#he's pulling sit com ass moves to try to avoid running into you

[burning-academia-if]

Imagine being rook and fumbling so hard your first love no longer wants to be friends with you and is now dating your roommate who you hate

Honestly the friendship break up with Rook + dating Beck path is so fucking funny to me for this reason

[lunar-jimin]

i can be temptation, you can be my sin

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: smut, tiny side of angst and fluff, office!au (not the TV show), coworkers!au

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dom!Jimin, sub!reader, spanking, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, degradation, reader sends nudes

Summary: Between bragging about his prolific sex life and his horrific design ideas, Jimin has managed to make your work life a living hell. Then one little accident sends you hurtling towards him, and as hard as you try, you can’t seem to stop yourself. 

A/N: This is a commission for @ppersonna​ for @ficswithluv​‘s ChangesWithLuv project dedicated to raising money for BLM. I’m so sorry this fic took forever to write (I’m not sure why), but I hope that you enjoy it! A huge shout-out to my lovely beta-reader, @jinterlude​. She’s the best!

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“Jimin…” a groan tumbles out of you, “that shade of yellow is-“

“Bright and comforting?”

“-awful.”

His thick lips curve into a pout, eyes doing little to conceal his mock hurt. Exasperation runs through your body, grasping your brain in its clutches. Your entire week has been filled with Jimin’s progressively hideous design ideas for a book cover, to the point you’re beginning to wonder how he got hired at all. The piss-yellow mock-up in front of you is just another straw in the stack that is going to break your back.

“What?” he looks confused, “You said you wanted something eye-catching, and I would have to say this is pretty darn, eye-catching.”

“It’s blinding is what it is. Maybe if we toned it back a bit…” your eyes drift over the design, horror twisting in your gut.

You want to cry. A week ago, your boss had enthusiastically paired you with Jimin to design a book cover for an up and coming YA author, claiming the two of you were the best designers she had, even promising the both of you a promotion if things went well. You aren’t sure what designs Jimin had produced in the past, because what he was bringing to the table now wasn’t much better than a shitty college club poster.

Jimin didn’t make for great company either. Sure he had legs that went for miles, and a face that would outshine angels, but his mouth was filthy. If the two of you weren’t bickering over fonts and hex codes, you were stuck listening to him brag about how loud he could make a girl scream. What’s worse is that while your brain was logical enough to know that Jimin was no good for you, your body had other ideas. As a result, you often went home after a long day, frustrated in more ways than one.

With a little luck- and quite a bit of compromising- you manage to make it to five ‘o’clock without murdering anyone. You manage to talk Jimin down off the yellow in exchange for completing the pitch presentation by yourself. Presentations are time-consuming and tedious, but it’s better than being out of a job because Jimin is set on making the cover look like a neon highlighter.

A half an hour later, you're collapsing on your soft couch, ready to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend. A sigh of relief carries an iota of the stress out of your body as you sink back into the welcoming cushions. You grimace as the tension in your neck became apparent, and you feel the growing ball of angst you have for Jimin tighten. You were going to send him the bill if you had to go to a chiropractor.

In an attempt to move on from your hectic week and into your relaxing weekend, you wander to the kitchen, searching for the merlot you have yet to open. The tall green bottle greets you from the counter. You find a glass and watch as the red liquid quickly fills it. You savor a long sip as you let your mind stray away from the thoughts of work and stress and into notions of self-care and relaxation.

An hour later, having eaten a frozen pizza, you find yourself soaking down into the hot bath suds. The heat begins to draw the ache out of your sore muscles. Once again, Jimin flashes through your mind, coupled with resentment. Your eyes prickle at the thought, sick and tired of Jimin living in your mind rent-free. Why is he preoccupying your brain instead of Seokjin, the cute cook you matched with on Tinder?

While you had yet to meet in person, you and Seokjin had hit off right away when he opened with the cheesiest pick-up line you’d ever heard. He worked at a five-star restaurant a few blocks from your office, but you’d never met in person. That didn’t mean that you hadn’t had a few scandalous conversations. You weren’t usually one for sexting, but Seokjin’s way with words left you little choice.

Eager to take Jimin off your mind, you grab your phone from the side of the tub, quickly opening your messages. You’re much too impatient for small talk, so in the interest of sparking some saucy dialogue, you take a few snaps of your bubble-covered nude body. You suck in a breath as you hit send, anxious for your reaction. It wasn’t the first time you had sent him a nude photo, but it didn’t make you any less nervous. Seokjin was one of the most attractive men you had ever had the privilege of laying eyes on, and it was only natural for you to question your appearance in comparison to his. He would always reassure you, though, flattering you with compliments, both sultry and sweet.

When he doesn’t respond fifteen minutes, a knot forms in your stomach. What if he didn’t like them? What if he was seeing someone else? What if he lost interest? You check your messages with hurried concern. What you find on your screen mortifies. In your haste to tease Seokjin, you had accidentally sent the photos to the last person you texted: Jimin. Worse yet, the little grey “read” sits just beneath the last picture. As you stare at the screen with abject horror, a little speech-bubble pops-up. Your stomach twists in knots, anticipating of what he might say striking you with fear.

The Office Brat: if you wanted a piece of me baby girl, all you had to do was ask 20:33

You suck in a breath when he immediately follows the text with a picture of his own. He’s shirtless, lip between his teeth as he grabs his prominent erection through grey sweatpants. You can’t help the whine that slips out of your mouth at the image. You try to ignore the heat that rushes to your core as your legs rub together. When your senses finally return to you, you drop your phone on the bath mat before sinking into the water, leaving only your face out. The photo is still seared into your brain, taunting you with his delicious abs and what turned out to be a healthy sized dick.

You immediately resolve to forget it ever happened. You spend the rest of the weekend attempting to distract yourself through a binge of every cheesy rom-com you can find on Netflix. You sent Jimin a quick text, informing him that the photos weren’t actually for him. He hadn’t responded, and you didn’t know if you should be relieved or not. It certainly didn’t aid the dread building in your stomach at the thought of having to face him again on Monday.

When you walk into the office two days later, you’re relieved to find that Jimin seemed nowhere to be found. You pray that he actually had an iota of shame and quit out of humiliation. Your hopes are crushed when not five minutes later, you notice him prancing toward your cubicle, his ever-present smirk plastered across his face. When he reaches you, he plops down in an extra desk chair, arms crossed across his chest, eyes looking you up and down. You can’t help but shiver at the knowledge that he knows precisely what you look like underneath your work clothes.

“What do you want, Jimin?” you sigh.

“Haven’t I made that obvious, baby?” He grins. “I want you.”

You roll your eyes.

“Jimin, what happened this weekend was an accident,” you give him a firm glare, “so no matter how much you claim to want me, I want nothing to do with you.:

He raises his eyebrow, eyes locked on yours, before standing and walking to you. His breath is warm on your neck as he leans over to whisper in your ear. You clench your thighs in an attempt to extinguish the heat beginning to burn in between them.

“We’ll see about that, now won’t we, baby girl?”

He pulls away with a smirk, before turning to head to his desk. Your eyes trail to his ass as he leaves, only worsening the situation in your underwear. You silently vow to yourself not to fall for his tricks. You have more self-respect than to allow yourself to be yet another notch in Park Jimin’s bedpost.

Brushing thoughts of your troublesome coworker from your mind, you turn back to your bright computer screen, determined to lose yourself in your work. Your eyes widen when you find an email from Jimin taunting you in your inbox. Heart pounding fast, you click on it, half afraid to find another nude of his (it wouldn’t be beyond him). Instead of a naked Jimin, a PDF with the details for the cover design presents itself. You’re taken aback. Not only had Jimin swapped the yellow for soft coral, but he practically redesigned the entire thing. Scrolling through, you’re embarrassed to admit that it was nearly as good, if not better, then some of your best works.

You immediately realize that this means he’s been pulling your leg for over a week. A groan escapes you, and your head falls forward, smashing into your keyboard. Of course, he was a fucking amazing graphic artist; you shouldn’t have expected anything less. Fury floods down your spine as it dawns on you that it was all a trick to get out of doing the PowerPoint. Now you were stuck making an entire presentation, just because Jimin had pretended to love piss-yellow.

It takes every ounce of your self-control not to march to his desk and strangle him. White anger flashes in front of your eyes, resentment growing to cover every waking thought in your brain. When you finally calm enough to rationalize that murder isn’t going to get you anywhere, you decide that your best course of action is to avoid him until the day of the two of you are scheduled to present to the board.

The world isn’t being kind to you today, because when you finally head to the break room for lunch, you immediately run into your new worst enemy.

“What’s got your panties in a knot now, love?”

You glare at him, not trusting yourself not to stab him with your salad fork. He smirks in response, before turning to leave. At the last second, he turns back to you.

“Have fun with that PowerPoint.”

You want to scream.

“Jimin, I swear to god, you little shit, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna what? Spank me?” His cheeky grin widens. “You know, baby, I’m usually a dom, but if it meant feeling your sweet pussy, I’d definitely be a sub.”

You are lucky that no one else is around to hear his words because you are mortified enough. Red creeps across your face as Jimin winks at you. When he finally leaves, you collapse back onto the counter, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. You swear to high heaven that you’ve never hated someone so much in your life, yet feel so attracted to them at the same time. As infuriated as you are with him, you are even more infuriated with your inability to control your body’s reaction to him.

Why did he have to know exactly what to say to soak your panties? Why was he so hellbent on getting you to sleep with him? Why did you ever have to be assigned to him in the first place? These questions plagued your mind as the week trickled slowly on. Your anger with Jimin was beginning to be diluted with anxiety about your upcoming presentation. No part of you looked forward to standing in front of the company board to make a potential career-changing pitch with the person you hated most in the world. Not to mention public speaking made you want to hide under a rock and never come out.

Thankfully, Jimin is kind enough to offer to do most of the talking- even if his original deal included a blow job- but it also meant you had less control if things started to go south. By the time Friday rolled around, you’re shitting yourself with fear. Jimin does his best to calm you down as you sit in hard plastic chairs outside the boardroom, waiting to be called in.

“Look, we’ll do fine. You made an amazing presentation, and I’m pretty brilliant at charming people if I do say so myself.”

He reaches over and gives your hand a small squeeze. You’re just nervous enough to offer him a small smile. For what it’s worth, he wasn’t terrible at comforting people.

“Thanks, Jimin. I’m sure everything will go great.”

Everything did not go great. In fact, it went very, very badly. Somewhere out there, someone must have hexed you because that’s the only reason you can think of that would explain why you placed Jimin’s original yellow design in the slideshow instead of his new one. You feel terrible. Not only have you fucked up in front of the entire company, but you’ve put both of your jobs on the line.

As soon as the meeting ended, you rushed off to the bathroom. You already embarrassed yourself enough as it is, you don’t need everyone to see you cry too. Tears roll down your face as you sit on the toilet, praying for the sudden end of your existence.

You had one job and somehow you had managed to fuck it up. You managed to ruin your career. You’re going to end up jobless. Broke. Destitute.

You’re jolted out of your thoughts by a knock at the door.

“Doll? Are you in there?”

Jimin’s voice is soft and comforting, and if you weren’t so afraid of humiliating yourself, you would have gladly welcomed his arms around you. But you are, so you try to stifle your sobs in an attempt to make him go away.

“Doll? I know you’re in there. I can hear you crying,” he sighs, “Please just let me in. I just want to talk.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you debate your options. If he already knows you’re crying, what difference will it make if he sees you? You stand up from your seat on the toilet, make a quick attempt at cleaning up your ruined makeup, and hesitantly open the door to let him inside.

He immediately takes you in his arms, closing the door behind him. The feeling of his body wrapped around yours only serves to induce more tears, and you find yourself crying into his shirt collar.

“I’m so, so sorry, Jimin,” you hiccup, “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how I used that one. I’m so sor-”

“It’s okay, baby.”

You pull away to look at his eyes.

“What? How can you say that? I ruined the presentation, and we’ll be lucky if they want us to come back to work tomorrow.”

“They loved it.”

“What?”

“They loved it. They thought it was bright and innovative and really demonstrated that we understood design enough to push its limits.”

You look at him in shock. They loved it. They thought it was great. Your job was safe. You weren’t going to be fired. You may even receive a promotion.

“Feel better, doll?” He smiles down at you.

For once in your life, you return his smile, while shaking your head in affirmation.

“Well, then…”

You’re still smiling but suddenly unsure of what to do. Jimin’s hands are still on your waist, and you hated how aware of them you’re becoming. He seems to notice at the same time and quickly pulls them away.

“I have a question.” His voice is soft and shaky, and his eyes shift from side to side, seemingly unable to focus on you.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

You’re taken aback. Jimin, who was usually so confident and larger than life, is now standing before you, small and meek, like an underfed puppy begging for scraps.

“I, I don’t hate you, Jimin.”

“But you must,” his voice is curt, “You never flirt back with me, yet I see you tease Hoseok all day long. You never laugh at my jokes. You never praise my work. As soon as I come anywhere near you, you close up. You snap at me, and you have no patience with me. You avoid me at all costs. So let me ask you again: why do you hate me?”

This time, instead of avoiding eye contact, he stares at you like he’s trying to read your soul.

“I really don’t hate you, Jimin.”

He raises his eyebrow.

“I just don’t want you to hurt me.”

He looks genuinely confused at your statement.

“How could I possibly hurt you?”

“The same way you hurt all those other girls.”

“What other girls?” His voice rises with defense.

“You know, the ones you sleep with in bathrooms, only to leave them broken-hearted when you never so much as glance their way again? The one’s you brag about fucking every chance you get until I want to slam my head into a brick wall? The ones that prove you’re nothing but a narcissistic fuckboy whose only goal in life is to get his dick wet? Those are the girls I’m talking about.”

Jimin looks shocked before his face morphs into an angry scowl, eyes heated and alert.

“That’s what you really think about me? That I’m a no-good player who uses girls for their bodies? Do you really think I trick girls into sleeping with me? Because you're wrong. They know what they’re getting into when they agree to restroom rendezvouses, but they always seem to convince themselves that they can convince me that I should be in a relationship with them. That’s not my fault. I would never sleep with someone under false pretenses. And I bragged about them because I wanted you to like me! Do you not get that? I don’t ever try this hard to get anybody to sleep with me, but I like you. I like you a lot, and this whole time you just thought I was a misogynistic fuckboy because you never cared to get to know me better.”

Jimin is seething, like a dog that went feral. His chest rises with heavy breaths as he backs you into the wall, eyes staring down yours. You let out a small whimper when he leans into your ear, hot breath ghosting your neck.

“If you think I’m such a fuckboy, then a fuckboy is what you are going to get.”

Before your brain can properly register his words, his lips are covering yours in a desperate kiss. Despite your lack of cognizance, you respond immediately, lips moving against his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into you. His hands ghost down your side before he grabs your ass with a rough squeeze, eliciting a whine from your mouth.

He flips you around before bending you over the sink, eyes holding yours in the mirror reflection.  

“I think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree? Leaving me with blue balls just because you think you’re better than me.”

Words fail you, so you nod instead. His hand slips under your skirt, softly massaging your ass.

“Don’t you think Daddy needs to punish you?”

You whimper, eyes struggling to hold his in your shared reflection. His gaze was burning with lust and fiery.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, daddy, I need to be punished.”

He grinned before flipping up your skirt to reveal the supple curve of your ass to his waiting gaze.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how long I’ve stared at this ass walking away from me, trying not to pop a boner in front of the whole office?”

He grabbed a rough handful.

“So long, baby, much too long. I think ten should suffice. Count for me.”

“Okay, daddy.” You whine.

“Say ‘red’ if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes, daddy.”

The first spank sent shocks running through you. While you expected the pain, you hadn’t anticipated how hard he would hit you, or how the contrast of his warm palm and cool rings would send pleasure singing through your body.

“O-one.”

The word barely made it out of your mouth, your brain hazy with lust.

The subsequent slap on the opposite cheek once again jolts you, and you fall forward, bracing your hands on the cold porcelain sink before you.

“Two.”

By the time he made it to five, tears had begun to well in your eyes, and you were sure your ass was painted a nice shade of crimson. By the time he made it to ten, tears had streaked your cheeks as moans and whimpers left your mouth alongside your garbled counting.

Jimin takes a moment to step back to admire his handiwork, his smirk only widening as he takes in his handprint bruised into your ass.

“Holy shit, baby, you’re so hot. You took your punishment so well. Look at how much of a good girl you are.”

Even in your hazy state, you beamed at his praise.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“I think you deserve a reward, baby girl.”

You nod vigorously at that, eager to feel him finally inside you.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

“Your fingers, daddy, please.”

In an attempt to convey your desperation, you grind your hips into his crotch.

“Patience, baby girl. Where do you want them?”

“In my pussy, daddy. Please. I’m so wet for you.” Your sentence ends with a light sob, the need for him overwhelming you.

“Ask and you shall receive.”

With that, he pulls your panties to the side as he cautiously rubs his pointer finger up and down your soaked slit, before slipping inside.

“Fuck, baby, your dripping. Did spanking you turn you on that much? Is my baby girl that much of a pain slut?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m a pain slut just for you.”

He adds a second finger, and your head drops between your shoulders as he begins to move his digits in and out of you at a quick but intentional pace. Moans fall from your lips, and you let out a sharp squeal when he crooks his fingers and brushes against your g-spot.

“Fuck, daddy, right there.”

He quickens his pace, rubbing you perfectly over and over again as he brings you closer to the point of no return.

“Shit, baby, I’m so hard right now. Your pussy is so tight and wet around my fingers; I just want to sink my cock into you.”

“Please, daddy, I want your cock too. I want you to cum inside me. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

Words fail you as you are sent hurtling into your orgasm, waves of euphoria crashing down around you. Your body is shaking as you collapse against the sink.

Jimin lets out a groan at your fucked-out state, removing his hand from your pussy and bringing it to his lips to taste you. He lets out a moan as he does, freehand going to the front of his pants to rub his prominent erection through the black fabric.

After you recover enough to stand, you turn around and replace his hand with your own, pussy clenching at how big he was.

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?” You look up at him under your lashes, and his head falls back at your mock innocence, a light whimper escaping his lips. He tilts his head back up to look at you, hand coming to grab your waist to pull you to his lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue as your hands come to play with his hair, tugging on the strands. He ruts up into you, desperation getting the better of him. He pulls away, revealing his swollen lips and hazy eyes.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you now, baby girl.” He makes quick work of his belt zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to let out his cock and balls. The tip is an angry red, beautifully contrasted with the white of his dress shirt. Your mouth waters as you take in its wide girth and slight curve. You’re desperate to taste it, but right now there were more important matters at hand.

You drop your panties, before hopping up on the edge of the sink. Jimin gives his cock a few short tugs before lining up with your dripping entrance. You let out soft moans as he sinks into you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him as close as possible. His hands grab your ass, pulling you to the edge of the sink, before slamming back in. He sets a slow but intentional pace, the sound of skin and desperate moans echoing throughout the small bathroom.

You aren’t going to last long, having already come once, and judging by his quickening pace, neither is he. Your lips meet each other in a messy kiss as he pulls you tight against his body. It’s hard to discern what is a part of you and what is a part of him. Your limbs are so intertwined, that it feels like you are one body.

As his cock continues to drill into your g-spot, stars begin to cover your vision. With the force of a freight train, you come unannounced; your mouth opens in a silent scream. Jimin follows right behind you, painting your walls white with his seed. He lets out a groan of your name, his head coming to rest on your shoulder.

Both of you silently shake as you take a moment to catch your breath and process what just happened. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, watching as his cum pours out of your cunt.

“Fuckkkk, that’s hot.” He groans, tucking himself back into his pants, before wetting a paper towel to help clean you up.

“I’m sorry I thought so poorly of you.” You give him an apologetic grin, as you pull up your underwear.

“It’s okay. I can see where I might have led you to think that I don’t treat girls well.”

“Well, now I can see that I was wrong. You seem like you would be a fantastic boyfriend.” You move to exit the bathroom, eager to get away so you can process the rampage of emotions flooding through you now that your lust wasn’t getting in the way.

“I can be yours.”

You pause at the door.

“What?”

“I could be your boyfriend.”

“I-“

“I’ve liked you ever since the first time I saw you, and I think that maybe you like me, and I just really, really want to be your boyfriend.”

Your mind is racing at a million miles per hour, trying to process everything that’s happening. One moment he was fucking you like it was your last day on the earth, and now he’s standing in front of you, pleading for you to make him yours. You aren’t sure what to make of it.

“I think I would really like that too, Jimin,” he beams,” “but everything is going so fast, and I just need a little time to take everything in.”

His face falls a little, but he nods understandingly.

“That’s fair. Let me take you on a date, at least.”

You grin.

“Okay.”

“Coffee on Saturday?”

“Sounds great.”

[alilpunkrock]

Pool boy

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom likes to watch you lay out by the pool

Warnings: language, smut.. unprotected sex, you’ve been warned.

A/n: unless I specify, just assume everything I write is pre-quarantine. Also as far as I can tell, Tom’s house doesn’t have a pool, so pretend lol

Living in a house with four boys was a lot of fun and a lot of headaches. As much as you loved all your roommates, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine, you treasured the days that they were all out of the house. You didn’t even ask questions about where they were going, just gave them all one big goodbye and shut the door behind them. The pool outback got used quite often, but as comfortable as you were around them, you never liked to walk around in a bathing suit for them to see. They’re still boys, and are going to do what boys do, gawk.

You laid out on a towel covered lounge chair to get some sun after floating around the pool, it’s been about an hour since you went outside. With your headphones in, you were oblivious to the older Holland boy returning home.

Tom walked through the front door, putting his keys in the bowl next to the door, and called out your name.

“Y/n! Honey, I’m home!” No response.

He was confused as he walked up the stairs to your bedroom and knocked on the door. Still nothing. Tom walked back downstairs and was getting ready to call you when he walked past the back door. There, he saw you in the smallest blue bathing suit he’s ever seen on you, glowing in the sun. He was in awe, before he realized how creepy he must seem watching you. So, he decided to join you.

Tom went back to his room and changed into his swim trunks, grabbing his sunglasses before joining you in the backyard. He decided to tease you a little bit. Tom slipped his sunglasses on and grabbed the pool net to clean the top of the pool, but you still hadn’t noticed him. It wasn’t until he was standing in front of you, blocking the sun that you realized you weren’t alone. You took a deep breath and prayed if you were about to be killed that they did it quickly. But to your relief, it was no murderer, just your very fit, very shirtless roommate.

You removed your headphones and put a hand over your heart, trying to regain oxygen to your lungs.

“Tom! You scared the hell out of me!” You said throwing your water bottle at him. He laughed dodging the blow.

“Sorry, love! I didn’t realize you couldn’t hear me at all, thought you were just ignoring me.” He explained, still sweeping through the top of the pool.

You relaxed back into the chair, hoping your sunglasses hid your eyes traveling up and down Tom’s body. There’s always been some unreleased tension between you and Tom, it didn’t feel sexual at first but the longer you live with him the more you’ve noticed. He’d brush against you in the kitchen, his hand would linger on your lower back if you were in crowded areas together, his favorite place to relax was on the couch with his head in your lap while you casually watch tv, running your fingers through his hair and trying not to let out a sound when you tugged just a little too hard.

“This is something,” you spoke up, finding some bravery. Tom turned to you. “I have my own personal pool boy.” You smirked, watching Tom’s face match yours.

“In your dreams, darling.” He laughed, putting the net back where he found it, before stepping into the pool.

He adjusted to the temperature once he was fully in and walked the short distance from the steps to the edge of the pool, on the side where you were laying. You kept eye contact with him as he got closer.

“You should join me, love. The water is beautiful, the view is quite nice as well.” He said lowering his glasses. You blamed the sun for how red your face is at the moment.

“Hmm, I was already in earlier.” You told him closing your eyes. When you didn’t get a response you opened your eyes and Tom was nowhere to be found. But you didn’t trust him.

“Tom? Oh my-!” You screamed as you were suddenly lifted into the air.

Your arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Tom’s neck so you didn’t fall on the pool decking. Before you could try to escape, you found yourself submerged underwater, Tom’s hands on your waist. When you resurfaced Tom was laughing his ass off. You saw red as you lunged forward and grabbed his shoulders, trying to dunk him under. But Tom was to fast, he planted his feet on the bottom of the pool and grabbed your waist once more.

“You fucking asshole! I could’ve drowned!” You smack his chest, not moving to leave his embrace.

“I wouldn’t let you drown, love.. I always got you.” His voice lowered, along with his hands. Your breath hitched when you felt Tom’s hand spread over you bikini covered bottom.

“Tom,” you started.

“We don’t have to do anything, just want you to know I’m sick of just being your roommate. I want something more, Y/N.” Tom’s confession shocked you, but you felt the same.

“I want something more too, Tom.” You said you lips getting closer.

Tom closed the open space, connecting your lips and you wrapped your legs around his waist. A moan escaped from your throat as you pressed up against Tom, feeling how hard he was. Tom moved the two of you through the pool until your back was pressed against the side with his body covering you. His lips moved, kissing from your cheek, across your jaw, and down your neck until he found home between your breasts, sucking a mark into the dip.

“Tom, please.” You whined gripping his shoulders tighter.

“ I know, love.” He kissed you again, moving his hand from your waist to your bikini top and pushing the thin material to the side.

His hand covered you fully, squeezing slightly just to tease you. You moved your hand behind yourself to untie the top completely and slipping it over your head. Tom groaned at the sight of your bare chest and connected his lips to your newly exposed nipple. You moaned louder than you meant to and covered your mouth. Tom noticed and stopped his motion, removing your hand.

“I want to hear you, sweetheart. No one else is here, be as loud as you want.” He connected your lips again before moving back to your chest.

You tangled your fingers in his hair tugging hard and making Tom let out a low growl. His hands moved back to your waist, picking you up and out of the water to sit on the edge, nipples hardening at the breeze over your wet body. You gasped as Tom’s lips ghosted along your inner thigh, getting close to where you needed him, and skipping over to you other thigh. He sucked a few marks on to your tanned skin before teasing you through your bottoms. Your legs spread farther apart, giving him more room, but he continued to only use the tip of his tongue, running it up and down you covered core.

His hands moved to the side of you bottoms to the ties, working them until the strings let loose. He removed his head and watched carefully as he uncovered your pussy, his mouth watering at the sight.

“Fuck, Tom. Do something please!” You grabbed at his hair to move him closer.

He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit before swirling it around the small bud. His right hand joined and two fingers teased your hole. Tom watched your head fall back and a moan cut through the air, he prayed that the rest of your housemates stayed away for a long time. His fingers were thrusting and curling into all the right places and his lips sucked your clit until you saw stars

“Tom, I’m close.” You panted. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

He pulled away and removed his fingers, making you moan at the loss. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking you off of them. You bit your lip and lowered yourself back into the pool, kissing Tom once again. Your hand snuck down the front of his trunks and wrapped around his hard cock. His forehead rested on your shoulders has he let out little breaths when you would twist your wrist just right, and squeeze just enough.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” Tom removed your hand and pulled himself out of his trunks.

Your legs wrapped around Tom as he positioned himself at your entrance, giving you one more look before seeing your head nod, and pushing himself inside of you. Groans left both of your mouths as Tom bottomed out, stilling to let you adjust to his size. Your hips bucked into his, signaling him to move.

Tom’s thrusts started slow, not wanting to hurt you, but soon he sped up. The water around you splashing over the edge of the pool. Tom kissed you to cover the sounds you made, just in case.

“Holy fuck! If you keep squeezing me like that.. I’m not going to last much longer.” Tom said, gripping your ass under water.

“I’m so close, Tommy. Please cum!” You moaned against his neck.

His thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was close, so you moved your hand down and rubbed your clit at the same time as his thrusts.

“Fuck.. I’m com- I’m coming, baby.” Toms thrusts stopped as you felt his load shoot into you. That feeling alone tipped you over the edge into your orgasm.

Tom’s head rested on your shoulder and his hands gripped the edge of the pool, Both of you panting to catch a breath.

“That was-“

“Wow.” Tom cut you off.

He pulled up his swim trunks and grabbed your towel from the chair, wrapping it around you after you managed to get out of the pool.

“Let’s go shower, yeah?” Tom asked, wrapping you in a hug.

You nodded against his chest before following him into the house. You ran into the back of him as soon as you walked through the door because Tom stopped in his tracks. In front of you stood your three other roommates, eyes wide and avoiding contact with you and Tom.

“How long-?” Tom started.

“Long enough..” Harry said, mortified.

“Really in our pool?” Harrison grimaced before stomping up the stairs.

Tuwaine just shook his head, a disappointed father look all over his face.

Soon you and Tom were left downstairs alone both red in the face at the thought of your best friends seeing you and Tom fucking.

“Were not going to hear the end of this huh?” You looked up at Tom.

“Not a chance.” He replied.

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Undercover - Chapter 12

Chapter Selection

JJ walked into my room to check in and when she saw that I wasn't there she walked over to Morgan, "Do you know where y/n is, she's not in her room." Morgan put his drink down and started to look around knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Y/n you in there", when he didn't hear a response he slowly started to open the door, he found an empty room. Emily went to Morgan we found her. He followed her and they went to Aarons room.            

I had moved off the bed and onto the couch laying down. The team walked in and saw me, they let out a sigh. Aaron was sleeping but I was awake. JJ walked up to me, "Here." She handed me my discharge papers and Aarons. I grabbed his hand and shook his a little, "Hotch." 

He woke up and I handed him the papers and a pen. We signed the papers and handed them back to JJ. "We're going home ok", he nodded and started grabbing his stuff. I went to my room and gathered everything. Aaron and I getting into the back seat of the SUV heading to the strip. 

Everyone got to the jet and I sat next to the window. Aaron sat next to me, he laid his jacket on his lap. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly under the jacket so no one could see. I never looked at him but I interlaced our fingers; I kept staring out the window. 

The team decided they were gonna give us some space so we could process everything. As the jet took off I saw the ground getting farther away and the city got smaller till it was just a spec. Without thinking I laid my head on Aarons shoulder he put his head on mine and we both went to sleep. 

The team was looking out way they saw that I was on Aaron and he was on me. "What's up with them", Morgan said pointing at us. Everyone turned and started, "Are they together." Emily said. 

Rossi was covering of us, "I mean they were together the whole time they were abducted, they're just friends." That seemed to get everyone off of us but they were still suspicious. Halfway though the flight with only hour left Aaron and I woke up. 

We switched spots, he’s sitting by the window; I sat across his lap, my legs over his. I nestled my head in his chest, with his arms wrapped around me. When we landed everyone woke up and saw us cuddling. Emily took a few pictures then decided to wake us up; I fluttered my eyes open taking him Aarons smell I sighed. 

JJ coughed and I looked up, "Comfortable." I looked down and patted Aaron on his chest getting up and they handed me my stuff. 

When I was walking to the cars JJ walked up behind me, "You mind telling me what that was." 

I shrugged my shoulders, "What was what?" 

"Don't act dumb we all saw what you and Hotch were doing." I got into the back seat. "Yeah we were sleeping. Look while we were undercover we bonded. When we were kidnapped we became friends, Trust me that's all we are." She nodded and that's when Aaron got into the backseat with me. JJ started driving us home. 

Aaron got dropped off first then me. When I walked into my apartment Aaron started calling me, I picked up. "Are you gonna come over." 

"Yeah I just need to grab a few things and I'll be over." I hung up and got some clothes, went downstairs and got a cab. I got to his place and I knocked. I waited and then he opened the door. "Let me grab these", Aaron grabbed my bag and put it on the bed. I followed him into the bathroom and got undressed. 

I let out a whimper and Aaron helped me with my shirt. I froze and stared at my back, "Y/n oh my god." Chris had traced over the scars and that was the first time Aaron got a good look at them. I had a large bruise on my ribs from when I was dragged and fell. 

Aaron took off his clothes and I looked at his legs. From top the bottom there were dark red, bruised, and black lines running down to his feet. They weren't to deep the scars would probably fade in a few years but mine were layered they weren't going anywhere.  

As were taking a shower washing, he ran his hand down my back. I was very aware of where his hands were and it made me flinch. "Are you okay, did I hurt you." 

"No its just I feel the old wounds re-opening.. emotionally with my ex and as you know that's were he cut me too so...just do It genially and slowly okay." He nodded slowly running the body wash down my back. 

I stepped out the shower drying off and putting on one of Aarons shirt; I climbed into bed. He followed after me only having boxers on. "Do we have work tomorrow", I whispered 

"Yea but I'm think we take some personal days." I agreed, "We could spend some time with Jack." 

"I just got to get him back from Hayley." I turned over and faced him, "You think they know about us." Aaron shook his head, "All they have is us together on the plane and you in my hospital room. They might suspect but they don't know anything." 

"I only asked just JJ was trying to get some information out of me but... you're right they don't know." 

I let out a breath and my head sunk into the pillow nd his hand resting on my waist. "I know you said you didn't wanna talk about it but... If we are going to be with Jack tomorrow don't you think he should know that his uncle passed away."

He stiffened, "I will tell him but he passed, what is It a week ago two.. I don't even know anymore. I need to take to someone about the funeral." Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's something I wanna worry about tomorrow after I'm well rested; can we just go to bed please?" 

I nodded and turned off the light and laid back down. There was a knock at the door, we both got up and answered it to see Rossi. He handed Aaron one of his suitcases. "Figured you wouldn't be in tomorrow so I just brought it now." 

"Thanks Dave", I was standing behind Aaron. Dave looked at the both of us, "Goodnight guys." He walked away to his car chuckling. Aaron shit the door and we started laughing. 

I tugged on his arm and we went back to sleep actually going to sleep this time. 

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I woke up feeling Aarons breath on the back of my neck. I stretched out and felt kissing on my shoulder blade, "Have you talked to Hayley about Jack." I yawned out. 

"Yeah she said she'd drop him off around 10." I looked at the time, there was an hour before he would be here. Getting up and going to the bathroom trying to drag Aaron with me. 

"Come on come with me." I groaned as Aaron was refusing to leave the warm bed. "Fine", I walked into the bathroom; getting into the shower feeling the heating water on my skin. I heard the door open and close, "You decided to get off your ass and come with me?" 

I chuckled and he cracked a smile still being groggy, "The bed didn't feel the same without you." He said kissing up my neck and jaw. He slowly pecked my cheek and pecked my lips. Pressing our bodies together, I raised my hand to his hair slightly pulling. He lightly groan into my mouth, his hand ran from my hips to my waist. He was trying to avoid the slices on my back. 

Pulling away from the kiss we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. He brought my hand to his mouth kissing my hand, "I love you." 

"I love you", I turned his around washing his back. I was careful when I got to his legs trying to not go over his stitches roughly. He washed me after him and we turned off the shower. We were both awake Aaron having the energy to put on clothes. I went into the closet and grabbed his brown quarter zip. 

"You can keep that if you want", I looked at him. "At least now I got your permission I was just gonna steal it and hope you never noticed", he chuckled walking over to and gave me a tight hug. 

When we finished getting ready it was 9:30. Going into the kitchen and making breakfast. There was  knock on the door, "Y/n you get it, she's gonna have to know eventually." 

"And what if she kills me." He didn't look very amused but still chuckled, "Ha ha okay get the door." 

Opening the door I was met with Jack walking to me hugging me legs. '"Hey buddy com one go inside to your dad", Hayley's brows were furrowed and her lips were curved downwards. "Who are you exactly", right as I was about to answer I was cut off by Aaron walking up behind me. 

"She's my girlfriend", he put his arm around me pulling me close. Hayley scoffed, "So you have another whore to fuck is that right." I raised my eyebrows at her about to lay into her when Aaron slammed the door in her face. 

I looked through the window and saw the speechless look on her face, "Stupid bitch." I walked back over to Aaron and Jack. "Dad what are we doing today?"

"Well me and y/n had a day yesterday so I'm thinking popcorn and some movies. Maybe depending on the direction the day go we can get some ice cream." Jack jumped up and ran to the couch putting on Disney plus. I selected a movie Jack had never seen before and put it on. 

As Jack was watching Toy Story 4. "Oh Aaron I need cereal so were gonna need to go to the store."

"We can go after he's done", we both turned around attention to Jack who was almost knocked out on the couch. I turned the movie off early and carried his sleepy ass into the car. After I placed Jack into the car seat in the back I got in the passenger seat. As we were driving he woke up.

"Where are we going?", he was still drowsy. "Were going to the store bud", He hummed and stared out the window. We were in the store Aaron got a phone call, "How's your whore." He let out a sigh and I glanced at him. 

I mouthed, 'who is that'. He turned the phone around and I saw Hayley's name. "Her name is y/n she's not a whore and she's fine, thank you for asking." Hayley dragged on the conversation asking questions about me. 

After 10min the phone call ended and 10mins later I got a call from my neighbor. "Hello"

"Sorry to bother you y/n but there some woman smashing your care with a bat." I hit Aaron on the shoulder and he looks at me. I rush to check out and pay for my stuff running to the car and waiting for Aaron. When he opens the car I climb in, "We need to go." 

"What is it?", I pulled up security footage that showed Hayley at my apartment. He watched as she was smashing my windows and denting the hood. He sped over to my house and we were there under 5min. Jack was still in the car and was watching his mom go destroy my car. 

Aaron and I got out the car slamming the door, "What the fuck are you doing." I yelled at Hayley. Aaron ran over to her; grabbed the bat and pinned against the door of my car. "You're going to fucking answer her..." 

Hayley had a grin on her face as she looked between Aaron and I. "Why are you with that stupid bitch", she spit at my feet. "You know you don't love her... she's just a quick fuck for you. You should be thanking me Aaron." 

The words she spoke made my skin burn up. I wanted to punch the hell out of her. Aaron still held her both of us ignoring her. I called the police, they arriving shortly.

The cops got out their car, "What's the problem her ma'am." The cop walked up to me while his partner approached Hayley and Aaron. "I was at the store when I saw on my security camera this women destroying my car." The officer took Hayley cuffed her and put her in the back of the car. 

Aaron came up to me and put his hand on my lower back; he saw me shaking and could hear the fear in my voice. That bitch really did go over the edge after finding out Aaron wouldn't go back to her. The fact that she decided to take action meant she was unhinged and could do physical harm to me.

"We need to go back to the station and you can file a report." I nodded and got back into the car with Jack and followed the police car. When we got to the station I pressed charges and files a restraining order. 

Aaron  got Jack for next few weeks as Hayley was deemed unfit for the time being. We went home after we situated everything. We decided against telling Jack what was going on and told him Hayley was going away for a while. 

It was 9pm when we got home and I put Jack to bed. "Goodnight y/n", he closed his eyes and rolled over on his side. "Night buddy", I leaned down and kissed his temple. When I walked out his room Aaron was leaning against the wall in the hallway.

I stepped in front of him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands went my hips and he pecked my lips; I let out a sigh. "What are we gonna do about Hayley?" 

"Right now nothing but I promise you we will deal with her okay", he kissed my forehead; grabbed my hand and we went to bad. 

My thoughts were on Hayley the whole night, I couldn't go to sleep knowing she wouldn't drop it. Aaron slept soundly... while I tried to get my mind off of her. She'll probably try and kill me. Aarons ex's left because of Hayley but I'm not going anywhere. She's not gonna scare me off. 

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[skeeter-110]

I Dreamt About You Every Night

Tony Stark has been dead for seventeen years due to a mission gone wrong. He's survived getting blown up, palladium poisoning, terrorist attacks, and even Thanos himself, and he gets killed by - what was supposed to be - a simple day-to-day mission. Or, so everyone thought.

Chapter One:

“I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I’d wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you’d left me all over again.” - Brodi Ashton, Everneath.

Peter couldn't help the frustrated sigh that left him as he stared at the long line of traffic in front of him. He just wanted to hurry, get home, and try to forget what day it was by spending time with his family.

It's been seventeen years since the worst thing imaginable happened. Seventeen years. And Peter still wasn't over it. He still moped around like a little child; as if he had any right to still be as upset over it as he was now.

AC-DC could be heard playing on the radio, causing Peter to let out a groan before roughly turning the radio off. Of course, the silence didn't last long before his phone started ringing. Looking down at it, Peter saw that it was a call from Doctor Banner.

The traffic finally start moving, so Peter just rolled his eyes and declined the call, continuing his journey home. His phone rang another three times after that, Peter ignoring those attempts also, before they stopped altogether. That was, until Karen chimed in through the speakers.

'Peter, I'm afraid that Miss Romanoff is demanding me to out her through. She's using her override code.' Karen informs, Peter huffing at it all.

"Of course she is." Peter murmurs, waiting for the spy's voice to chime through his radio speakers.

"Peter?" Nat's voice rang throughout the car, as if she didn't know that she would get through to him by using the override codes.

"Hey, Nat." Peter acknowledges, feigning nonchalance.

"I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing; I haven't heard from you in a couple of weeks." Nat says, subtly trying to make conversation.

"You know, Nat, for being a trained spy, you're terrible at lying." Peter teases as he pulls into his driveway, hoping that it'll distract Natasha from the real reason she was calling; even if it was only for a little bit.

"You know, Parker, you're still as sassy as ever, even without spending time with Tony." Natasha retorts back, not really thinking about what she was saying until an awkward silence fell between the two.

“Can we be done with this conversation?” Peter snaps, all but slamming his front door behind him.

“No, I haven’t gotten my point across yet.” Nat says, gearing up to give Peter the same lecture she gives him every year on this day. “It’s been seventeen years now since Tony died, Peter.” Nat begins, and didn’t that reminder just drive the knife in deeper?

Seventeen years ago, Tony Stark died.

As if Peter wasn’t aware that the anniversary of his death was today and needed that reminder. As if Peter hasn’t beaten himself up for the past seventeen years for not being able to get to Tony in time to prevent his death.

It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. They were supposed to go in the - seemingly - abandoned HYDRA base, grab the leftover files and anything that seemed of value and get out. That was the only reason Peter was even allowed to go with them in the first place. Because they were expecting it to be a simple mission, the team decided that splitting off in pairs would be best.

The mission was going great, too. Tony and Peter - who were paired up together - decided to split up on the floor they were on to try and gain more information faster. Which proved to be the wrong thing to do because before they knew it, the whole team was trapped inside of the building, hundreds of HYDRA soldiers surrounding them.

By the time Peter was able to fight the ones around him off long enough to run back to the room he left Tony in, the billionaire was gone. Peter ran all over the floor they were on - which was difficult considering the fight the soldiers were bringing - but there was no sign of Tony.

Peter could hear Steve yelling in the coms for everyone to get out of the building and go to the meeting spot as soon as they could. Peter just assumed that Tony had left, had followed orders for once, and headed out himself.

The teen quickly found out how wrong his assumption was when he finally got to the quinjet and saw everyone except for Tony there.

For five years, Tony Stark was declared missing.

After year six rolled around, his body was found under the Brooklyn bridge.

And for all of those seventeen years, Peter hasn’t stopped blaming himself.

If he hadn’t agreed to split up, if he had been better, stronger, maybe all of this could have been avoided. Maybe Tony would still be here.

“You need to accept the fact that it was not your fault. You need to stop blaming yourself.” Nat continues with her lecture. At this point, Peter could recite the whole lecture back at her.

“Nat, I just got home from one of the longest days, and I still have to have dinner done before M.J gets home with the kids. Can we be done here?” Peter sighs, hoping to save himself for the rest of the lecture.

“You need to visit Pepper.” Natasha says anyway, making Peter groan in frustration.

“Nat, I have no right to go visit her! She lost her husband and has a real biological child that lost her real biological Father. It would be wrong of me to bother them during this time.” Peter argues, begrudgingly putting the phone on speaker - since Nat very clearly wasn’t going to end this conversation anytime soon - and began getting some pots out to begin dinner.

“You have every right to be with them. You know Pepper saw you as much of her child as Tony did.” Nat reminds, Peter choosing to remain silent as he filled one of the pots with water. “Pepper’s getting worried about you since you haven’t gone and seen her in a month. She just wants to make sure you’re okay; we all do.” Nat adds, pushing Peter officially over the edge. He was beginning to get tired of people constantly telling him they were worried about him when nothing was wrong with him.

“Just stop! I’m not going to have another breakdown like I did before! I’m not a kid anymore, I’m a grown-ass adult!” Peter shouts before quickly hanging up. He knew he just signed his own death sentence, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care at this point.

Instead, he just turned the stove on and began to boil the water sitting in the pot. While waiting for it, Peter walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch with a heavy sigh; taking his suit jacket and tie off while he did so. He just wanted to relax, be with his family, and completely forget what day it was today. Was that too much to ask?

Although, by trying to completely forget, Peter began thinking about something else. Peter was still left thinking about Pepper and Morgan.  

Even after Thanos, when everyone came back, Pepper and Tony both have never made Peter feel like an outsider because of Morgan. Even Morgan accepted Peter into their family, fully adopting him as her older brother. But Peter still couldn’t help but feel like a burden to them; especially now. How could he ever be family with them again if he was the reason they lost their husband and father in the first place?

It might have been a cowardice move, but Peter would rather distance himself from them than have it slip that they actually blamed him for all of these years. Unfortunately, Morgan didn’t get that memo.

Morgan refused to let Peter shut himself out. She always showed up, whether it was announced or not, refusing to let Peter banish himself from the Stark family forever.

Which was why Peter instantly tensed back up when he heard a knock at the front door. He and Morgan settled on having dinner together at least every other Friday, but he usually canceled whenever it landed on the anniversary. Morgan clearly didn’t listen when he canceled this time -  and from his conversation with Nat - he isn’t all too surprised.

Peter quickly got up off of the couch and makes his way into the kitchen, grabbing the noodles and pouring them into the boiling water as another knock echoed through the house. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Peter announces before making his way to the front door.

“Sorry, Mo, I didn’t realize the time. Dinner might be a little-” Peter begins to apologize, the rest of his sentence getting stuck in his throat when he opened up the door and saw that it wasn’t Morgan who was knocking.

“Hey, Kid.”

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Summary: "If we can go one week with no lies, then we will go on a field trip, only the winners, of course."

That was Charles' idea...to be completely honest, Charles only made this bet so Erik would flirt with him...Charles' plan was working out to be spectacularly terrible.

There had been a bet going around the school, among the staff, mainly. Charles had been preaching the importance of honesty and transparency, but he quickly realized that his colleagues needed more incentive.

"If we can go one week with no lies, then we will go on a field trip, only the winners, of course."

That was Charles' idea and so far, it was quite fun. To be completely honest, Charles only made this bet so Erik would flirt with him -unintentionally, mind you. Two days in, and Charles' plan was working out to be spectacularly terrible. Erik was seemingly avoiding Charles, which was a valid strategy, but still.

Charles had walked into the lounge room, hoping to catch Erik and a cup of coffee. Erik was indeed there, likely on his way out of the lounge. Erik wore that borderline sinful black turtleneck along with a tight pair of pants.

"Erik, fancy a game of chess during our 30 minute break?"

Erik had finally taken note of Charles' presence and became extremely nervous for some godforesaken reason. Erik knew the reason: he likes Charles, it's as simple as that. He loves those piercing blue eyes, the kind smile, the soft, untouched hands of Charles Xavier. He won't deny it... okay, well, maybe he will. Everyone seems to know this fact besides Charles. 

" I would love to Charles but I have tests to grade," he said with an obviously fake smile. Technically, that wasn't a lie; Erik would love to play a game with Charles and he did have tests to grade. Charles sighed, "oh, I see...well, perhaps next time then." Erik gave a genuine smile this time.

"Perhaps." On the way out, he brushed past Charles, both of their faces reddening madly. Oh, if only they could see each other from an outsider's perspective. They are so obviously in love even a blind man could see it and a deaf girl could hear it.

***

Charles was walking down one of the school's many corridors, in search of one Erik Lehnsherr.

"Charles," Raven spoke from behind him. "Yes?" He queried, turning to see her. "Have you seen Hank?" So Raven had the same idea as Charles it seems.

"That depends, have you seen Erik?"

"Ooh, are you trying to seduce him or something?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Deal, Erik is by the fountain reading."

"Lovely, Hank is in the tennis court."

Charles immediately turned around and began pacing to his destination. 'Of course Erik was reading' Charles thought to himself. He strolled over to one of the many exits of the building.  Charles wandered lost in thought . Maybe I'll have a romantic moment with Erik by the fountain, like in all of those Rom-coms that Raven keeps telling me about. Maybe we could be like Bella and Edward—less cliche of course... Unbeknownst to Charles, he was about to walk face first into his Edward. This realization came with the audible thud of Charles' face colliding with the muscly chest of Erik, Erik's book now on the floor as a result.   Charles looked up to find a very flustered Erik—not that Erik looked flustered, but the bar of flustered for the (usually stoic) Erik is very low. 

"Erik, hello again.  Sorry, let me-"

Charles bent down at the exact same time Erik did.  Their foreheads met with a (less audible, but still) very painful thud, sending both men backwards on their asses. 

"Fuck" Erik muttered.  Erik looked up to see Charles: his legs bent upward and nearly sprawled out with his hand against his forehead.  For some reason (again, Erik knew the reason), Charles seemed to be the most captivating creature on earth, far more interesting than Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.  Charles had looked up about four seconds before Erik realized he was staring.  Erik's eyes quickly darted away from Charles' strikingly blue ones.  "Well, I had been meaning to run into you, but this was not what I had in mind." Erik chuckled at this.

"I would hope." Charles smiled at Erik.  On the outside, Erik simply sat in nearly the exact position of Charles, mouth slightly open but still with a calm demeanor.  On the inside it sounded more like this:

Holy shit, Charles' eyes are piercing through my fucking soul.  If we were back in about 400 b.c I would think this man is Jesus and confess my sins to him...

"Well, Jesus was actually brown—likely with dark eyes. He was born in Nazareth, which was in the Middle East.  The only reason we think Jesus is white is because DaVinci was commissioned to paint a picture of Jesus.  He, of course, modeled it after his boyfriend at the time." Erik was hit with an abrupt sense of confusion.

"Hey-"

"I can't help if your thoughts are loud, Erik!"

"Right..."

Erik and Charles sat in the same spot, simply staring into each other's eyes for an unreasonable amount of time.

"Would you like to go back to the fountain?" Charles propositioned with a tint of uneasiness.

"S-Sure, Charles" Erik babbled.  Charles' own name falling off of Erik's lips hit him like a freight train.

Fuck, I wish I could hear that more... "Need a hand, Schatz?" Charles looked up to see Erik standing above him, hand outstretched.  Charles grasped Erik's hand and found that Erik pulled him up much harder than Charles pulled Erik down. This resulted in both men's faces being much closer than platonic allowed.  Erik quickly turned to the side, a very subtle blush dusting his cheeks.  For a split second, Charles could feel Erik's breath on his lips, Erik's slight stubble scraping against his chin, Erik's cologne filling his nostrils. Charles was going to ride this high for months.

"C'mon, let's go" Erik spoke with a hint of nervousness. Charles, still spaced out and on cloud nine, mindlessly followed Erik to the fountain.

***

"And then he sees door..." Charles was sitting on the fountain next to Erik, listening to him go on a passionate tangent about the book he had been reading.  Listening is a bit generous though, rather, Erik's words were hitting Charles like water across a creek floor.  "And then-"

"Erik?" Charles asked, creating an abrupt end to Erik's sentence.

"Charles?" he mimicked.

"What do you think about my eyes?"

"What?" Erik panicked internally.

"You keep thinking about them."

"I-" Erik took a moment to compose himself, trying to calculate the weight of his words.

"Your eyes are...beautiful" Vorefreud his mind was screaming.

"What does that mean Erik? 'vorefreud'?" Erik's cheeks reddened.

"Uhm...it uh, it means..." Erik closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, his eyes now meeting Charles'.

"Vorefreud pretty much means the pleasure of waiting for something pleasurable."

"And why do my eyes bring that word to mind?" Charles said with a grin that he simply couldn't hide. Erik was silent, his eyes never leaving Charles'.  Erik slowly lurched closer to Charles, his left hand coming up to Charles clean-shaven jawline and his right coming to rest atop Charles' hand on the smooth stone of the fountain.

And just like that, Erik was kissing Charles and Charles was kissing Erik. Both men felt this heavy weight suddenly lift off of their shoulders.  The pining, the sexual tension, the unspoken feelings, all of that was paying off.  Erik noted that Charles' lips were unreasonably soft, and Charles found that Erik's lips were slightly chapped.  The kiss was not ravenous, rather a soft, passionate, admission of love.  Charles brought his hands up to Erik's sides, his thumbs slowly moving up and down against Erik's sweater.  Erik pulled away, but not before hitting Charles' bottom lip and dragging his teeth across it.  At this, Charles let out a sharp gasp, his eyes pointedly meeting Charles. 

Erik looked passionately exasperated, eyes boring into Charles.  Charles brought one of his hands up to touch his lips, rubbing across the part Erik had just bit.  Erik smiled at this, the widest smile Charles has ever seen from him. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. The urge to, once again, kiss Erik washed over Charles, who decided to listen to it.  He lunged forward, one hand clasped itself against the underside of Erik's chin and the other flew to the back of Erik's head, roughly gripping his hair. 

Erik cursed against Charles' mouth and kissed back, this time ravenously. Erik's hands found Charles' back, his arms looping underneath Charles'.  Erik nibbled on Charles' bottom lip, this time, making him groan.  Erik took this as an opening and gracefully slid his tongue into Charles' mouth.  This kiss was no longer an admission of their feelings, but now a declaration, an announcement.  Charles now pulled away, his forehead resting against Eriks'. 

"Erik," Charles softly spoke.

"Charles," Erik said with an audible smile.

"I'm glad you think so loudly."

"Me too."

WC: 1482

A/N: Thanks for reading, babes!

[thiswasinevitableid]

#27 for the winter prompts strikes me as distinctly Sternclay NSFW

Here you go!

27 i run a hot chocolate/cider booth at the local ice rink and you always flirt with me but i didn’t think it meant anything because you seem to flirt with everyone

Barclay’s family has lots of traditions come winter, the same as most people he knows. But his personal one is manning the “Sip n Slip” at the Kepler skating rink. He started volunteering there when he was 16 and stuck driving Jake to and from hockey practice. It was something to do, and he liked cooking and making drinks, even if it was just powdered cocoa and simple cookies. 

Then he was coming back every winter when the stand opened to help out, and when he opted to stay in Kepler to work as a chef, he still made time to volunteer. He’s thirty now, the stand a little cramped for both him and the other volunteers, but the smell of warm sugar cookies and too-sweet cider takes him right back to his teens. 

The same can be said of the man currently at the front of the line; he looks like a rom-com hero, with his black hair slicked back and his stylish coat and scarf, and Barclay has not been this close to popping a no-reason boner in months.

“How can help you?” he leans on the counter, smiling. 

The man gives him a stealthy once-over before replying, “I’ll have a coffee, please. And a kid’s hot cocoa” he smiles at the young girl holding his hand, “anything else, Ellie?”

“No.” 

“I guess that’s all.”

“That’ll be two bucks.”

The man hands him a five, letting their fingers touch. He does the same thing when Barclay gives him his change. When Barclay sets the to paper cups in front of him he adds, “cream and sugar is over at that little table.”

“I’d say there’s plenty of sugar here.” It’s so smooth that Barclay is still blushing as the man and the little girl disappear into the rink. 

Maybe he should start making people give him their names with their orders. 

And their phone numbers. 

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“Hello again” 

Barclay bounds to the counter (as much as six foot three man can bound anywhere), “Hey! Coffee and cocoa again?”

“Just coffee, my niece isn’t with me.”

He does a mental fist pump; the kid isn’t his, so maybe that’s a sign he’s single. As he’s trying to work out a non-creepy way to get his name, someone calls from across the room.

“Joseph! There you are man” a stockier guy in a ranger jacket waves.

“First day of rec hockey” Joseph smiles, “wish me luck.”

“Good luck.”

Joe winks, and then he’s gone. Barclay starts a new batch of cookies, looks at the door to the rink every two minutes for the next hour and a half until the other man emerges, sweaty and laughing. He’s twice as handsome as before. When he spots Barclay staring at him, he waves. 

The cocoa packet in his hands turns two separate pieces, spilling powdered milk and sugar on the floor. 

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“Back again?” He forces himself not to sound too excited at the fact Joseph is once again ordering coffee from him. 

Blue eyes take on a glint, “With you here, how could I stay away?”

He’s this close to asking Joseph if he wants to get coffee somewhere nicer when the man waves another friend over, bumping shoulders and hands with him as they talk. 

Okay. Maybe he’s just demonstrative with everyone. That’s cool. 

Totally cool. 

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He officially cannot tell if Joseph is flirting. Yes, he stops by the stand every time he’s at the rink (usually twice, once when he gets there and once before he leaves), and when it’s slow he sits in a plastic white chair and chats with him, tossing in winks and smiles whenever he says something complimentary. He’s animated, charming, and Barclay is now the living, breathing definition of “hopelessly crushing” on him.  

But Barclay’s seen him talk the same way with his friends and teammates, and even with the other adults waiting to pick their kids up from the same class his niece attends. Barclay’s caught no fewer than four hockey moms and two hockey dads giving Joseph the eye. 

He doesn’t blame them; he spends the slow part of his shifts imagining what Joseph looks like under his nice coat. Or his work out clothes. Or the Bigfoot-themed holiday sweater he started wearing in mid-December. 

However, for the sake of his own sanity and not making a burgeoning friendship weird, he decides to treat all of their interactions as platonic unless Joseph explicitly says otherwise. So when Joseph asks if he’d like to go skating on Saturday, Barclay agrees immediately and then focuses on not getting his hopes up. 

Confusingly, Joseph tells him to be at Tenney Park at three in the afternoon, rather than at the rink. He arrives at five til one and discovers that the fully frozen pond is now a skating hot spot, complete with skate rentals. Barclay brought his own skates; his feet are large enough that getting a rental pair that fit is a crap-shoot.

Joseph is waiting for him on a bench, reading on his phone. He’s in his black coat, the one that makes him look like a secret agent on a ski vacation. The late December sun peeks through the clouds, and Barclay’s pretty sure a beam illuminates Joseph perfectly while a heavenly choir sings. 

No, wait, there are some carolers down the street. 

“I’m so glad you made it.” Joseph moves the pair of skates from the spot beside him and pats the cold stone. Barclay sits down, and they chat about the mystery series that Joseph got him hooked on. It takes twice as long as normal for him to lace up his skates, because whenever he glances to his right, Joseph is watching him with a smile and his fingers forget how to work. 

They wobble over to the ice and step on. The first few strides are fine, but then he hits a groove followed by a small dip and almost falls on his ass. On a normal rink, it’d be a fluke. But there are no Zambonies in the wild.

“This is, whoahfuck, harder on lake ice.” He flails a second time, sticks a hand out for balance only for it to be caught by Joseph’s own. 

“I like the challenge. But don’t worry big guy, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks, blue eyes.” 

The nickname is a complete accident, brought on by the fact that Barclay is staring into his eyes to avoid reading too much into the held hand. The hand that Joseph doesn’t let go off, even as they move onto a smoother patch of ice. 

All that rec hockey is paying off, because Joseph practically waltzes them around in circles, never bumping into anyone or losing his footing as they talk. They compare notes on holiday gifts and new years plans, and Joseph laughs when Barclay regales him with the story of the great babka debacle of 2014.

Barclay’s so caught up in their conversation that he misses an odd bump in the ice and goes sideways into the snow-covered grass to his left, taking Joseph with him accidentally. Joseph ends up on top of him, both cackling like kids at the chaos of the moment. Barclay shivers, snow sneaking under his coat. 

“Wanna, uh, get some coffee to warm up?”

“Sure” Joseph smiles. 

“Bet that stand uses the same mix mine does.”

“Oh, um, I was thinking we could go back to my place for it. I’m only a few blocks that way.”

 There’s no way he’s missing a chance to see Joseph’s house (he has a bet going with Dani that  it’s immaculate, while Dani insists Joseph could be a stealth slob), and so ten minutes later he’s pulling off his boots in the entryway of a one bedroom, first floor apartment. The walls sport several elegantly done cryptozoology posters, he spies a pile of cookbooks he recommended on the kitchen counter, and the whole place looks like it’s been tidied within the last day. He texts Dani a stealthy photo, then settles on the couch while Joseph moves about the kitchen. 

God, he wants to go in there and wrap his arms around him, kiss him against the counter until they both see stars.

Easy, Barclay, easy. He cannot ruin a good day with a friend. 

“I also have some wine, if you’d like that instead of, or with, coffee.”

He glances at the Kraken clock on the wall, “Sure, it’s late enough.”

Joseph walks in, now in just his sweater and pants, stopping to a light a candle before setting two wine glasses on the coffee table. He’s pouring as the sun sets, the change in light helping the room feeling warm and cozy.

“Careful, you keep up those romantic touches and I might think this is a date.” He teases. 

Joseph looks up, wine perilously close to the edge of the glass, “wait, this isn’t a date?”

“Uh, I, uh, I, I didn’t want to assume, I mean, do you want it to be a date?”

“Barclay” Joseph sets the bottle down, “I asked you out to something outside of the normal way of spending time together, without anyone else present, and kept holding your hand. And I kept flirting with you.”

“I know, but you kinda flirt with everyone.”

A self-deprecating laugh as Joseph joins him on the couch “Some work habits are hard to turn off; I have to be good at getting people at ease with me, to like me, because then they share information more readily. I guess that could make it hard for someone else to tell the difference.”

“So, uh” Barclay’s fingers cling to the knees of his jeans, “does that mean I could maybe, uh, kiss you?”

Joseph cups his cheek, guiding him in for a gentle kiss on his still chilly lips. Barclay whimpers, spends a moment embarrassed by the noise before Joseph lets out a little growl and shoves him backwards, climbing on top of him and kissing him demandingly. 

“‘Grrr’ to you too, babeAHhhhfuck” He rolls his hips as Joseph grinds down and sucks teasingly on his lower lip.

“Is, is that okay?” His black hair is coming loose from it’s gelled swoop, he’s blushing, and his eyes are wider than Barclay’s ever seen.

“Oh my god it’s so much more than okay.” Barclay groans, bringing his hands up to squeeze his ass and press them closer, “fuck, babe, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to drag you into the stand and, fuck, and cover your mouth so no one would know how hard I was making you cum.”

“Lordalmighty” Joseph jerks his hips, “why didn’t you?’

“Because I OH, oh yeah, bite there again, I wasn’t sure you liked me that way, and I really like you, and I didn’t wanna fuck things up.”

Joseph kisses his cheek, murmurs in his ear “Well, now that you know the truth, I want you to fuck me up, big guy. Think you can do that?”

Barclay growls for real this time, flipping them so they’re on their sides and Joseph’s back is pressed to the cushions of the couch. He grabs the dark haired man’s leg, hooking it over his own. 

“Yeah, blue eyes, I think I can.”

With that he slams their lips together, grinding his hips hard as the couch springs wobble under them and Joseph tangles his hands into his hair. His hands make up for lost time, slipping under Josephs shirt, dipping below his pants, mapping as much as him as they can find. 

“Barclay I AHlord, I have a bed you know?” 

“We can use that next time, burned through all my patience not jumping you at the rink.”

He feels Joseph smile, “Fine by me.”

“Fuck” he drags his mouth down, Joseph laughing when his beard scratches his neck, “fuck there’s so much I wanna do to you. Bet it’s so fucking fun to fuck you after practice, bet you’re all worn out and wanna be taken care of.”

“Holy shit.” Joseph matches his pace, working his hips as best he can in time with Barclay’s increasingly erratic thrusts. 

“Gonna keep you in bed all day, babe, suck you off so good you’ll beg me to come back tomorrow, gonna show you just how good I can treat you with this” he gives a sharper thrust for emphasis, “gonna, fuck, ohfuck, Joseph, fuckfuck” he cums hard, lifts his hand up to hold onto the top of the couch as the rides it out, Joseph moaning into his mouth and functionally pinned  between him and the cushions. 

“Fuck I, I didn’t mean to cum in my pants like it’s my first fucking time.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s the best thing anyone’s done with me in months. Now” he nips Barclay’s ear,  “show me how creative you are, big guy, and get me off.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Between the two of them they contort enough to get Joseph's pants open and down, Barclay shifting back slightly to slide his hands into his boxer briefs, the front of which is completely soaked. 

“That’s so fucking hot, can’t believe you want me that bad”

“Nnnnnhuh” Is what Joseph manages in reply, his face pressed into the crook of Barclay’s neck, breath coming in short, warm bursts as he jacks him off. Barclay pays attention to which motions make him louder, which make him wiggle his hips with more force, and peppers the side of his face with kisses, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky. 

Joseph gets less eloquent the longer Barclay works him over, sinks his teeth into the neck of his shirt as he cums, whole body taut and picture perfect as he does. Barclay pulls his hand away, flopping it over Joseph's hip as they lay panting, the dark haired man nudging them so he can rest against Barclay’s chest while the larger man thanks the lucky stars floating somewhere just above the ceiling for all this. 

“Do you, um, want to stay for dinner? I have to do laundry anyway, so I can toss your clothes in so you don’t have to drive home like that” He ghosts a hand over the damp spot by Barclay’s fly. 

“That an excuse to have me wandering around your place naked?”

“Not entirely. Your shirt is fine, and I think I have some underwear that will fit you.”

“Fine, half-naked.” He kisses the top of his head. 

“When you put it like that, yes. This is both an excuse to have you half-naked in my house and to spend more time with you. Which might be my favorite thing in the world; seeing you at the rink was always the best part of my day.” 

Barclay cuddles him closer, wrapping him in his arms to keep away any lingering ice in the air. “Mine too.”

[yoonjinkooked]

On Call  | part 1

moodboard by the lovely and amazing @flajka

Pairing: Y/N / Jungkook

Rating: 18+

Genre: Strangers to lovers / Rom-Com / Humor / Smut

Warnings for part 1: ranting, mentions of blood and injuries, good ass flirting, lots of good looking doctors, mentions of sex. The explicit stuff is saved for part two. 

General warnings:  (explicit sex, cursing, more to be added)

Word Count: 5147 +

Summary: After a catastrophic first date, you end up leaving the hospital angry, tired and date-less. Hoping to have a drink or five, you end up in a nearby bar, sitting next to the same doctor who caught your eye earlier.

A/N: I had to split it into two parts. I REALLY did not want to do that but I am absolutely not happy with how I wrote a large chunk of this, so I am writing it all over again. I can’t keep you waiting anymore so I’ll split this one. The smutty stuff comes in the next chapter. 

I’m sorry for the long wait, life got in the way. I will have a day off before the weekend so I think I’ll manage to finish it then. To make it more specific - Part 2 by Sunday!

Let me know what you guys think! :)

First dates are horrible.

Even if they’re going well, even if you end up meeting the love of your life, that first date is always going to be horrible, at least just a little bit.

You’ve had shitty first dates and some not so shitty first dates but you’ve never had something that you’d call a traumatic first date. Until today.

Giving Tinder a shot wasn’t something that you really wanted to do. Dating apps were always something you were skeptical about, despite having a good friend who had met his current fiancé over one of said apps. A place for horny people who want easy sex – that’s what those dating apps were for you.

You have refused to install one, until you have become just that – a horny person who wants easy sex. Two glasses of wine and three dick pics later, you have actually managed to find someone who seemed… okay. Good looking, but not loud about it. No dick pics – big bonus. And he actually managed to avoid cheesy pickup lines and just… asked you to meet up for coffee. So, you have decided to give Adam a shot. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Save from horror movie scenarios, of course.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, Adam could turn out to be an idiot who doesn’t watch where he’s walking and he could end up stepping into an open manhole in the middle of the street, grabbing you by the hand as he fell, knocking you on the ground in the process, all while still managing to break his leg.

But what kind of bad luck would you need to have for that to happen?

Apparently, the amount of bad luck you have is sufficient. Adam did indeed fall into a manhole but not before grabbing hold of you while trying to keep himself balanced – you were too surprised to react in any way, so not only did he end up falling but so did you, hitting your head on the pavement and scratching your arm on concrete.

All you can remember clearly are his yells and blood. The rest is a blur, from the point of you calling 911 to you sitting here, in a hospital, waiting to be checked by a doctor.

In the history of bad first dates, this has to be the runner-up, at the very least. All of that before the biggest plot twist of the night – the arrival of Adam’s girlfriend. The girl was worried sick and the moment you saw her throw herself onto a broken Adam, you silently decided to not go into his room after all.

At least the cut on your hand isn’t too bad – it stopped bleeding over the last few minutes and other than a light headache and an immense feeling of embarrassment, you’re doing pretty okay. Well, you’re also annoyed with waiting in a very crowded waiting room – apparently your situation is not serious enough to earn you a room, bed or even a simple chair.

“Taehyung, go check on him,” the voice belongs to a doctor walking past you, obviously giving some instructions. He’s handsome as hell, tall and with dark hair – much better looking than Adam. He probably watches where he’s walking too. “Check back with me when you’re done, okay?”

“Excuse me,” he turns around when you call him, finally deciding to no longer wait in silence. “Can someone tell me where to go or what to do? I have been waiting for more than an hour.”

“What are you here for?” he ask as his eyes go over you quickly, narrowing down on your arm. “Bad fall?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I hit my head a bit too. I feel okay though.”

“Any pain?” he asks, walking closer to you. Close enough to make you swallow a lump because holy fuck, he is really good looking.

“Just a regular headache kind of pain,” you explain. “And my arm does hurt a bit too.”

“I’ll have a nurse clean that up,” he tells me. “What’s your name?” he asks.

“Y/N,” you force a smile. “Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Okay Y/N, please do what I say. Lift your right arm up,” he instructs and you do as he said. “Put it down. Now please stick your tongue out,” you follow his lead, even though you feel like a bit like an idiot, sticking your tongue out in the middle of a hospital waiting room. “Good. Now please follow my finger – just with your eyes, don’t move your head. Okay?” you follow his finger left to right, gulping yet again as you become aware of very direct eye contact. You repeat a mantra in your head, reminding yourself that it’s literally his job to look at you.

“Just a weak headache you say?”

“Well, if we ignore the growing death wish, yes,” he frowns at your tragic joke, causing you to smile and shake your head. It’s too complicated to explain anyways.

“You seem to be doing just fine, Y/N,” he reassures you. “If you feel any pain, just a regular pain medication should help. If your headache doesn’t leave you by tomorrow night, I’d advise you to come back here for a checkup. But for now, you don’t need a CT. I’ll just have… Jimin!” he calls for someone. And boy oh boy, it’s someone alright - a very good looking, blonde young man in blue scrubs walks towards us. “Jimin, please clean up her wound and see if stitches are needed,” he tells him.

“Sure thing, Dr. Kim,” Jimin smiles at the doctor.

“And Y/N, remember, if you feel anything unusual, come back here. Okay?” Dr. Kim asks.

“Okay,” you nod obediently, knowing damn well you will already be on your way back to the hospital the second you feel anything out of the ordinary.

“Follow me, Miss Y/N,” Jimin instructs you with a smile and you follow him. As you do, you can’t help but wonder if every damn person in this hospital is good looking – both he and Dr. Kim could be supermodels if they really wanted to. Or maybe they aren’t that good looking and you’ve just hit my head a bit too hard.

“MOVE!” you jump up when a yell carries through the hallway. Before you can even react, Jimin is grabbing your intact hand and pulling you to the side. Backed up against the wall, you watch in shock the scene that unfolds before you. A group of people is literally running through the hallway with a stretcher between them. “Move, move, move!” you realize now who is yelling – it’s the doctor who is all but lying on the stretcher. You don’t see much as they pass you – it’s a blur of people, different colored scrubs and blood. What you do see is that a doctor is literally above the patient, who is lying on the stretcher, his hands too bloody for you to see and understand what the hell he is doing. And then they’re gone, taking a turn to the right at the end of the hallway. You can still hear him yelling commands, his voice fainter by the second.

“Holy shit.”

“Yes,” Jimin chuckles. “Just another day at the office,” he starts walking again and not knowing what else to do, you just follow him, avoiding stepping onto the droplets of blood that coat the floor. It looks like that’s also a part of their every day schedule.

“Isn’t that patient more important than I am?” you wonder. “I mean, this is just a scratch. I could probably even clean it up at home, he looks like he needs more help than I do.

“Miss Y/N, there were three nurses around that stretcher,” Jimin smiles back at you. “If I go there, I would do more harm than help. Doctor Jeon and the team can handle it.”

Agreeing with his subtle suggestion that this really is none of your business, you shut up and follow him. Finally, you have a chance to sit down when the two of you end up in a small office, equipped with what one would call basic doctor supplies. You wait as Jimin collects what he needs, before he turns on the light and takes a good look at your injured arm.

“Ouch, that’s not pretty. Did you fall?”

The snort that leaves you causes him to raise his eyebrows in confusion. “You could say that. My date fell into a manhole,” you almost chuckle when I see Jimin’s eyes go wide in surprise. Honestly, you would have laughed hard if Adam didn’t actually get seriously injured. “And nearly dragged me into it with him.”

“That sounds like… a bad date,” he comments.

“Yeah. First date too,” the grimace on Jimin’s face says it all. “We barely even shook hands before he was falling down. I guess I’m gonna go celibate now. Did I mention his girlfriend showed up at the hospital?”

“Ouch,” he comments. Before you could respond, the touch of an alcohol soaked swab makes your hand flinch as Jimin start’s cleaning your injurty. “You are having a rough night.”

“More like a rough year,” you mumble.

“Miss Y/N, you need to look at the bright side,” Jimin smiles at you. It’s easy for him to say – he strikes you as a big ball of fluff and positive. You, on the other hand, are a walking disaster. “After the rain comes the rainbow. Karma has her way of doing things.”

“If you say so.”

Jimin works in silence while you stare at the floor and contemplate your life, deciding to leave the hospital as soon as he is done with fixing you up. A part of you wanted to find Adam and his girl, cause a scene and tell her to get away from him. Hell, if you had more energy, you would have gone with that plan. Now you just want to leave and get yourself a drink. Or five. When Jimin finished with cleaning your arm and applying some cream, you smile and thank him, asking for directions to the nearest bar.  

 After spending a few minutes wondering whether or not you should call your best friend and ask him to join, you have reached the conclusion that Hoseok’s bright and cheerful personality is not something that you need tonight.

He would chuckle at the story, telling you to look on the bright side, to be glad your leg wasn’t broken and that you got out before you ended up being ‘the other woman’. And while all of that would be absolutely correct, you do not need a ‘cheer up, buddy’ tonight. What you need is a decent amount of time to be alone and gloomy, wallow in self-pity and maybe drown in alcohol. With the day you’ve had, you deserve it – all of it.

“You sure you want another one?” the bartender asks when you point to the almost empty glass of Long Island Iced Tea in front of you – that’s what he served when you asked for a ‘drink that may end up killing you’. “Those things are pretty strong. You’re not driving, are you?” he asks, forcing you to make a mental note to tip him well because he’s actually worried about my well-being, even if I’m not.

“Not driving. And trust me, these are not nearly as effective as I want them to be.”

“Drinking to forget?” he’s asking too many question but he is getting the drink ready, so you take it.

“Hopefully.”

You have deleted Tinder the moment you sat down at the bar. It’s impossible to know when you’ll be ready to try again but one thing is certain - you won’t be trying on some cursed, shitty app. From this point on, you will go through my life without focusing on men and dick. You solemnly swear that you will not look for anything – in fact, you will wait for it to come on its own. And if it doesn’t, well, life goes on. With a job you like and a fairly cool group of friends, even an occasional hobby, you’ll have plenty of things to keep yourself occupied.

But. No. More. Men.

“Evening, doc!” the bartender’s cheerful voice snaps me you of a daze. “The usual?”

“Yep,” the voice next to you speaks up and against better judgment, you turn my head to look at him. As he sits down in the chair next to yours, you realize this is the same doctor that was yelling his way through the hallway earlier. Looking away from him, you decide not to draw attention to yourself. No particular reason why – attention is just the last thing on your mind now.

“Rough day today, doc?”

“No rougher than usual,” he chuckles. You focus on your drink, pushing the lemon around the glass with a straw, kind of pretending that it’s Adam and you are pushing him around. “You seem like you’ve had a worse day, what the heck happened to your arm?” it takes you a second to realize that the doctor is directing the question your way.

“I was dragged to the ground,” you mumble, not bothering to look his way. “Hurt my arm and hit my head.”

“Is your head okay?” he asks and even without looking at him, you know he is asking this as a doctor and not just a guy at the bar – there is literally a change in his tone, which suddenly turned serious.

“One of your colleagues checked it out and unfortunately, my head is okay,” you reply.

“You look way too young to sound so pessimistic,” he chuckles and you turn to him, slightly annoyed with his pestering. The earlier theory you had on how every employee of the hospital across the street is handsome is proven to be true because holy crap, he’s hot. You didn’t get a chance to notice it when he flew past on the stretcher earlier but now, even with the dim lights of the bar you’re at, you can see him much clearer. His face is gorgeous, flawless, with big brown eyes looking at me and a tiny smile on his lips. From what you can see, his physique is equally impressive. He is, simply put, hot as hell.

“I’m also way too sober for this conversation.”

If you had met him yesterday, who knows, maybe it would have ended with an offer to suck him off in the back alley – that’s how hot he is. But today sucks. Therefore, you won’t.

“Seems like you’re going to fix that soon enough,” he chuckles at you, probably because you are downing the drink much faster than one should down such a strong cocktail. “As a doctor, I’m obliged to tell you that you should hold back on your drinks if you’ve suffered a hit to the head.”

“How ‘bout a hit to my pride?” you turn on the stool to look at him, challenging him.  It’s evident that he is simply trying to have a conversation. His tone wasn’t condescending either – it was more of a good natured suggestion than a doctor’s advice. Still, it annoyed you, just a little. “That one can hurt just as hard as a hit to the head, can it not?”

“It can,” he nods his head. “But what can possibly be that bad?” he asks.

Do you speak up or keep your mouth shut?

To hell with it. You need to rant, are almost drunk and will never see him again.

“Had a date today,” you pause to take a sip of my drink. “First date. He fell into an open manhole.”

“Wait, is that the dude with the girlfriend?” he asks and you turn to him so fast, you think your neck muscle is strained. “Are you the girl who made a scene?”

“No I didn’t!” you gasp, shocked that he’d even suggest something like that. “I haven’t said a word to him! The girl showed up, I put two and two together, went to get my hand fixed and ended up here.”

“Who fixed your arm?” he asks, frowning in suspicion.

“A very hot blonde guy.”

“Jimin,” he chuckles and I nod my head, remembering the name now. “That explains a lot.”

“That explains what?” you ask, momentarily distracted when you notice the bartender serving the doctor his drink – mineral water. Sure, there’s ice and two slices of lemon in the glass but it is just mineral water. If that’s his regular drink, you don’t even want to know what he drinks when he’s feeling a bit tamer.

“Jimin has a habit of meddling into people’s lives a bit too often,” the doctor chuckles and a lump forms in your throat as you focus on his side profile – clear skin, chiseled jaw, cute nose and messy hair. Even his speech, now a bit slower than earlier, is hot. “He must have put two and two together because from what I’ve heard, he asked the dude where his date was, right in front of the girlfriend,” he tells you.

“Serves him right,” a dark chuckle leaves you as you realize just how thankful you are for the overly meddling nurse who did my work in your stead.

“The chick flipped and caused a ruckus,” the doctor continues. “With the way you’ve been sulking at the bar, I thought it might have been you. Stupid, I know – you even said it was a first date.”

“I’m just glad that’s behind me,” you mumble in response. “Or, will be, when I finish this drink.”

“The guy is a dick,” the bartender suddenly joins in, having obviously listened to your conversation. You can’t blame the guy – you’re sitting right in front of him. “You seem like a decent girl,” he tells you. “Why would you waste time on cheaters when you have nice guys like Doctor Jeon around?” he hits the doctor on the shoulder, hard, beaming down at him.

“You’ve always been a bad wing-man Chris, but I think you might have just outdone yourself.”

“Doctor Jeon isn’t even drinking,” you smile at the bartender. “I’m sure he’s not interested.”

“Doctor Jeon needs to drive home and hopefully get there in one piece,” the doctor laughs. “And please just call me Jungkook – the doctor thing is getting a bit weird,” he adds, obviously ignoring your comment that he isn’t interested. Could it mean that… no, probably not.

“Take a cab, Jungkook,” you tell him, turning around to stare at the shelves full of drinks, expensive and cheap, dark and colorful. Looking directly at him would be a very bad idea. “Life’s too short.”

“Mineral water is just fine,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “Besides, I might get called back to the hospital tonight. Probably not, but I never know. I’d rather be able to help someone than drunk.”

“Did you save that guy from today?” you ask, this time risking at all and looking at him, seeing the confusion on his heavenly face. “The one on the stretcher, the guy you were all but sitting on?”

“Ah,” he nods his head in understanding. “He’s in intensive care but most likely will make it through the night. He’s in good hands.”

“Doctor Jeon is a trauma surgeon,” the bartender, Chris as you now know, tells you with a knowing look. “Very big deal in the hospital.”

“Trauma surgeons or Doctor Jeon in particular?” you laugh.

“Chris, I think some glasses want to be polished,” Jungkook’s jaw clenches but you can still see a hint of a smile as he looks at his friend. “Don’t meddle, please. I can flirt just fine on my own.”

“Oh, is that what you were doing?” you laugh. This is becoming… very interesting.

“I’m about to, as soon as I find out your name,” he smirks your way. That one action, that one tiny smirk, made him 10 times more attractive than he was seconds ago.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats. Okay, it may be too soon to tell but you have an inkling of where this might end up going and at this point, you are ready to pray to god that it ends up going that way. More than once.

“He’s single,” the bartender suddenly pipes up.

“Chris.”

“And the kindest guy I know,” Chris still continues, ignoring Jungkook’s glares.

“Will you stop?”

“No,” you laugh at Jungkook. “No, I like this, he’s telling me all I need to know. Tell me, Chris, how often does he flirt with lonely ladies at the bar?” you ask.

“First time I’ve seen him do it,” Chris replies without blinking. “Beats your guy from earlier today by a mile.”

“That he does,” you agree immediately. Just superficial conversation and one look at Jungkook was enough to reach the same conclusion. Granted, you haven’t really had the chance to properly talk to Adam but his girlfriend did and based from what you’ve heard, she doesn’t like him that much at the moment.

“How about you talk now, Y/N, before Chris here finds my birth certificate,” Jungkook turns to you.

“What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re willing to share.”

“I doubt you’d be interested in hearing my life story,” you chuckle. “I’m a real estate agent. I’m tired and not as drunk as I want to be.”

“That’s all you think I need to know?” he laughs, leaning just a tiny bit closer. “Tell me who you are when you’re not angry at some random dick. Tell me about your hobbies, your interests, the things you hate the most, your plans for the future.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me or are you scouting for a would-be wife?” you frown.

“Play your cards right and ask me that question later.”

It’s so fucking endearing – he laughs at himself as he delivers such a cheesy, yet somehow smooth line. He is literally laughing at himself and that makes you chuckle too – he’s not taking himself too seriously and is genuinely funny. Hell, if he plays his cards right, you might just ask him to marry you.

“I hate cucumbers,” is what you decide to tell him. “Tom Cruise too – he’s creepy. I don’t like people who waste my time. I’m a TV show addict, I could live on popcorn and I never wear high heels. Does that satisfy your curiosity?” your eyebrows are raised as you throw the ball over in his field.

“Not even close,” he responds. Judging by the little smirk on his face, he can definitely tell that your interest is peaked in all the right ways. “You’re just making me want to know more, Y/N.”

“Unfair,” you pretend to glare at him. “It’s your turn now – it’s only fair if I know as much as you do.”

“Alright,” he nods his head. “I’m a surgeon, as you already know. I’m… a pretty boring guy if I’m being honest. I work, workout, occasionally meet up with my friends and sleep. I like cucumbers but I can’t stand eggplants. I never really gave Tom Cruise much thought but you do have a point, he is a bit creepy,” Jungkook grimaces and you laugh, glad to hear you’re not the only one with that opinion. “I barely even have a life outside of work.”

You were goofing off at first but by the time he finishes, the humorous tone of the conversation isn’t really there anymore. He’s a doctor, a surgeon at that – it’s not hard for you to imagine just how big of a price his personal life had to pay in order for him to have a career like that. While it’s a shame, in your opinion, it was a decision he was very much aware of – as well as its consequences.

“Seems like maybe I’m not the only one who needs a drink tonight,” you give him a pointed look.

“Nah,” he smiles at you, shaking his head. “I still need to drive. Besides, you’ve had a bad day. This is just a regular day for me. Well, almost regular – I don’t usually talk to a pretty girl by the end of it.”

This time around, you stay silent.

It’s not something you can say and seeing as you do find him attractive it’s not the logical response either. You should smile at him, run fingers through your hair, try to appear as sensual and as flirty as possible – or as much as you can be, with dirty jeans and a big ass scratch on your arm. Doctor Jeon ticks off all the boxes, or at least all that you can think off, with your mind a little bit hazy, thanks to Chris’s mean cocktail. You should play the game and see where it’ll take you.

But you don’t. No, you stay silent and you look at the drink before you, ignoring the pair of eyes you feel on you. Perhaps you have had enough? Perhaps Adam was the last straw, your last chance before giving up completely? Maybe, maybe not. But for whatever reason, you decide to stay silent.

To his credit, Jungkook follows your lead. He doesn’t push you and that makes him look even better in your eyes. He was following your lead, pushing as far as you’d let him. Not all men have that ability, sadly. Jungkook does, he has something you can only describe as a peaceful aura. He strikes you as a laid back, everything is going to be okay, kind of guy. He’s not desperately trying to impress, nor is he trying to pull off a bad boy vibe. Thinking about it now, he seems like the most mature guy you were ever interested in, even in passing, even if you’ve only talked to him for a few minutes.

Now you want to speak up, say something, anything, but your mouth just opens and closes, as you find that as much as you want to, you’re not capable of forming words.

And why would you? Come to think of it, seriously, why would you? You barely even talked. You have had a day from hell, you are tired and there’s not much he could provide you with, other than a distraction. It would do it’s trick, you might get a good night and a few worthy memories but at the end of it all, you would probably never see his face again. At least outside of the emergency room.

Your brain is playing tennis with itself, throwing the ball from one side to another as you debate whether or not something should be done, mentally listing all the pros and cons to each option, asking yourself further questions that simply lead you nowhere. That’s the way overthinking works and you should know, since you do it all the damn time.

His glass hits the bar a bit too hard and you flinch, looking at it from the corner of your eye. It’s empty, the tennis match in your head is slowly coming to an end – no winner. You do nothing, don’t say a word, don’t look at him. You only look at the bartender as he tells Jungkook to keep an eye on the bar as he goes to get more tequila from the back.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asks and the moment your eyes meet, the beat of your heart turns frantic. You wish you could slow it down somehow, or at least ignore it and focus on other things. Nope, none of it could work even if you tried – your heart is going berserk and all you can look at is Jungkook’s face. His eyes really are a one hell of a sight. “I’m going home now,” he tells you, his eyes looking around your face, from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again. “I would very much like to take you there with me. You had a horrible day and you deserve something to keep your mind off it. I’d be happy to oblige. It would also be a nice change for me, to not go home alone once,” he adds.

Okay, it’s happening. The ball is on your side now. The problem is, Jungkook’s suggestion sounded more like a ‘let’s go steady’ than ‘do you want to fuck’ and that leaves you uneasy. Not a single thing about this screams one night stand to you, other than the fact that he is very much a stranger.

But you want to. God, do you want to. You want to suck him dry and run your hands through his hair as he fucks you – on a desk, on the floor, up against the wall, in the shower, on the bed – wherever it’s physically possible, really. You can’t remember the last time someone so stupidly handsome was offering you what Jungkook is offering now. Even if he makes it sound way more romantic than it should sound like, the hidden promise is there – you’d get dicked down.

Fuck it, you want it. Even more so, you need it.

“What kind of distraction are you suggesting, exactly?” you ask, praying to everyone and everything that your poker face is as stable as you want it to be.

“I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting, Y/N,” he mumbles, still keeping his eyes directly on you. It’s a little uncomfortable and your first instinct is to look away, to save yourself, but you can’t. With every word he says, he is drawing you in, deeper. “We can play coy, if that’s what you want, but you know very well how this is going to end.”

“And what about my head?” you do play coy, but you also throw in a subtle smirk, to make sure your intentions are clear, even though they are very much different than your words. “Weren’t you worried about me drinking after I’ve hit my head? How could a… distraction be healthy for me?”

“Oh, it could be,” he chuckles. “Healthy, enjoyable and dare I say, addictive. And just to settle your worries – nothing better than doctor supervision over the course of the night.”

You laugh because fuck it, it’s sold and you want him to know that.

“I trust I’ll be in good hands.”

“Oh, you will be,” it sounds both exciting and sinister and it stirs you in all the right ways. “Let’s go,” you are surprised with how quickly he takes out a couple of bills from his back pocket and throws them onto the bar, paying for both of your drinks and then some. He doesn’t wait for Chris to get back – he’s already on his feet and reaching for your hand. “Let’s go – I don’t want to waste more time.”

You let him drag you out of the bar, hoping that his dick is just as good as his game.

[kriffingunlucky]

Commander Wolffe x mute! reader

A pretty long one I’d been working on for ages. Hope you enjoy! :’)

The seemingly endless battle continues, blaster fire and explosions erupt in the once peaceful village, destruction following the noise. Running as fast as your legs could carry you, you stay down low and crouched against a wall, eyes set on your destination. It was a cage of your people, trapped and imprisoned by the Separtists. Jumping and grabbing onto a ledge of a crumbled home, you pull yourself up and walk along the thin wall, bending down before you leap onto one of the droids guarding the cell, the one nearest to you. Arms wrapping around it’s neck piece, feet steadied against it’s back, you grab it’s head in attempts to rip it off before it yells. But,

“AHHHH!!”

That didn’t work too well. It’s friend turns and shoots at you, one of the lazer bolts skimming your shoulder but you don’t let go, you jerk your body to move the clanker with you. The other shoots the one you’re on, blasting it’s head off of it’s shoulders and making you fly backwards. You tumble, with the disabled droid’s head in hand, you sit up enough to pitch the thing at the last droids head with all your might. You knock it’s block off as well.

No time to rest. You tell yourself as you get up off of the ground, your brown robes dirty and torn from past encounters, placing a firm foot on the droid you grab its arm and rip it off with a large yank. Sparks fly.

Walking up to the entrance you wave the people back, then swing and smash the controls, setting off an alarm but opening it. You wave them forward, summoning them to follow you, they all mummer and thank you, expressing how grateful or scared they are. Running and stopping at the end of a hallway, you lift a slab of stone up, jerking your head for them to go inside and quickly.

They do.

They all file inside and crouch down, it wasn’t much, but they were away from captivity and danger for the most part. It was an old basement of a destroyed house that you’d noticed running over there, smiling softly and putting a finger to your lips before you close the entrance for good. You’d caught smiles, thank yous and tears before the hole was covered again. Your hands were bloody, as well as your legs and shoulder now, but you couldn’t stop. You climb the building and scout the best way to the next capture point. But something catches your eye.

It was a clone.

One single clone, standing in front of a small girl, defending her from waves of droids. Your eyes dart everywhere, when you see a nearby building with some supplies. Your feet start to carry you before you could even react, leaping the large cracks of the different structures and when you land, you snatch a grenade. Pulling the pin and pitching it as hard as you could to the flood of droids, it explodes and does two things.

One, is that it gives him a moment to breathe because it took down many droids. And two is that it caught the attention of fellow clones nearby, so he’s getting reinforcements right now. His brothers skillfully shooting down the enemy forces and assisting him.

Smiling in satisfaction, you turn away and gather the newly found stuff into your empty satchel. Sliding down a pole from the top of a building, you adjust your robes and begin progressing into more dangerous territory. Your hands grip the staff that you’d found tightly as you turn a corner, coming across another prison, but also more droids. You slide against the walls and duck, when they turn your way, checking before dashing to a closer spot.

They should walk directly beside me, then I can take them down and free my people before more of them come. I can lead them back to where I left the others.

Gripping the staff and steadying out your trembling hands, you can hear their clanking footsteps.

One.

Two.

THREE!

Swinging around the corner and smashing the one, you jump sideways to avoid the shot, then destroy the other one. Panting and hurrying to the door of the cell, not having to wave them backwards because they were already huddled together in a corner, you swing relentlessly and shatter the control panel. This cell being the biggest you’ve ever penetrated, you were worried something would go wrong, so you hurry. Ripping open the door and waving them to follow, the reluctantly do so, you check if the coast is clear then you lead them back to the previous hiding place you’d found. Struggling to move the slab again, you hear strained gasps and choked sobs, but you pop into the doorway and smile to reassure them.

Waving at them to make room. They don’t understand, so you mouth to them to move. Still not understanding you grunt and move backwards, just continuing to show the others inside, they’ll readjust. You don’t have time for this.

After all of them crawl in, you are barely able to move the slab back, your body shaking madly. You’d lost too much blood and exerted yourself in many ways, but you push yourself to walk from that position. You couldn’t be caught, having them found as well. Swaying as you speed walk to a small spot you see across the way, you get knocked off of your feet by a Commando Droid.

Your mouth moves to cry out in pain, for help, but you couldn’t. The strain of it’s metal foot pressed against your chest makes you gasp for air, beating on it’s leg in an attempt to move it, but you couldn’t. Looking to the side and seeing two more of them stalking towards where you were, you panic, moving your arm far enough back to dig in your bag. You pull you a detonator and activate it, struggling to roll it across the ground, you throw it towards the enemy forces.

Somehow, out of sheer luck, it knocks them off of their feet. And when they stand back up they storm towards you. Clacking in their robotic language the one stepping on you presses hard, making you wheeze, tears prick your eyes as the world goes black slowly. Pointing the gun at you, you flinch, but nothing happens.

A loud bang is heard as the pressure is released, your eyes snapping open as you attempt to scurry away. Gunfire is heard from behind you, which makes you jump. Looking backwards and seeing a force of clones invading, you almost cry. You were safe. They were safe.

Once they shoot down all of the commando’s and secured the area, one of them kneels beside you. On his helmet, under his visor had a smeared looking design. “You okay, ma’am?” He asks, touching the singed clothes around your shoulder wound.

You nod slowly, your body trembling. Mouthing to him frantically and pointing towards where your people were, he tilted his head in a puzzled way. His hand retracting and body freezing.

Your face drops as you attempt to stand, knowing you’d have to show them, but your knees gave out which made you fall back down on your ass. Making your shoulders drop, your eyes darting downwards.

“Don’t try to get up, you’re hurt pretty badly. Erm, just stay here, m’kay?” He asks as he stands, declaring as he walks away. “I’ll be back in a sec!”

You watch him walk towards another clone, placing his hands on his hips as they talk. Both looking back at you, the one he walked up to nods before starting towards you, the other following behind. Taking his helmet off when he reaches you, he kneels down, looking you in the eye.

You blink a couple times, cheeks gaining a pink hue as you look at his handsome face. He had strong, sharp features; his jawline could probably cut a diamond. His skin was a dark shade, a lighter colored scar running through his left eye, which you take note that it was a cybernetic eye. But his other eye was a natural, deep brown. His ears were big, lips were big and hands were big as he reached forward and touched your arm to inspect your burn.

Looking away from him in a shy way you let out a large breath, continuing to tell yourself mentally that you’re okay and they’re okay. You’re okay and they’re okay. It was hard to believe that you didn’t die due to the risks that you took.

Jerking your arm away quickly because of the sudden pain that was caused, you look at him wide eyed. Shaking slightly and trying to steady your breath, you look down apologetically.

“So you’re mute?” He asks sort of awkwardly as he takes your arm again, more gently.

You nod and glance at him, not meaning to stare a bit too long as he was focused on your arm. He’d wrapped it up and was now tying off the bandage. His brows creased and lips pressed together, he glances to you and meets your (e/c) eyes. “Is there a problem, miss?” He raises a brow. The fact that you think he’s hot totally flying by his head and making him think you’re just trying to gain his attention.

Caught off guard, you shake your head with a blush. Lifting your arms to ask him to help you up he understands and does so, but doesn’t let you stray from him. He lets you use him as a crutch as he walks with you. You lead him and his men to the spot that you’d lead the people to, your heart hammering when you see that the building beside it had been completely demolished, leaping away from the Commander you fall to your knees as you move the rubble with much problem. Your eyes were watering and you could barely move a few pieces, looking back to the clone with a panicked expression.

Wolffe took action off of that and ordered his men to start moving the slabs of stone, him helping after comming his General and informing him of his status, he grunts once him and his men carry away a large piece. Dropping it with a thud you scamper to the now exposed entrance. Tugging on it with much resistance, you manage to move it.

Looking into the not so big space, you narrow your eyes. You couldn’t really see anything but you began crying once you saw that they were all there.

They really are safe.

Your shoulders slouch and you look back to the Commander with a huge smile, who had a puzzled look on his face, but when he squatted down and saw those people he realized.

“Did you save them?” Wolffe looked at you, eyebrows raised.

Your tears didn’t stop as you nodded. Your emotions all hitting you at once you couldn’t function properly, you couldn’t bring yourself to your feet or to move. So he scooped you up carefully, allowing his men to start helping the civilians out. Cradling you in his arms as your wiped your tears, he didn’t seem to mind holding you either.

All of them are safe, they’re all okay. You think and that only makes you sob harder, curling up in his arms. Closer to him as you whimper.

Wolffe carries you to the Medic that had just arrived with Master Plo Koon, explaining to him the extent of your injures, which weren’t too bad but he still wanted to get you fixed up. At least he thought they weren’t.

The medic made him lay you down on a mat he’d rolled out, which made you whine slightly, flinching. Looking up at Wolffe who did the same, they exchange a look then the medic begins looking over your form. You didn’t break your legs nor arms, but you did sprain your wrist and bruise your ribs. Your adrenaline had worn off by now and you were very obviously in pain, so he gave you strong pain killers.

Eyes half lidded as you blink and look around frantically, startled by the numbness, you meet the medic’s kind eyes. “Take a hold of his hand.”

He softly directs you to hold Wolffe’s large hand, in which you do, and smile at him as he nods down at you. Not noticing that the large clone had glared at the medic because of this.

You finally fall unconscious and the medic finishes his job, bandaging up your bangs and nicks. He re-bandages your shoulder wound after applying bacta, sighing. “She lost a good bit of blood and when she wakes up she’ll be quite weak. I’m assuming she did all of that destruction that we couldn’t track?”

“She did.” The Commander grunts in reply. “Surprisingly enough she took out a couple posts, where they were using her people as human shields, and brought them to that building. Saving them.”

“She must be very tired then.” The medic smiles and smooths your hair out gently, wiping some dirt off of your face, before standing to leave. “I’m assuming you’ll be taking care of her until she’s well?” He smirks.

Wolffe was dazed, only slightly, as he ran his fingers through your hair. It was so soft. He’s never touched something he’s liked so much. Such a beautiful (h/c), even if it was dirty. He didn’t even hear the medic’s remark, and then the click of his tongue as he walked away. He kept your hand as he moved you, setting your head on his thigh and for more comfort he folded a blanket to tuck it under your head.

He kept your hand until you woke, actually. His large fingers playing with your hair the entire time. And when you opened your eyes, you were met with his deep brown ones and a smile.

You could definitely get used to this.

[highgaarden]

Lizzie/Landon - "I think I'm the first girl to break a bed with a guy, without even having sex with him while doing so." (pls let them break a bunch of other stuff while actually having sex)

two-shot! read and comment on ao3, please!

where you cast those stones you wear;

rating: explicit chapters: 1/2 characters: lizzie/landon; background klaus/caroline, background hope/landon, background josie/penelope; the whole SS gang.

where you cast those stones you wear

part i

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“There you are.”

Lizzie’s smile is the fakest ass fake smile he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot of them.

It’s how she smiles when Wade asks her for donations to his Anime club. Or when Dr Saltzman caught all of them at the Old Mill trying to make moonshine (Kaleb’s idea). Her smiles are especially at their fakest when she wants to pull Hope away from him for some magical assistance to whatever trouble she’s managed to get herself—

—and Josie, and Alaric, Raf, MG, (himself, though she’ll never count him) and probably half the school along as well—

—that week. “Just the person I wanted to randomly bump into in study hall.”

“Really,” he deadpans, not believing her one bit.

He shifts his book just a little closer to his chest. He’s not nervous, but her energy is full of it sometimes, and sometimes it’s just energy personified that bounces off the calm he tries to fill his study hall with.

You know, where they’re supposed to study – in silence, preferably – but with Lizzie, there’s never much of silence.

It’s with a bit of a niggling discomfort that Landon realises he’s learned her tells: Lizzie can talk up a storm, always, but it’s in tense moments that she can’t seem to shut up. Not that he’d ever tell her to shut up; he doesn’t know why he always just wants to be nice to her, despite her printing out posters of VOTE ARTISANAL JAR OF MAYONNAISE FOR HOMECOMING KING last semester and sticking them all over school.

 —

 “Well?” Lizzie prompts, clicking her tongue.

Landon’s just sitting there, and for all his humble bragging about being at the top of their classes he’s just… sitting there, with a look that tells her he’s not quite registering what she’s just said to him.

“I’m—I’m sorry?” he finally says.

Lizzie sighs loudly enough for the entire study hall to send glares their way. Landon attempts to tamp down on their aggression, but all Lizzie does is just sigh louder.

Sorry, Landon mouths apologetically again, raising his hand at Wade, who looks close to crying over exam revision.

“Landon,” Lizzie says with finality.

“Lizzie,” Landon matches her tone. “I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to repeat yourself.”

Murder is the only word that comes to mind with the glare she sends his way. But she decides to humour him.

“Wow, that’s so weird. I feel like I’m just mishearing you. Again, please—hey, I said please.”

Lizzie’s mouth moves around the words she’s telling him.

Landon continues to stare at her blankly. “Sorry, there’s just this weird ringing in my ears. It sounds like you just asked me to be your boyfriend?”

 —

 Elizabeth Jenna Saltzman.

Asking him, resident emo-boy, a marginally competent bird as she always ‘fondly’ calls him, to be her esteemed partner.

“Am I hearing this right?”

Lizzie hisses right through her teeth, “Do not insult me, you moderately competent bird.”

See?

He lifts his book as if to deflect the blow of her mighty glare. “Look, I’m not! I’m just – are you feeling alright? Been getting enough sleep?”

“Two weeks have passed since my mom’s come back, and I have thoroughly exhausted every single mother-daughter bonding activity ever, and she’s moved on from Oh Lizzie, my favourite daughter, I’ve missed you so much snuggling to Who is this Sebastian your father keeps mentioning lectures.” Lizzie adds flippantly: “I’m not vibing with it.”

“Sebastian?”

“Super sexy perma-teen vampire but a complete misjudgement of character on my end.”

“And this isn’t?” Landon mumbles.

“I need to get my mother off my back, keep up.” Lizzie inches forward in her seat. The ends of her hair graze the table with how much she’s leaning towards him, making him look her in her wide, blue eyes. Always with the theatrics. “You’re just about at the exact opposite end of the Sebastian spectrum. Mopey, dependable, not obviously good looking, but your other qualities probably can make up for that. And you’re the kind of guy would probably wake up super early to get me a coffee and croissant before school, because that’s just how cheesy you are.”

“Thanks?”

“Don’t interrupt me. Anyway, it’s not just for my benefit either.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

Lizzie’s smile widens just a touch. “Heard your little crush on Hope just went up in flames.”

So is his face now, all puffed out and embarrassed. He lowers his voice and hisses, “How do you know about that?”

“Oh Landon. My sweet thrift store hobbit,” Lizzie sighs. “Everyone knows about it. You wear it like a badge of constant glumness. You didn’t speak to Jed for a whole week after he bought her a sandwich last week.”

“I could’ve bought her a sandwich too, big deal,” Landon mutters.

Lizzie raises a sharp finger and looks smug. “Ah, but you didn’t! See, my boy, you’ve got no game. Now imagine how much cooler your image would be if you were seen with resident popular girl,” she gestures to herself. “Your reputation would shoot up the ranks.”

“There are ranks?”

“Duh,” Lizzie says like it’s the most obvious thing. “And you, being a phoenix without actually possessing any unique phoenix qualities other than resurrecting – ”

“That’s not unique enough?”

“—looking like a pale artichoke in gym class doesn’t help, either. I am your salvation!” Lizzie finishes, hands on her hips and jaw raised like she’s standing centre-stage at their annual talent competition.

Landon narrows his eyes. “You think people will like me more if it looks like I’m dating you?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Move a little.” She takes a seat next to him gracefully, tucking her skirt under her thighs. “Listen. I need my mom to stop breathing down my neck. She’s been looking at me like she wants to give me the birds and the bees talk, with visual aid, flash cards and mini-theatre and I’d rather not go through that again. Once was more than enough. Pretty sure Dad wants her to exact power over my social life, since he doesn’t really have any say in that, and I’m looking at two semesters of constant surveillance. Or a twelve-step programme. And Professor M isn’t helping either—”

Landon shuts his book. “How does Professor M know about your love life?”

“Everyone knows about my love life, Landon. I’m interesting.” She rests an unwilling hand on his shoulder with a grimace. “And soon you will be too.”

“Because I’ll be dating you.”

“Fake dating,” Lizzie corrects primly.

“And you think Hope will like me, even though I’ll be unavailable?”

“There’s something to be said about wanting the unattainable, Landon. And trust me, you will be unattainable once you’re standing by my side.”

“Yeah, because everyone will think I’m nuts.”

“I resent that. Say yes.”

“Lizzie, I—” a panicked, helpless sort of look crosses Landon’s face. “This is really dishonest; I don’t think we should be…”

“Let me do the thinking for both of us, alright Little Bird?” Lizzie snips. “Getting back in my parents’ good books, the teachers off my backs for any sort of inevitable breakdown, and you… get to be Professor M’s potential son-in-law one day.”

“This is extremely coercive, you know,” Landon points out, but the protest is feeble at best. “And making me really uncomfortable. Nobody will buy it.”

“We’ll just have to put on a really good show,” she swears. “Say yes.”

 —

 Two things happen the next two days:

Landon attempts to say hi to Hope, who looks right through him to greet MG a good morning.

During lunch break, by some kind of miracle, he joins Hope and Lizzie for lunch just in time to hear Hope say, “You were right about the bio homework, by the way. Your ideas aren’t that bad, Saltzman.”

Lizzie cocks an eyebrow at Landon. “Welcome, Kirby.”

“Oh, hey Landon,” Hope greets warmly.

Landon takes all of thirty seconds to make up his mind.

Lizzie’s phone vibrates in her bag. When she checks it, it’s from Landon.

Just one word.

Yes.

 —

 Every Friday evening, the rag tag group of upper-secondary students meet for some dumb study group Emma had made them all participate in, in an effort to like, ‘bond’ as ‘one’ ‘community’ or something.

It’s astonishing that all of them consistently make it every single week, but no one will admit it’s because they appreciate each other’s company. They’d chalked it up to Stockholm Syndrome.

Rafael comes when he feels like it, but he’s usually stuck in detention helping Dorian jar newton eyes or something, but even he tries to be on his best behaviour so he doesn’t miss much of these.

It’s during one of these study groups that MG, having been not-so-discreetly been spying on Lizzie and Landon whilst they all parroted off chemical equations to each other, demands: “Why are you touching him?”

He’s probably been watching them really closely since the Bomb had Dropped.

Lizzie makes sure to have Josie walk into them in the courtyard one day with her hand placed very carefully on Landon’s thigh, and shocks her twin so much she goes running through the hallways until she bumps into Penelope, and blurts out the scene she just witnessed, swearing her to secrecy.

Penelope, of course, tells everyone else.

Lizzie pretends to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “Excuse you?”

MG narrows his eyes. “You just… keep putting your hand on Landon’s arm. Willingly. Why.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Penelope smirks, whilst Josie turns red and avoids Lizzie’s glare, “they’re the Salvatore School’s It Couple right now.”

“Fake news,” Jed coughs into his notes, and Kaleb guffaws.

Hope doesn’t do anything but watch the entire exchange with curious eyes.

“Look, Penelope, you don’t have to believe it,” Landon begins, but he’s making mopey eyes at Hope, so Lizzie decides to cut in.

“As devastated as I am to admit it, Frodo’s been growing on me,” Lizzie sighs, the vision of a woman distraught. “Who knew I was into nerd porn?”

MG’s ears might as well be whistling, and Jed’s cough sounds like a choke now.

“Girl, say what,” Kaleb says in one disbelieving breath. “Tell me you’re not serious. You okay? Been getting enough sleep? Is this a breakdown thing, ‘cause Emma said we have to like, show solidarity and help you visualise your inner child and shit—”

Lizzie smarts at that, just a little. Her lips part to shoot some of her automatic sass bullets, but surprisingly nothings comes out. Landon secretly puts his hand on her knee in a secret show of solidarity.

“Kaleb,” Josie says sharply. “People can change.”

Lizzie eyes Landon curiously. He shoots her a small smile, which she looks away from.

“Exactly,” Penelope nods, but she’s smirking in a way that says she doesn’t buy a single thing, and is enjoying every second of watching Landon squirm under everyone’s scrutiny. “Who’d you lose the bet to, Lizzie?”

Lizzie, despite herself, starts to feel annoyed. “I’ll have you know, Penelope, Landon isn’t the short end of an already short bunch of sticks—”

Landon tries to figure out the compliment there.

“Then – then prove it!” MG blurts out. “Kiss. If you’re really a couple, then – Kiss!”

That stops Lizzie short. “Milton. Ew.”

“Really gross, MG.” Hope shoots him a look of distaste.

“Voyeur much?” Penelope smirks.

“Nah, I’m with MG,” defends Kaleb. “This is really entertaining and all, but it’s kinda starting to weird me out. Suck his face. No way you’d do that willingly.”

“You’re all wrong,” Lizzie tells them politely. Or as politely as she can. Things are a-movin’ and she’s excited; she can already feel her legs tingling when she accidentally siphons some of Landon’s magic from his hand on her knee under the table. She swallows down the smugness in her voice, because this is exactly where she’d hoped the day would go. She turns to Landon, and wills him not to look so pale.

“Pucker up, ‘90s,” she coos.

Keeping her face as forced-smiley as possible she leans forward and gives Landon a peck on his lips. A small little one. A peck really, bird to bird.

Landon, to her discreet pleasure, kisses her back.

When they part their chaste, publicly-acceptable form of display, everyone is looking at them, shell-shocked.

Penelope steals Jed’s can of Coke just so she could do a spit-take.

 —

 “That plan worked out awesome. Score one to Saltzman,” Lizzie sighs victoriously as she plops down onto her bed. “Now on to Phase 2.”

“I really don’t want to know what Phase 2 is,” Landon mumbles. He’s got his arm slung over his eyes as he slumps three inches down into Lizzie’s plushy pink armchair.

“Phase 2 is Mom walking into us. She’s about to start baking downstairs. I know. It’s Tuesday. Ready?”

Slowly, Landon removes his arms. He stares at her. For like, a really long time. “What do you mean,” he widens his eyes, “by walking into us.”

Lizzie smiles deviously. Without warning, she lets out a very soft moan.

“Lizzie,” Landon hisses harshly.

“Yes, exactly, keep doing that,” Lizzie responds in a breathless voice, whilst she grins manically at him and flaps her hands, motioning for him to go louder.

“Lizzie,” Landon groans now, completely exasperated. “It’s barely been two days, I really doubt we’ll be having sex right now—”

“Yeah, keep talking dirty to me!” Lizzie all but bellows and jumps up on the bed, the mattress squeaking. She glares at Landon, who sighs, and very reluctantly joins her.

They jump up and down, and every so often Lizzie punches Landon in the arm so he lets out a believable grunt.

The mattress springs keep squeaking. Lizzie keeps up her panting.

After four more minutes of that, Landon’s a little out of breath, puts some spring in his jump, and lands in a pile of Lizzie’s haphazard pillows.

“Give it up, Lizzie,” he says, resuming his previous moping position of arm-over-eyes. “I think I pulled a muscle.”

“Sexy,” Lizzie says the way one might say ‘rancid foot’, but drops down next to him anyway. She stares at the ceiling, and they let out a long sigh.

After about another four minutes of moping, Lizzie turns to her side and swats Landon’s arm off his face. “Enough! Tomorrow night is another day.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” he points out, before propping himself up on one elbow to face her. “About that kiss just now—”

“They totally bought it,” Lizzie can’t resist interrupting.

“You sure you okay with this?” he mumbles in that Landon way of his. He studies her face. She notes the dark circles framing his obsidian-blues.

“Getting cold feet already, Kirby?”

“No, it’s just that—”

Her door swings open. “Elizabeth, do you remember where your mum put the…”

Lizzie and Landon whip around to see a very livid Professor M, staring at them, at the space between them, at the sweat beading on Landon’s forehead, at Lizzie’s once-sleek French braid that has now shaken loose, at the two of them again, at the space between them, and once more at Landon.

“Professor Mika-Mikaels—” Landon squawks, turning white as a sheet.

The growl that emanates from Professor M seems to make the room tremble, and Landon all but stutters to a stop. Lizzie, however, is coming up sunflowers. She practically bounces to her knees and throws her hands up, eyes crinkling warmly, exclaiming, “What did you need of me, my beloved stepfather!”

“Well, darling, I was looking for your mother’s ridiculously expensive sea salt but now I’m looking for something else entirely,” he grits out through clenched teeth, despite being slightly mollified by Lizzie’s welcome.

“And that is?” Lizzie all but croons, making a very conscious move towards Landon. “We’re kind of in the middle of studying right now.”

“Banishing objects, hm? Your books are missing.”

“Invisique,” Lizzie sings in reply. Landon just wants her to shut the fuck up, right now.

Landon’s head disappears, which is a good thing, because he looks like he’s holding in from puking his guts out, the way Klaus observes him like he’s a piece of meat.

“You’re the phoenix, yes?”

“Yes,” Landon says squeamishly.

“Alright,” Professor M seems to deliberate, before flashing over to Landon, grabbing him and throwing him out the room and right down the stairs.

“Niklaus Mikaelson!” comes her mom’s furious bellow.

“For FUCK’S SAKE, KLAUS!” She hears Dad yell. “WE JUST TALKED ABOUT THIS.”

Screams erupt, there’s a clattering of feet, and Lizzie falls out of bed in a perfect traumatised swoon, back of her hand rested delicately on her forehead. “Stepfather! Can we not with the dramatics!”

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” he warns with a finger wagging her way, his undisguised rage making his accent thicker.

“I’ll miss you when you’re suspended again,” Lizzie pouts.

He groans, already hearing Mom’s boots stomping up the stairs. “As shall I, my sweet.”

 —

 At least Landon’s gotten used to resurrecting. Cause of death: the ire of Professor Klaus Mikaelson.

Lizzie’s waiting for him with a warm blanket when he starts to stir, her head facing the sky like she’s enjoying the sunset. Blinking groggily, he turns onto his stomach and rubs the back of his neck. He feels the weather-worn wood of the docks pressing into his face and he groans. That’s going to leave a mark.

“Welcome back,” Lizzie quips.

“Just because I can’t die doesn’t mean I wouldn’t appreciate some sympathy, Lizzie,” Landon mutters, throwing her a murderous look. “So what’s your damage.”

“Let’s see,” Lizzie says as she drapes the blanket over Landon’s crumpled heap of a body, face and all. “Two weeks of grounding. Mom suggested making it three weeks, but Dad intervened and said he’d rather us be on library duty instead for the rest of this semester.”

“Us?”

“Professor M also suggested throwing you out the window and have me try to levitate you before you hit the ground—”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“—but Mom was all Oh, maybe that’s a little too harsh,” Lizzie continues thoughtfully.

“A little?” Landon squeaks underneath the blue and white embroidered quilt. “Literally dying wasn’t enough?”

“But on the plus side, they were yelling so hard the entire school now knows we were caught post-doing the dirty.” Lizzie shoots him a grin. “On to Phase 3!”

“No!” Landon yells and clambers to his feet. “Lizzie, so far all your plans have kind of sucked for me, you know? How the hell is Hope supposed to like me now that she thinks I’ve slept with you!”

“Easy, lover boy,” Lizzie says, frowning. “This is the 21st century, she’s not a prude.”

“You don’t — you don’t know her like I do,” Landon says, burying his face in his hands and turning towards the water. “She’s not like y…”

He whirls around, hands already halfway lifting up like a gesture of apology but Lizzie’s already standing up, facing him squarely. Her eyes are narrowed as she takes him in coolly. “Not like?”

“Nevermind,” Landon says quickly. “Let’s grab some dinner, I’m starv—”

“Finish your fucking sentence, Frodo,” Lizzie says in a voice that is low and dangerous. Is it weird that he’s seeing some Klaus in the shadows of her face right now?

“Lizzie… let’s drop it.”

“No. Let’s hear you say it. Not like what? You were saying she’s not like me,” she hisses. Her fists are bunched into tight fists and he’s so glad she doesn’t have anything to syphon right now. He really hasn’t tried dying twice in the span of 12 hours.

“Look, I’m sorr—”

“Invisique,” she whispers.

“Lizzie!”

He hears the wooden boards squeak as she runs away, and when her feet hit grass there’s no telling where she might be.

“Fuck you, Landon!” he yells and heaves a rock into the water with a loud splash.

 —

tbc

[mrvdocks]

Just Ask ll

Part 1.

“What an asshole,” you mutter, walking right to the bar. “I shouldn’t have come, I’m such an idiot.” 

You don’t know what you’re going to do, you just know you need something to be able to tolerate him if and when you go back. 

After downing multiple shots, you trudged down the hall, trying to walk as best you could back to the roomette. If liquid courage could help you at any time, it had to be this one. You were planning what you’d say to him, making up a conversation in your head and giving yourself the best arguments and points and ending with him begging for forgiveness, and then maybe, just maybe, you could actually get the ball rolling on the friction you’d been feeling. You smile to yourself, eager to battle it out, and make the leap to open the door. Your smile drops. 

He sits there, knees to chest, just staring at the wall. Unconsciously chewing on his lip, just like the good ol’ days. When he notices you, he stops and speaks up. “Hey.” 

You sigh, clearly exhausted. You open your mouth to hurl at least an insult or something to make him know you’re still game to argue. When nothing comes out, you abandon all anger and move to sit next to him. 

Shoulder to shoulder, you still can’t bring yourself to look at him. Not directly at least. 

“What are we doing, Billy?” 

You feel like you’re back in college, in the aftermath of hashing it out and taking a breather over something stupid that doesn’t matter. It seemed so simple then, and here you two were now. Avoiding things and people, and you were adding more wood into the fire you haphazardly helped to start.

“I dunno,” He whispers. “Just….thinking.”

There was something he wasn’t saying. It wasn’t fair that only your secrets came to light tonight. You needed to even the score. “Why’d you send RUN?” 

“Why did you?” He counters.

“I asked first.”

He chuckled to himself.  “To be quite honest, I was….blithering drunk and lonely.” 

Your brows perked up. “So you made me drop everything I care about because you got drunk?” 

You weren’t too mad, the liquor had made sure to placate you. You just felt a tinge of annoyance at him. Nonetheless, his recklessness struck a chord in you. It was a tango, it took two, and it only took two seconds for you to ruin your life for him. 

“Why did you?” He asked, this time turning his head to meet yours. 

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I have no idea.”

You do have some idea. You can’t remember a time of normalcy. The domestic life was constraining at times. Not that you didn’t love your son, but you missed certain things before him. How ironic, here you were with an ex and missing your son, yet when you were with Charlie, all you did was miss Billy. You imagined a different path, a dream, maybe Billy could’ve been Charlie’s father and not - you shook your head. 

“What?” Billy’s voice brought you back to reality. 

“Where the hell were you?” Your voice quivered.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Why now? Why so late?” 

His face fell, some understanding showing. 

“I needed you, a long time ago,” Your voice began to crack. “I was doing fine without you! I had you out of my system, I was getting over you.”  

Then I saw your face, and now I can’t erase 15 years worth of yearning for you.

Somewhat of a lie, but you didn’t think you should be unloading almost every painful feeling of longing you had for him. He just listened intently, knowing that every word that came from you was a huge hit to your pride.

“I’m sorry. Look, I wish I could give you some sort of explanation that isn’t half-assed but there isn’t. I’m just a screw-up.” And maybe I just missed you, a lot. 

You laughed bitterly, half-assed was right. 

“What do you see when you look at me, Billy? Am I a screw up to you too?” 

“No!” He places his hands on your shoulders, gentle with you. “We all fuck up. It’s been 15 years, something’s bound to change. No one seems to have it all together.”

With a pitiful scoff, you can’t help but feel seen. To feel like he knows how to ‘fake it till you make it’. And boy, does he know. But he won’t tell you this, yet.

Your head lulls down but he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. You’re emotionally bare in front of him, and he knows it won’t be long till he’s in your position. But it can wait. 

“I like you, still. Maybe even more. You’re sexier, you don’t take my shit or probably anyone’s, you’re probably kicking my ass - career-wise I think.” 

You give him an easy smile, the corners of your eyes wet for a moment before he wipes it away. 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m serious,” He laughs. “I think I might be the worst bastard in history.” 

“Maybe not the worst.” 

He feigns shock but nonetheless sees that you’re feeling better. Unless the front you were putting was more convincing than his ever was.

“Give me one day.” He pleads. 

“One day?”

“One day. We can do whatever you want and if you love it then we keep this train going and see where this leads us, or at the end of the day if you still feel homesick, we can go our separate ways.” 

I’ll let you go. He almost said. He just got you back, and he would be damned if he was going to let you go without a fight or at least a proper vacation. How selfish of him, but sometimes you had to be. 

“I…..okay.” 

He smiled from ear to ear, internally sighing in relief. “Great! I think this calls for a celebratory nap,” He checks his phone, it’s two am. “We’ve got a solid five hours and then the fun begins.”

Stepping out into the cool breeze of Chicago, you feel a little bit more optimistic about your relationship with Billy. Home was on the back burner for now, today was about you and your needs. 

You stared at the train ticket, eyes flying everywhere trying to figure out what time the next train would come. Got to time that goodbye, maybe. 

“Maybe it’s just me and the lack of sleep but I cannot find the next train time.” 

“I can check.” He offers, suddenly distracted by the phone ringing. He seems anxious based on whatever he just received but puts up a calm front. “Be back in a bit.” With that, he walks back into the station.

You watch people walking, cars pass and get lost in the city soundscape. A woman passes you and hands you a brochure. The Cloud Gate at Millennium Park. It seemed interesting enough.

“Twenty-four hours till the next train, everything’s going according to plan.” He smiles warmly. 

“Great.” You feign excitement. “Except, where will we sleep?” 

“That, my dear, can be solved with a hotel room.”

The thought of you two in a hotel room made your mind reel. Not in a bad way of course, but well at least the room would be an upgrade from the tiny roomette. Who knows, the day is still young and maybe your horny prayers would be answered this time.

“Let’s get one now.” You were almost too eager as you took him by the hand and were on your merry way to finding a hotel. He wasn’t complaining. 

“Someone’s excited.” 

“Is it such a crime to want to fuck someone after being blue balled for twenty-four hours?” 

“You know you can’t undo this.”

“Well, I don’t want to unfuck you. Do you?”

“No, ma’am.” 

“That poor girl.” You said in a half horrified and half-embarrassed tone.

“What?” Billy asked as if he didn’t just have his hands all over your ass in the lobby. You were thankful you remembered to wear something underneath the skirt you had, afraid that the lobby cameras and some schmuck would’ve had tickets to a free peep show. 

“I don’t know whether to smack you or berate you.” You whispered. 

“You could fuck me.” The bastard smiled smugly. 

You laughed nervously, ashamed to meet the passing eyes of people outside the hotel who’d heard that. “Very fucking funny.” 

His shoulders shook as he laughed, content with himself. 

“Okay, can we focus on the fact that that room was worth my rent and then some? Where the hell are we going to get all that money?” 

“I’ll take care of that.” He said.

Within minutes, he was able to walk into a bank and you stood outside taking in your surroundings. Your eyes trailed off looking everywhere, trying to find something to pass the time. Your eyes landed on an ice cream cart not too far away and as if on cue, your stomach grumbled. 

You placed a hand on top of your stomach. “Forgive me.” 

You nabbed two cones, immediately devouring one and holding onto the other for Billy. When he came out, you gave him his quickly, afraid that you’d eat more than you’d like to. You raised your brows as if to ask if he’d gotten the money. 

“It’s going to take a couple of hours.” 

You hummed, dejected.

“Up for some sightseeing?” He asked. You nodded through a mouthful of ice cream and passed him the brochure. 

The walk was long but you didn’t mind. It was a clear day, sun shining on the water and the chatter of people made you feel like you were in some cheesy rom-com with the love of your life without a care in the world. If only it were that easy. 

“What do you think it means?” Billy asks, looking up at the reflective silver bean. 

You mess with your reflection, pulling funny faces and taking some snapshots of it. 

“That you definitely need more iron in you.” 

He scrunches his face.

“How pretentious we must be. We’re analyzing a giant space bean.” 

“Oh yes, 19 year old you must be so proud.” You quip, knowing he was the exact opposite of a valedictorian.

“Hmm no, that was more your expertise. Museum dates, staying in the library at ungodly hours, and making me study my arse off.”

“And now look at me. Totally living the life.” You couldn’t help but take a shot at yourself. Yes, you were smart, but what good had it done for you? Still a hopeless romantic.

“Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Shit on yourself like that. You turned out way better than I did, I guess you leaving me was the right choice.” 

“I didn’t leave, you did.” 

“And what a screw up it was, hm?” He knows, no he admits, what a gargantuan screw up it was. “I always thought, now I can’t slow you down. She must be out there with an amazing career after all the shit I’ve put her through, and you do.” 

“I lied.” 

“What?”

“I’m not a nurse,” You’re word vomiting now. “Fuck’s sake I can’t even look at blood without fainting. I failed the program. I decided to choose something my mom didn’t lead me towards so I became a teacher and a…..failed writer.”

He nods and swallows.

“And then I met him. And I thought, maybe this is the right one. Maybe this time I could move on. He gave me the attention I thought I wanted. He gave me everything. But then I’d see you everywhere and I just couldn’t do it yet.”

“You still see him?” His voice is strained, and you pretend like you don’t see his jaw clench asking about this other lover.

You shake your head. “Fucker moved to a different state by the time I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want him to come back but I also didn’t want to be lonely. So I kept Charlie.” 

“I know.” 

You smile thinking of your son. “He absolutely hates it when I sing. He loves to just throw a stuffed animal at me anytime I’m close to even thinking of singing.”

“You’re kidding.” 

“Okay, well it’s a lot funnier than it seems.”

“I mean, you are kind of a bad singer.” 

You punch his arm playfully. He yelps.

“No, I’m not!”

“I remember you trying to sing that god awful pop song in the shower every time and I’d always have to come in to shut you up.”

“You’re just jealous of my voice.”

“I bet the animals are too.” He chuckles. He yelps again as you punch his arm. 

His phone dings in his pocket again, but you don’t notice him go into anxious mode again. Your eyes are admiring the architecture around you. He slips it back in and you turn your attention to him again. 

“We should go shopping.”

You raise a brow. “Since when do you shop for yourself?” 

“Come on, you don’t want to feel the richest you’ve ever been in some fancy new clothes in a hotel room?”

You hum. “I guess I’m overdue for some things.” Your blouse and skirt combo aren’t exactly feeling too fresh anymore and you think of the pretty lace sets you could find for tonight.

“What kinds of things?” He gives you a once over, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“I guess you’ll find out.”

You’ve never set foot in a store this fancy. You don’t see yourself as living this luxury. But a beautiful lavender dress blesses your eyes and you can’t help but take curious strides to it. The material basically melts in your hand, soft and silky. 

“This is nice.” 

“Very nice.” 

You check the tag on the arm sleeve and recoil. “Eh, not that nice.”

“Buy it! It’ll look great on you.”

“That’s like $700, do you know what I can buy with $700?” 

“It’s a special night. We’re traveling, we’re together. Can you honestly not say you’re dreaming of something like this?” 

“If I told you I had used my savings for this trip, would you forgive me?” You winced, traveling was not cheap nor was it forgiving to your bank account. 

“Here, take this.” He says, pulling out a wad of bills from his pocket like nothing. You feel like you’re asking your sugar daddy to fund your next shopping trip.

“How did you - I can’t take this.” 

“Shh. Buy yourself something nice. Ok, that sounded wrong but it’s true.”

“Billy.”

“Think of it as a gift.” 

You nod hesitantly but thank him. 

“Alright, I’ll see you back at the hotel in an hour. Have fun.” 

With that, he runs off and you turn back to your options. This was going to be a long hour.

[marquiswrites]

White Christmas

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Reader, Tony Stark [Guest Appearance]

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader,

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1535

Warnings: FLUFF, small language

Author’s Notes: Written for @mypassionsarenysins for their  #mypassionsarenysins1k challenge! My prompt was “White Christmas” by Bing Crosby. This was super fun to write and gave me a chance at some sweet sweet fluff to balance out my usual Angst and Mystery categories. I hope that you enjoy! [also, nothing against Las Vegas for the people who live there, but I too live in a desert, and no snow on xmas is a sucky tradition]

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One hundred and ninety four days.  

That’s how long you and Bucky had been undercover in Las Vegas. Trying to catch out a Hydra base that was somewhere in this miserable desert. It was far too cold for the fact that there was absolutely not a single snowflake in sight. 

You pouted once more, leaning over the balcony of the hotel suite that they had put the both of you in. Under the guise of foreman overseeing the construction of yet another Casino and hotel. It gave you both reason enough to be in the city for as long as you had been, and to chat up the other managers and foreman. But you had made little to no headway on figuring out whether the intel was good. 

And now here you both were, on Christmas eve, in weather more suited to fall or even late summer. Clear and dry.

After so long on the east coast, or even the occasional trips to Europe, it was depressing. To put it plainly. And to make it all worse, you were with the one Avenger who couldn’t stand to be around you for more than a few minutes at a time if you weren’t actively working. 

You and Bucky made a good team, Natasha’s training had helped you to come far in hand to hand combat since your first days with the team; and your enhanced ability made Bucky an absolute force of nature, strength and endurance expanded even past the capabilities of the super soldier serum, with absolutely no side effect due to the increased healing component. You worked well together, and your histories with Hydra helped you to understand each other on a level that none of the rest of the team shared. 

But he also absolutely refused to acknowledge your existence half the time. Maybe it was because he was finally regaining memories, maybe because it was of the fact that you had grown up a Hydra Princess for the first half of your childhood, privileged compared to how he was tortured. Likely it was just because that was how he was. Reticent with most of the crew, except for Sam and Steve. 

And you were so desperately in love with him that it hurt. Sending flutters through your chest every time your gazes met. Your mouth ran dry with his every smile, though it was usually saved for when you were actively on the job, a facade, no matter how real it looked.

Now you were stuck with each other on Christmas. 

Happy holidays to you.

You tucked your hand against your cheek. Sighing to yourself once more as you watched the lights of the Strip. You were far enough away that the noise fell away across the desert, so much quieter than anything that you were used to. 

Which made it worse that you didn’t realize Bucky had joined you on the deck until he was clearing his throat. “If you want, you can always go and do somethin’. I’m not about to make you miss christmas just cause Stevie’s got a stick up his ass about this case.”

Jumping out of your skin, you whipped around to find Bucky leaning against the open sliding glass door. Shirtless. 

Which made you lose all ability to form words until it was almost too awkward to pick the conversation back up. 

“You alright there, killer?” A raised brow suddenly brought you back to your senses. 

“Uh yeah… just got caught up in my head.” Lifting a hand to rub at the back of your neck, shrugging slightly while you flicked your tongue against your lips. “But… what do you mean?”

Bucky chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair to push it back from his face. Possibly the most distracting habit that he had, well, the second most distracting at any case. “I mean if you got plans for the holiday. Go and catch a show. Get some drinks. Ice skate. Don’t have to be cooped up in here with me the whole time. Sad way to spend christmas, Doll.”

“I don’t mind. I mean… Everything is probably packed anyways, and there’s no snow or anything. Doesn’t really feel like Christmas, you know?” Shrugging once more as your gaze dropped. Missing the way that Bucky frowned at you. 

“Yeah, guess that’s right. I’ll leave you to it then.” Bucky pushed himself off of the door jam, turning back inside. Leaving you with a growing pit in your chest. That niggling of anxiety that you tried to ignore most of the time. Resigning yourself to spending the rest of your evening out here, avoiding him in the hopes of keeping you from making a fool out of yourself. 

It was quickly approaching midnight as you finally pushed off from the balcony, shuffling your way back inside the hotel room. Trying to keep quiet so you didn’t wake Bucky. 

The only reason that you stayed out this long was to try outlasting the man’s seemingly incurable insomnia. Making it to the door of your room, pulling it open just to freeze as you caught sight of Bucky sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re up late.”

You wet your lips and huff a laugh. “Says the man who never sleeps.”

“Did enough of that in Cryo. Come on, have something I want you to see.” Bucky stood, offering you your heaviest jacket and a pair of boots. Leaving you tilting your head up to him in confusion. 

“Umm… I mean…”

“Doll, trust me.”

You wanted to tell him that you trusted him with your life, but those weren’t words that you said to people who couldn’t stand your company for more than five minutes. Instead just nodding dumbly. Slipping your feet into the boots, and the jacket over your arms. Watching as Bucky pulled out a blindfold, then swallowing tightly as he tied it around your eyes. “We’ll be there in just a few moments.”

It certainly felt like more than a few moments before you felt the car stopping. Listening for the opening of Bucky’s door, then the way it shut. Your own door opening, with a hand reaching gently from yours to lead you from it. 

“I hope you know how very kidnappy this feels.”

“Don’t worry, Doll, if this is kidnapping, it’s the gentlest I’ve ever done.”

“Buck… That really, really doesn’t ease any of my concerns.” You manage to laugh as he guides you through what you are assuming in a parking lot. Ears straining as you caught the unlatching of a door, lifting a hand to feel the edge of it to confirm your thoughts. 

“Smart, Doll, but stop cheating.” The warm laugh comes once more, bringing a heat to your cheeks. Warm in comparison to the sudden chill creeping along your skin. No wonder that he had  wanted you to wear the coat. Your brow furrowing in confusion. Then wetting your lips as he moved to untie the knot at the back of your head, gently pulling the cloth from your eyes. 

When you open your eyes, you can feel your breath catch in your throat. You heart skipping several beats as you stare out at the ice rink. Completely covered in snow from a machine blowing it in from one corner of the room. “But… how?”

“Made a call to Stark.” You can feel him shrug from where he stands just behind you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. Sending chills up your spine. 

“But… why?”

“Because you deserve a White Christmas, Doll. And if I can do that for you, even if just for this one night, then I’m damn well gonna make it happen.” 

In a sudden flurry of emotion, you twist on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips finding his in a desperate sort of gentleness, not caring how he might pull away at any second. Not caring that this might ruin any hope of him reciprocating those feelings. Just needing to express how much it meant that he would do this for you. 

And then slowly melting in his arms as he met your kiss in return. A hand moving to cup the back of your head while his free arm slipped around your waist. Cradling you in place against him. Keeping you there, lips gently sliding across yours, for what felt like an eternity before he was pulling back to grin almost shyly. 

“Well… if I had known it only took a bit of snow for you to notice me…”

You blink up at him before your forehead thuds against his shoulder. “We’re such idiots…”

“Yeah you both are, now get out there and enjoy the snow before they have to open this back up to the public. And turn off your coms next time old man.” Stark’s voice suddenly rings out across the loudspeaker system as a spotlight lands on you both. Leaving you and Bucky to both groan with embarrassment before bursting into a quiet sort of laughter. Bing Crosby’s classics gently filtering through the air as your gaze meets Bucky’s once more. 

“Come on, Doll, let’s go enjoy our white christmas. Together.”

[lesbian-peanut-writer]

Ask: Hmmm, well I loved the smol boyfriend headcanons you did for me. Maybe Bakugou with his tiny trans boyfriend? Post top surgery (no breasts, scars below his chest) and a vagina if you want to try writing that too

I’m so glad that I finally moved this over to my new blog, this is a piece that I am incredibly proud of and that I put a decent amount of time into. When I was first writing this I had next to no knowledge of what I was doing, it was only thanks to @bakukat and @daisugurushou helping me at the time that I was able to properly understand a lot about proper transgender terminology as well as other things. This was my first story for transgender, I wanted to try broadening my views and abilities as well as the people I write for and have since been more comfortable in writing for transgender requests. I hope both of you enjoy this, especially you Bakukat seems as this was your request. <3

I hope that you don’t mind I took the time to rewrite this while I was transferring it over from my old blog and added some more things where I thought it was necessary, if you don’t like it, feel free to come scream at me to put it back to the way it was but I hope you enjoy the changes.

~Lesbian Peanut

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Suppressing the shudder that made its way through your body as Katsuki pulled your top off your body was next to impossible, a soft whine leaving you lips as you made to cover your chest. Your bottom lip jutted out in protest ass you cast your eyes down to your lap, your body shaking as you tried your best to keep your composure in front of your boyfriend. You jolted in shock, blinking as Katsuki placed his hand against your cheek tenderly and his rough calloused palms rubbed against your skin. A smile pulled at the edges of your lips as he took the opportunity to lean your head back, lifting your chin in order to allow his crimson eyes to lock with yours. You could see the love present in his fiery orbs; a hint of pain hidden in the depths of them as he looked deep into your eyes to reassure you.

“Com on, it’s just you and me here (Name)…” Katsuki whispered tenderly as he dipped his head down torturously slow, allowing you time to pull away from him if you so desired before he kissed your lips gently.

Calm washed over your body as you relaxed, letting your hands fall away from your chest as you gave into his tender kiss and returned the affection he was deserving of. You knew that he was right of course, it was just him and Katsuki had been there right by your side every step of your long journey. He had been the one to have your back when others had turned away from you, helping you through all your decisions and making sure that you were ok with them. It was him who was picking you up when you hit your absolute lows, comforting you and supporting you when you needed it the most. You absolutely loved your boyfriend to bits, despite the fact most people misunderstood him all the time and thought that he was nothing but anger and brash recklessness. You knew the real Katsuki, the one you loved the fuck out of and the one who loved the absolute fuck out of you! It hadn’t been easy for you to open yourself up to him, in fact you had found the whole thing to be rather terrifying in the beginning but in the end telling him had made you feel a hell of a lot better about yourself and your relationship with him. Katsuki had been a little surprised by your announcement to him but ultimately, he had been understanding and supportive of you from that moment on.

Katsuki was silent as he ran his hands down along the smooth skin of your arms before resting his hands over the top of your own as he kissed you deeper, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you as he let his guard down. He loved his boyfriend and despite the fact he never said it as often as he would have liked, he still had his own ways of showing you that he loved you. He’d be lying if he were to say that he wasn’t surprised when you had told him that you were transgender but you had been just as surprised with how proud he had actually been of you and how much he admired your courage to be able to tell him something as important as that to you. Katsuki had been grateful that you had been able to trust him enough to tell him though because it made it easier for him to support you when he knew what you were going through, it also allowed him to be more mindful of things that would make you uncomfortable and take precautions to avoid them. Sure, he couldn’t say that he fully understood all of it but he was still going to have your back, be damned what people said about him; he was there to support you not please them! The day you had come to him and asked him what he would do if you were to ‘hypothetically’ have surgery to have your breasts removed he was confused, of course he had seen through the hypothetical approach of the conversation. He wasn’t confused as to why you wanted the surgery; he was aware of how uncomfortable you felt having boobs; he was just confused as to why you had to ask him if it was ok.

“We’re a couple, aren’t we? It’s kind of an important thing, Katsuki!”

Your answer had been the one thing to choke him up, bringing him to the point of tears and almost made him cry in front of you but he kept it together long enough to give you a proper answer like you deserved. “Dude, how many times have I told you that I have got your damn back, huh? You want to get the surgery, then you get the surgery! I’ll be there right up from before you go until the moment you come back to me after the procedure is done.” He had muttered while pulling your trembling body into his lap, rubbing his hands up and down your back as he tried to reassure you. “And if any fucker has some form of complaint about what you do with your body that they wish to voice about it, I’ll turn that fucker into fucking ash!”

His little outburst and declaration of utter support had caused you to burst into tears in his lap while holding him tight, which had ultimately broken the last of his own resolve, making the blonde man cry. The two of you had later laughed about how stupid you must have looked crying like that with each other but neither of you really cared, that was one of the reasons you were both in love with each other.

A gasp slipped from your lips as Katsuki tucked his hands under your thighs and tipped you backwards onto the bed before pinning you down on it, his knee coming to press up between your thighs as he leaned down to kiss over your chest tenderly. Your breath hitched as he took the time to kiss over your scars, they were sensitive at least more sensitive that what the rest of your skin was to his touch and Katsuki had been quick to catch on to that. You squirmed beneath him, moaning as he nipped over your scars and his hands rubbed over your stomach as he moved his head down along your body. You blinked back tears as Katsuki ran his calloused fingers along the length of your scars, he had taken the time after your surgery to memorise your scars. He had been the one to make sure that you took care of them properly, buying you creams to help with the healing and making sure you weren’t in pain all the time. You had been scared to show them to him in the beginning but eventually he had worked you into a state where you just didn’t care and allowed him to see them. The first night he had been allowed to lay his hands on your scars, he had been so gentle with you and showed you that he loved them just as he did you.

A smile pulled at the edges of Katsuki’s lips as he watched you beneath him, sitting on your hips as he rubbed his thumbs along your scars. He was watching you to make sure that his administrations weren’t making you uncomfortable in any way but he could see in your eyes that you were doing fine, loving the fact he wasn’t ignoring your scars completely. He leaned his head down cautiously, kissing your forehead as he closed his eyes and allowed the calm between you to wash over him. “Love you…” He whispered tenderly as he dipped his hands lower over your body, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your stomach.

“Every.” A nip to the side of your neck as he moved his head down.

“Damn.” Your throat was showered in a little flurry of tender kisses as you tilted your head back.

“Bit.” His lips came to contact your scars as he ushered the final word, kissing over them lovingly and you couldn’t help the tears that slipped from your eyes to roll back into your hair. It didn’t matter how many times he did that same routine with you, it still managed to bring you to tears every time over it.

You smiled as you shifted your arms, running your fingers along his jaw before threading them into his hair and pulling on the spiky strands roughly, making him groan low. “Love you too, Blasty!” You replied as you pulled him down close to you, using the firm grip in his hair to your advantage as you kissed him heatedly. You couldn’t help but to smirk as you heard him growl against your lips, his teeth latching onto your bottom lip roughly as he smirked above you. You chuckled as you made to pull your head back away from him, gripping his hair tighter and pulled his head about in the direction you desired.

“Every.” You planted a loving kiss against his forehead.

“Explosive.” His skin was soft under your lips as you brushed them along his jaw before nipping at his chin cheekily.

“Tendency!” You smirked as you claimed his lips in a gentle kiss, running your tongue along his bottom lip before sucking it in between your teeth and chewing on it gently.

Katsuki’s lips pulled back into a wicked smirk as he pulled his head back away from you, moving his hands up along your thighs and watched you with a heated expression. Fuck how he fucking loved you, he was aware how hard it was for him to say those words to you most of the time but it was times like these tender moments that made it all the easier for him. He traced his fingers up along your sides, watching you shudder as he ran then over those sensitive spots and chuckling to himself as he shook his head. Katsuki allowed his hands to move higher, trailing his fingers over your scars as he rubbed slow circles over them and tilted his head to the side in confusion; tears were starting to build in your eyes. He shifted his legs and curled them up under himself as he positioned himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss the edges of your eyes.

You couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he licked away your tears, the action reminding you of that of a puppy trying to gain someone’s attention. You smiled as he nipped over your cheeks, his hands massaging over your scars as he tried to desensitise them for you and make you a little more comfortable than you were. A shudder racked your body as his hands ran down over your stomach tenderly before coming to rest on your hips, his fingers pressing into your flesh there in a means to ground you. Your neck and your shoulders were the next targets of Katsuki’s administrations, receiving varying amounts of kisses which served to make you giggled. You leaned into his body, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the warmth that he seemed to always be radiating as you ran your hands down along his back.

“How do you feel?” Katsuki’s words were nothing more than a whisper against you ear before he began smothering it in tender kisses.

You blinked as you turned you head to look at him, you had almost missed his words completely and judging by the clouded look in Katsuki’s eyes as he nipped your nose; he wouldn’t have minded repeating them for you had you missed them. “Better, thanks to you…” You whispered softly as you shifted your head, rubbing your nose against his lovingly as you looked up into his eyes. You smiled as his chuckle sounded between you and you ran your hands down to his arse, taking the opportunity to squeeze it firmly before sliding your hands forwards onto his hips. You trailed your nose along his jaw as you made to kiss his neck, running your fingers through his happy trail before following it down to his dick and taking a firm grip on the appendage

Katsuki couldn’t suppress the groan he let out as he bucked his hips into your hand, his teeth finding purchase in your shoulder as he bit down and tightened his grip he had on your hips. “What a naughty fucking boyfriend I have for myself!” He muttered huskily, lifting his head to chew on your earlobe as he watched you. “Maybe, I should take it upon myself to punish you…” He hummed thoughtfully and chuckled against your ear before pulling his head back away from you to look at your face.

There was a moment of confusion, causing you to blink in surprise when the warmth of his body against yours suddenly vanished and your legs were lifted off the bed. Your eyes flicked up to find Katsuki’s face instantly, only to watch him delve his head down between your thighs moments before running his tongue along your folds and allow himself to taste you on his tongue. You gasped and moaned softly as he hitched your legs up over his shoulders, his tongue lapping at your folds in a teasing manner as he took his time to get you going. You moaned as you crossed your legs over his back, hooking your ankles together before reaching up to tangle a hand into his messy locks and pull on it gently. Your eyes widened as you cried out for him, his tongue rolling over your clitoris and his fingers worked small circles into your thighs as he held them tight against his head.

Katsuki smirked as he locked eyes with you, thrusting his tongue between your folds and licking roughly at your walls as he continued to rub at your thighs. It didn’t take long for the room to be filled with your moans, your fingers grasping the sheets and pulling at them, not failing to grab his attention as he continued his administrations against your walls before deciding to move his tongue firmer over your muscles. He chuckled as he pulled his head back away from your folds, moving your legs down off his shoulders and allowing them to slide down along his arms before hitting the bed as he moved over you. Katsuki watched the blush rise in your cheeks as he flicked his tongue over his lips and licked them clean before leaning down, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. He smirked as you moaned into the kiss, the head of his dick pressing up against your folds firmly as he waited to be allowed to enter you and punish you at his own discretion. He was taken aback momentarily as he felt your tongue flick over his bottom lip but quickly regained himself as he growled low into the kiss, flicking his own tongue out against yours and took the chance to slip it into your mouth. Your tongues danced together as you fought for dominance, knowing full well you wouldn’t win as Katsuki overpowered you and claimed his prize of exploring your mouth freely.

“Did you enjoy tasting yourself just now, (Name)?” Katsuki teased, his voice husky as he pulled his head back away from yours, moving his head to lick around the shell of your ear. The feel of his tongue against your ear, sending shivers down along your spine as his hot breath breezed across your neck.

“I was… but I know that you enjoy my taste a hell of a lot more.” You whispered, leaning your head to the side for him and granting him further access to the expanse of your neck. Your lips pulled up into a smile as you moved your hands up from the bed-sheets, running your hand up along his arm before tangling it into his hair firmly.

Katsuki smirked as he gripped your thighs firmly, pulling you closer against him, leaning down and biting down along your neck and leaving marks behind in his wake. “Damn fucking right I do!” He growled hungrily before moving his hips and thrusting into you roughly, burying himself inside as his eyes shined with glee.

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your lips as you rocked your hips up roughly, managing to meet the power of his thrusts with your own. Your cheeks heated as Katsuki groaned softly, his breath brushing over a sensitive spot on your neck as he moved his hips roughly and thrust into you harder. You moaned loudly as you lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist, tangling your hand deeper into his blonde hair. Your other hand coming to rest on his shoulder before you dragged it down over his back, digging your nails into his skin and making sure to leave marks on him. You couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as you heard Katsuki groan above you, leaning your head back and moaning for him as he thrust his hips harder. You gasped, arching your back as he nipped down over your chest before nipping your scars tenderly; his tongue trailing over them as he took his time.

Katsuki moved his hips harder, thrusting into you roughly as he ran one of his hands up along your body and rubbed his fingers into your sides as he went. He sucked on your scars firmly, rubbing his tongue against them as he moved his hand and flicked his thumb over your nipple and teased it into a tight bud. He smiled as you moaned louder, your breath catching as your voice hitched and he teased your nipple with his thumb before moving to suck your nipple into his mouth. Katsuki moved his hips, thrusting them rougher as he slipped his hand up into your hair and tangled his fingers into your hair as he gripped it tightly. He groaned low around your nipple as he continued to thrust his hips roughly, lifting your hips off the bed with one hand as he pulled your hair firmly and pushed deeper inside of you.

His name left your lips in the form of a cry as the movements of his hips became harsher, the head of his dick hitting against that sweet spot inside of you and making pleasure course throughout the entirety of your body; causing your body to arch up off the bed. You moaned his name, whimpering softly as your legs came undone from their spot behind his back and your foot slid down along the back of his leg before coming to rest against the back of his calf. You felt him shudder beneath your touch as your ran your foot down along his calf muscle, your fingernails digging into his back as he pulled his head away from your nipple. You looked up into Katsuki’s eyes as he moved over you, your head being yanked back harshly as he dipped his head down to nip and suck on your exposed throat as he groaned. The sensation of his teeth against your throat made you moan louder, practically melting into the bed as tension coiled in the pit of your stomach.

“A-ah… K-Katsuki…” You stuttered as you whimpered out to him, leaning your head to the side for him to allow him to continue attacking your neck with a barrage of kisses. Your eyes fluttered shut as you allowed the pleasure to consume your body, your mind going numb as you focused solely on Katsuki’s actions.

Katsuki lifted his head, moving his lips over your skin and making his way up along your neck before kissing at the edge of your lips, shushing you softly. “I know, I know.” He whispered gently as he thrust his hips harder and faster, pushing himself deeper into your welcoming body. “I can feel your walls clamping down around me, trying to milk me for all I have to give, babe!”

You blushed darkly as you peeked up at him, moaning louder before he claimed your hips in a heated kiss and moved his hips to grind down against yours as he devoured your moans. The heat that you could feel coiling in your stomach becoming unbearable, pitching up in pressure as you approached your climax. Your eyes slipped shut as you opened your mouth to Katsuki, allowing him to delve his tongue into the expanse of your mouth and your tongues danced together. You ripped your head away from his, crying out loudly as you screwed up your face and Katsuki’s name fell from your lips as you turned your head to the side. You curled your toes up, running your foot up along his calf quickly as he thrust his hips hared and became more erratic in his pace.

Katsuki moved his hips harder and rougher as a groan fell from his lips, his hand in your hair tightening as he leaned his head down against your shoulder; screwing his eyes shut tight. His lips trailed over your skin as he moved his head, making his way down over your chest and kissing at your scars tenderly. He flicked his tongue out, licking over your scars as pressure built in his stomach and rushed through his body as his climax neared its peak. Your deafening scream of his name and the feeling of your walls clamping down around him hard, made him curse out as your orgasm rocked through your body. Katsuki nipped his way over your scars as he slowed the movement of his hips, thrusting into you slower as your walls continued to try to push him over the edge and bring him undone. He groaned louder as he moved both his hands to grip your hips firmly, snapping his hips forwards harder as he dug his fingers into your tender skin. Your name left him in a breathless moan against your chest as his hands began to heat against your hips, groaning loudly as he buried the length of his dick inside of you to the hilt and climaxed. He groaned, shuddering uncontrollably as his orgasm washed over him, his seed spilling forth into you as he held your hips tight against his own.

Your breath leaving your body in heavy pants as you ran your fingers through his hair tenderly, waiting for the blonde man to gather his bearings and remove himself from you. A smile graced your lips as you traced your fingers down over his back, feeling the welts left there from your nails and the way his breathing slowed down as he drew in deep breaths. There was something you wanted to ask of Katsuki but you knew that breaching the subject with him would have to be done at the right time, like when Katsuki would pull out of you. You couldn’t suppress the shudder that made its way through your body as you felt him kiss over your scars lovingly, his lips feather-light against your skin.

“Katsuki…” You whispered his name gently as you corded your fingers back through his hair gently, he was so calm just laying there with you like that and you didn’t want to disturb him but you wanted to ask him something.

His voice came to you in the form of a hum as he responded to you before choosing to move his body about. “Yeah, I’m moving.” He muttered as he sat back and pulled out of you fully, knowing full well you had been going to ask him if he was going to move. Katsuki found an odd sort of comfort just laying there with you, the sound of your breathing and heartbeat soothing him to his core. He quirked an eyebrow as he watched you, noticing the way your body arched to chase after him before falling back to the bed in defeat.

A soft whine left your lips as your cheeks flushed when his chuckle reached your ears, lifting your head to look up into his eyes and finding that he was already watching you. You smiled over at him lovingly as you moved to sit up slowly, pulling your legs closed as you leaned in towards his body and made to reach for his hand where it lay spread over the bed. You watched him closely as he raised his eyebrow higher and looked down into your eyes, you could see the curiosity swimming in his eyes as he tried to figure out what you were doing or going to say to him.

“What’s with that look, (Name)?” He asked cautiously as he leaned down to your height, tilting his head to the side and teasing you as he brushed his lips against yours. “What are you scheming in that beautiful brain of yours?” Katsuki accused as he leaned into you more, catching your chin between his finger and thumb as he kept himself just out of distance of your lips.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You breathed as you attempted to lean in closer to him, chasing after his lips as he continued to tease you but being kept at bay by his hand. You smiled softly as you leaned back away from him, opting to chase his lips later and instead crawling across the bed before opening the bedside draw.

“Oh? And what might that be?” Katsuki asked as he moved about on the bed, sitting back as he spread his legs out in front of him and pressed his back into the headboard. He kept his eyes on you as he watched you rummage through the draw for a moment, his eyes slipping down over your body before landing on your folds. A smirk stretched across his face as he took in the sight of your wet folds, watching as his cum began to drip down from between you folds and onto the bed-sheet. “Pretty hot view I have of you from back here.”

You blushed darkly as your fingers found purchase on what you wanted and looked back over your shoulder at your partner. You weren’t stupid, you knew that he was referring to the fact his cum was leaking out of you, it felt weird but you rather liked the feeling. “Perve…” You mumbled before turning around to face your boyfriend fully, watching him as he smirked over at you and an idea crossed your mind. You smiled as you slipped your hand down between your thighs, running your fingers over your folds before spreading them wide for him to see. “Since you’re such a perve why not get a proper look.”

“My boyfriend, I’m allowed to perve on you!” Katsuki defended as he smirked, his eyes slipping down to watch your fingers as you dipped two of them between your folds and coated them in his cum. He groaned softly as he watched you lift your hand from between your thighs, your fingers dripping with his cum as you lifted them to your lips and licked them clean. He chuckled softly as he watched your tongue run over your fingers before his attention was drawn down to your hand on the bed, or more accurately what you were holding in your hand. Katsuki’s eyebrow shot up as he took in the strap on dildo that you had within your grasp before he lifted his head to look into your eyes. “Well?”

“I ah… I was…” You trembled as your nerves got the better of you, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before attempting to start again. “I was wondering if you would be open to me having a bit of fun with you?” You asked tentatively as you flicked your eyes down to the strap on in your hand, your fingers running over it slowly as you bit your bottom lip. “If you would be open to me topping you for a change?”

Katsuki was silent for a moment before moving across the bed, his hand coming to rest on top of your thigh gently as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “So, in other words you want to know if I would be willing to let you peg me?” He murmured huskily, his breath tickling against your ear as he rubbed your thigh in comfort.

You blushed in embarrassment as you nodded your head quickly, turning your head to look at his face as you tried to gauge how he was taking the idea. “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, Katsuki. I’d be understanding if this was something that you didn’t want to do.” You assured quickly as you chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding looking into his eyes for fear of seeing disgust. You blinked in confusion as Katsuki took the strap on out of your hands, lowering it down between your thighs before moving about to strap it onto you.

“It’s not often that you ask me for things, (Name).” He rumbled huskily as he nipped at the tip of your ear before biting his way around the shell and then kissed down along your neck, making his way to your chest to kiss your scars. “I’m not against this idea, let’s see if you can bring me undone, (Name)!” Katsuki challenged as he smirked, lifting his head to lock eyes with you and his lips pulled up into a wicked grin.

You could see there was no fear or disgust in his eyes, only pure admiration and determination as he waited for you to register, he was letting you do this. You blinked back the tears that had formed in your eyes, your cheeks heating partially as you smiled softly. “You’ll need to be prepped Katsuki, you sure you really want to do this?”

Katsuki snickered as he moved past you to his own draws, pulling out a bottle of lube he had stored in there. “I don’t say things that I don’t mean, (Name)! You should know that fact better than anyone by now.” He muttered as he moved back across the bed and sat in front of you, his legs tucked up under his body as he held the lube between you. You flicked your eyes down to the bottle in his hand, it didn’t really surprise you that he had a bottle of lube but you could see this one was full and had never been used. You quirked an eyebrow as you looked up at him, tilting your head to the side in question as you thought about why he would have the bottle.

“Were you…” Your eyes widened as Katsuki’s cheeks flushed and he looked away from you, he had been waiting for you to ask something like this of him! You watched as he popped the cap off the bottle of lube, pouring out a generous amount of it onto one of his hands, cupping his hand to prevent it from rolling off onto the bed. Your eyes trailed after the bottle as he capped it and opted for tossing it aside before rubbing both his hands together, spreading the liquid between them thoroughly. You tilted your head as you were captivated by the way he was so calm, straightening himself up more as he reached a hand down and gripped your strap on firmly, wrapping his fingers around the full girth of the shaft as he watched you. Your eyes flicked down to his hand as he started to stroke the dildo, rubbing the lube along the length of the shaft within his hand. You shuddered as his lips brushed over your ear, his tongue flicking out against it and your hips involuntarily rocked forwards in anticipation for what was to come.

“I’m going to give you a show, (Name). Make sure to watch closely, you hear me?” He whispered against your ear before moving to lay back on the bed in front of you, his legs coming to rest on either side of your thighs and he moved his hand down to his entrance.

Your eyes flicked down to Katsuki’s hand at his entrance, watching as he ran his finger around the rim of his hole cautiously and closed his eyes in concentration. Biting down on your bottom lip as you moved your hands to rest on his thighs, you watched him hungrily as he spread the lube around his hole thoroughly. You couldn’t believe this was really happening, here you were watching your boyfriend spread himself out before you as he prepped himself so that you would be able to fuck him. Your attention was pulled away from his hand and drawn to Katsuki’s face as he moaned softly, pushing his middle finger in to the first knuckle. You chewed on your lip in excitement as you watched him push his finger in to the second knuckle, knowing the angle his body was at made it almost impossible to get his finger in fully. Almost being the keyword here, everything was a challenge to your boyfriend and you knew he’d never back down or shy away from one. You smiled proudly as he managed to push his finger in all the way, his legs shuddering against your own as he took a steadying breath and let it out slowly.

“Fuck, this is such a weird sensation…” He muttered as he frowned and looked down his body to where you were positioned between his legs. You were certain his words were meant more for himself than for you but you rubbed his thighs gently in encouragement, letting him know that he wasn’t alone in what he was doing. “Hey, don’t you dare fucking go easy on me! You got that (Name), I want you to go all out once I can take it and none of that bullshit baby biting shit or anything like that!” He shot as he glared you down and clenched his teeth.

You blinked as you took in his words, honestly you had been expecting something like that to come out of him but you hadn’t been expecting it to be so forward from him. You smiled as you moved yourself forwards, leaning down over his body and nipped at his nose. “Yeah, I hear you Katsuki. I’ll be sure to turn you into a moaning mess and make it so that you have to beg me to stop!” You whispered down to him, looking straight into his eyes as the words left your lips and a soft smile graced your lips.

Fuck! If that wasn’t an instant fucking turn on for Katsuki, he didn’t know what the hell fucking was. His dick had already been hard again from watching you play with yourself before but now there was a renewed wave of desire brought about by your words and it had his dick aching for you; he was aroused in a way he never thought he would be. “Fuck… You sound so fucking hot when you talk like that, babe!” He muttered huskily as he leaned his head back and let his eyes slide shut again.

You smirked in triumph as you moved your hand down along his body and pulled Katsuki’s own hand away from his hole, licking his finger clean causing you to blink in surprise. The lube was flavoured and strawberry flavoured at that, you had mentioned it to him near the start of your relationship that strawberry was your favourite flavour. You smiled happily as you rubbed your fingers with his, transferring the lube before taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking them clean. “So thoughtful of you Katsuki, you know strawberry is my favourite flavour.” You murmured softly as you licked the last of the lube from his fingers.

Katsuki returned your smirk as he watched you hungrily, his head falling to the side as he let himself relax. “You should know that I never half arse this shit, babe!” He snickered as he rolled his eyes and managed to pinch your tongue between his fingers gently.

“I’m well aware…” You whispered tenderly as you placed his hand down on his stomach and then moved your hand to run your finger around the rim of his hole, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. “Now, let me return the favour and not half arse this for you!” You couldn’t help but to giggle as you pushed your finger inside of his hole cautiously, you didn’t want to cause any form of discomfort or pain for your boyfriend.

Katsuki moaned as he arched his back, closing his eyes as he felt your first knuckle push past the rim of his hole and his hand gripped the sheet beneath him. It still felt weird, didn’t matter whether it was his finger or yours that fact remained that it felt damn well weird. He relaxed his body back onto the bed as you pushed your finger in more, your second knuckle slipping into his hole before you buried your finger completely. Katsuki shuddered under your touch as you wiggled your finger inside of him to test, lifting his head to look at you with a quizzical expression painted across his face.

“Is it odd that I’m actually excited for all of this, Katsuki?” You asked in excitement as you looked up at him quickly, your eyes locking with his as they shone with pure enjoyment.

Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat or several dozen as he caught sight of your pure look of excitement, the joy in your eyes plain for him to see and it made him happy to see you like this. He would swear to that day that he still doesn’t understand what the fuck it was he did to land a boyfriend like you but he was grateful that he was able to. “Shit… what the hell are you doing to me…” He whispered as he laid his head back and draped an arm over his eyes, trying to hide his moment of weakness from you.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you blinked rapidly and tilted your head to the side, moving your finger as you thrust it into him while watching his face. A smile pulled at the edges of your lips as a soft and tender moan slipped from his lips, his hand balling into a tight fist as he screwed up the bed-sheet. You thrust your finger at a slow pace to begin with, watching him for any signs of discomfort before slowly edging in a second finger for him. Katsuki groaned as you pushed the first knuckle into his hole, the sound of his teeth clicking together reached your ears as your second knuckle pushed in as well.

Katsuki was quick to let go of the sheet and move his hand to cover his mouth as he moaned, the way your fingers were moving inside of him was causing an odd sensation to wash through his body. He moaned as his hips jerked up against your fingers, his eyes widening in shock as you curled your fingers within him and rubbed them along his walls. He cried out from behind his hand as your fingers brushed over the tender flesh of his prostate, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his system as he gasped for air. Katsuki groaned as you scissored your fingers, the feeling of your fingers inside of him and stretching him as you pushed deeper, all that he could focus on in that moment.

“That’s right, let me hear you Katsuki!” You cooed as you thrust your finger roughly, watching as he arched his back and moaned softly. “Let me hear how much you’re liking the way this feels. You sound so good like this, Babe!” You continued as you spread your fingers inside of him, taking your time to slide a third finger into his hole and work him into a further state of compliance.

Katsuki cursed as he ground his teeth together, his breath hitching as he clamped down around your fingers as his hips bucked against your hand involuntarily. “Fuck… damn it!” He muttered as he turned his head to his right, hiding his face from you as he took his bottom lip between his teeth.

You blushed darkly as you moved your fingers in unison, the picture of red rising through Katsuki’s cheek now burned into your mind and something that you were probably never going to forget. You couldn’t help but to stare at him in this state as you moved your fingers harder and spread them within him. Katsuki looked so vulnerable like this in your eyes, you had never imagined that you would ever get to see him like this and yet here he was beneath you with his cheeks aflame and moans escaping from his lips! You watched his face as you thrust your fingers roughly and curled them around to brush against his prostate, looking for signs that he may be regretting his decision or that it was too much for him. Your eyes widened in shock and your heart flipped in your chest as your name spilled from his lips, a look of pure pleasure in Katsuki’s clouded eyes as he turned his head to look up at you. You thrust your fingers harder and rougher, blinking as he began to grind his hips down onto your fingers and seek more friction between the two.

Katsuki moaned as his cheeks filled with more heat, grinding his hips down onto your fingers as he closed his eyes and avoiding looking up at your face. Fuck… you felt so good and your fingers were driving him insane, he just wanted you to hurry up and fuck him already! “Ah fuck, (Name)!” He cursed as he moved his hips harder, riding himself on your fingers as he tried to make them go deeper. “Just do it, fuck me already man, just do it!”

You pulled your hand back, pulling your fingers out of his hole and making sure to stretch him properly one last time before wrapping your hand around the dildo. You watched his face as you stroked the shaft firmly, making sure it was slick before moving yourself to line the head up with Katsuki’s hole. You peeked up at Katsuki’s eyes one last time, looking for a sign of regret or hesitation as you rubbed the head against his hole but there was none; only pleasure! His cheeks were flushed crimson and his eyes seemed to be clouded over from the stimulation, all of it had you chewing on your lip as you moved your hips forwards to push inside of Katsuki’s hole gently.

A soft moan slipped from Katsuki’s lips as he winced partially and arched his back, it wasn’t that it was hurting him too much there was only a slight stretch now; you’d done your prep well. He couldn’t help the small smile that was pulling at the edges of his lips as he sighed in relief, feeling your hips press up against his own as you buried the length of the dildo inside of him fully. He turned his head to look up at you cautiously, taking a calming breath as his hand moved up to tangle in your hair and his fingers gripped your strands roughly. Katsuki smirked as he pulled your head down towards his own quickly, slamming his lips against yours as he kissed you heatedly and rubbed his thumb over your cheek lovingly.

“Fuck… this doesn’t feel half bad, (Name).” He muttered as he pulled his head back, looking up into your eyes as he stilled his thumb near your ear. There was no lie in Katsuki’s words, it felt good to have you inside of him and honestly, he didn’t mind it in the least. Sure, it had been a rather weird feeling when you had started with your fingers but it felt different now.

You smiled happily as you leaned down towards him more, kissing down along his neck and giving his skin the occasional nip in places, your hands resting on his thighs firmly. “Glad to hear, Katsuki.” You whispered as you rubbed his thighs tenderly before tightening your grip on them firmly, you were ready to start moving but you wanted to check with him first. “Are you ready for me to make you moan and say my name?” Your words were only soft as you spoke against his ear, flicking your tongue out to lick the shell of his ear.

Katsuki’s body gave an involuntary shudder under your administrations as he moved his legs up and around your waist securely, you were strong and he was aware of that; he knew that his boyfriend would have what it would take to please him. “Don’t you dare half arse this shit on me!” He reminded you gently as he leaned his head to the side, allowing further access to his exposed neck; something he would only ever allow for you.

“Wouldn’t dare dream of it, Blasty!” you retorted quickly as you moved your hips, pulling them back and watching as the dildo slid out of him. You watched as Katsuki opened his mouth, ready to fire back at you with a quick retort only for a guttural moan to leave his lips as you thrust your hips forwards and slammed back into him roughly. You suppressed your laughter as you smiled down at him, taking in the look that was plastered over your boyfriend’s face. It was unlike any of the faces you had ever seen him pull in bed before, his cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were glazed over from the pleasure you were creating in him. It was a face that only you would ever get to see and a face that only you would ever be able to get him to make. You blushed dark as you blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes, surprised in a way by your own emotional reaction to the entire situation. You couldn’t help but to let out a light laugh as you thrust your hips harder, your hands travelling up over Katsuki’s stomach and chest before coming to rest over his pectoral muscles.

“The hell are you… laughing at, (Name)?” Katsuki grunted out as he looked up at you in concern, his hands both gripping tight to the bed-sheets beneath his body. He could see the tears that were threatening to spill down your face, but he could also see that you were doing your best to keep it together and that was something that he rather admired about you.

“Just my own emotions.” You answered after a moment, looking down into his eyes as you continued to thrust your hips roughly. “Getting emotional because I realised, I’m the only on who’s ever going to get to see you like this or make you look like this.” Your voice became soft as you rolled your tongue out over his nipple before sucking the tender bud into your mouth gently.

Katsuki moaned louder and arched his back up off the bed as he bucked his hips, pushing himself down against your hips harder causing the dildo to push deeper inside of him. He gave a loud groan as pleasure coursed through his body, coiling in the pit of his stomach as his head lolled back against the bed. Your name spilled from his lips in a soft mutter as he gasped and bucked his hips uncontrollably, your fingers wrapping around the girth of his dick firmly. If you were to ask him though, he would deny that he had even said your name or gasped from the feeling of having your hands on him; it was just the way he was. He couldn’t help the way that your name continued to fall from his lips in rushed curses and praise as you stroked his dick, thrusting into him faster as his mind began to cloud over. He wasn’t used to pleasure the likes of this, feeling so out of it like he was and not being able to think straight; it was all new to him. He’d be damned though if he didn’t allow you to do this to him again at some stage, hell he’d even let you do it all the time if it was going to feel this damn good. Katsuki was snapped out of his thoughts of any future sex when you hit his prostate with a rather harsh thrust, shouting out your name in a hoarse cry as pleasure shot through him and went straight to his groin.

You continued to move your hips relentlessly, making sure to keep your brutal pace and hitting against his prostate with each powerful thrust of your hips. It didn’t take long at all for your boyfriend to be turned into a moaning and mumbling mess beneath you, his hair even messier than usual as he shook his head to try to cope with this new found pleasure. A soft smile pulled at your lips as drool slipped down the side of Katsuki’s face as his eyelids fluttered continuously, his hands pulling on the sheets in a harsh manner as your name spilled from his lips on repeat. You couldn’t help but to hide the tears as you leaned down close to him again, nipping and kissing his chest as you stroked his dick harder. You rubbed your thumb across the slit firmly, pressing down to give pressure to the sensitive flesh as you thrust your hips harder and precum leaked from the head of his dick steadily. You were only going to fuck him until he was done, just until he orgasmed all over his own stomach but you were beginning to get aroused from all of this; from seeing him being brought undone beneath you. You moaned as you felt your pelvic floor muscles convulse and clamp down firmly, your folds were dripping as you thrust your hips rougher; you didn’t want this moment to end!

Katsuki moaned as he arched his back up harshly, the pleasure building in his stomach was coiling tighter and tighter as you kept up your actions; becoming too much for him as he neared his climax. He let go of the sheet beneath him and reached up instantly, gripping your hair roughly within his fingers to pull on it with all his might. You moaned loudly at his actions, watching as he leaned his head back fully, his fingers laced around your strands gripping for dear life as his lips parted. “(Name)…” He whispered in a plea as his eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure in him becoming overwhelming as it continued to build. He felt your head lift moments before your lips connected with his own, his mouth falling open for you as he kissed you back and allowed you to claim him fully. He let you explore his mouth, giving in to you fully as he moaned into your mouth; unable to suppress his actions anymore. Katsuki groaned as you continued to thrust your hips harder, your hand working wonders with his throbbing dick as it moved at an incredible rate. He pulled his head back, cursing loudly as the pressure in his stomach finally became too much for him to bare and his seed shot out over his stomach. He panted heavily as his hips jerked and spasmed with the intensity of his orgasm washing over him, his breathing laboured from your administrations.

You couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on your face as you continued to thrust your hips slowly, allowing Katsuki to ride out the last of his orgasm before you stopped completely. You were a little worn out now and you could see by the look on Katsuki’s face that he was done, he was beyond tired now! You sighed softly in content as you made to pull out of him, licking your hand clean of his cum as you watched him closely. His chest was rising and falling in uneven and sporadic bursts as he started to calm down from his release, sweat clinging to his forehead as well as the rest of his body. You could see his cum mixing with the sweat on his stomach as you looked down at the mess you had managed to create, he truly did look rather hot in his current state. You moved cautiously, taking the strap on off and throwing it off the bed before moving to curl up into his side. You fit snugly against his body, looking up at his face as you waited for him to fully come down from his high.

“Was that good, Katsuki?” You cooed lovingly as you kissed at his cheek before moving your head to nuzzle his jaw.

Katsuki panted as he moved his body, rolling onto his side and wrapped himself around your body. You felt the cum on his stomach press between your bodies as he held you tight to his chest, his chin resting atop your head as his breathing slowed. “Yeah… hope you’re going to be willing to do that again cause fuck…” He muttered tiredly as he buried his nose into your hair, allowing his fatigue to wash over him completely.

You smiled as you pulled your head back gently, looking at his peaceful face as you leaned up and kissed his forehead tenderly. “Anytime you want it babe!”

[upinthestarsx3]

Off Limits (m) Part 1

Professor!reader x College student!Jungkook au

Genre: short series|smut|mostly angst|fluff in future|au

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Language and mature content. I guess I should also warn that I love writing stories with no happy endings.

Summary: You’re fresh out of college having just received your masters degree in Math. You begin working at a nearby college and meet your headstrong student, Jungkook. After a drunk hookup; things get complicated.

A/N: There are some typos; I hate hate hate typos but tumblr won’t let me edit them on mobile; so I will do some editing as soon as I have some time on my laptop.

“You can do this. You’ve waited your entire life for this moment. You can do it.” You whisper to yourself in your bathroom mirror; straightening out your dark pink dress that went down to your knees and checking if your black flats went nicely with it.

Today you would officially be known as professor (y/n). Having just finished your masters degree at 26, you never thought you’d get a job teaching at a college this soon.

“Oh my God, you look like you could be a student.” You whip your head around to see your roommate standing in the doorway with a wide smile on her face.

“Stop it, Gia! I’m nervous enough.” You pout, rubbing your face in frustration, carefully avoiding your eyes; you’d be damned if you had to redo your eye liner for a 5th time today.

“Sorry- it’s just... It’s crazy that my roommate whom just graduated from college herself, is going to be a math professor.” She grins even wider before continuing, “but good luck because everyone hates math. Kick ass today, babes.” And with that, she’s out of the door.

The entire car ride to work was a blur, it was only until you were pulling into the parking lot that you realized you were actually here. With shaking hands, you open up your class schedule and realize your very first lecture started 5 minutes ago.

“Fuck!” You scream, running from your car and into the lecture hall; when you finally enter the room, you practically leap to your desk and face the class, watching 20 pairs of eyes staring back with deep frowns.

“I’m so sorry I’m-“ you begin before being cut off,

“You know that we’re allowed to leave class if a professor is more than 10 minutes late, right?” A student speaks up, angrily. Your eyes find his angry ones and you give a small smile; trying to make a good impression on everyone although you clearly already soiled it.

“Um, I’m sorry. Today is my fi-“

“Are you a student teacher or something.” He speaks up again, the same rude look on his face. Any professor would have probably given him a speech about respect and kicked him out, but you couldn’t. You were the most non-confrontational person on the face of earth, and you begin to think you may have picked the wrong profession.

“I’m not a student teacher. I actually just graduated with a masters so-“

“And did your professors allow you to be late for class?” He spoke up rudely again, this time you felt your fist clench at your sides.

“Jungkook, stop. She looks like she might cry.” You hear the man in the seat next to him say quietly.

You decide against your better judgement to ignore him, skip class introductions all together and get them started on their work.

No matter how cruel it may sound, you were really hoping that this rude guy was super bad at math so that you could give him a taste of his own medicine, but he wasn’t- he was actually amazing at it, and you hated that.

“Okay, so the answer you should’ve gotten for this problem is 38.5! Everyone okay with how I did that or do you guys want me to go over it again?” You ask with a small smile, excited that you were approaching the end of class.

“That’s not the correct answer, professor.” The student you now know as Jungkook speaks up for 10th time today. You turn towards the board and scan through the problem for your mistake, after a few seconds you hear someone move from their seat and you feel them put a hand on your waist to push you aside slightly.

“Right here.” He points, “you multiplied that wrong, professor.” He says, dragging out the last word dramatically.”

You look over at your phone and see the it’s 2 minutes past noon, class is finally over.

Without addressing the problem on the board you plaster on a fake smile and say, “Well, have a good day everyone! Class is over, no homework. I’ll see you at our next class.”

When everyone leaves, you throw yourself onto your chair and lay your head on your desk as you begin to cry. Today had truly been the worst day of your life, you were sure of it.

“He’s like that you know.” You hear someone speak up, and you pick your head up wiping at your face to see Jungkook’s friend picking up his book bag that he apparently forgotten. Then he continued, “Its not you, he’s like that with everyone. His dad’s the president of the school so he does what he wants. Well, see you next class!” Then he’s out of the classroom leaving you with your tears once again.

Somehow you make it home even with tears blocking your vision throughout the drive, you had never been so humiliated. When you walk through your apartment door, your roommate is waiting with for you with a cake in her hands.

“Congratulations again, babe! What took you so long? I had to track your phone to see when you were com-“ she stops at the sight of your red eyes and pout.

“Bad day?” She asks with open arms and you nod and run to her. You were used to Gia comforting you in your times of need; she was like a sister to you. You two met while you both worked as waitresses at the same job and have been inseparable ever since.

“How about this... I’m working tonight at the club, come? Free drinks? If you’re feeling frisky I’ll even let you dance on the pole?” She asks with a smile. You lift your head up and nod, she knew you could never turn down a night out. Free drinks were apart of her job as a dancer, or what some might call, stripping. You make sure to never say that to her face though. You finish getting dressed in a short black dress with black heels to match while your roommate packed her stage outfit in her bag.

Not even an hour into you arrival, you’re already 5 tequila shots ahead of Gia.

“Catch up!” You laugh as you begin slurring your words. Your roommate laughs even louder at your drunk alter ego.

“I can’t, I have to get on stage soon, remember?” She nudges you, still downing one last shot before standing onto her feet.

“Okay, you know slurring is the first sign of your ‘too drunk’ antics so chill out until I’m finished so we can party hard afterwards.” She sings as she walks towards the back to get ready for her stage time.

It’s not long before Gia’s name is announced and she comes out to begin her performance. A crowd begins to form around her and you see several months worth of rent thrown onto the stage. It was definitely busy for a Monday night, that’s for sure. After an hour on stage Gia begins picking up her cash and like usual, she ushers you onto the stage since part of your drunk alter ego was pole dancing.

“How much for a private session?” You hear someone ask, and when you turn with a small smile ready to politely decline, you smile drops as you’re face to face with Jungkook. You hop off of the stage with shock written all over your face.

“What are you doing here?” You gasp with crimson cheeks.

“I’m a 21 year old man, and it’s free drink night at a strip club, why wouldn’t I be here?” He responds with raised eyebrows as though its ridiculous that you even asked.

“How about you? You have the nerve to question me as if you’re not a professor by day and a stripper at night.” He laughs.

“I’m not a stripper. My roommate is..” you reply, as though you even owe him an answer.

“Shame. I really wanted that private session.” He says with a smirk.

“Yah. Well have fun with your friends, let’s keep this little meeting between you and I, okay?” You plead while walking away to find Gia.

“Who was that?” She says with a knowing smirk.

“Nothing. Just some guy.” You respond quickly, although you wanted to tell her it was the same student that embarrassed you only hours ago and he just basically asked you for a lap dance.

“Shots!” She yells, handing them out to you and the other dancers who were now off of their shift. You throw yours back quickly and down 3 more after that before dragging Gia on the dance floor you.

“Let’s dance?” Someone whispers from behind you and you look to Gia to see her wiggle her eyebrows and turn away to dance with someone else. Without turning around to see who the man was, you just lean your back against his chest and the two of you begin dancing.

It started harmless enough, but soon enough he was grinding onto your ass, his hands squeezing each side of your hips so he’s able to pull you against his bulging crotch. You feel his breath hit your neck and his lips drag themselves from your shoulder to the back of your ear as he begins sucking the skin there.

“How about the lap dance now?” He whispers and your eyes fly open, quickly removing his hands and turning around with force to face him. Then you see him, you really see him. His hair is pushed back and it’s a good look on him. His skin is glazed over with a thin layer of sweat and he still managed to smell good. His eyes are hung low and it’s almost as though as speaking to you through them.

“Fuck it.” You assert and begin pulling him towards the back.

When you reach the set of private rooms he pulls you into one of them and he sits patiently on the long couch. You shyly lock the door and turn towards him,

“You have nice thighs.” Your blurt out, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward. He laughed softly before mumbling,

“Maybe you can ride them one day; but for now, give me my lap dance, baby.” his deep voice making you blush. You were thankful that the music on the dance floor made its way to the private rooms.

Walking your way over to him you try to be seductive, and lucky for you, that wasn’t very hard. When you finally reach the waiting man, you sit in his lap, placing a leg on each side of his thighs, but you made no effort to move.

“Apologize.” You demand, taking his wrists into your small hands, making him laugh at your boldness.

“For earlier,” you continue, “apologize. Or no dance.”

“Sorry.” He says as soon as you’re finished. “Really, I am sorry I just-“

“Shut up,” you whisper, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you begin to dance to the music, still holding onto his wrists. Jungkook eyes your curiously as the hold on his wrists tightens and you latch your lips onto his neck. His breathing picks up while you grind on him. The dress you chose to wear is now bunched together right under you chest, leaving your bottom half bare with just a black thong.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, softly shaking his hands to free his wrists from your grasp. You wanted to him to work harder for that, make him struggle a little like he did to you in class today. But you also wanted to feel his touch, as soon as you released his wrists; his hands went down to the button of his jeans and he begins unbuttoning them while keeping his eyes on you, to see if this was okay.

Once they were undone you dragged his jeans to his ankles sat back down on his lap. He let out a deep hiss when you begin rolling your hips again. Without a warning he takes your face in his hands and begins to kiss you. His tongue enters your mouth and he takes over without a fight from you. After kicking the rest of his jeans off, he lifts you and places you down on the couch, his lips still attached to yours. Jungkook leans up for a moments and begins taking the rest of your clothes off. You squeeze your legs shut with a red face and he looks at you with a grin.

“You were dancing on a pole an hour ago and now you wanna play shy?” He questioned. When you don’t answer he shakes his head with a small smile and places a hand on each of your knees, opening your legs easily. He stays there like that for a moment, you begin to feel uncomfortable and bring your hands down to cover your womanhood but he slaps your hands away.

“Don’t hide your pussy from me.” He demands, looking you straight in the eye, holding your gaze until you were first to look away.

“How can I make it up to you?” He speaks up again,

“What?”

“From the way I acted earlier. I want to make it up to you.” He whispers as he hovers over you and begins placing kisses on your neck. You feel him suck the skin there but you don’t bother stopping him. His mouth finds your breast and you watch him slowly suck your nipple until it’s erect, he then moves to the other one to do the same.

“Enough teasing, please just-“

“Just what?” He asks in a mocking tone.

“Just fuck me before I change my mind.” You blush. He doesn’t laugh this time. He throws his boxers off and leans over you once again, pumping his own cock a few times, looking around the room for what you think is a condom.

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.” You say nervously, his eyebrows scrunch together and you quickly backtrack, “unless that makes you uncomfortable then-“

“No no. It’s just. I can’t believe I’m this lucky right now.” It’s his turn to blush at his own words.

Wasting no more time he teases your cunt with his manly hood. Pressing it against your clit every once in a while because he loved the way you looked when your arched your back from pleasure. Before you can tell him to hurry, he enters you easily.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He moans. Without giving you a second he begins snapping his hips against yours. The sound of his body hitting yours is almost louder than the music. You close your eyes and squeeze your breasts but you hear him say,

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” Between heavy breaths. When you don’t open them right away he stops altogether,

“I said, Look. At. Me.” And with that, your eyes are staring into his and he smiles before he continues moving again. You reach up to grab his shoulders and pull him down with you, leaving kisses and bruises on neck with no care in the world. He wraps his arms around your body as he continuously fucks you. Your moans only increase when you feel his finger on your clit, pressing on it and rubbing it at a fast pace.

“Oh my God, Jungkook. Faster.” You allow your eyes to squeeze shut tightly as you finally reach climax. You lean further into the couch and allow the feeling of euphoria to take over. When you finally look over at Jungkook you see that he’s still hard, but he didn’t bother to complain.

“You didn’t-“

“That’s okay.” He smiles, knowing you were going to mention that it wasn’t fair he didn’t cum.

Instead, you slide off of the couch and onto your knees in front of him. You look up at him and he has a soft smile on his face, opposite from how angry his thick cock looked. You carefully lean in and lick the tip a few times, earning a small gasp from the man above you. With a little more confidence, you take the base of dick in your hand, and put the whole tip in your mouth while your tongue swirled around him. You feel his hand on the back of your head but he just leaves it there for now. You lean down and take more of him into your mouth, lightly gagging around him. When you try to lean up for air he pushes your head back down lightly.

“I’m sorry, but I’m almost there. Please keep going.” He moans with his head lolled backwards in satisfaction. You obey and eagerly bob your head up and down on him, gagging a little more each time you feel him hit the back of your throat.

“Ah fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He moans breathlessly, but you kept your mouth on him, swallowing his cum with no problem.

“Y/N! Where are you? The club is closing!” You hear Gia rumbling drunkly around the back.

“I have to go.” You stand up quickly, looking around for you clothes,

“Already? You don’t wanna grab some late night pizza or something?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Oh I’m not hungry.”

“Then maybe we can take a walk through the park and talk?”

“No Jun-“

“Come home with me, then? Please?” He pleaded, still sitting naked on the couch. You had to admit that this felt intimidate, like it was more than just sex for him.

“I have to get home, Kookie.” You causally reply.

“Kookie? Did you just give me a pet name?” He chuckled, holding up the underwear you had been looking for.

“Sorry- it just seems to go. I’ll call you Jungkook, that was inappropr-“

“No! I mean, I like it. It’s fine.”

“You have a terrible habit of cutting people off do you know that?” You laugh, walking over to him to take your underwear but instead, he holds it opened and tells him to put one foot in, then the next, and finally he pulls them up for you. You don’t bother moving away from him yet, instead, you play with his hair and allow him to wrap his arms around your waist. It’s not until he’s leaving open mouth kisses right above your underwear that you stand back,

“If you keep that up, I’ll never want to leave.”

“That was the plan.” He replied smoothly.

Once you’re dressed you walk towards the door, looking back to see him standing there, as though he’s waiting for something.

“Everything okay? Are you able to make it home alright?” You ask.

“No kiss goodbye?” Ignoring your question from before.

“Jungkook-“

“What happened to Kookie?” He bites back quickly.

“Jungkook, stop. This was fun, okay? Thank you for tonight but-“

“I get it, you don’t have to explain yourself. You’re my professor and I’m your student and this is wrong-“ He continues speaking but you can no longer hear him. It was like you were suddenly slammed back into reality. Had you really jeopardized everything for a drunk night of bliss?

“Stop.” You shake your head. When he doesn’t you scream again, “STOP!” And it makes him jump this time. 

“This!” You motion between the two of you, “Can’t ever happen again. Ever! Understand?” 

He gives up, a defeated look on his face and then a scowl takes over while he replies, “Loud and clear professor.”

A/N: I was looking for a fanfic like this to read last night and I realized there aren't many (I actually couldn't find any) where the reader is the college professor instead of the idol being the professor. You know what they say if you can’t find one to read then write one. Hope you enjoyed. Requests are still opened for reactions and scenarios.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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Soul Glitches

Chapter 1

A/N: So I’ve been playing Mass Effect and I guess you’ve seen James Vega and his muscles since you’re here... yeah, so this is the result :))

Writing this for fun, maybe a little rough around the edges and lightly unedited :)) Just so we’re clear, it’s a James x non Shepard OC.

Warnings: none i think... yet

I like making collages, sue me!

Jun sat in a dark corner of the hallway, right leg bouncing rapidly for the past half hour. Shepard's hearing was being delayed and it couldn't mean anything good. Officers were rushing in and out of the main chamber, each wearing a perfect mask of calmness on their faces, but the hurried steps and careful whispers were a clear indication something was up. But there was no way in hell they were going to actually charge the commander with anything, right? After all, they were saved, once more, because of her.

She thought back on the last mission, the one that all thought was going to be a one way trip through the Omega 4 relay and cold shiver ran through her spine. Maybe they were pushing their luck a little, but facts were facts and all of them painted Shepard as a god dammed hero. She was bought out of her momentary trance when a ruckus came down the hall. Soon enough she spotted the commander, her confident stride making the lower ranked officers part out of her way. Getting up from her spot in the shadows she joined the other woman in her march towards the hearing, completely ignoring the marine in her tow.

"Something's up, Shepard."

"Any idea what?"

"No. Whatever it is, they're keeping it tight." They paused and shared a look. Something was brewing in Shepard's mind; you could almost see the cogs running in overtime. Jun was about to ask what was the plain if things went south when the heavy doors slid open revealing none other than Kaidan Alenko. Now, she didn't have anything against the lieutenant per se, but he could be such an ass. She knew for a fact the commander was head over heels for the guy and she just couldn't see why… First human specter, war hero and the best damn leader she served under and the woman chose that chump…

She sighed, spacing out their entire conversation, pondering on love and its apparent unique ability to make even the greatest people dumb. When Anderson came and escorted the commander, she gave Jun one last look and she nodded: she'd be waiting right there, ready to bust them out if needed. If the Alliance refused to see the reapers as a real and imminent threat they'd find help somewhere else.

"You know the commander?

"I used to." Jun scoffed a little too loudly, making the two men turned towards her with questioning looks.

"You're such a moron, I swear…"

"Good to see you again, Jun."

"If only it were mutual."

"Look, I'm so-"

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, you dimwit." Kaidan gaze fell to the ground, shaking his head.

"I get it you two know each other."

"Unfortunately." She eyed the recently promoted major with all the disgust she could muster until Kaidan let out a defeated sigh and went on his merry way. She told herself again that she did not truly hate the guy, but it was getting harder and harder not to. As strong as Shepard was, his mistrust in her had left a mark no matter how hard she denied it. Shaking her head to get Alenko out of her mind, she turned towards the marine and extended her hand towards him.

"I'm sorry for that, he just really gets on my nerves. I'm Jun Saros." He shook her hand with a steady grip and she couldn't help notice the veins along his forearm. Damn he was bulky.

"Lieutenant James Vega. You two got history?"

"God no! He's just the biggest drama queen when you least expect it." He eyed her up and down, a smirk forming in the corner of his lips. Damn that scar was sexy.

"His loss." Jun was taken aback by the comment, but found herself smiling nevertheless. With all that had transpired in the past years, her accident, Cerberus, the Collectors, she found his little quip refreshing. A dip in normality. When was the last time she just chatted with someone without looming threats over their shoulder?

She raised an eyebrow, lips parted to give him a comeback, but her words were drowned down by an explosion. The ground shook violently, windows clattering and breaking. Outside, massive shadows were landing in the distance, red lasers shooting in every direction. Jun turned to reach the hearing room, but was interrupted when an entire section of the wall collapsed, blocking the door. She was grabbed by her shoulder non too gently by James and pulled along further down the corridor as alarms started going off and people dashed towards safety. She tried the com link as she barely kept up with the marine's pace.

"Shepard?"

"Jun, Anderson and I are cut off the main exit. Head towards the landing zone and meet us at the Normandy."

"Understood." She looked one more at the reaper just outside the city lines and cursed under her breath. They were nowhere near prepared for this! "Vega, we need to get to the Normandy."

The man nodded and took a sharp left making Jun almost loose her balance when she spun at the last second. If the building wasn't collapsing behind them she would have laughed at the silliness of it. James led them towards the exit, or better said to what was once the exit. A metal plaque cut through the doorway, wires spiking with electricity dangling from the sides. She took her omni-tool and cast a shield around them, giving the marine a curt nod before heading outside.

To say the city was in shambles would have been the understatement of the century. Barely any buildings stood unscathed, shuttles were evacuating civilians as military airships were going headfirst towards the reaper forces. She didn't have much time to register everything as James took off, jumping on a railing and turning towards her, hand outstretched.

"Come on!" Purposefully avoiding to look closer at the unstable looking path he'd chosen, Jun took his hand reluctantly. They were sitting ducks there, but the open space and the reaper in the distance made her stomach turn.

"How much further?"

"Are you scared of heights, princess?"

"Less of heights, more of giant lasers and being burned alive, you know?" He might have chuckled, but it was hard for her to tell between the explosions, alarms and people screaming. She turned towards a group of officers trying to pry off a metal chunk of a colleague's leg. The decision was made in a split second.

"We're almost ther- what are you doing?" She jumped down on the level below, preparing her onmi-tool and kneeling down besides the man.

"This should stop the bleeding, but you should still get him checked…" The words died in her throat. In all this madness there was little hope they would manage to get him a doctor anytime soon. The soldiers seemed to acknowledge this as well.

"Thank you ma'am. This will give him some more time." They hauled the poor unconscious guy over their shoulders and ducked for cover as a laser was shot towards them. It felt like she was hit by a train when James rolled them behind a sturdy looking column, the air leaving her lungs. She grasped his arms for support as she desperately tried to get some oxygen back in.

"Sorry…" James took in her form once more. She was lean, but nowhere near in military shape, her hands delicate on his rough skin. He felt bad for manhandling her, yet couldn't help wonder how she got mixed in on the Normandy's crew. He remembered her name in the reports, but couldn't recall if there was any mentions of her training.

"No, n-"The words stuck in her throat and she coughed a bit more before regaining a steady breathing, her grip loosening. "Thank you. Beats being burned alive."

"Right, let's get moving." He could have gotten to the ship already if he were on his own, he wanted to get to the action and blast those sons of bitches off their planet as quickly as possible. But he couldn't leave Shepard's little friend behind. The commander and Anderson seemed to trust her.

The Normandy came into view and they made a run for it. He jumped on the air lock and turned to help the woman, but she was already midair, a little drone pushing at her back. She dusted off when she landed besides him and raised an eyebrow at the look she was giving him.

"What? I'm more capable than I look." She put out her tongue in a child like protest and he wondered again how she survived that suicide mission. Dumb luck was all he could think of. They headed further inside the ship, in hopes Shepard and Anderson would have already gotten there, when a voice sounded through the ship's coms.

"Jun! Good to have you back on the Normandy."

"Joker, I already feel safer." James followed her to the elevator, unsure of the ship's layout. "Are Shepard and Anderson here?"

"We're picking them up now. You should get to the war room, the commander will be there soon."

It didn't take long between the moment they arrived in the room, the ship turning away from Earth, the commander entering, no Anderson in sight, and admiral Hackett's message. He didn't like the situation one bit. Leaving Earth was a coward move, even if the admiral had ordered them to Mars, James was not a part of Shepard's crew, he should have stayed with Anderson and fought for his planet! He was not stupid, he knew they most likely stood no chance without help from the aliens, but his fight was not in the politics of the Citadel, it was on the ground, were his people were being slaughtered. The heavy silence after the admiral's message was finally intercepted by Jun as she got up with a sigh.

"Starboard Observation Deck is MINE this time!"

Chapter 2 >

[21st-century-daydreamer]

Bleed

Hey, guys...This is the first fic that I’ve written I’m so sorry if it sucks...hehehe. btw my request is open if you have any fic request for marvel... request 

I write fluff,smut, basically everything....

Word count: 1,807

“I don’t know Tony, I just don’t get it... what’s his problem really? Does he really hate me that bad? What did I even do?” I said while sitting on one of Tony’s table in his lab. He’s working on some updates for his suit on his holographic table, putting in some formulas and muttering words that I don’t understand.

“Lighten up sweet cheeks, Capcicle’s probably just having a life crisis right now. He’s like 100ish you know? Or maybe he’s just not getting enough of “it”. He said while making quotation mark gestures with his hand. “My best guess is that 100-year old virgin is just sexually frustrated.”

“He is definitely not a virgin, I mean... look at him. Yes, he can be annoying sometimes like...” I stood up, put my hand on my hips trying to imitate him. “Y/n do this. Y/n DON’T BE RECKLESS. Y/n YOU ARE NOT GOING. Y/n blah blah blah blah blah... it’s annoying but it’s kinda turning me on for some reason when he goes all cap like that.” I looked over at Tony and he’s rolling his eyes. Typical.

“And those bulging muscles and like those uniform, UH the stealth suit. I mean damn...” I sighed closing my eyes picturing Steve in that stealth uniform.

“Don’t drool on my lab. I’m warning you,” he said. Tony is surprisingly quiet during this whole conversation and it is very uncharacteristic for him to do.

“Shush Tony, and that ass though... That is America’s ass right there.”

“Y/n I’m kind of worried that you are having an episode of some kind. You walked in here ranting about how much you hate him and a couple seconds later you are drooling and daydreaming about his ass. Do you hate him or bang him? it’s really confusing. Don’t get me wrong, hate sex is awesome and all that bu- or maybe you are the one who’s actually sexually frustrated. When was the last time you get some?” and with that comment, I found a small piece of random metal and threw it at his head which he deflected. “TONY NO! My sexual life doesn’t have any effect what so ever in this conversation.”

“Hey! Don’t destroy anything in my lab!” he said rolling his eyes while picking up the metal that I threw. “Maybe you should just talk to him? Tell him about how you feel, cause that old grandpa still doesn’t know how to read a woman.”

“NO! Are you insane? Every time I walked up to him to talk about something that isn’t regarding work, he just walked away. And you know what frustrated me, even more, is that when we are in the same room he glances at me like he wanna say something, but when I caught him he just looked away.”

Tony was silent for a moment and said: “ You can do it right now?”

“Right now?” I asked.

Tony looked up and meet my eyes. “Yeah... He is standing right there, and he looks like he’s kinda stuck...Steve wait for a moment I’m gonna buzz you in.” I turned around, petrified. He was standing between the lab doors and the door to the hallway. A small space that Tony created to contain anything inside the lab in case something happens. He stood there holding a file that I guess was about the mission tomorrow with an unreadable expression on his face. As soon as Tony opens the door he just walked toward the hallway without even saying a word. 

I looked over at Tony while getting off the table “ Thanks a lot, Tones” and ran after him. While I was running a thought made me stopped dead in my track. If I found him and had a chance to talk about what just happened, what am I even gonna say? Am I ready for that super awkward and embarrassing conversation? will I be able to accept the fact that I just ruined the relationship between me and Steve? I decided to just ignore this and retreat straight back to my room and get some rest before the mission tomorrow.

*the next day*

I woke up around 7 am which gives me 3 hours before the team and I leave for the mission. We are going to a small town in Russia where a HYDRA lab has been detected. From what we heard and know the lab has got its hand on some Chitauri technology.

I walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast and saw Steve, Bucky, and Thor already munching on their breakfast. Thor was the first one to notice me walking inside the kitchen. “Good Morning Lady Y/n.” Steve’s head spun around at the sound of my name. “Morning guys.” I tried to be cool and act like nothing happen. I make myself a cup of coffee and put a toast in the toaster. “So... you guys all set for the mission?” I asked while taking a sip of my coffee. “Yeah, I guess,” Bucky replied. Steve acted like I wasn’t even there. I moved over to sit next to Thor. “Y/n that stool is broken, don’t sit on it,” Bucky warned me. I groaned. I’m not sitting next to Steve like no. ABSOLUTELY NO. And I’m also too lazy to walk over to the other side, “Thor scoot over your chair a little.” Thor looked at me and did as I ask him to do. I placed my breakfast on the table and sat on his lap. Thor and I are pretty close like he’s actually my best friend so this type of stuff is normal between us. 

Steve for the first time spoke up. “Are you gu- Are you two-fondueing?” he asked with his eyes still glued to his plate. 

“Ohh, pal...” Bucky chuckled.  

I decided to ignore his question and keep eating my breakfast, while Thor was to busy playing and doing weird shit to my hair. “You know lady Y/n some of the women in Asgard braid their hair this way,” he said while doing braids on my hair. “Do you think my hair would look good with it?” I asked him, clearly trying to get a reaction out of Steve. “You will look good in anything, even bald.” Steve suddenly stood up and left. “What’s up with grumpy grandpa?”

“You know what doll,” Bucky said.

While I was getting ready for the mission I ran into Steve. “Steve lo-” he cuts me off. “ I can’t talk right now Y/n we’re leaving in 30 minutes.” he continues doing stuff and trying to find little random things. “STEVE!” I stood in front of him blocking his way. “About the thing the other day. I just wanna say that I don’t hate you or anything an-”

“You know what, Tony was right. You are confusing. Yesterday you say all those things about me and this morning you did that with Thor. I don’t get you.” Steve said. 

“Well, I’m not the one who acts like the other person is not in the room. You’ve been avoiding me always and all this time you acted like you hate me. And NOW YOU ARE MAD BECAUSE WHAT I DID? JUST SO YOU KNOW ME AND THOR ARE BEST FRIEND AND NOTHING IS GOING ON BETWEEN US.” I said and stormed out of the room.

The ride in the quinjet was awkward, to say the least. Steve sat on the farthest opposite side of where I was sitting. Natasha was talking to Bruce about the Lullaby and Thor well... Thor was asleep. Bucky was talking to Clint about a show that they both just discovered. Tony was doing something on his tablet. “Y/n you better not lose it again this time,” Tony said referring to the last mission where I lost control of my powers and cause a massive power outage because my power accidentally crushed one of the city power plants. “I know Tones,” I replied shortly. 

When the plane landed, Steve tried to talk to me. “Y/n I-”

“Can’t talk now Steve, I’m busy.”

The fight was intense. Little did we know someone tipped them off that we are coming. After what felt like 30 minutes of consistent fights I heard Tony’s voice through the com. ”I’m in!” followed by cap’s voice. “Tony and Nat focus on taking and destroying whatever tech they have. The rest of us fight out here, keep them out of the facility.” I was fighting side by side Thor when I saw a huge tank coming towards him. I used my powers to crushed the tank and it exploded.

After Tony and Nat blew the lab we can finally breathe. I was finally able to relax for a bit. 

But no one saw what happened a couple seconds later coming, a sound of a gunshot rang behind me and I felt pain on my stomach, it was a blur after that. I heard Thor screaming and electrocuting something behind me, and I fell to the snow. In seconds Thor was crouching next to me.

“We need to go Lady Y/N is hit.” He carried me and spin Mjolnir sending us flying towards the quinjet. Everyone was already there. Everything was blurry and I can only hear muffled panic voices. “Stay awake for me doll, please.” I can feel someone holding my hand and after that, I fell into the void of darkness.

Steve was sitting outside of the operating room, his suit still stained with blood. “Buck, I can’t lose her. I’m an idiot.” Bucky stood next to him silently. “I was so scared Buck, I feel like I’m the reason for all this. The reasons she’s bleeding to death in my arms while I carry her. Maybe she was distracted because of our problems. I can’t accept it if the last thing I did with her was fight Buck, I can’t.” Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong, she’ll pull through Steve. Words of advice though, when she wakes up tell her straight away.”

*5 days later*

The first thing I saw when I woke up was a blinding white light, “damn am I dead?” I thought to myself. And then I heard a familiar voice, “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?” I turned to my left and saw Steve staring at me. “Hey...” I replied. “How long was I out for?” I asked him. I remember vaguely of what happened. I remember being shot and Thor carrying me to the quinjet. “5 days, you got shot in the abdomen sweetheart,” he said. “I was so worried. I thought I lost you.” 

“it takes more than a shot to the abdomen to get rid of me cap.” I smiled at him.

“Listen Y/n I’m so Sorry I couldn’t say this earlier. I care about you. I’m sorry that I’ve been hard on you... I did that to avoid any of this from happening. I’m sorry I ran out of the lab. I was just in shock. I’m sorry.” he’s holding my hand and his eyes are watery. 

He moved closer to me, leaned in closing the gap between us. I brace myself for the kiss that I’ve been waiting for soo long. His lips were grazing over mine and I closed my eyes when “Code Blue. She’s flatlining. Rogers that’s not how you give CPR.” I heard Tony’s voice and groan. Steve retreat back to his original position which is on the chair. The whole team walked in and asked me how I was while Bruce is checking my vitals.

“Well Y/n you need a little more rest, I can discharge you from the med wing and you can go back to your room. But no mission for a month alright? No hard physical ability, well you can be the guy in the chair.” He looked at me and smiled. 

“Thank you, Bruce.” The team stayed in the room for probably about ten minutes asking me how I am and telling me stories of what had happened the last 5 days I was out until Steve subtly asking them to leave us alone.

“Guys, I think Y/n needs some rest.” He said.

“Right, guys we should go. What he meant was Y/n and he needs some time alone to finish the kiss they were about to have and maybe some...” Tony made a thrusting motion.

“Tony I just got shot.” I chuckled. When the rest of the team finally cleared the room Steve immediately hovered on top of me and gave me a kiss I’ve been dying to have. His lips were a little chapped but still soft, our lips moved together in sync until we heard cheering from outside the room. “Cap you are needed in the meeting room.” I heard Tony called out. “Give me a minute.” We laughed and continued kissing each other until we heard Tony. Again. “CAP!”

“Alright...Alright...” Steve sighed. “I’m gonna be back.” he gave me one last peck. And walked towards the door. 

“That is America’s ass...” I sighed earning a chuckle from Steve.