just as well as he knows the back of his hand. He flattens his tongue against your clit and curls his finger inside you, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You moan, maybe scream, out his name as your orgasm rocks your body. It’s damn near holy the way he makes your head spin and your thighs shake. 

His spare arm wraps around your thigh and steadies your shaking as he continues lapping at your core. Dots litter your version and your brain goes to static as he keeps going. More, more, more. Your legs shake so hard that Genji has to pin one of them against the bed. He continues to overstimulate you, and your body responds all too well to him. Another orgasm comes on faster, the heat curling in your core. He’s brutal, unrelenting, and you love it. Your body loves it too, clearly, as you come on his fingers again. 

“Genji,” you say. Your brain spins from the release and you pant loudly. Genji eases up on you, but presses a few more soft kisses to your core. He eventually pulls away and stands, looking down on you. He brings his metal hand to his mouth, dipping his two fingers into his mouth and licking you off of his own fingers. You groan at the sight, wishing his mouth was back on you. He’s far too good with that mouth. 

“If you thought I was going to go easy on you, you’re mistaken, little angel,” he says. You shudder at the promise. He’s already partially fulfilled it, and you’re already addicted. Your body is already buzzing for more. 

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you mutter out. A smile takes place on his face, a slight dimple showing as he looks down at you. 

“That’s my angel,” he says. Part of you wants to question the pet name, but you are also scared that he would stop calling you that, and you definitely don’t want that. He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes his belt with one hand and pulls it from the loops, tossing it aside with the rest of the clothes. God, he’s so irresistible.

He drops his pants and underwear in one swift movement, and your breath catches as you see him finally naked. You have always wondered if he was metal or flesh there, but been too afraid to ask. You get your answer now. Flesh, human, big. 

He doesn’t waste any time lining up at your entrance, and his dark eyes flick up to you to watch as he enters. Each inch stretches you out until you’re arching into his body, and he digs one hand into your hip. You whimper out against his size, the burn mixing with the pleasure in a way that has you nearly begging for more.

Once you have both adjusted enough, he starts to move. It’s slow at first, but it’s still enough to make your skin buzz. He’s divine, stretching you in a way that makes you feel like you’re experiencing Heaven on Earth. His hands dig into your hips, hard. You know there will be bruises there later, but the pain melds with the pleasure. It’s delectable, and you will happily wear his bruises. 

“God, you’re fucking incredible,” Genji says in between grunts. “Like you were made for me.”

He reaches his hand in between the two of you, his metal fingers starting to toy with your clit. How he is able to perfectly work you without even looking should be studied. He has you turning to mush in mere minutes. 

“You better scream out my name, baby. Let them all know who is fucking you so well,” he says as you start nearing another climax. Your hands find their way to his back, your nails digging in deeply. You know it hurts, but Genji hardly reacts. Maybe he likes the idea of wearing your bruises. 

“Genji,” you say softly, pleading. 

“Hm? Who is fucking you like this? Who do you belong to?” He says again, a smirk taking place as he picks up his pace. Your climax approaches fast, the burn curling through your core and making your legs shake. You toss your head back and dig your nails in even harder. 

“Genji!” You scream out, your voice breaking as your orgasm takes over. It hits you hard, making your visions be spotted with black and your brain short-circuit. You can’t think about anything, your brain blank except for the feeling of him fucking you. You whimper through the orgasm, your body still shaking as he keeps going. You didn’t think it was possible, but this one hit you harder than any others, from anybody. 

Genji is still unrelenting, chasing his own high. He starts to get sloppy, his grunts inconsistent. Your orgasm, your voice screaming his name, must have had more of an impact on him than he thought it would. You hold onto him as he continues thrusting into you, your hand running up and down his spine. It’s your turn to take care of him. 

“Come for me, Genji,” you coo softly. “I’m yours. Make me yours.”

Your soft voice makes him moan out, and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts even sloppier. His composure is slipping, and it’s delectable. You clenching around him, cooing his name, your touch on him, it’s enough for his composure to fall away completely, and his orgasm to rock over him. He drops onto one arm, still partially on top of you. His hand still digs into your hips, your hand still traces up and down his spine. The two of you stay like that for a while, breathless and holding each other. It’s intimate, and you love it. 

Genji does start moving eventually, though. He gets up and disappears into the bathroom, bringing back a cloth and cleaning you. It’s a good thing he does because you probably can’t get up right now if you tried. He carefully touches you, taking his time to make sure you are taken care of. You smile at him, your heart jumping in your chest as you watch him. God, you’re screwed. 

“Genji?” You say.

“Hm?” He says as he tosses the cloth onto the pile of clothes on the ground. He moves to the side of the bed and crawls in, pulling you into his arms. You snuggle into his chest, his scent filling your nostrils. 

“Are we…” You start, then a bitter laugh escapes you. How are you supposed to ask this? Genji tightens his grip on you, pulling you closer into his chest, and you lay against him. 

“Little angel, when I said that you’re mine, I meant it,” Genji says, his voice low. You shudder at it, the words feeling like a promise. “Whatever title you want to call me. I’m yours, just as you’re mine.”

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

LOYALTY - Dabi x f!reader

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synopsis: After years of being a Villain, you're trying to be good now.

Fucking a Villain isn't the same as being one.

Right?

word count: 7216

warnings: f!Black!reader. Reader is a foreigner and is very chronically ill, using a wheelchair while also having a tube in their throat for respiratory issues. club scene. implications of drinking and off-screen drug use (reader is high and probably drunk throughout the oneshot)

A/N: HI!!!!!!!! =D

I've been trying to write this for a year and finally got it out of me! This is a companion piece to my much longer wip, "Bury My Ashes at Sea" (aka Hex!fic). I have many companion pieces planned for AFTER Hex!fic, that would explore the events of their relationship more, but after seeing these pics of Dabi, this became a very impromptu entry. It was only supposed to be literally just a short scene about watching Dabi's face in the water but it uh...got away from me. I really hope I don't regret posting this first, but I had to get it out.

This is very MC centric, whereas Hex!fic and other companion pieces will be Dabi centric. This is also primarily angsty as you're kinda having an existential crisis!!!!!! I'm not super sure anybody's gonna like this but me, but if you do, I love you and hope you tell me everything you liked in the tags and comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy! &lt;3

(header made by the beautiful amazing @xxlvndrxxhzexx )

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You could always be found by the water.

The ocean was obviously your favorite, but any water would do. It called to you, no matter where it was. No matter where you were. Even if the closest thing you had was a bathtub, sometimes you just had to soak. Life felt worse if you didn’t. Your family used to joke that it was supposed to be your Quirk—it just got lost in the mail somewhere, or stuck in your already clusterfucked excuse for DNA.

It’s how they came up with the name Siren.

But you didn’t use that name anymore.

You were trying to be good now.

The music swelled and thumped in your chest, all while you sipped your drink through a straw in the corner, unfocused and unfazed. As soon as you heard there was a pool at this place, it was constantly tugging at the back of your head. You wandered around the party, head buzzing with a mixture of substances and a booming baseline, and still somehow ended up within view of the back door. No matter where you went, your eyes still glanced to the alluring outside. Maybe it was the drugs, but the longer you stayed here, the urge for the water was becoming an almost desperate pull. Like for some reason you were drowning on air. Eventually, you caved and decided to find your date before bailing. You clicked your teeth a few times and the fox-like creature standing guard beside you followed close to your wheels.

Apollon was a Quirk Pet, named so because of his psychokinetic Quirk. When you insisted on moving to Japan of all places—where they had enemies even more troublesome than the constant mass of Heroes everywhere—and refused to take any of your family or their allies, refused to use your support devices anymore, refused anything more from your Villain life than the house and the store they gave you, this was was your adoptive moms’ final attempt at a safety net for you.

At first you resisted—Quirk Pets were a relatively new (and sometimes dubiously bred) accessory for the Quirkless elite or their children to feel special like the rest of society, and that kind of flash didn’t exactly fit your attempt at a normal civilian lifestyle. The only people that could afford one of those things were high-profile Villains and crooked billionaires. But since your usual mode of assistance at the time was even less fit for civilian life, and you sure as hell weren’t taking a bunch of nursing staff, you relented. Of course, it didn’t take you long to fall in love with the little bastard.

It was at least a good signal for the more seasoned Villains to know you were someone somehow. You were seen enough around these spots now that they mostly left you alone, lumping you in with the rest of the regular slumming civs—Villain arm candy, nightly entertainment—which you supposed was what you technically were now. Apollon was never a part of your Villain life, so while you were conflictingly more comfortable in seedier places like this, he was on edge, showing his teeth at anyone who got too close.

Which, despite sleeping with him for a while now, still included Dabi.

It was a casual arrangement between the two of you. Sometimes you asked, sometimes he did. Tonight was him. Need my girl for something, the text read. You could never refuse when he called you that. He needed a way to get into this party—for recruitment purposes, you guessed—and a pretty little thing like you could get an invite with a plus one a lot easier than he could. It’s about the only time he ever took you out for anything other than crashing at your place. For someone who called herself retired and put an ocean between herself and her old life for a reason, you should’ve said no. But without the issue of his dealings—which technically he did not tell you about, per your relationship rules, and you were not participating in whatsoever— a party was a party. You worked hard. You were trying to be good now. Other civs were here, and a lot more often than you were. If they were still allowed their normie cards, then there wasn’t any reason you couldn’t get down and dirty every once in a while without having an existential crisis over it.

…As long as by ‘Once in Awhile’, you meant ‘Any Time He Gave You An Excuse’.

The first few times you tagged along to one of these events, it was typical for nosey audiences to be watching the two of you. Now it was only the has-beens and wannabes that still bothered you. You think you hated Villains with lingering Hero complexes more than overbearing civilians. At least you expected the latter to think you were less than them.

Do you know who that is? They’d corner you with hushed voices when Dabi was out of ear-shot, their tone implying anything other than conscious agency from the crippled foreigner.

The pope. What do you fucking think?

You’d want to shout Do you know who I am? Because the covered tattoo on your shoulder would shut them up real quick. But the answer would be, no.

They didn’t know who you were. That was the point. You didn’t talk about that on purpose.

Siren didn’t exist anymore.

You were trying to be good.

Lucky you, it didn’t take much longer to find Dabi. Good news: the VIP space was very close to the poolside door. Bad news: Based on his body language, you weren’t leaving any time soon. Whatever he was doing, it was getting irritating. He had the same stoic posture as usual, just with an impatiently tapping foot. And he wasn’t with any of the other thugs you saw him with earlier, the ones you guessed he was trying to win over. They were a lot more uppity than the people he usually dealt with, way too high-brow and established to risk dealing with an upstart like the League. You could’ve spared him the time and energy from the second you saw them talking—they were not League fans. Their tune was all wrong. And even if they were, they were far from meeting the type of standards a group like the League would be looking for.

Not that you knew what those standards were, of course. You didn’t ask and you insisted that you didn’t wanna know. No details, no involvement—those were the conditions you set. It was just a guess, guessing didn’t count. All you were here for was the drugs, the drinks, and the eventual sex. You were trying to be good now.

You took another drink.

Zzt zzt.

The sound of your phone snapped you out of your spiraling.

{if I wanted some stalker freak staring at me I would’ve brought toga.}

Dabi took a swig of his drink while his phone rested in his freehand. He didn’t acknowledge you in any other way.

Finally, you smiled.

{It’s not my fault. Stop being the prettiest boy in the room~}

You could see him roll his eyes from here.

Dabi had been your favorite thing to watch since you met him. Watching, listening, whatever you wanted to call it. It was a habit of yours that you had no intention on breaking—your ever-growing excuse to keep Siren closer to the surface than you should.

All the world was a stage and every human had a harmony to perform, and it used to be your job to chart out the melodies. It was the one and only skill you had over your family. You were almost certain it played a large part in your moms’ decision to take you in. It was always something you could do—you listened to your targets until you memorized every beat. Then you added your voice. Timing your words to the rhythm of their heartbeat, adapting to the tempo of their bones, matching the key of their Quirk with perfect pitch. A single missed step or chord out of place and you noticed like blood in the water. They’d be so enthralled with the perfect duet that they never noticed your voice leading the song. They never noticed that it was your show now and they were the mimicking puppet, blissfully following you all the way to the inevitable end at the bottom of your family’s shark-infested ocean.

Dabi was no different. Granted, you weren’t trying to kill or extort him, and his melody was a lot harder to tape down than others, you’d give him that. To put it bluntly, it was unpleasant. Repellent was an even better word. It sounded wrong, cacophonous. Like…two different songs layered on top of each other and fighting for the lead. Far too bright and intense and hot to listen for long. But somehow, he took the stage and paired the noise with an effortless stride. His steps were controlled, steady. So deceptively quiet you almost didn’t notice him the first time he was in your store. You watched him turn the madness into the most elegant choreography you’d ever seen. A swan on the water.

If it was anyone else, you would’ve minded your business. But maybe you’d been good for so long that now, you were just bored enough Siren couldn’t resist the challenge. Maybe it wasn’t anything to do with his song, but how you were so homesick you couldn’t ignore someone who felt so familiar, so much like the walking ghosts you were used to. Either way, you hadn’t stopped watching him since.

Although the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were the one under the spell.

Dabi didn’t entertain you with a further response, instead downing the rest of his drink. The sloshing liquid made you feel like you were swaying with it. It felt like you were being rocked by the waves. You closed your eyes again. Waves made you think of swimming, and swimming made you think of the pool. You turned your gaze to the outside to catch a glimpse of the water, but all you could see was the top of a table’s umbrella.

It took about five more seconds for you to solidify your decision.

[Come outside with me] You text Dabi quickly but you were already moving toward the door.

[no. why.]

[Want the water]

[course you do.]

[=(((((( Don’t be mean. If they’re gonna keep you waiting around, you might as well wait with me.]

Again, he didn’t respond. You pouted at your phone. Unfortunately, you were just high enough to try your luck a little further.

[Pretty please? I want you to sit with me.]

He exhaled, his shoulders twitching just a bit more than they should. A knowing grin grew on your face. Exactly what you were looking for. You studied his steps. You charted impossible melodies. You hummed along with harmonies that made your mouth burn until finally, you followed the performance. You could keep up with him. After months of watching his flawless routine, there was only ever one misstep. The only note you had on him.

I want you.

Didn’t matter when, how, or why you said it. Whenever you told him you wanted him, there was always a sudden stutter in his rhythm. Expertly corrected, blink and you’d miss it. Every performer knew that the audience only recognized mistakes if you told them, and Dabi was nothing short of a professional. You thought that was why he was so good at this. No one ever watched long enough to know the difference.

But you did.

You could dance and sing with the boy in the water all you wanted, but once he bleeds you’ll remember you have fangs.

You memorized the note and sang it again. And again. You watched him trip on the sound of your words until your mouth watered. Curiosity turned predatory—the part of Siren you couldn’t kill. As soon as you found that perfect note of desire, you couldn't help but sing encore after encore until they drowned in it. It was a compulsion. You tried variations. Different tempos, different octaves. You swished the sound around in your mouth and probed your tongue along its edges like a missing tooth. Strangely, it tasted cold. You wondered if that was the appeal, if every refrain was like a single drop of rain on him.

I want you to listen to this with me! I think you’ll like it. (Fingers twitch.) When are you coming back? I want to see you. (Throat clears.) Do you like sweets? I want to make something for you! (Rubs his neck.) I want you to stay. (Jaw tightens.) Want you to kiss me. Want you to touch me. Want you, right there, please, please, please. (A hitched breath.) (A harder kiss.) (A choked moan.)

But he never gave you more than a flinch. Never more than a glance at the waves before he corrected. It drove you a little nuts. You wanted to see him fall. You wanted to pull him under. How long would you need to hold the note to break his performance? How many times did he need to hear your song before he loved your voice more than air? Dabi wouldn’t even tell you his name. He couldn’t be mad you were like this. It was like dangling himself on a hook and expecting you not to bite.

You were trying to be good, but you can't change your nature.

When he still didn’t give you a response, you sighed—dramatically enough that he could see your shoulders lift and fall with the motion—but didn’t bother pestering him further. There was a fine line between playful banter and being a pest when it came to Dabi, and you were getting quite proud of yourself for figuring out how to blur the boundaries, just enough to get under his skin in a good way. If anything, it made the sex better.

Instead, you clicked your teeth a few times for Apollon to follow you and help you out the door. The second the night air hit your face, you exhaled. You hadn’t realized how stifled you felt inside. Out here, everything was so still. You stopped moving and inhaled the moonlight. The silvery threads were cool and calming against your skin. It was like you stepped into the safety of a liminal space, outside of time, outside of the rest of the world. Only the dampened boom of the music to remind you of the real world waiting behind you.

When you opened your eyes again, the glow of the pool was waving along any surface it could reach. It kissed you with the same light, calling you. Apollon perched himself on the poolside table closest to you as you moved closer to the water. You kept moving until you reached the light, until the purples and blues lighting up the water rippled along your face. The closer you got, the more urgent it felt. Like something was lurking behind you and this was the only sanctuary.

There was a reason humans always searched for water to repent.

You snapped out of it when Apollon chirped with concern. He watched you from on top of the table, curled into a comfortable ball. Any closer and you would’ve sunk like a rock.

“Oh, stop. You’re not gonna let me fall in.” You laughed it off. Apollon responded best in English, by design. A small security measure to make sure he only responded to you. Not that he didn’t ignore everyone else anyway.

You pointed at your high heels. “Help me take these off.”

He made another quiet noise to let you know his hesitance, but did what you asked. Your heels floated from your feet first, then with another point, you floated down to the edge of the pool. Apollon kept pressure on your spine so you could sit up properly—you were a ragdoll outside of your wheelchair, even on a sober night. This way, you could dangle your feet in the pool.

You were weightless like this. It was the only time you could really move so easily. You didn’t even mind the freezing water. The cold forced you to take in a slow breath, and it was like the first breath you’ve taken all night. It cleared up your head a little, drifted you back to the floating cloud of your high. You closed your eyes and let yourself sway to the music. It changed to a song you knew, warped by the DJ to be slower and pitched down. It sounded distant and muffled, like you were listening underwater.

(“It’s a secret society. All we ask is trust. All we got is us…”)

You hummed along under your breath and lost yourself in the ripples of the water. The coolness kept the doubt away, so much so that you nearly forgot what made you so desperate to come outside in the first place.

And then you noticed the moon.

Or the lack thereof, rather. A waning crescent. The reflection glistened on top of the neon glow of the pool. A tiny sliver of light, uselessly persisting against its shadowy fate, even its reflection nearly swallowed by the dancing blue of the water. Your stomach twisted at the sight. Once again, you were suffocating. Peace evaporated just as soon as it arrived. Now the music only reminded you of what you were running from. The walls were closing in on you, just like that moon. It was only something you could avoid for so long.

You were trying to be good, but you can’t change fate. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…”)

If you want out, then be out. Your eldest sister’s voice echoed over the thumping bass in your head, the last thing she said to you after finding out about your recent flirting with Villainy. Her disappointed tone still shivered hollow in your bones. You could always tell when it was her talking and not the spirits using her Channeling Quirk—while they always twisted her features into the manic bloodthirst most were familiar with, she, herself, only ever looked tired. You haven’t seen or heard from her since, but her voice still haunted you like one of her ghosts. Looming in the shadows, like that moon’s underbelly, chastising your indecision.

Even now, Apollon could help you swim if you wanted. Would keep the water from getting into the tube in your throat. But this is all you do. It was the same problem no matter where you ran.

You can never commit.

("Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…")

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jumped, once again getting snapped out of your spiraling. You tilted your head all the way back, Apollon supporting your movements but not enough to let you fall. Dabi was near the door, a cigarette dancing between his fingers now instead of a drink. His delicate face was scrunched up with a rare expressive look.

“There he is!” You smiled, bright and inebriated. There was a sigh of relief in your voice. Your favorite distraction, always in the nick of time. “I knew you’d miss me. Or were you just bored?”

“Wanted a smoke.” He mumbled around the stick now pressed between his lips, his expression returned to its usual sour scowl. He narrowed his eyes at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Just needed some air,” you said, swallowing the automatic ‘nothing’ and opting for more believable half-honesty. Dabi didn’t tell you his full truth, and right now you weren't interested in telling him yours. “Think I’m getting a bad trip. Got really paranoid all of a sudden.”

“Don’t get so fucked up I gotta deal with you crashin' later. ‘M not your babysitter.”

“Oh, such a Gentleman.”

Without another word, he cupped his hands around the cigarette, blue light sparking it to life. You watched him blow out a stream of smoke, staying downwind from you. He didn’t say anything more, so you signaled Apollon to sit you back up and returned to kicking at the water.

As soon as you weren't looking, you felt the blue embers of his gaze heating up your back again. You pretend you didn’t notice, only because you knew it drove him nuts. Another one of his rare tells. Dabi hated talking, but if he thought you were ignoring him you could nearly count to a beat when he’d speak again.

1. 2. 1-2-3-4—

Exhale.

“You fall into that, m’not fishin’ you out.”

You smiled to yourself. (”I’m always on your mind…”)

“That’s fine. I got Pollo.” You said with a shrug. You played your part well. Nonchalant and coy. You thought he liked it better when you pretended not to know what he wanted.

Apollon chirped smugly and Dabi scoffed again. You still weren't looking at him. Eventually, you heard him stomp out his cig, followed by his heavy footsteps. You feel the heat from his body before anything else. He sat behind you, just close enough to place his hands around your hips, but Apollon growled before he could fully reach you. A psychic pulse kept his hands from getting any closer, like a sudden field of gravity.

“Call off your damn beast,” Dabi snapped. Your snickering only made him more irritated.

“Pollo, be nice. Let him go.”

Another disapproving growl. He did what you asked, but laid down and kept an unflinching gaze on Dabi, waving his tail in the air to sense any changes before they happened. There was a grumble from Dabi you couldn’t make out, then his hands were finally on you. Warmer than you usually liked, but not completely uncomfortable. He was irritated. Maybe tired too.

“You’re freezing,” he said. His grip briefly tightened on you again, tugging you a little closer to him and out of the water before you placed your hands on his to stop him. The idea of leaving the water still made your stomach drop.

“Aww. You care about me.”

His voice sharpened. “You’re not much use to me sick, are you?”

“Guess not.” When he bristled at your matching sarcasm, you laughed under your breath. “So, I take it by your current winning attitude that recruitment isn’t going well?”

“Thought you didn’t wanna know the details?”

“It doesn’t count if I can guess.” You pouted. “But you’re right, you don’t have to tell me if—”

“No. It’s not going well,” Dabi snapped. Usually he played along a little longer. He must've been more tired than you thought.

He exhaled deeply, then you felt his forehead resting against your back. He grumbled against your skin.

“Waste of my fuckin’ time. Nothin’ but tasteless trash, as usual.”

“Don’t you usually kill them when they’re like that?” You started rubbing your thumb along the top of his hand, trying to aid the soothing process.

“Gotta squeeze some money out of ‘em first.”

“Oh? The League’s broke?” You said. “I can pack up some leftover food from the store if you need it.”

“Typically humans need more than sweets to live.”

“Damn, that’s wild. But see, there’s also this thing called takeout, and I have like, a real job, so I can exchange money for goods and services.”

“Doesn’t sound very uninvolved to me.”

You took back what you said—he was fine. You could feel his petty little smirk on your back. The banter was probably helping him recover, the bastard.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before continuing. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, doll. Haven’t starved yet, not gonna start now. Just got a few more negotiations before I can seal the deal.”

“Negotiations?” You quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You know that ‘trash’ is planning on jumping you later, right?”

“Aw, you care about me.”

You smiled back, poisonously sweet. “Not very useful to me dead, are you?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t make much of a difference. I’m already dead.”

This time it was you that bristled at his answer.

He said it on purpose. You could feel the smirk still there. On a normal night, it would only be mildly irritating. You’d ignore it, or sidestep. He’d commented about being dead since you’ve known him—it was such a common statement out of his mouth that you wondered if he was trying to remind you or himself. Still, you always flinched. It never mattered that you knew what he was doing, that you heard the intentionally dropped beat in the performance every time, you always fell for the bait. He loved reminding you that it wasn't just you.

He had your number too.

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet. If he noticed, he ignored it.

“Wasn’t joking.”

Again, he was just as bad as you. Pressing the only button he knew just to hear how your voice stalled.

Just to see for a fact that he affected you.

Salt drenched your tongue and turned your voice bitter. It was to the point where you didn’t trust the sound it'd make if you spoke, so you swallowed it down to the best of your ability and focused back on the water. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your sour notes. It was what he wanted after all. When Dabi was mean, his song turned cold. Feral flames swapped for a freezing arctic. It was a lot more effective on you. You could be as good as you wanted, but the ocean’s salt would always linger on your skin, and mixing salt with ice seared just like a flame.

Both of you were too stubborn to get off the stage first, so it was a frequent competition to see who would win: your drive to pull him under or his drive to push you away and prove himself right.

There was blood in the water and demons were just as hungry as sirens.

There was a long, tense silence between the two of you. Ignoring him worked just as well as anything you’d say or do. You’d silently steep in the toxic waves and poison you both before you gave in. But soon, you felt his mouth moving against your back. Slow, soft. Absent, even. It was something to do with his mouth other than suck on a cig, but most importantly it was something you couldn’t ignore. Even if you wouldn't talk to him, his presence was still undeniable.

For someone who insisted he was dead, he sure did hate when people acted like he wasn’t around.

He gradually inched up to your shoulder, then your neck. His body temperature slowly cooled to the usual warmth you sunk into. You hated how nice this was when you were still so irritated. Even with the tiniest touch, his heat spread through the branches of your veins like a good high. Fireworks bursting in slow motion. Champagne bubbles floating to the top until your head was swimming again. With your lack of muscle, it was hard as hell to gain warmth and just as easy to lose it. Dabi made you so spoiled. A few hours in his presence and you forgot how cold the rest of the world was without him. Even the water seemed warmer. You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. The sound morphed into a quiet hum under your breath.

“I noticed, by the way.”

Dabi’s voice interrupted the syrupy sound of your humming and pulled you back to your irritation. At some point, you leaned over for him to get a better angle at your neck. His mouth moved with a little more intention now, possession tinging his lips. There was no way you were going back inside without a few new marks to show for it. Dabi’s apologies were never spoken, only delivered in deeper kisses, lighter touches, softer words. Whatever he can to make you feel good.

“What?” Your voice still came out as a cross murmur.

“The thugs that are gonna jump me? I noticed,” he said. “Kill ‘em later. After I get you home.”

The word made you tense again. He said it so goddamn casually. He started slipping every now and then and calling your place ‘home’. You didn’t think it started intentionally, but as soon as he heard your voice shake in response, it was too late. It didn’t take long for an accident to turn into a test. Now he did it at least once every time you saw him. More so if he thought he made you legitimately upset. Whenever he spoke it, there was always a question hidden in the off beat. A whisper, something cold again. Like a toe in the water to make sure you really wouldn’t bite. (”Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty…”)

Normally, you would take the time to sing around his trap and answer correctly, dodging anything that would be too encouraging (or you’d scare him off) without being too discouraging (or you’d never hear that chilled vulnerability again). But tonight, it was especially irritating. That little timid voice still asking if it’s safe, like you would leave him for this littlest thing. Like you were the flight risk. Like he wasn’t the one literally reminding you that he would never stay. Nothing you want would ever stay. No matter how far you ran, no matter how good you pretended to be, you were doomed to watch it die and fade away, just like that moon.

How dare he call your place home when the only space he planned on claiming as his was six feet under.

You finally gave in and let the salt flavor your tongue. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t fuck corpses.”

“Oh? Since when?”

“Since always, jackass.”

There was a brief pause before he shrugged again. ”Guess you can go home then.”

“Dabi.”

He laughed. A quiet, wheezy chuckle that paired perfectly with his smirk. It made an irritatingly pleasant shiver run along your thighs, even now. He returned his mouth below your ear and you let him.

“There’s my girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You scowled, but still decided to signal Apollon to let you slouch back into him. “Keep ruining my buzz like this and you won’t have to worry about the thugs. I’ll kill you myself.”

Another whispered sound of smug amusement brushed against your hair. “I’d let you try.”

“How romantic.”

The lazy rhythm of Dabi’s lips was replaced by the slow drag of his fingertips along your arm. Compared to the rest of him, his scarless fingers felt like silk. You wiggled yourself closer so your head was underneath his chin. You were barely in the water anymore. He was sneaky, tangling you further into the seductive heat of his body with every inch you relinquished to him from Apollon. It looked as cozy as it felt, you were sure.

But cozy or not, even this was calculated. You almost always did this after he said those stupid comments about dying or already being dead. Obviously he wasn’t. But he said it with such conviction, and the sound of his voice was never the right pitch for sarcasm or jokes. Despite what you could clearly see with your eyes, it always made you so anxious. So, in your cuddled position, you angled a little so your ear was against his chest, and you listened. It probably would’ve been even more subtle to check his pulse points, but Dabi’s wrists were covered in too much scar tissue for you to ever get a good reading. Instead, you could always hear it thudding along the healthy strip of his chest. After a few seconds, you would pull out your phone and use it to count.

It was always still beating. Maybe a little faster than it should be from all the stress he put his body under, but still beating. Still breathing. Still here.

Dying, maybe. But not dead.

You were very aware it was an important difference.

Once upon a time, it was just another part of the deal. Dabi was clearly hellbent on checking out, but that terminality was one of the main appeals. You knew what Villains were like. He was just as temporary as you were. This way, you could both get your kicks, you could get the teetering threat of relapse out of your system, and there wouldn’t be any reason for attachments when you both knew exactly what you were getting into. Limited time was built in the design. Quick, easy, painless.

You wonder if he used the same justifications for you in the beginning.

You wonder if it was backfiring for him the same way.

It was why you left. You spent your whole life being told and expecting that you would be the buried, not the burier. It was the bond your whole villainy was based off of. Everyone was dying here. You were all on a train to Hell one way or another. It didn’t matter how or why. You all had the same destination, the same rage, the same brutal apathy. Death was inevitable, and the only thing that mattered was making sure every Hero fuck that signed your sentence felt it when you finally reached that stop. It was a lot less scary when you had people to laugh about it with. It was spoken like a badge of honor. Yeah, the world wants me dead too. Come on in.

And then you woke up one day with the audacity to want to live. (”I’m hangin’ on the fence again…”)

The realization gnawed at you with panicked desperation. You looked around and discovered that everyone you loved was dying much faster than you, killing themselves in a blaze of glory. This wasn’t a party, it was a suicide pact. None of the civs or the Heroes tried to intervene because this was the point—the job was being done for them. The only way to win the game was to not play at all. Get to the exit. Live.

But it was what the Heroes never understood, and something you should’ve known better.

Everyone else always knew where the exit was.

It was always there, in blinking neon, unlocked and unguarded. Anyone could leave whenever they wanted. It’s why no one tried to stop you. This was what your Moms did, after all, since they retired from their own battle wounds—worked in the shadows, helped those who wanted out disappear without a trace, supported those who didn’t, take in the unwanted in-betweens until they could make a choice. Like you. Like your family. Like your sister.

Everyone knew they were free to go, but there was never anything to save.

And this is what Heroes would never understand. Why things would never get better until the question was addressed. They could point out the exit sign all they wanted, try to heroically lead them into a bright new future, but every Villain would always ask the same thing:

Why?

You didn’t think you’d be waiting here, dancing with the burning boy on the train tracks, if you ever found a good answer.

(”10-4, no switchin’ sides…”)

You looked up at him without moving your head. His eyes were fixed on the still water with an empty gaze. He was somewhere far away, farther than you could reach. Sometimes Dabi looked so goddamn fragile you thought you’d split at the seams, like him. The blue reflection from the water danced along his skin like his flames, and he looked so beautiful in your element that your chest ached at the unfairness of it all. You never wanted a Quirk more in your life. You wanted to be able to hum and wrap his wounds in water. Put the pain that was so loudly screaming out of his skin to rest with soft, cool lullabies. Whisper a single sound and keep him here with you a little longer.

You insisted that you didn’t want to be involved, but you started keeping ice packs and bandages tucked away for him, in the same spot as the black market quirk suppressants you still keep for your sister, just in case. The occult and mysticism books you borrowed about restless ghosts were piled with the new highlighted articles about burn wounds. You memorized the numbers of Dabi’s burner phones like everyone in your family, and you couldn’t help clocking the twitches and tells of the men he talks to like you were still a good spy for the cause. You let him stay in your house, your bed.

You let him hear you sing. (”Ain’t no other love like the one I know…”)

Sometimes, on the rare occasions you woke up before him, and he was still sleeping softly next to you, you thought about telling Apollon to bring you the syringe in the cupboard. They only worked for about two hours on your sister anymore, but you were sure Dabi wouldn’t have as much of a tolerance. You could keep him from going back out there. Without a Quirk, Apollon could easily keep him from running away or trying to fight. He would be safe, and you could finally, finally do something other than watch while those you loved destroyed themselves. There was no need to go back inside. It’s safer in the water. Stay, stay, stay.

But you can never commit.

You were trying to be good.

The song was long over but it still played in your head. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty”)

It haunted you with a demand you couldn’t run from. (”Tell me who you’re loyal to”) You said you wanted to move far away from your old life, but you made sure that your store was far on the outskirts of town, off the path for Heroes, easily accessible for any undesirables that might need some bread or sweets, or a place to warm up…or flowers for their mom. You said you didn’t want to be a Villain anymore, but you wouldn’t serve licensed Heroes.

(”I said, tell me who you’re loyal to”) You refused to use your support items, but the metal rings around your fingers never felt as heavy as when you were sitting on the train, listening to the civs gush about Heroes. You were trying to be good, but you listened to them cheer and celebrate the capture of the ones like you—the people you love (“Does it start with your woman or your man?”)—and your perfect pitch stalls. It was the one note you couldn't hit. They made you want to honey your voice like you used to, lead them along like oblivious puppets. Warp the role of non-threatening into a eulogy for the ones that forced it on you, the last sound they ever heard before the snarls of your family’s bloodthirsty Quirks. (“Does it end with your family and friends?”)

But then you remember what happened last time. The blood. The screaming. Something suffocating on itself. It was why you left, wasn’t it? You knew better. There was only one thing this life could give you. You were cursed just like that moon. At some point, there would be no more delaying it. It felt right, it felt like home, but when you woke in the morning there was no one left but you.

So in the end, you always kept your mouth clenched shut.

You were trying to be good.

(”Are you loyal to yourself in advance?”)

“Dabi.” You spoke with your own eyes on the water, fixated on the rippling moon. “Can we go?”

“Now?”

You nodded. There was a sudden spark of urgency inside you. You couldn’t stand to be in this place for another second. You were trying to be good now. There was a house waiting for you. For him. You didn't have to go back in there. You could lock yourselves behind those doors and sing until he didn’t remember there was a life before your voice, until his touch burned the blood from your skin and finally made you clean again. You would cling to what you loved until you wasted away or they did, and not a second sooner.

You tilted your head to kiss Dabi’s neck. Just a single, soft smooch. You knew he couldn’t feel it there, but you always did it anyway, leaving a bright red lipstick mark as proof. Mine. If you weren't allowed anything else, this counted as something.

“Want you.” You looked up at him from the crook of his neck. It was the truest thing you said all night. “Please?”

He stared at you. The full force of his sapphire eyes was disarming, like his own siren charm. You could tell that he was studying your face for something. Like he knew there was more to your shifting mood tonight than a bad trip. There was something hidden in your notes—something silent, something off. But you wouldn’t let him hear it. He wouldn’t even tell you his name. He didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to tell him.

“Yeah. Alright.” His stare never wavered, like he was still focused on listening. But when you still wouldn’t give him what he was searching for, he started to move. “They should be back by now.”

He whistled at Apollon and nodded his head toward you. For as much as they didn’t like each other, they’d gotten into a groove. Moving in time with their own routine, at least when it came to you. It was a seamless transition—you barely had the chance to wobble before the weightless feeling of your pet’s Quirk replaced his embrace.

But as soon as Dabi left, you shuttered. It was a jarring shock. The cold seeped into your bones until your limbs were heavy with ice. You cussed with chattering teeth. Apollon floated you back in your chair quick enough, but the cold overshadowed everything. It caused time to start again. How long had you been out here? When did the song change? You didn’t recognize it. The bass thumped in your chest to an ominous rhythm that felt more like a hungry threat. The growl of the inevitable before it swallowed you whole. It was enough to snuff out what little sparks of resistance you were gaining. Instead, they were replaced with a desperate need. You kept saying you didn’t want to be involved, but what good was abstinence when this was your reward? The water kept you safe and secure, but what was the point of safety without warmth?

You were trying to be good, but you were so, so cold.

“You comin’?” Dabi turned to your shivering form. You heard the ghostly echo of a familiar song, refusing to die, whispering with his waiting steps and wrenching itself in the center of your ribs.

(”All I want is, all I want is…”)

“Yeah.” Your voice is a resignation. Out of the cold, but into the dark.

At least he’s a light.

[fastlikealambo]

The Night We Met|| Mafia!Eddie Munson x Black!Fem Reader

Summary: How Mafia! Eddie and Reader met one wintry night at The Hideout. 

As cheesy as you think. 

Triggers: Violence, a little bit of violence against the reader (not eddie.) and use of pet names.

Other Mafia! Eddie Fics

You Should See Me In A Crown.

 You had the whole night planned: a long luxurious bath, your favorite pasta from the italian place down the street, and ending the night slowly rotting in front of your tv. The perfect way to end the worst week of your new job. 

You should have had your doctorate by now but two failed theses later, you’re a teaching assistant to a professor who can’t remember your name and assist students who really don’t give a shit.

But instead of your perfect night, you’re in your shortest skirt and heels in the middle of an Indiana winter, trekking to The Hideout with your coworker you barely knew  who apparently pregamed before you two met up.

“One drink Tracy and that’s it!” You reminded the tipsy brunette who ignored you before sauntering into the dive bar.

The bar is unusually packed for a Friday night in Hawkins and the moment your ass gets settled on a bar stool you regret leaving your apartment for this. 

“ Tracy, do you want a drink?”  You asked, turning around to see Tracy not next to you anymore but at a full table further away laughing.  

It vaguely occurs to you that Tracy used you for a ride to a shitty dive bar and that you could be upset about it or you could go and introduce yourself to the table full of drunk strangers.

Or you could just go home.

“Jack & Coke for you.” The bartender snaps you out of your decision making process.

“Oh, I didn’t order this, I actually haven’t ordered anything yet. ” You said, confusion falling over your features and the grumpy bartender only rolled his eyes.

“Courtesy of that guy over there, he does this shit a lot.”  The bartender said and jerked his head in the direction of a bushy mustached man in a beer stained polo who raised his glass in your direction, licking his chapped lips. 

To not be murdered you politely raised the bought drink before pushing it to the side of the bar out of polo guy’s line of sight. You turn around to order a water instead when something stops you in your tracks, the little voice in your head telling you to turn back around one more time.

 From a dark corner of the bar, a cloud of cigarette smoke veils the majority of his face but you can see two ringed fingers clutching a cigarette, placing it between two pouty lips. 

You don’t  have to see his eyes to know that they are on you.

Suddenly parched and tired, you turn back around to chug your water and grab the stupid jean jacket you bought with you instead of an actual winter coat. Tracy barely looks in your direction as you waved goodbye before heading out into the night, trying to ignore the urge to go back inside and get a good look at the mystery man.

“Hey bitch, you don’t know how to say thank you?” A slurred voice booms in the quiet parking lot and you nearly drop your keys at the sight of polo guy teeter tottering on shaky legs towards you.

“Thank you, you can go back inside now.” You said in a cold tone, opening your car door only for him to close it.

“Say pretty please.” He spits out, holding his arms on either side of you, trapping you against the car.

Instead of doing that, you bring your knee to his groin hard, using the distraction to make your way to the other side of the car losing your shoe in the process. For a drunk man, he recovers quickly, his  hand an inch from your face before the audible click of a gun makes you both freeze.

A gun to the back of polo guy’s head has him lowering his hand instantly.  You recognize the ringed fingers wrapped around the trigger like you had known those hands all your life. Your mystery man came into full view, a vision of short brown curls and big brown eyes.

What a beautiful man with a deadly weapon.

“I-I didn’t know she was yours Munson, I was just playing around, I swear.” Polo guy blubbers and mystery man said nothing.

“ You want to play? Let’s play, just you and me.” The man called Munson said calmly before putting the gun to polo guy’s temple.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, please!” Polo guy whimpers but Munson only shakes his head.

“Not me, her.”

Polo guy falls to his knees in front of you, begging and pleading before Munson lowers the gun and polo guy takes off like a bat out of hell.  

Those eyes are you again, gun disappearing out of sight immediately yet Munson makes no move in your direction, his face softening, a mixture of concern and wonder spreading across his face like he’s seen the sun for the very first time. It’s both comforting and baffling at the same time as you stand there in silence.

You can’t remember the last time anyone has looked at you like that.

“Did he hurt you?” He said in a soft voice, assessing your features for any sign of injury but you simply shook your head, suddenly exhausted by the whole damn evening.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, princess.”

“I’m not your princess.”

Munson chuckled lightly before crouching under your car and pulled out your dirty shoe.

“ From where I’m standing, you’re Cinderella, may I?” He asked, holding out the shoe. 

Against your better judgment, you nod and he crouches again, ready and waiting as you lift your foot and slide into the shoe, your hand on his back to keep from falling.

 He makes a theatrical production out of buckling your shoe but your laugh is replaced by a small shiver as his lips brush your ankle ever so quickly and ever so lightly.

“ All set, princess.” Munson said roughly, standing up nice and slow.

“I have a name you know and for the last time, I’m not your princess.” You said, arms folded across your chest, an attempt at being stern that is failing miserably.

“Well my name is Eddie, would you like to be?”

And that’s another Mafia!Eddie fic for the books! If you have any other Mafia!Eddie requests, let me know!

[blacklilyqueen]

Messages (Rexsoka Week 2022)

Prompt: Rexsoka Week 2022 Day 1: Revenge/Rebels

Summary: Rex sent Ahsoka a very distracring message and she’s paying him back.

Pairing: Rexsoka

Word Count: 2649 words

Warnings/tags: smut, blowjob, fingering, vaginal penetration, cock slapping, nudes, dick pic

Author’s note: This is based on this headcanon by @lizzowinkyface

Tagged Blogs: @officialrexsoka​

Read it on AO3

“Rex, I really need to go.”

His hands were on her side and she leaned her head back against the wall as he continued kissing her neck. Gently biting down on the tender flesh from time to time.

“Then go. I’m not holding you back,” the vibrations of his deep voice send shivers through her skin, as he spoke in between wet kisses.

“I’m being serious. Anakin is going to be super mad at me, if I’m late.”

“I was being serious too,” he left a kiss on the sweet spot of her neck, followed by him sucking it. Ahsoka moaned out loud, pressing her body closer to his, “If you want to go,” his hand traveled between her legs, making her whimper, “Then I won’t hold you back.”

Ahsoka’s mind went blank for a moment. There was nothing but the two of them. His hand wasn’t moving, it just stayed there between her legs and yet she could feel herself getting wetter with every second passing. On any other day she would have completely given in to his touch. Would have let him please her and would have pleased him.  She would have enjoyed the thought of his mouth licking and sucking more than just her neck, would have encouraged him to do so much more. But to her great despair today wasn’t one of those days.

The grin Rex had kept on his face up until this moment faded, when Ahsoka gently put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. Their eyes met, but neither of them said a word. Ahsoka leaned forwards to place a small kiss on his lips, before turning around and leaving the room.

On her way to Anakin, she was still trying to clear her mind, when she heard a beep coming from the datapad she was holding, informing her that someone had send her a message. After taking a quick look at the still locked screen, she realized that it was Rex who messaged her. A split second before she opened the message a strange feeling overcame her, telling her that it may not be the best idea to open it now, but she quickly ignored it and opened the message, immediately regretting her decision.

The message said “Hope you have a good meditation with General Skywalker, do concentrate ;)”. Underneath of it was a blurred picture. When she clicked on it the entire picture got revealed. It showed Rex laying on his bed. He had removed his armor, giving her a full view of his naked torso. The muscles of his arms were tensed, making Ahsoka feel the urge to touch them. But that wasn’t what made the picture so…special. Rex hadn’t just removed the upper part of his armor, he had removed everything, including his Blacks that were now hanging between his thighs, giving her a full view of his dick. He had one hand wrapped around his fully erected member.

Ahsoka frantically looked around her, hoping that no one was around and could have possibly seen the picture she was just starring at. When she realized no one was around, she turned her attention back to it. She felt a warm filling her lower regions, while staring at the massive cock in Rex’s hand. Part of her wanted to just turn around, run to him and do all kinds of things with him instead of just looking at that stupid picture. But she couldn’t. She had to meet Anakin and didn’t have any time for more distractions. And Rex had known that when he sent her that picture.

She didn’t know when or how she was going to get back at Rex for this, but she knew that she would do it. To her surprise when would come a lot sooner than she expected.

“Snips? What’s up with you today? You’re not focused at all.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I will concentrate more.”

Anakin sat opposite to her, both of them with their legs crossed. Ahsoka’s hands rested on her knees as she straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath in. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on her meditation again. But as soon as she did that, the image of Rex with his dick in his hand appeared in her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her meditation. Despite trying her best, Anakin quickly realized she still wasn’t focused.

“Ahsoka! You need to take this more seriously. It’s important for a Jedi to stay focused and not get distracted. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

For a moment she actually believed that she was able to concentrate, when her mind wandered back to the image of Rex. She felt like she could feel his lips on her skin again and got lost in her memory of what he’d done earlier.

When Anakin noticed her being distracted this time, she didn’t just get a little lecture. Instead, she would have to do night watch for the next week. She hated night watch. It was so boring, nothing ever happened and despite there being some other guards, they were all in different parts of the base, meaning she was mostly on her own.  

After her lesson ended, she was heading to the bridge, hoping to find Rex there. If he was going to put her in such a position, he could at least finish what he started. Unfortunately, it turned out that he wasn’t there. One of the soldiers informed her that Rex and a small squad had been sent out with Anakin to explore the area. At first, she was disappointed to find out he wasn’t there to help her with the problem he caused, when she realized that this was actually a great opportunity to get some revenge.

Their ship had landed some clicks away from the base. The territory around the base was safe and this was just a routine mission to see if there was any danger in the larger area around. Before leaving the ship, Rex was briefing his man on what each of their individual responsibilities would be. He just finished his speech and was about to collect his things like the rest of the men and the general, when he heard his datapad beeping.

Noticing that it was Ahsoka who had sent him a picture, he immediately felt like this was going to be a payback for what he did earlier. But despite knowing that what he would see, would probably take all of his attention until he saw her again, he still opened the message, after making sure that no one else could see it.

“Good luck on the mission, Rexter, hope that mission doesn’t take to long.”

After taking a look at the picture that she sent, Rex was hoping that this mission wouldn’t take long too. His jaw dropped a bit when he looked at it for the first time. He had expected that she would tease him a bit. Maybe send him a picture of her boobs or herself in underwear. She usually didn’t send pictures of herself that showed too much, but this time was different.

The picture showed her entire body, not just part of it. Every single piece of her clothes was gone, revealing her most private parts to him. Her head was leaned back and her mouth wide open as if she was moaning. A quick look between her wide spread legs revealed why she was moaning. Ahsoka had shoved two of her fingers inside of herself and even on the picture Rex could see how wet she was.

His mind immediately created an image of her pumping those fingers in and out of her tight pussy, slowly at first, but getting faster and faster with every pump. The entire time she would be moaning his name, wishing that he would just take her. He already felt a bulge forming under the hard plastaroid, when another message appeared.

“Too bad you weren’t here to finish what you started.”

When Rex left the ship, all he could think about were Ahsoka’s messages. If he was still on the base, he could be taking her right now. He wouldn’t just have to think about the wetness between her legs, but could instead taste it on his lips. He could see her boobs jumping up and down, squeeze them, lick them, suck them. He could hear her moans, asking him for more and he would gladly fulfil all of her wishes.

For the rest of the mission Rex wasn’t nearly as focused as he usually was. His mind constantly wandered back to the image of her pleasing herself, making him forget his surroundings. Kix had to ask him a couple of times if anything was alright, but Rex just tried to play it off. One time he was so distracted that he tripped over a root on the ground, knocking Jesse down with him.

“Rex, I don’t know what’s making you lose concentration today, but you need to sort things out. You’re acting worse than Ahsoka. I really don’t know what’s up with the two of you today.”

The general looked at him with a look of confusion and disappointment. Rex came up with a quick apology, assuring that it wouldn’t happen again. This was going to be a long mission.

­With the sun setting, Ahsoka’s night watch had begun. She had now been standing in the same corridor for almost two hours and she really couldn’t think of anything more boring than this. Sometimes her gaze wandered longingly to the room, in which she and Rex had been making out earlier that day. What an irony that Anakin had assigned her to guard this exact corridor.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming forwards her. All of her alarm bells started ringing and she was ready to fight whoever was coming near her. But when she saw who was coming, she just stood there completely puzzled.

“Rex? What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question.”

“Anakin decided that I should be on night watch for the next week, after I couldn’t concentrate during meditation, due to some very mysterious circumstances.”

A laugh erupted from his throat, making Ahsoka glare angrily at him, her arms crossed before her chest.

“This isn’t funny! This is all your fault. Are you happy of what you did?”

“I’m not laughing because of this. Well, at least not only because of it. It’s always good to know what kind of impact such a picture can have on you. I wish I would have been there to see it.”

Another angry glare from Ahsoka made him quickly continue.

“I’m laughing, because after you sent me this absolutely beautiful and stunning picture of yours,” his eyes quickly wandered up and down her, giving her a small smile, “I had some trouble concentrating as well. And after the Skywalker realized this, he decided that I should be on night guard this week as well, making sure everyone is staying at their assigned position.”

Ahsoka unfolded her arms from her chest, looking at him baffled, trying to comprehend what he just said.

“Wait, so we’re both got each other in trouble and ended up being put on watch as a punishment?”

“Yes, I guess Skywalker didn’t want to come up with a new idea, so he decided to just use your punishment for me as well,” he grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, “But considering that I can pretty much choose, where I’m going to be and can stay with you for a while if I want it’s not that much of a punishment. After all I take my task really seriously. I’m supposed to make sure everyone is in the right position and right now, I think you should be in a lot of different positions.”

“Fair point,” Ahsoka giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. Rex’s hands rested on her ass, pulling her up and carrying her into the small room.

Soon their clothes were spread all over the floor. Rex hands were groping her tits, before he started sucking on them. He left small marks all over them, as he licked and bit the soft flesh. When he started playing with her nibs, rolling them between his fingers and flicking his tongue over them, she threw her head back and let out a lustful scream.

One of his hands let go of her breasts and went between her legs instead. Ashoka moaned, when he pushed a finger inside her. His thumb played with her clit, only making her moan louder. He soon added a second finger, both of them now pushing inside of her. When he hooked his fingers, he knew that he had hit just the right spot, after she started screaming louder and louder. He could feel her getting wetter with every push.

Ahsokas nails grabbed Rex for support. With both the stimulation of her clit and g-spot she wouldn’t last any longer. She moaned his name, when the first orgasm of that night hit her. Her walls tightened around his fingers and she leaned onto him as her orgasm slowly wore off.

While he kept spoiling her, her hand wandered to his dick and began to stroke it. He was so thick that she had problems wrapping her hand entirely around him. She pumped him with one hand, while the other played with his balls. His groans send shivers through her chest and she quickened her pace.

Before he knew what was happening, she was already down on her knees and taking him in her mouth. Rex grabbed the top of her head, while he moaned her name. Her hand was still striking the bottom of his cock, while she took him in deeper every time she pushed down on him. She could feel her gag reflex, when she took him in almost completely, but before she could back away, she felt Rex hand on her head, pushing her down deeper on him. His cock was now fully down her throat, when he loosened his grip and she could move her head up again. As she did so, her tongue played with the vein on the downside of his dick, making him moan her name again. She took in a deep breath, once he was out of her mouth again. She played with his tip and placed kisses on his dick, while she still tried to regain her breath.

“You’re amazing,” Rex’s fingers brushed over her cheek, while she looked up at him, smirking, knowing what would come next. Then he slapped his cock against her cheeks a couple of times, “Now be a good girl and take it back in.”

Another slap with his cock. Ahsoka opened her mouth and took him in again. She moved faster this time, but soon felt his hips moving as well, trying to push deeper inside her. She was sure that he would cum soon and was ready to swallow, but then he withdrew himself from her. He helped her get up, leaned closer and whispered to her: “Turn around.”

She did and rested her hands on the wall for support, while he thrusted into her from behind. His hand went around her, so that he could play with her clit while he fucked her. At the same time his other hand went back to squeezing her tits. Both of the soon ended up screaming and moaning each other’s names. Rex’s grip on her tightened, when his cum splashed inside her. His movements on her clit made cum in almost the exact same moment as well.

They both stood there for a while, trying to catch their breath. When Ahsoka turned around, Rex grabbed her face and kissed her intensively as they just held each other.

[tkwritesdumbassassins]

Sooooooooooooooooooo thanks to SOMEONE, (*cough@redhairedmusescoughcough*) my brain decided to suddenly pivot from one AU to another for my OTP. I'll leave it up to you to guess

Federico loosened the collar of his senatorial suit as the doors swished close behind him. The urge to growl a string of curses under his breath was a strong one as he made his way to his office, where no doubt an endless pile of bureaucratic paperwork awaited him. Another pointless session. Another charade of fake smiles and even faker promises as the shambling corpse of what was once a proud Senate bowed to the whim of an empire.

He managed a particularly nasty insult about where his fellow senators could shove a whomp-rat head-first, before composing himself as he came within view of his assistant. The young Twi'lek barely looked up from her console as he flashed a courteous smile. "You have a visitor in your office."

Federico's steps faltered a little, and he bit back a curse, fumbling with his collar to make it more presentable. But not without growling under his breath, "Who in the—I thought I said I wouldn't be taking appointments at this time."

He regretted snapping immediately, for he knew it wasn't her fault. Some of his 'cohorts' (he used that term lightly) were quite insistent to eat up his precious time and often disregarded his notices to be left alone. That or it could be some emergency negotiation.

To her credit, she looked sympathetic. "You did, senator, and I'm sorry. But she just arrived with," the assistant paused briefly, pondering for the right word. "News. And you told me that both were high priority."

"News?" He paused in his collar's readjustment. Soon it clicked, and he dropped his hand, sighing in relief. "So I did. Thank you and," he paused, turning around once more, a more genuine smile as he inclined his day. "Take the rest of the day off. I'll compensate you for your time. Just send up security before you do." He would never hear the end of it otherwise.

She barely got on the comms before his office door swished open, and he paused in its doorway, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the familiar figure wearing a dark trenchcoat.

"Get your boots off my desk," he growled, tugging at the suddenly stubborn collar. He found it was getting hard to breathe, and he just wanted it off now.

She didn't of course, merely looking up from the pad in her hands, and frowning at him. "Bad day?" 

Federico snorted in confirmation, strolling to his side of the desk—but not before grabbing one of her boots and lightly shoving them off his desk. They were back on top as soon as he collapsed into his chair, and he sent both of them and her a dirty look in response.

"Tristan?" he calmly said.

"Hmm?"

"Boots. Off. Desk." He quickly snatched the pad from her hands, doing his best to look disapproving. "And you know you shouldn't read that. That's a private government matter. Citizens have been arrested for less."

[stone-97]

The Sister’s Regret, Her Redemption

This is a fic inspired by the Strings-verse and Siblings-verse fic, The Imposter, by Star_Going_Supernova. All credit for this goes to them.

Chapter 1: It’s My Fault

Vanessa P.O.V.:

I, Vanessa Anderson, had many regrets, the biggest being what I became after my brother went to camp. Gregory never trusted Fazbear Entertainment, especially after the accident with their VR gear putting someone in a coma. He wanted me to promise him that I wouldn’t take the job, it was the first time I saw my brother in tears from something other than his nightmares. I made the promise I wouldn’t keep, never realizing that my brother had been right about the entire thing and that would be the last she was ever able to see her brother as herself.

Awaken from my prison to a room full of broken and bloody furniture greeted me, my brother pale and laying against the wall. I could move again, speak again, my mind and body were mine to use again, yet all I could do was fall limp and cry as hands reached for my brother. The chair leg in my shoulder was forgotten as my heart sank and hurt as memories crashed into me like a truck

Exhaustion and horror were all I felt when I closed my arms around Gregory, but tears kept falling as something wet was felt down my back. Blinking away tears, one hand reached up, only to whip away quickly after feeling something semi-smooth and cold touching fingertips.

“What is this?” My mind was racing, but Gregory mumbled in my arms.

It didn’t matter, I could deal with that later. My brother was badly injured, I need to get to a Med Station, quickly. The hallway blurred as vision tunneled, everything faded as breathing quickened and blood flowed through my limbs. I was vaguely aware of Freddy’s voice saying something, but I didn’t slow, didn’t listen, just kept running until I found myself in the Atrium, STAFF Bots were moving past me, completing their duties. Panting echoed, was it me, or Gregory, everything was blurry, the Med Station was open, don’t know who opened the doors, but everything in me halted, purple eyes were looking at me, it was an animatronic. Dressed as a doctor, neat and clean as he was, but everything about him screamed wrong about the feline, as if it just finished eating your pet bird. Beckoning me to come closer, arms waiting for me to hand off my brother.

How many times did I hand injured and/or traumatized children to this bot, only to never see them come out again before blacking out, waking back in the Lost and Found office below. Like glass breaking, it all started to click, there was never an doctor animatronic registered at the Plex, yet I knew he it was, the Dollmaker’s assistant, here to clean everything up and make it shiny and new. Recalling how I had been injured on by Roxy and needed immediate surgery; they-no-HE TESTED his brand-new toy on me.

Between my mind racing and our stare down, Eclipse descended beside me, head tilting as he tried to search his database. In my haste to find a Med Station, it slipped that I had called for Eclipse as Gregory broke a chair on my head. I had twisted the Attendant’s protocols to destroying the threat. It was my actions that created him, my mistake to fix them both. In my moments of lucidity, I sabotaged William’s and Vanny’s murderous plans as much as I could, Eclipse was pure luck. If I was wearing the Vanny mask, he wouldn’t register us as an employee, and confining him to the Daycare.

All was silent as my arms tighten around Gregory, trying to cover him from view, his whimpers remind me of his injuries. With as much authority as my voice can muster, my subconscious urging me to kill the bot, dismantle it like the bots did to Bonnie.

“Sunrise, DISMANTLE Cheshire, and crush his chip, he is a danger to children.” It came short and cold.

All I could see was red, but Vanny wasn’t there nor that WRETCHED yellow bunny’s voice, all that was left was Vanessa Anderson, and I want REVENGE. Eclipse’s hands clapped before their arms extended, snatching Cheshire, rattling their endo as they hit the wall before being ripped them apart. The doctor kept his grin, even as is face was RIPPED open, it remained.

“That’s enough Eclipse, he’s gone. Call Freddy to my location, use Gregory’s fazwatch. After you drag the other Glamrocks to P&S, please power off there.”

Everything remained numb as the red bled away from my sight, but my brother was all I had left, and I refused to let him die because of my bad decisions. I lurched forward into the station and laid him down, letting the eye scan them for injuries was easier than doing it myself. None of the stations’ bots connected to the main servers, hence why Cheshire was there. As that was occurring, I raised my hand back to the THING on my neck; it felt like metal, but also rubber too. My anxiety spiked as I felt black creep up my sight after touching it, my limbs felt stiff, and I couldn’t breathe. It got worse as my fingers started to slow, I felt fear, this reminded me of what happened before I put the suit on.

“NOO! NEVER AGAIN!”

Without thinking I yanked the piece out of my neck, EVERYTHING started to hurt beyond belief. The PAIN was indescribable, but the mechanism started to MOVE, my limbs felt like they were on fire as limbs spasmed and vision became blurry. I felt rubber wriggling while sliding out of me as my arm pulled away from me, I’m just glad to be sitting right now otherwise I may have cracked my head since my buckling legs wouldn’t have supported me. The wriggling started to slow as but everything is already fading to black; metallic stomping was closing in, but I was completely spent.

“Sh!t. Not yet, please someone help us.”

END CHAPTER

[star-going-supernova]

The Sister’s Regret, Her Redemption

This is a fic inspiration by Strings verse and Siblings verse fic, The Imposter, by Star_Going_Supernova. All credit for this goes to them.

Chapter 1: It’s My Fault

Vanessa P.O.V.:

I, Vanessa Anderson, had many regrets, the biggest being what I became after my brother went to camp. Gregory never trusted Fazbear Entertainment, especially after the accident with their VR gear putting someone in a coma. He wanted me to promise him that I wouldn’t take the job, it was the first time I saw my brother in tears from something other than his nightmares. I made the promise I wouldn’t keep, never realizing that my brother had been right about the entire thing and that would be the last she was ever able to see her brother as herself.

Awaken from my prison to a room full of broken and bloody furniture greeted me, my brother pale and laying against the wall. I could move again, speak again, my mind and body were mine to use again, yet all I could do was fall limp and cry as hands reached for my brother. The chair leg in my shoulder was forgotten as my heart sank and hurt as memories crashed into me like a truck

Exhaustion and horror were all I felt when I closed my arms around Gregory, but tears kept falling as something wet was felt down my back. Blinking away tears, one hand reached up, only to whip away quickly after feeling something semi-smooth and cold touching fingertips.

“What is this?” My mind was racing, but Gregory mumbled in my arms.

It didn’t matter, I could deal with that later. My brother was badly injured, I need to get to a Med Station, quickly. The hallway blurred as vision tunneled, everything faded as breathing quickened and blood flowed through my limbs. I was vaguely aware of Freddy’s voice saying something, but I didn’t slow, didn’t listen, just kept running until I found myself in the Atrium, STAFF Bots were moving past me, completing their duties. Panting echoed, was it me, or Gregory, everything was blurry, the Med Station was open, don’t know who opened the doors, but everything in me halted, purple eyes were looking at me, it was an animatronic. Dressed as a doctor, neat and clean as he was, but everything about him screamed wrong about the feline, as if it just finished eating your pet bird. Beckoning me to come closer, arms waiting for me to hand off my brother.

How many times did I hand injured and/or traumatized children to this bot, only to never see them come out again before blacking out, waking back in the Lost and Found office below. Like glass breaking, it all started to click, there was never an doctor animatronic registered at the Plex, yet I knew he it was, the Dollmaker’s assistant, here to clean everything up and make it shiny and new. Recalling how I had been injured on by Roxy and needed immediate surgery; they-no-HE TESTED his brand-new toy on me.

Between my mind racing and our stare down, Eclipse descended beside me, head tilting as he tried to search his database. In my haste to find a Med Station, it slipped that I had called for Eclipse as Gregory broke a chair on my head. I had twisted the Attendant’s protocols to destroying the threat. It was my actions that created him, my mistake to fix them both. In my moments of lucidity, I sabotaged William’s and mine’s murderous plans as much as I could, Eclipse was pure luck. If I was wearing the Vanny mask, he wouldn’t register us as an employee, and confining him to the Daycare.

All was silent as my arms tighten around Gregory, trying to cover him from view, his whimpers remind me of his injuries. With as much authority as my voice can muster, my subconscious urging me to kill the bot, dismantle it like the bots did to Bonnie.

“Sunrise, DISMANTLE Cheshire, and crush his chip, he is a danger to children.” It came short and cold.

All I could see was red, but Vanny wasn’t there nor that WRETCHED yellow bunny’s voice, all that was left was Vanessa Anderson, and I want REVENGE. Eclipse’s hands clapped before their arms extended, snatching Cheshire, rattling their endo as they hit the wall before being ripped them apart. The doctor kept his grin, even as is face was RIPPED open, it remained.

“That’s enough Eclipse, he’s gone. Call Freddy to my location, use Gregory’s fazwatch. After you drag the other Glamrocks to P&S, please power off there.”

Everything remained numb as the red bled away from my sight, but my brother was all I had left, and I refused to let him die because of my bad decisions. I lurched forward into the station and laid him down, letting the eye scan them for injuries was easier than doing it myself. None of the stations’ bots connected to the main servers, hence why Cheshire was there. As that was occurring, I raised my hand back to the THING on my neck; it felt like metal, but also rubber too. My anxiety spiked as I felt black creep up my sight after touching it, my limbs felt stiff, and I couldn’t breathe. It got worse as my fingers started to slow, I felt fear, this reminded me of what happened before I put the suit on.

“NOO! NEVER AGAIN!”

Without thinking I yanked the piece out of my neck, EVERYTHING started to hurt beyond belief. The PAIN was indescribable, but the mechanism started to MOVE, my limbs felt like they were on fire as limbs spasmed and vision became blurry. I felt rubber wriggling while sliding out of me as my arm pulled away from me, I’m just glad to be sitting right now otherwise I may have cracked my head since my buckling legs wouldn’t have supported me. The wriggling started to slow as but everything is already fading to black; metallic stomping was closing in, but I was completely spent.

“Sh!t. Not yet, please someone help us.”

END CHAPTER

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submitted by @stone-97

Oof, poor Vanessa! Nice work, friend!

[shocymer]

Look At Me

Pairing : Yunho x gn!reader

Contents : Fluff, yunho soft hours

Word counts : 0.5k

Summary : Enjoying the night ride and stargazing with your (maybe no longer) bestfriend.

A/N :  My first fanfic inspired by this tiktok edit and ofc Yunho boyfriend photos. I initially want it as smut but I decided going soft ff as my starter. I hope everyone enjoy this ♡

You sit on the grass field in the middle of the night as you waiting your bestfriend grabbing the snacks from his car. He took a little run towards you with a beaming smile on his face.

“Here you go,” he hand in yours.

“Thanks Yunho,” you smile back at him as you reach it.

Both of you enjoying the night view, after a couple of hours from the night ride. It’s almost a month you can’t see each other. He’s been busy from his study and so did you trying to convince yourself for the same reason. You missed him so bad, to the point you keep seeing him in your dream for the last few days before you meet him today.

You take out your phone scrolling through the picture you’ve taken together. Suddenly he takes away the phone,

“Hey remember the rule number one when we hang out,” he click the lockscreen button.

“Yeah.. yeah phone is prohibited. But- ”

Before you spurt some protest you hear shutter sound along the camera flashing to you. He laughs as he wait the polaroid result.

“Yunho!” You smack his arm gently.

He keep laughing while trying to dodge you. He wipes a little tears at the corner of his eyes.

“I love taking candid pictures of you,” he showed you the polaroid.

You frowned after you look at it, resulting yunho being smacked again. He keep laughing then pulling you into his arms and both of you end up laying on the ground. Putting his soft smile toward you, he’s staring into your eyes. A few strands of his hair falling on his face.

Staring back at him, you're keeping the urge not to reach those fluffy hair. Shaking your head a bit then you looking up to the sky. He touched your chin gently,

“I’m not done yet. Look at me.”

Your cheeks growing warm by his action, and you really hate this feeling. You’ve been friends with him since the middle school. And what scare you the most is your friendship gonna crumble anytime if you show any slightest feeling towards him. He notice that you lost in his eyes,

“overthinking again?” He snapped you back to the reality.

“Uh no. I-  Aren’t you bored? We almost spend the entire night together, and..”

He raised one of his eyebrow,

“and?”

“You keep looking at me,” spurting nonsense that you’re gonna regret later.

He let out small chuckles while he plays your hair by twirling it gently,

“why would I? I never get bored whenever I’m with you. Especially looking at you is quite amusing,” you can see his playful smile across his face.

You scoffed, darting your eyes to another direction where it won’t land to his.

“Here here, you never look at me properly instead,” he flicked your forehead.

“Ouch, why would I?” You mocking him back.

Both of you laughing, spend the rest of night stargazing till the dawn. Resting your head on his arm. Warm in his embrace despite being in the open space. Little did you know, he keeps his feeling the same. He likes you more than just a friend.

[valle-girl018]

Your prompt, should you choose to accept it...

Forum for talking to, about and around superheros. Kara has two, one for SG, and one for Kara. So does Lena, one for Lena and one for her anonymous side...

The problem happens when Lena needs to open up. And, well, SG has an AMA page, so... She does...

Alex told her it was a bad idea in the first place. One mis-click, one tiny detail of information, one post too many, can out her sercret as the caped crusader in red and blue. Kara did it anyway. One account for herself, Kara Danvers, cub reporter for CATCO magazine. And one account for the cities resident superhero, Supergirl.

Kara’s account took some time to gain traction, whereas Supergirls account blew up overnight. Millions of followers, thousands of DM's and all she did was post a short video of herself flying over the city, waving at her phone for a split second before accidentally dropping her phone, catching it mid-air, sighing when she looked at her phone to see the freshly cracked screen, and sheepishly asking if anyone knows a good phone repair store.

Alex kept saying to shut it down, J'ohn shrugged, saying something about it not being his monkey or is circus, Nia took a video for her own account as dreamer, of Supergirl , picking up a cold slice of pizza and just as she was about to take a bite she hesitated. Looking around for brief moment, Supergirl then laser-eyed the pizza slice until the cheese was bubbling, and finished the slice in 4 bites.(tagging Supergirl in the video of course)

Kara thought it was a fun way for people to get to ask a Kryptoian a question, and no matter how much Alex argued Kara set up an anonymous 'Ask me anything!' Button on her Supergirl page and let the questions roll in. She decided every Thursday night she would answer questions on a live stream from the clouds or a skyscraper rooftop, and show the world the hidden part of herself.

Everything went smoothly until, maybe 3 weeks in.

She didn't know why, or if the universe hated her and wanted to watch the world burn, but tonight was a...different...difficult live stream.

"You saved me last weekend. How can I ever repay you? 😛😘"

Kara stared at the question on the screen. The floods of hearts and crying laughing emojis queuing her in on how this wasn't a normal question.

"This sounds like the beginning of a porno"

" thirsty Thursday amirite?"

"I have no money, but what if I can pay you in...something else?"

"Bow chicka wow wowwww"

The more she read the comments the harder she blushed and she soon found herself hovering in the sky, legs crisscrossed, and free hand pressed to her lips in a way that the chat on the live stream could only interpret as " Oh God what have I done?".

"So, well, no payment needed. Just glad I can help. I don't understand the winking but I don't think I want to get into that so...happy to help!" Supergirl answers after a full three minutes of blushing. She quickly presses the next button to read the next question.

"The feminine urge to get railed my Supergirl in a her outfit with the skirt. Could you oblige?"

She curses in kryponese. She curses so fast and so harsh that the live stream chat practically vomits crying laughing and heart emojis. She's suddenly regretting this live stream, the account, and the damned 'Ask Me anything button'.. if Alex could see her now.

"I, uh, well," Kara stammers as the view count ticks past 100,000 people. "So, the thing is-"

"Railed with the pants tho!!"

"LOL someone forgot to screen her questions..."

"Can I volunteer? Wait..hold on..can..wait.. hold on...both? Can I have? Hold on..."

"Supergirl strikes me as a bottom actually..."

"A bottom? Why would you-" Kara almost face palms . She knew reading the chat comments could be trouble. The chat suddenly floods with a flurry of " SUPERTOP" and "SUPERSUB" and Kara regrets 100% of her life choices.

" Listen guys, I'm, well I actually prefer, okay uh." Kara shakes her head, almost caught herself answering the wrong question. "The skirt is in storage. Sorry." She finishes with a blush so red she fears it will never go away. She presses the next button, hopefully the next question will be more tame.

"I want to lick your biceps. Send tweet."

"Oh my Rao, you have the wrong platform." Kara rushes to say and taps the next question button.

"The next time you save me im asking you out on a date FYI."

The chat erupts in emojis, and comments are flashing on the screen so fast Kara can't attempt to read them for more than 2 seconds. She screen is so bright from the messages and the emojis, she briefly drops her phone but thankfully manages to get back in her grasp.

"Oh Rao, who even are you?!" She squeaks at her phone.

"Damn I wish that were me."

"The gays are absolutely feral tonight."

"Do you think she has abs of steel??????"

Kara’s about to hit next when she phone buzzes with a text from Alex.

"Told u so. SHUT IT DOWN. BTW lol...ur face"

"Oh no!" Kara horrifically fake gasps. "There's been a crime!" She pretends to hear sirens. "Sorry everyone! Gotta go find a date! I mean- get a date! SAVE! Save my date! -Rao take me." Kara sighs and lowers her phone away from her camera screen. She feels her blush burn her cheeks as if they were on fire. She takes a deep breath and lifts her phone up again. " I-" Kara groans as she reads a few chats about "gay panic" and decides to just be done with this horrendous live stream. "I can't even try to come back from that. Sorry everyone I gotta go" she says as the view counter ticks past 400,000.

Kara ends the live stream and starts to fly towards the DEO. As she flys past L-corp she can't help but notice the sound of a familiar voice thats shes 90% positive belongs to Lena Luthor, cry laughing so hard that she ends up struggling to breathe.

[because-of-a-friend]

Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol. 

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you. 

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.  

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

[pasteljeon]

sincerely, yours (m)

summary: in which you return to an apartment full of 7 horny boyfriends.

pairing: ot7 x reader

warnings: pining, dirty talk, heavy petting, sexual tension

length: 2.9k

notes: this is another blm commission written for the amazing @/himbeaux-joon. thank you so much for your support and donation! i hope you enjoy n forgive me for the wait.

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“You’re fucked.”

You pull your phone away from your ear out of pure disbelief. Squinting at the screen, you’re assured you’re speaking to the right person when your friend’s name peers back at you.

“Sorry?” 

She said it so casually and offhandedly you do a double take. Your luggage rolls noisily behind you, a hefty and rather rickety thing, though you don’t quite have the heart to rid of it just yet. It has character, stickers and stamps collected from your various travels scattered on the cover. Some are fraying and others greying and half-peeled. Some are new, recently added to the collection and sparkle almost obnoxiously next to your dying ones.

“You are so fucked,” she laughs. It’s less of a laugh and more of a cackle. You check your phone again. Still her.

“Are you going to elaborate on that?” You say dryly as you finally wheel yourself out of customs. The last month has been hectic, your job and position requiring you to fly overseas for the past three weeks. You would think your boys would have been used to the asynchronistic nature of your schedules considering how busy they usually are, but they did finish the last leg of their tour just as you left. Your company offered another two weeks of paid vacation is a thank-you for the generous contract you just signed. Your boys protested and pouted but you took it, adamant about finally taking that much needed break.

They reluctantly let you go, faking tears but understanding, their jobs equally as, if not more, stressful.

“Nope.” She pops the p with some dark sense of satisfaction, and you repress the shiver that crawls down your spine. “But I can say it’s a good type of fucking. You know, the one where you bend Jungkook over the—”

“Okay, got it, thank you,” you cut her off hastily, holding a hand over the speaker to muffle her voice that rises into a sing-song, glancing around discreetly to ensure no one’s eavesdropped over your rather scandalous conversation.

“You ever notice how whiny your boys can get when you’re away?” She teases when you return to the line. Rummaging in your purse for some change, you scan the airport café for some iced coffee, chuckling, “Yes. You have no idea.”

“You know all the boys have a chat exclusive for their very not safe for work thoughts?” she tells you. It makes you choke and laugh simultaneously, the cashier eyeing you strangely as he takes your order.

“I don’t know how they make it sounds so hot,” your friend continues blandly. “Normally it sounds so greasy. But they’re usually so well-behaved and polite. I was so shocked. I had no idea that Jimin liked—”

You yelp, staring down at your shirt. Luckily, it’s dark enough to hide the stain, so you mop it up sheepishly, thanking the server who offers you some napkins, clucking sympathetically.

“What?” You hissed, pulling to the side. You’re whisper-shouting into your phone now. “They did what?”

“Oh, you didn’t know? Didn’t Rhys tell you? He was rolling all over about it,” she snickers. You splutter. Rhys is a close friend to the both of you, and often spent nights gaming with Jungkook and Taehyung. You knew your boys had a group chat with your other male friends but … “But they’re usually so polite,” you exclaim.

Your friend clicks her tongue. “Cue exhibit A. Anyway, good luck girl. You’re gonna need it.” Without waiting for your reply, she ends the call, her cackles cutting off into an odd ringing in your ear.

“Oh dear,” you say to yourself, staring down at your drink. “What am I walking into?”

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Your friend’s call is lousy warning, if you’re going to be honest.

Only the maknaes are able to pick you up from the airport, with the remainder of the boys caught up in the photoshoot. They were able to wrap up before your flight landed.

They’re a ball of hazed energy. Dressed casually, face masked and caps donned, they somehow manage to blend in with the crowd of receivers. Your breath catches. In the short time away, you’ve forgotten just how little justice pictures and videos do for them. They’re beautiful.

They watch you like hawks, glazed eyes dark and you’re genuinely a little concerned for Taehyung. The outline of his length presses insistently against his black slacks, but he pays no attention, half-lidded as he peers at you through thick lashes. You’re shocked no one’s carded him for public indecency yet. The image alone is enough to make your core to clench.

There’s no fanfare, no glee, no innocent excitement, no cheerful, “noona!” you expected from the youngest. Instead, Jungkook silently reaches over to relieve you of your luggage, fingers grazing your palm. He pulls down his mask to kiss the corner of your mouth. He visibly tears himself away, and you can see the way his veins pop under the pressure, jaw clenching hard. Electricity sparks down your spine, making you shiver.

“Heart. Welcome back,” Taehyung rumbles as he tips your chin up. His voice is more of a growl, the sound reverberates from his chest, low and incredibly sexy it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“I missed you,” Jimin pushes his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. He catches your hand when you reach for him, steadying your shaky knees. You clutch at the sleeve of his turtleneck, his palm cupping the back of your head as his nose skims the column of your throat.

“G-guys, we’re in public,” you manage in a faint whisper, and Jimin’s grip tightens briefly before he reluctantly pulls away. Jungkook takes your other hand, Taehyung leading the way to the car.

They brush your concern off easily, not even bothering to scan their surroundings in case anyone’s recognized them. You do a cursory sweep anyway, but find the airport still relatively empty, the crowd occupied with their own arrivals. Suddenly, you’re once again struck with a profound sense of appreciation for Namjoon’s forever careful scheduling of your flights so this could be possible.

The underground parking lot is quiet, and you exchange no words as Jungkook’s Mercedes comes into view.

The sexual tension is, as they say, palpable.

You move to follow Jimin into the backseat, but Jungkook grabs your wrist, twirling you around. The cool metal meets your heated skin for a brief moment before he pulls you close. “Noona,” he murmurs, bringing your arm to his lips. He fastens his mouth over your pulse point, suckling gently. His lashes tickle your inner wrist.

“Jungkook,” you say breathily, his leg coming to push your thighs apart. You nearly collapse onto him, and he releases you with an agonized sigh. The mark blooms darkly, and he lets out a long exhale.

“Gguk.” There’s a warning in his tone.

“I know,” the maknae bites back. He lets you down slowly, hungry gaze raking over your form one last time before he lets Taehyung help you into the car.

He walks to the driver’s side, forehead pressing against the hood fleetingly before sliding into the seat. It does nothing to settle the heat stirring in his stomach. He can’t bring himself to regret it, though, despite the way his pants dig into his hard cock.

Just a little longer. His fingers grip the wheel tightly, knuckles whitening as he pulls out of the lot.

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They can hardly keep their hands off of you, glued to your side the entirety of the ride back.

Jungkook wants to scream out of pure frustration. He can hardly concentrate, though it is the crack of dawn and traffic is sparse.

He can hear the lewd shlick shlick shlick sounds of your makeout sessions. He resists the urge to check the rear-view mirror for the nth time. He knows one glance is enough to make his thighs clench.

He hears your soft, melodic sighs between kisses, lips likely beautifully swollen and plump from their coaxing. He knows that Taehyung is sweet, and that Jimin is eager, a little rough. It's downright pornographic. His eye twitches.

“Mmm, Chim,” you mewl.

That's it. He growls. “Guys, knock it off. Otherwise we’re taking her in the back of my car.”

“Wouldn't be such a bad idea,” Taehyung murmurs, and Jungkook risks a glimpse, only to see Taehyung mouthing at your neck, one hand down your pants. You're a vision, sprawled on Jimin's lap, head tossed back against his neck. Back arched, shirt halfway unbuttoned, bra peeking out and hair disheveled.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook barks. He’s a second away from breaking the wheel. Red light. He watches Taehyung suck a blooming flower against your neckline. He pulls away reluctantly to admire it.

“It's fine,” Jimin pipes up, and Jungkook swears he pops a vessel with the way the older slides a hand up to cup your breast, thumbing your peaks from under the silken material. “We're here.”

The maknae parks the car hastily, all too relieved to be home. He practically yanks the hinges off the passenger door open. Jimin groans, almost falling flat on his ass at the sudden momentum. “Jeon!”

“Sorry,” he mutters, stepping aside for Jimin to step out. Jungkook catches you, stumbling with trembling legs and poorly adjusted shirt. He sweeps you into his arms without another thought, moving briskly towards the entrance. His strength makes you squirm in his hold, clutching his tensed bicep.

“Smell so good,” he groans, and he has to pause at the door, letting you down only to pin you against the glass, kissing you hard.

“Taste so good,” he pants, unable to stop himself from grinding against you. He wants you close, craves you. Your hands snake under his shirt, pushing it up impatiently to flatten your palm against his toned stomach, the other fumbling with his belt.

The sound of the leather and metal coming undone makes him hiss, hips jerking. “Sensitive baby,” you murmur teasingly, fingers digging into his v-line. Jungkook’s breath stutters, cock throbbing unwittingly.

“I’m going to lose my mind,” he moans, slumping onto you as you give his clothed length a tentative squeeze. He’s so incredibly hard it’s painful. The blood rushing to his dick is making him dizzy, a little breathless.

Before you can reply, the door is abruptly wrenched open. You gasp, Jungkook nearly toppling over, but he braces you under his arm, catching you easily.

“Told you he wouldn’t make it in before he succumbed.” You look up to see Hoseok gazing down at you with those strong brows of his, studying you with an intensity that has your body flushing with heat again. Even upside down he’s gorgeous beyond reason.

Jungkook flips you back up, and Hoseok’s lips quirk when he catches you floundering.

“Bet he came in his pants.” Namjoon walks forward, hands in his pockets and his tone is casual, like he’s discussing the menu from your favourite diner.

“Colour me shocked the neighbours haven’t carded the two of you for public indecency,” Yoongi drawls, smirking when Jungkook blushes darkly.

“I’m going to develop abandonment issues if you keep forgetting about us like that.” Jungkook rubs his neck, embarrassed, as Taehyung and Jimin step in with mirroring looks of disgruntlement. Taehyung walks over, lips quirking wryly as you slide your arms over his neck.

“Don’t tease,” you chastise, but he ignores you in lieu of pulling you close, swaying slightly to the sound of his quiet humming. His hands are hot, burning through the thin material of your shirt as he presses you flush against his body.

“Romantic,” you whisper, smiling. Taehyung smiles too, eyes still closed.

“Welcome back, beautiful.” You startle at the sound, but smile at the familiar voice, leaning into his touch. Taehyung allows you to slip from his hold, the newcomer twirling you around.

“Hi, Jin,” you say shyly, biting your lip. Seokjin beams, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Missed you so much,” he says softly. “Was about to lose my sanity if you were away any longer.”

You laugh aloud, and Seokjin looks a little awestruck at the sound, watching you with that soft, adoring look in his eyes. “I thought you would’ve enjoyed the peace while I was gone.”

“Hardly. I was left in a house full of horny kids. The testosterone levels were crazy,” he sighs dramatically. “Pass.”

Somewhere in the background, Namjoon snorts. “Please, hyung. You act like you weren’t jacking off three times a day to her pictures.”

Seokjin squeaks, Hoseok roaring in laughter. Jungkook claps a hand to his mouth, trying and failing to hide his mirth, sexual tension momentarily forgotten.

You loop your arms around his neck with a coy smile. “Is this true, Jinnie?”

“Don’t tease me,” he mumbles into your neck. He feels the shaking of your silent giggles and groans. “I hate you, Joon.”

“If it helps, I’m flattered, you know. And the feeling is mutual, in case you were wondering,” you whisper to him.

“It wasn’t just that,” Seokjin grumbles, glancing away as the tips of his ears darken. “I always want you around. You’re my home, you know.”

Your heart swells, fingers tingling. “Jin,” you say softly, cupping his cheeks. He looks everywhere but at you, complexion mirroring a tomato alarmingly fast. Seokjin, who can dish out sweetness but never take it, mood maker but so shy. Seokjin, who is kind and charming and gorgeous and has a big, beautiful heart.

“I love you so much,” you whisper. He looks at you wonderingly, as if mystified by such an all-encompassing sentiment.

“___ … You have no idea how much I adore you,” Seokjin breathes, a little giddy, a little lightheaded by that fond, warm expression you’re regarding him with.

“Not more than me.” The two of you jump at the sound, jolted from your secluded bubble, to see, shockingly, Yoongi pouting behind the eldest. The composer has his arms crossed, brows knitted and cheeks puffed out.

“Did you forget about us again,” Yoongi says, petulant. You and Seokjin look at one another, stunned, before bursting into laughter.

Namjoon and Hoseok join the rapper, crowding the two of you from the sides, sporting similarly roguish grins. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook share a mischievous look, squishing in close.

“Guys,” Seokjin complains, broad shoulders being quashed by the sheer force of Jungkook’s biceps. Your face is pressed uncomfortable tight against his – impossibly solid and strong – chest.

“Can’t – breathe,” you yelp, voice muffled. A hand grabs your wrist and pops you from the throng.

“Hello again,” Hoseok grins.

“Hoseokie,” you gasp, a little winded but still incredibly grateful for a breath of fresh air, something the dancer himself seems to embody.

“Sunshine,” he says happily, reaching for you. Before he can wrap himself around you, Namjoon comes slamming in, dimples and all.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed our little reunion, my dick is hard and throbbing and the obscene amount of times I’ve simultaneously cried and jacked off to the sound of your voice is absurd, my cock should’ve wilted at the pure ferocity and angst I’ve poured onto the poor thing, and I am beyond ecstatic to have you back – so much so that I need to rail you against the our skyline balcony, lest I implode within the next two minutes. So! Let’s move to the bedroom, shall we?” Namjoon says matter-of-factly.

“Good idea,” Hoseok beams, completely unfazed by their leader’s rather lewd confession as he scoops you up easily, your boyfriends quickly following suit.

Hoseok sets you down onto the centre of the king-sized bed, silk sheets bunching beneath you as you sprawl over them. You move to sit up on your elbows, but Jungkook hovers over you, pressing you down instantly.

His dark eyes rake over your form unabashedly, one hand popping the surviving buttons of your top and the other pulling off his shirt.

“Greedy maknae.” Jungkook readily ignores Seokjin’s disgruntled mutter in the background as he leans down kiss you.

“Missed your taste,” he murmurs. Your hand trails down his bare chest, retracing every memorized groove and dip of his unfairly gorgeous body.

“Jungkook.” He tears himself away, panting heavily, to glance at Namjoon, who sends him a warning look.

“Don’t be selfish,” the rapper chastises. Jungkook drops his gaze to where you lay splayed out beneath him, hair mussed and lips swollen, chest heaving as you recover from his ministrations.

“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at the least. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, growling once before he slides off.

“You’re in for a long night, beautiful,” Hoseok tells you, cupping your face and thumbing your cheek slowly, revelling the heat that tinges your skin. “You have no idea how much we’ve missed you. And not just this.”

“I missed you all too,” you whisper, smile soft.

Yoongi closes the door.

Your phones blow up the entire night, left collectively buzzing beneath the couch cushions.

[03:21] rhys: damn, y’all still banging? it’s been 4 days

[04:28] rhys: i need a gf

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“Mmm. Tickles.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You smile into the pillow, eyes still closed, turning your head to the side expectantly. You know your expression is a little blissful, and you hear his fond chuckle.

“Love you,” you mumble. Someone presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Love you too, heart.”

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Spilled Whiskey - Cordell Walker x Reader Oneshot

Summary: When Stella has a friend to sleepover, Cordell finds himself a little less lonely.

Rating: 18+ (This is PWP basically)

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Tags: slight angst, drinking, smut, fingering, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex (Yeah, you know the drill), slightly inappropriate relationship (Okay, pretty inappropriate let’s be honest), age gap (but reader is legal)

WC: ± 1.8K

Beta: @writethelifeyouwant​ (Thank you sweetheart!) but all mistakes are still my own!

A/Ns: I’ve got so many ideas for the whole Stella’s friend x Cordell trope and I’m not sorry. Yes I will overwrite that pairing. Enjoy ;) ❤️

Cordell Masterlist // Walker Masterlist // Jared Padalecki Master-Masterlist

“Y/N? What are you doing awake?” You turn to see Stella’s father sitting at the dining table with a glass of whiskey.

“Oh, hey Mr Walker, I’m just getting a drink, hope that’s okay?” you ask softly. You can’t see him clearly in the low light, but you can still detect the outline of his broad shoulders and bulging biceps even from here. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed how handsome your best friend’s father is. You’d even told her so on occasion.

“Of course, go right ahead,” he smiles, nodding his head. You smile in return and grab a glass, filling it with water from the faucet. You sip it quietly as you lean against the kitchen counter and click your tongue between sips because it’s suddenly silent between you.

“Did you enjoy your birthday last week?” Cordell asks quietly. You take your cue to approach him, so you don’t have to talk too loudly and risk waking the household. He’s  sitting side-on in his chair, and he uses a long leg to kick out the chair beside him; a silent invitation for you to sit with him.

“Yeah, it was nice, thanks,” you smile, taking the seat.

“Finally eighteen, huh?” he asks, refilling his glass, before putting the bottle down and taking a slow drink.

“Yep, finally an adult,” you bite your bottom lip, nodding your head. You finish your water, but you’re not tired. “So how come you’re awake?” you pry.

“I don’t get much sleep, so this helps,” Cordell tells you, tipping the glass in reference, lazily. He looks down at your empty glass and draws a deep breath. “Wanna try it?” he asks. You smile softly. You’re no stranger to alcohol, but it’s nice feeling like Stella’s dad views you as an adult, old enough for a drink or two. You nod and watch as he grabs the bottle and fills your glass with a measure. You lift the glass and he offers you his to clink. You smile in thanks as you tap his glass, and then take a sip of the burning liquid, licking your lips for the after taste.

Cordell is quiet as he watches you, drinking slowly from his glass, and you feel nervous having him stare at you like this. God, he’s even more handsome than you’d ever realised.

“I don’t think I urm, ever said sorry, about your loss,” you tell him softly, playing with your glass.

Cordell scoffs sadly, “people always say sorry. Like they’ve got something to be sorry for.” He pours a larger drink this time, and takes a bigger gulp, and you suddenly regret ever bringing up Stella’s Mom. His eyes land on your face again and you take another sip of your own drink, not sure how to respond. “The nights are the worst,” he tells you honestly, “s’when it feels lonely.”

“That sucks.” “Yeah,” Cordell nods, “it does suck,” he agrees, finishing his drink. You do the same and stand up.

“I guess I should head back to bed, leave you to your evening,” you smile softly. Before you can go anywhere, you feel his large hand grasp your wrist. “Stay for a bit?” he asks quietly. You bite your bottom lip, noticing the way his thumb brushes back and forth gently. For some reason - maybe the whiskey - you have the urge to kiss him as he tips his head back and looks at you with a glaze in his eyes you know probably means he’s not in his sound mind. But you have that surge of confidence regardless, and lean closer, Cordell moving to meet you and pressing his lips to yours.

From the second your lips touch everything becomes heated, heavy, passionate. He lets go of your wrist only to grip your hip and pull you into him, making you stand between his long legs as you lean down to kiss him deeper, your lips parting and your tongues meeting in a messy chaos that tastes like whiskey and morning regret. But you ignore it, feeling him twist the cotton of your tank top in his large hands. He gets up, gaining that familiar extra height over you, and he lifts you like you weigh nothing, sitting you on the dining table.

He reaches for the hem of your shirt and rips it over your head, your fingers attempting to pop the buttons of his shirt one at a time, but getting impatient. He helps eventually, and now you’re both topless. Cordell reaches for one of your nipples, twisting it between his fingers and making you whimper into his mouth. His hand leaves your breast and finds the waistband of your shorts, tugging on them. He lifts you with the other arm as you feel his bulging muscle press against the side of your forearm, and then rips your shorts down your legs in one fluid movement. You manage to get his belt unbuckled fairly easily, but the buttons on his jeans take a moment or two longer than you’d like, and it doesn’t help when Cordell’s fingers start rubbing around your bundle of nerves, dipping lower to find your slick.

“Fuck, baby girl you’re wet,” he growls against your lips.

“Can’t lie, I’ve wanted this for a while,” you admit with a gasp of air.

“Oh you have, huh?” he chuckles softly, “dirty girl.” The words only serve to turn you on more as you reach eagerly inside his boxers without his jeans being fully unbuttoned. He’s longer than you thought he’d be, and the idea sends a shiver down your spine as you wrap your fingers around the length and start to slowly work your hand up and down his shaft. He moans into your mouth, teasing one finger inside you, quickly followed by a second.

“Oh fuck, Mr. Walker, please,” you beg.

“Mr. Walker,” he chuckles, clicking his tongue. “So formal for such a naughty little girl.” Your eyes roll, Cordell ending his statement by dragging his teeth over the racing pulse in your neck. “What are you begging me for, sweetheart?” he prompts, like he doesn’t know. Tease.

You attempt to get his cock free, hoping to make it more obvious, and Cordell curls his fingers inside you as you do so, making you momentarily stop, your breath catching in your throat. He chuckles and then reaches to help you undo the final couple of buttons on his jeans, meaning his cock is totally free now, and you’re able to guide it closer to your centre, where two of his fingers are still buried. He pulls them out teasingly slowly and then lifts them to your puffy lips. You open your mouth, sucking them softly, swirling your tongue around his digits and looking up at him through your lashes. He watches with his teeth impaled into his bottom lip, and then breaks concentration.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. You let go of his length, using both hands to grip the table ledge as he reaches between you and drags his cock through your slick.

He only pushes the tip in at first, and you whimper at the stretch, needing more. His large hands grip your thighs, keeping them spread, and then he slowly pushes forward, his eyes not leaving the way you’re sucking him in, right the way to the base, until he’s pulling out and his cock is already laced with white. He groans at the sight, and then pushes in again, making you whimper. His hand reaches up to quickly clamp over your mouth, and you moan into the flesh knowing it’ll be muffled. He starts to fuck you a little harder, a little faster, until the table is shaking beneath you with the impact, and you’re getting a bruised feeling deep in the base of your stomach. But you welcome it - want to still feel it there tomorrow, so you know it’s not just a dream.

You hear the thud of the whiskey bottle as it falls with the movement of the table, and feel the whiskey trickle out and soak into the side of your thigh, but Cordell doesn’t seem to care, and you’re already close to coming undone, so you decide to ignore it too. With your whimpers still muffled, you can’t tell him how close you are, but you’ve got a feeling he knows from the way he furrows his brow and fucks you a little harder.

“That’s it baby,” he grunts, his mouth falling slack as you clench around him, and then the feeling hits, and the corners of your vision brighten to white, and your scream is silent into his now-wet palm. Cordell growls, holding himself still inside you until you start to come down from your high.

His hand slips away from your mouth, and he uses it to grip the back of your neck, pulling you in for another searing kiss. His teeth bite down into your bottom lip and he chokes on groans as his fingers dig harder into your thigh. And then Cordell pushes you back, further into the middle of the table, and leans his head forward, pressing his forehead to yours. He pulls out abruptly, and the shudders in his breath and the way his body shakes tells you he’s cumming on the tabletop between your legs. The only noise between the two of you for a long moment is the sound of your laboured breathing, until Cordell finally steps back and picks up the tipped bottle of whiskey, downing the very little remaining in there. He wipes his mouth dry on the back of his hand and then glances at you nervously.

Clearing his throat, he bends down and retrieves your clothes, handing them to you in a way that’s uncharacteristically timid. You jump down softly to your feet and quickly redress in your pyjamas, watching as he starts to button his jeans.

“Don’t urm - don’t tell Stella,” he tells you quietly, a blush on his cheeks.

“Of course not,” you agree, on the same page as him. She’d fucking kill you if she knew you’d fucked her dad. “Well night,” you whisper, not wanting to outstay your welcome like some clingy love-sick teenager.

“Y/N?” he prompts quietly. You turn back around to face him. “You should sleepover more often,” he suggests, “if you want to that is,” he adds hastily. You smile and nod your head softly, and then Cordell turns and sets about cleaning up the spilled whiskey.

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just let me adore you

✩ jaehyun x reader (ft. mark) | fluff | campfire au | 2.3k → summary: in which the sparks between you and jaehyun burn brighter than the fire in front of you.  → warnings: fluff, flirting, swearing, kissing, wingman!mark whoo let’s get it → rating: teen+

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Laughter atop of wooden logs and wisps of smoke from the recently made fire fly towards the darkening sky on the beach. On the topic of fires, you and your friends are now reminiscing about when Haechan almost set his house on fire on more than one occasion. 

Your face is stuffed in Mark’s shoulder, unable to control your fit of laughter. As you pull away to breathe, you see a familiar group of men walking closer. Your eyes widen in reaction to one in particular.    

“You didn’t tell me Jaehyun was coming,” you spew behind the gritted teeth of your smile, leaning into Mark while having your gaze still locked on the group approaching. 

“Whoops?” Mark shrugs nonchalantly. You punch the imp smile off of your best friend’s face. He mumbles an ow and rubs the tender spot.

“Could’ve at least given me a heads up, you little shit.” 

“Maybe tonight you two will finally—hey, guys!” 

His words are cut off as the group finally arrives at their destination, greeting everyone perched on the logs. 

You may as well have flung yourself into the flames when Jaehyun flashes you a smile and maybe it’s all in your head, but you swear his eyes are fixated on only you.

Jaehyun and you were in an... odd spot. 

You may have gone to the same university, but the campus was huge, and you only ever really saw each other during large mutual gatherings, like tonight, so it was hard to get to know each other when you were often encircled with your particular clique. 

You two were mutuals on Facebook, but there wasn’t any concrete reason for you two to message each other out of the blue. However, you’d be lying if you said you never opened up the chat, stared at the blank conversation, and spent more time than you’d admit in thinking of a message to muster up. 

Yet, during only the handful of times you’ve been around Jaehyun, you liked being around him. He was sweet, like how he gave you pointers during the get-together at the bowling alley, and Mark has only said good things about him, giving him the seal of a best friend's approval.

Sure, it was a little awkward at times. Small talk was the norm, but neither of you could deny that there was something itching under the surface between you two. Maybe some nurture and care was all that was needed to break the chemistry free.

Or maybe all that was needed was tonight.

Because the logs near you are already occupied, Jaehyun and the latecomers sit across from you. Jaehyun’s in your direct line of sight with only the fire coming between the two of you.

The night falls as the blaze burns stronger and higher, becoming the only illuminating presence on the beach. Although conversations are all about, everyone’s attention is on it. Flames dance, entangling with each other in freedom. Orange and yellow hues reflect off of every face surrounding the warmth. It’s uncommon to see unconstrained flares like this often, so the rarity adds to the addictive pull of them. 

Everyone’s attention is on the fire, save for two people. 

You prefer listening to others speak and don’t really say much unless elicited, so you spend a lot of your time appreciating the beauty of the things surrounding you—at the rolling ocean waves, up at the stars, or across the wavy haze at the figure before you.

And when you aren’t looking at Jaehyun, you’re unaware of how he’s appreciating the beauty in front of him too. 

Back and forth, neither of you expect to lock eyes, but when it inevitably does, neither of you break away. On the contrary, Jaehyun offers a side smile, which showcases his dimple, and a modest wave. 

Returning his gesture with a giggle and a weak wave back, you then pretend to listen to neighbouring dialogue for a moment. 

Five seconds later, you can’t help it and steal a glimpse of him once more. 

You’re surprised to find him beaming back. 

Even though Mark’s preoccupied with telling the recent story of him winning another watermelon eating contest, he sees you smiling in his peripheral vision. His mouth still runs off, but he turns his head and sees that Jaehyun's the reason behind your smile. Although the eye flirting makes him mentally gag, he fully supports your pursuit if it makes you happy. 

Catching on, your best friend stands up to “stretch his legs” and moves closer to the ones he’s talking to, continuing the anecdote while standing. Not even a minute passes, and it doesn’t take much for Jaehyun to make a break for the empty spot next to you. 

Jaehyun doesn’t sit as close to you like Mark did, respecting your space, but is close enough to have you nervously plucking the fabric of your jeans. 

It starts off with the normal small talk, asking how classes have been and what you’ve been up to lately. Immediately after, silence takes over. 

Now that he’s in close proximity, looking at him feels like a sin. Nevertheless, you still commit the crime, stealing little glances at him throughout the bustling chatter and crisp crackling. 

Feeling overwhelmed by the silence, you grasp onto more small talk, which unfortunately soon reduces to you just rambling. Throughout it all, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. All he does is nod and listens intently, leaning closer to you with his forearms on his thighs to capture everything that you’re saying. 

When you take a breather, he finally speaks up.  

“Although I love to hear you talk,” his voice is low and gentle, sending a small shiver down your spine. “And by all means, you can keep talking, but don’t feel pressured to fill the silence.” 

He pauses for a beat, and you peer over to view him lowering his head. 

He’s rubbing one thumb over his other, and the friction only makes his palms sweat more. Tingles reach Jaehyun’s ears, and he ponders if you notice it under the dim glow. 

“You don’t have to say anything at all; I always like just being around you, even if we aren’t talking.” 

The cool air blows, calming you along with his words. A shy grin spreads across your face. Feeling more at ease, you shift towards him, closing the empty space between you on the log and letting your leg lean onto his. Jaehyun’s focus trails from your leg to your face, and he dives deeper into your perfection with another of his famous, sweet dimpled smiles. 

Despite Jaehyun’s reassurance, you two slowly start to converse with less tension. Through the night, you get to know each other bit by bit, unravelling each other’s life stories, yet simultaneously writing a new chapter, intertwining the lines of your lives together.  

Additionally, you begin to melt for Jaehyun’s jokes. This is a first, to hear him joking around like this, but you soon find yourself laughing into his shoulder like you did with Mark not long ago.

And Jaehyun adores how you click with his humour, but he adores your laugh even more. 

Someone remembers that they brought snacks in their bag, and fast enough, marshmallows are being passed around. Jaehyun, along with a few others, hunt along the beach and come back with stray sticks for the sweet treats. 

As you two roast marshmallows, you’re sitting in comfortable silence, exchanging glances every so often. Suddenly, he lays a hand on yours, pulling it back along with the stick.  

“Careful,” he warns softly into your ear. “You don’t want a burnt marshmallow.”

Your breathing hitches, thinking about the only other time Jaehyun touched you.

It was during Johnny’s birthday dinner at a buffet restaurant. You were in the midst of devouring your food when your hair got in the way (out of all the days you forgot a hair tie, it had to be today). Failed attempts transpired at moving it; you blew, you shook your head, you rubbed the loose strands against your upper arm sleeve...

“May I?” 

His delicate inquiry made you freeze. Jaehyun already finished his food and offered his clean hands to fix your dilemma. You were so dedicated to finishing your meal that you forgot that he was right next to you, probably thinking you were a hot mess.  

Regardless, you nodded. You gulped as he daintily tucked the strands of your hair behind your ears. His touch was so brief, so simple. He barely ghosted over your skin, and the moment fleeted as fast as the way your hair ran through his fingertips. 

So if his touch was so simple, why was your heart bursting at the seams? 

Your heart thumps against your chest just the same now as it did then. Maybe even more, since you turn to face him and he’s so close, you feel his warm breath against your face. Your gaze slowly wanders to his lips. Subconsciously, he licks them, and you catch him staring at yours too. Your mind’s drawing blanks, while your body takes control. Both of you draw your bodies nearer and nearer until someone hollers—

“Dude, your marshmallow’s burnt!” 

Both of you stop in your tracks and whip your heads towards the fire, realizing it’s Jaehyun’s marshmallow that the person is referring to. Hastily, he pulls it away, blows the flames off, and stares at the charred piece with a pout. 

“Well, I guess you like burnt marshmallows though, huh?” 

Jaehyun turns to you again, watching you chew your marshmallow with a smug expression. Shaking his head, he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth.

“Hey, for the record, I saved your marshmallow from being burnt.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure,” you hum, still chewing, then getting up. “I’ll go get us some more marshmallows. Maybe extra for you, in case you burn more.” 

He clutches his chest in jest at your quip and watches the way you saunter over to the bag, his eyes full of hearts, yet regret courses his veins over how the moment was ruined. 

It’s past 1 AM, and the combination of the summer air and ocean waves pack a bite that urges you to go home. You’re both standing near the fire, waving at others who are leaving, when you begin to say you your good-bye.

“I should also get going.” Your hands are in your pockets, feet kicking at the sand. 

“Is Mark your ride home?” You nod in reply and open your mouth, ready to tell him how nice the night went with him. 

“Can I…” he abruptly cuts in before inhaling sharply. “I was wondering if you’d let me drive you home?” 

Your jaw drops at the suggestion, causing his expression to change instantly. “Unless you’d prefer Mark to, I totally understand.” 

Obviously, you accept without hesitance, and run off to Mark to inform him of the change of plans. After hugging him and saying your good-byes, Mark whispers, “Don’t stay out too late.” Then, he gives you a wink before you run to your driver for the night, walking side by side with him back to his car. 

Because it’s late and you’re both a little tired, the ride home is quiet, albeit for Jaehyun’s music playing in the background and when you begin to speak up to give directions on how to get to your place. Rolling up in front of your home, he turns the ignition off, but leaves the music still on. 

“I had a great time with you tonight,” he says with a hand still on the steering wheel. 

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you nod, “Me too.” 

Anticipation lingers in the air for a while prior to Jaehyun cutting it with a question you’ve been dying to hear. 

“Are you free next weekend?” 

You press your lips together, trying to hide a smile back. 

“Only if you are.” 

He laughs with a shake of his head, amused at your playfulness. He can definitely get used to this. 

“I’ll message you when I get home and we can work out the details soon.” 

“Sounds good,” you sway a bit in your seat whilst holding in your excitement. “Well, good night, Jaehyun.” 

Your fingers are on the door handle, but you aren’t quite curling them around it.

“Good night,” he says your name in a hush and you look back at him. The two of you match eye contact and get lost in the gleam of each other’s starry eyes. 

You’re unsure who made the first move, but it doesn’t matter because his kiss scorches you, melting you into putty. As you think you’re about to fall apart between blissful sighs, Jaehyun catches you with each caress, holding you together by your cheeks and the nape of your neck.    

Breaking away for air, you lay your forehead against his, panting, “Wow.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that since I burned my marshmallow.” 

No coherent thoughts are running through your mind, except your yearning for the man in front of you. All you want is him and his touch on your skin again, so you agree with his sentiment by diving in again without warning. 

It takes much strength for you to finally depart from each other’s embrace for the night, but when you do, Jaehyun plants a kiss on the back of your hand and wishes you sweet dreams. 

Exhausted and in disbelief over tonight’s events, you quickly change out of your clothes and tuck yourself into bed. Unfortunately, sleep is near impossible because your mind replays everything over and over.

Suddenly, your phone lights up, notifying you of a new message. 

Little did you know you’d stay up messaging the man on the other end until the sun rose. 

Next weekend really couldn’t come fast enough.