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[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 26

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Lena isn’t sure if she’s relieved or not when her feet touch the sturdy metal of the ship. On the one hand, she’s not flying anymore and flying is terrifying no matter how much she trusts Kara not to drop her from several miles up. On the other hand, she’s still very high up in the air and while she’s standing on her own two feet, she’s standing on top of her brother’s death ship.

She leans over, her hands braced on her knees and she breathes heavily as she tries her best to regulate her breathing. “Damn, I miss the Tower already.”

Kara’s soft laughter has her raising back up. “I bet you weren’t expecting this when you came to interview for a job.”

“I would have had to be a clairvoyant to have expected this.” Lena huffs. “That or delusional.”

“Well…”

“Shut up, Supergirl.” Lena shoves by her, a hand pushing on Kara’s arm. Kara makes a show of falling to the side and acting wounded, making Lena roll her eyes at her.

Lena then begins to teeter across the roof of the ship, setting off on her stroll across the metallic surface, thankful for the heavy body armour that is helping to weigh her down so she doesn’t get knocked off course by the strong winds that come with being so high up, an unexpected yet very helpful use of the armour.

Kara follows her, racing so she’s beside her and then strolling alongside her with ease, her strong legs making the walk easy for her. “So, what are we looking at here?” Kara asks, her eyes darting between all of the sticky-out parts of the ship, large machine things she isn’t able to identify from this angle.

Lena points towards the two areas she needs to check in particular. “Those could both be filtration systems, that’s how we get in, we figure out which one is the real one and then once we’ve confirmed it, I get the hell out of here and you and the team go in.”

“Ok,” Kara gives her a thumbs up before pressing a finger to her comms. “Nia, are you on your way?”

Boots touch down behind them, J’onn and Nia arriving. “Who, me?”

“Oh, hey. You guys took your time.” Kara quips.

Nia shrugs, a sly smirk taking up residence on her face. “I figured you guys would do some weird flirting for a couple of minutes before realizing we’re not actually here. I was right.”

“Shut up, Nia.” Both Lena and Kara say, Kara’s coming out much whinier whereas Lena’s is just tired.

There’s one possible filtration system on the top of the ship, just ahead of them, and the other one is on the side of the ship so to take a look at that one, Kara will have to hover them beside it. Lena’s praying that the first one will be the right one. She really dislikes flying.

Lena keeps walking slowly but surely towards what looks to be a giant vent. Kara offers her arm to her and she uses it to keep her balance a little better. Behind them, J’onn is meandering over without a struggle and Nia is using a shield of dream energy as a windbreaker to make the trip easier on herself.

When they get within reach of it, Lena’s head tilts so she can try and get a good look at it without having to touch it. She rounds the vent twice, her eyes skimming over every part of it she can to try and decipher if this is the actual vent or just a dud. The fact that there is one dud vent in the first place is very worrying because it means that the likelihood of one of them leading to something more sinister is quite likely.

“I can’t tell. For all we know, they could both look real but you try and get inside through them and then you’ll find yourself impaled on a bunch of kryptonite spikes, I don’t know.” Lena shakes her head. “Can you see anything with your X-ray vision?”

Kara takes a step closer since she moved back before to give Lena more space to take a look inside the vent. Her eyes squint as she activates her X-ray vision and attempts to take a look down into the ship. “It’s lined with lead. I can’t see anything.”

“Oh. Great. We’ll have to take a look at the other one but I’m not sure as though it will be very illuminating. We might have to go back to base and come up with another plan.” Lena lets out a sigh, one filled with barely restrained annoyance.

She gives the vent a gentle tap goodbye and goes to turn away. There’s her mistake.

Whether it was from the pressure of the soft tap or the heat from her hand, Lena’s not sure but suddenly her ears are ringing, a circle of fire created around them, one where Kara and Lena are on the inside and J’onn and Nia are trapped on the outside.

The flames come from an explosion, the sound of it so loud that all of them cover their ears. That’s not just the thing though. The blast throws them all to the floor and this time, J’onn can’t use his strength, Kara can’t use her strength and Nia can’t use her dream energy. From inconspicuous spots built into the ship, large pole-like structures have risen from the metal, all of them oddly familiar because they have seen them once before on Shelley Island.

They can’t fly away and they can’t use their powers. Kara regains her clarity first, perhaps because she still has traces of her powers, just enough for her to be able to react faster than the others but not enough for her to be able to use any of her powers. Her hands find Lena’s arm, wrapping around it and holding her tight. “Are you ok?”

Lena leans up into the pressure on her arm, her ears still ringing so loudly that she can’t really hear more than the muffled worried tone of Kara’s voice.

Her eyes find Kara’s and then they look over at J’onn and Nia, trying to see if they are alright but as they squint through the flames surrounding them, a second explosion happens, one that scorches outwards across the entire roof of the ship and sends both J’onn and Nia careering off the side of it and towards the ground below.

Thank Rao they are so high up though because Kara knows that J’onn should be able to recover enough of his powers to fly before they make impact and stop them from going splat. Only just though because these are strong power dampeners, stronger than the ones she’s encountered before.

There’s not even the chance for them to call out to their friends though because, in yet another unexpected move, the circle of roof they are trapped in opens up, dropping them down into the ship and then resealing so they can’t climb out.

They land with a thunk. A painful one at that, the metallic floor beneath them offering no cushion or support for their impromptu landing. Lena’s hands fly back to her tailbone, the part of her that has taken the brunt of her landing and the part that is throbbing from the fall. Kara, on the other hand, is clutching her left wrist, pain written across her face clear as day.

Still, they both manage to clamber to their knees as their eyes adjust to the near blackness surrounding them.

“Lena?” Kara calls out, eyes searching for any sign of movement so she can find her.

Lena hears the pinched tone, the obvious sign of pain, barely restrained. “Kara, are you hurt?”

“Just a little. Are you ok?”

“Just a couple of bruises, nothing to worry about. Where are you hurt?” Lena asks, following the direction of Kara’s voice to find her. She knows when she does because she finds Kara’s arms first and upon sliding her hands down to hold Kara’s she gets a whimper when she touches the injured wrist. “Is it bad?”

“I’m not sure but it hurts quite a freaking lot.”

Lena huffs slightly. “So when you told me you’re just a little hurt, you were lying?”

“Yes.” Kara winces as Lena gently presses onto her wrist, attempting to evaluate the damage in the dark.

Their eyes keep adjusting and within a minute, Lena can just about make out the general shape of Kara’s body.  She can’t see her wrist but from the feel of it, it’s probably just a sprain or a hairline fracture rather than a break but she can’t be completely sure.

“Come on, we have to find out what the hell just happened and get out of here.” Kara pushes Lena’s probing hands away from her, partly to get back on track but mostly because the constant pressing into her injured wrist hurts like nothing else.

“Or we could see if there’s a way deeper into the ship and take it out from the inside.” Lena finds the nearest wall by outstretching her arms and waiting until she finds metal with her fingertips. Once she does, she moves along it, following it in the hope that she will find some kind of door or something she can work with so they can move out of wherever they are to somewhere that actually has light of some sort.

Lena’s wish for light comes far too soon though because the second she makes it to the other side of the room and Kara is still on the other, the room lights up with a bright red glow. It’s bright enough that it makes it easy to the glass wall that slides down between them, separating them.

Lena immediately runs towards the glass, pulling the baton from her belt, the one Kara made her bring just in case, and hits the glass as hard as she can, fully expecting it to break from the hit. It doesn’t.

For all of the force and aggression that goes into her swing, the only thing that happens is her ending up on her butt for the third time in five minutes. It’s definitely some kind of reinforced, probably bullet-proof glass. The framework is some kind of alloy that Lena can see is remarkably strong which means that she has no chance of breaking through any part of it to get to Kara.

Kara is in a state of shock. Between the pain in her wrist, the constant sudden shifts of the ship and the sudden arrival of the red sun lamps to drain her powers completely in a way the power dampeners never could, she can’t do much more than stare through the glass at Lena, her eyes wide and every muscle tensed. Every nerve ending is standing on end, it’s like she’s being electrified.

“Kara? Are you ok? Kara?” Lena pushes herself right up to the glass as close as she can get to her, her palm pressing to the glass hard enough for the skin to turn a sickly white.

It takes a solid minute of Kara just staring at the bulbs settled in the walls shining outward, barely even blinking all the while, before she answers Lena’s incessant shouts for her attention.

“I’m...I think I’m ok. Are you?”

“Well, I’m not hurt so I guess so.” Lena deduces. “At least we have light now.”

Kara has to agree, even with the feelings that come from her skin soaking in red sun radiation rather than yellow, she has to admit that it’s better than the darkness she was subjected to before. Still, the feelings she’s got coursing through her veins and through every nook and cranny of her being, those are harder to deal with than the pain in her wrist and the fear she’s got for Lena being trapped here with her.

The sensations almost force her back to a time before she knew of Earth with such ferocity that she has to ground herself in the moment, as terrible as it is, her fists clenching and her feet rocking against the floor.

In the scarce seconds she can’t ground herself, she’s ten years old again and running beneath the light of Rao in a meadow in Argo. She’s with her friends. Her best friend Thara Ak-Var is running too, Kara is chasing her. She trips and lands on her arm, rolling down the slope of the grass with the momentum of her fall. It hurts and she screams. Her mother comes running.

Her mother isn’t here now. All she has is the four solid walls and she can’t even touch half of them because of the glass in her way. Well, that’s not all she has. She has someone, she has Lena.

“Can you see a way out that side? “Kara questions.

Lena shakes her head. She’s already let her eyes trail across every inch of the box they are in, she can’t even see any kind of door. “No.”

Kara, now more aware of herself, even with the pull of her own mind, now has enough about her to be able to look around the small space she has. There are no clues as to where anything might be in the walls, where things might open or be revealed, but that’s no surprise when they dropped down here without ever seeing that coming, there was no warning for that and there was no warning for the glass that fell between them. There are no answers here, only questions, and since they can’t get out of their own free will, they are simply going to have to wait for the answers to reveal themselves.

Kara leans against the glass with her shoulder and she slides down so she’s sitting. Lena moves to sit on the other side with a sigh. “I guess we just wait, huh?”

Lena shrugs. “I guess so. Just keep an eye out for anything we could use.”

“Like what?”

“Anything?”

“There’s only metal and us.”

“Oh, shit,” Lena says, her eyes flickering over Kara’s body. “I forgot you’re wearing the suit I made you.”

“Oh, crap,” Kara says, looking down. “Is there anything good built into this?”

Lena is immediately offended. “Is there anything good? Seriously? Who do you take me for? Of course, there is good stuff.” She points to her right forearm. “There’s a button on your wrist, press it in and it will expose a switch, press the switch and it will release a small explosive, aim it at the ceiling and get as far down as you can.”

“Right, ok,” Kara says, manoeuvring her hurt wrist to try and hit the button. She does. It’s painful, but she does.

She purposely aims for the corner away from her, right beside the glass, fires and then ducks down, covering her head.

The bang sets off a ringing in their ears that they had only just lost from the first bang. It’s a lot louder than they thought it would be and they were prepared for it to be loud.

Nothing really happens though. The blast is completely absorbed by the metalwork of the ship and there’s not so much as a scorch mark left behind. “Damn. Anything else in this suit we can try?”

Lena shrugs. “That was the strongest explosive I put in the suit.”

“Great. Any kind of tools we can use?”

“There are general tools built into the belt but I’m not getting a very good feeling that any of them will be helpful since there’s nothing visible to use them on.”

“That’s not true, there are bolts around the edge of the glass screen.”

“Oh, yeah. Find a wrench and get to it then.” Lena gives in but she knows just from looking that there’s no way she will be able to undo them with only one good hand and since she can’t help from this side of the glass, nothing is going to happen.

“Just you wait, I’ll have it done in no time and then we’ll at least be together.”

-

The wrench is back in place in Kara’s belt. It’s a cool design how Lena managed to compact a bunch of tools in there without even Kara noticing, but Lena was right, there was no way she was going to be able to undo any of the bolts herself.

Kara is sitting with her back pressed against the wall, her shoulder to the glass, while Lena is pacing up and down her side of the room with her head tilted back, sweating slightly from the stress. They could really do with a rescue right about now. They aren’t sure how the others are meant to do that since there are power dampeners around the ship and they don’t really know the best way to get inside even if they manage to get by them somehow.

A segment of the wall on Lena’s side of the wall slides open and a familiar figure strolls in, a very large gauntlet attached to his hand.

Kara goes to stand up but his disgusting voice calls out. “Don’t move, Supergirl, or I’ll blast her head off and don’t think I won’t.”

Kara holds her hands up to show that she won’t try anything because this is Lex and Lex is an unknown. A dangerous unknown that is capable of anything.

“Hello, dear sister.” Lex greets Lena with a smarmy smile. “It’s been far too long.”

Lena shakes her head. “Not long enough, Lex.”

Lex brings the hand not covered by the gauntlet up to his chest. “You wound me, Lena. I’ve been searching for you ever since you decided to abandon your family so rudely and here I find you attempting to take me down so cutely. What’s not so cute is the way I found you, arm in arm with a Kryptonian, our family’s enemy and Earth’s biggest vermin.”

“Don’t talk about her like that. She’s a better person than you’ll ever be.”

Lex snorts. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

Lena snarls at him, her lips curling in disgust as her head shakes at him subconsciously.

“No matter, Lena. I will free you from the lies you’ve been fed. With one less Kryptonian on this planet, you can come back to where you belong and be welcomed with open arms.” Lex smirks, continuing to point the gauntlet at her. He turns back to Kara. “I see my little sister has made you a new suit, one that makes you invulnerable to kryptonite. It’s such a shame you’re going to have to take it off so I can destroy it, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll keep it locked away as a trophy after you’re dead.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Kara bites.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to kill you both.” Lex shrugs. “Between you and me, she doesn’t look all too willing to come back to the good old family business anyway.”

The deafening sound of the gun clicking as it preps in the gauntlet fills the room and Kara’s adrenaline levels rise higher than they have been throughout everything that’s happened. Her senses heighten and her breathing stops momentarily as her instincts take over.

She’s on her feet, all pain from her wrist gone as it heals, and she’s barrelling towards the glass. Her suit gears up around her, reacting to her surge of adrenaline and weakened state with a cool blast of yellow sun radiation right into her body, rejuvenating her to higher levels than even she’s used to.

A fraction of a second and she’s through the glass, shards spraying everywhere. Her anger takes hold as she skids in front of Lena protecting her, the visor begins to lift, preparing for the heat vision that’s coming but something goes wrong and her visor stutters, it doesn’t open fully and the heat vision is coming in hot, literally.

It smashes through the visor, compromising her suit as she fires off a deadly beam of heat towards her enemy. Lex reacts quickly though and for that, Kara has really got to give him props because she moved in a matter of seconds.

His hand lifts up and a beam of Kryptonite shoots out of it, meeting her heat vision in an explosion of power that sends both of them flying backwards with the force of the unexpected collaboration. Lex flies through the door and Kara goes shooting back towards the wall, her fall softened by Lena’s waiting arms but they still land with a grunt.

Lena winces. Her tailbone is going to take a long time to recover from this.

They don’t have time to waste though, this is their chance to get out of this room. Lena shoves Kara up, grabbing her by her arm and dragging her towards the door. With her baton in hand, she pushes Kara through the door and out into what appears to be another large room, one big enough to hold a wedding banquet in.

Her eyes flicker to Kara. Not the time. Not the place. Not the year, in fact. One date, it’s way too early for those thoughts.

Lex is groaning on the floor and Lena takes advantage of his momentary distraction and disorientation to give him a solid whack to the top of his head with her baton, both hands putting as much aggression into the hit as she possibly can.

It’s all it takes, the anger-induced violence doing its job and knocking him out cold. She grabs his gauntlet, fidgeting with it for a moment to get it off his arm and then onto hers. “Now, let’s see what this bad boy can do.” She mutters, re-joining Kara, who is staring at her with her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

“Want to figure out how to destroy this ship from the inside with me, Supes?”

“Golly, I would love that.” Kara grins. “Have I mentioned how hot you are with a baton?”

Lena’s eyebrow flicks up. “Noted.” She licks her lips once before shaking the inappropriate thoughts away, they have a job to do.

There are a bunch of doors available to them and since they have no idea where they are, they just have to make a guess and open up a bunch of doors until they find a hallway. They find themselves running, the dark looming of time they don’t have urging them to hurry because Lex is going to wake up sooner rather than later and since this is his ship. He knows how to manipulate it against them, they have already seen some of how it can be used to trap them.

Their steps are fast but Lena’s fingers are faster as she figures out the ins and outs of the gauntlet. She finds a hologram feature in it and activates it to see a perfect diagram of the ship so she can control the doors remotely and subsequently also see a map of the entire place.

“Take a left.” She calls out to Kara, who is a step ahead of her.

She almost slips but Kara makes the corner and is faced with just a wall. “Um, Lena?”

“Hold on.” Lena fiddles for a moment and gets the wall to open up to another hallway. “Keep going. The fourth door on the right and then the second left and we’ll be in the control room.”

“Cool, cool,” Kara mutters, sliding to a stop before she makes it to the first turn because out of one of the other rooms, several Lexo-suits come striding out towards them, kryptonite engaged and ready to fire.

Before she can duck, Kara is struck by several beams of kryptonite, sending her sprawling onto the floor, the suit stuttering her progress and bringing her to a painful stop. She clings to her chest where she was shot, the pain so intense she can’t focus on anything else.

Lena slides to her knees at Kara’s side, hovering over her whilst activating the gauntlet to blast the Lexo-suits.

They barely react to the kryptonite, probably because they feed off of it since it’s their power source. Lena looks back down, going through every button she can see and pressing it on the gauntlet, praying that one of them will stop their march towards them, already powering up another kryptonite blast to aim at Kara.

Doors open and close around them with each frantic press of a new button until eventually Lena finds the controls for the Lexo-suits and manages to disengage them. Well, self-destruction counts as disengagement anyway.

Lena covers Kara’s semi-limp body with hers as cogs and wires and fragments of Kryptonite come flying through the air in every direction.

She cries out as shards of kryptonite piece into any part of her body the body armour doesn’t cover, especially the back of her shoulders. She looks down at Kara’s face and sees one of pure agony. She’s reaching down towards her legs in an attempt to rip the sharps of pure agony out of her flesh where she’s been pierced. There’s no time though because a familiar voice is ricocheting through the ship.

“Lena! Stop what you’re doing before I kill you along with the alien scum!”

Lena grabs her arms and tries to pull her up, failing miserably but getting more and more desperate by the second. Kara, to her credit, does try and help a little but the pain radiating out of her legs and up into every part of her body is so immense and overwhelming that she can do little more than barely sit up.

Kara’s veins glow a bright green as Lena moves behind her and loops her arms underneath her armpits, dragging her along the hallways and towards the control room. It’s a further distance than she would like and all the while, she’s being plagued by Lex’s deranged cries for her to stop and hand Kara over to him between bouts of maniacal laughter.

Her arms and her back ache from the added weight and Kara’s attempts to get her feet flat on the floor only serve to make the journey more difficult.

Lex is getting closer; she can hear his steps now but she just has to get around the door.  She drags Kara through the door and promptly drops her right on the floor. There’s no time for delicacy. She rams her hand into the close-door button and then grabs her baton from her belt and smashes up every bit of technology around the door in an attempt to stop Lex from being able to open it.

Kara is left groaning on the floor while Lena races to the control panels lining the room and thank Rao her mind still has some kind of capability for working under pressure because she manages to drop the power dampeners before the door slides open.

Her head whips around when she hears the sliding of the metal door clanking open to reveal Lex now standing just over Kara, who is still on the ground, unable to get up and run because of the injuries to her legs and the pain of the kryptonite poisoning her.

He might not have the gauntlet anymore but that doesn’t mean that a good old-fashioned pistol isn’t dangerous, especially as it’s pointed at Kara’s head.

“Lex, if you do that, I will kill you myself,” Lena warns, her blood running cold.

“Oh, please. You don’t have it in you, little sister. You’ve always been the weakest of the family, that’s why we kept you away from the limelight, don’t you understand? It was for your own protection because you are so easily fooled into believing that people like her, are the good guys. That couldn’t be further from the truth. They are the worst thing to ever happen to this planet.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Lex.” Lena walks towards him slowly, the gauntlet held up in front of her, pointing directly at his face. “You’ve always underestimated me, tried to get me to see delusions instead of your selfishness. I suppose Mother and Father had a lot to do with that but you’ve never seen me for the person I am and that’s your problem. You can’t see that I’m strong. Stronger than you.”

Lex emits an undignified breathy laugh. “You? Stronger than me? Don’t make me laugh.” He steps over Kara’s writhing form and towards Lena. “I don’t care what becomes of you, I’m only here because Mother was upset to find out that you had left the sanctity of Luthor Corp.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh, really? And why is that?”

“You’ve killed more people than most serial killers, Lex. You did it just because you couldn’t handle me having a life of my own that isn’t under your thumb. That shows your weakness and also kind of breaks down your narrative of being the Earth’s saviour, doesn’t it?”

Lex’s mouth presses into a thin line before he jumps to defend himself. “I let the civilians out of the city before I released my Lexo-suits.”

“Perhaps but you killed people with the bugs and the fires. You murdered innocent people because of your own ego.”

“My ego isn’t the issue. It never has been, it’s been the egos of people like your little pet Kryptonian and the other roaches you have fallen in with since leaving the care of your loving family.”

Lena just smiles at him and it does nothing but send him into a state of rage. “What do you have to smile about, Lena? I have you trapped on my ship, your little friends can’t help you and the Kryptonian will be dead within a couple of hours if I don’t get bored and end her before then.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, all of that actually. Especially the part about Supergirl.”

“She’s—” Lex’s words leave him because somehow, Kara has managed to garner enough about her to push herself up to her knees, get the wrench out of her belt and whack the back of his legs, forcing him down to his knees.

Now that he’s a decent height for her to reach, she gives him another hit, this time around his head, the gun clattering to the floor from the shock of it.

Lena watches closely as blood drips down the side of his face. She picks the gun up off the floor and tests the weight in her hand before pointing it at him. “Goodbye, Lex.”

“Lena, don’t.” Kara wheezes. “We’ll take him back and put him in containment. Don’t kill him.”

“I’m sorry, Supergirl, but my morals aren’t as steadfast as yours and while he’s on this planet, his victims will never experience justice. They don’t get to live and so neither does he. If he lives, I’m certain that he will kill again. If he lives, I cannot truly live.”

“You can’t live with the knowledge you killed your brother either.” Kara has to half-crawl and half-drag herself around Lex. He’s still kneeling, completely disorientated and on the verge of unconsciousness. He’s trying to say something but his words are so slurred that neither Kara nor Lena can tell what he’s trying to say.

Lena moves her gaze to Kara. “I have to. He has to die.”

“Let me do it.”

Lena shakes her head. “It has to be me. You can’t. You’re Supergirl and Supergirl doesn’t kill.”

“No, but Supergirl isn’t going to kill him. Kara Zor-El is.” Kara’s eyes are filled with determination, even if every vein in her face is still glowing green, it doesn’t take away from it in the slightest.  “I’m the head of my family and for the crimes committed against the House of El, I sentence Lex Luthor to death.”

Kara takes the gun from Lena’s loose grip and points it at Lex. She doesn’t really want to kill him. She wants him dead but she doesn’t want to be the one to do it. She wants Lena to be the one even less though.

She stares down the barrel of the gun. It’s now or never.

She shoots.

She lets the gun slip from her hand.

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I nearly slip and fall in the mud on my way out of the graveyard, stopping just long enough to let a part-timer know I was heading out for a bit before sprinting through the gate, past the apartment block and into downtown to Mean Mug. 

She's sat with two coffees at our table, the one we'd spent so long talking and laughing and staring into each other's eyes. But today is just one more failure in a pattern of [not being on time.] I don't know how it happens. I swear I try, but any time we make plans, I forget, or I get distracted, and I show up late.

I'm not going to pretend I'm the only wronged party here. Josie was the one who pulled the plug on our relationship, and I'm trying not to blame her for it. But I also see the way she purses her lips and checks her phone -- that hint of frustration she tries to subdue until it festers into bitterness -- and it sparks an old frustration in me that I have to fight back.

I swallow it. We're being civil today. I swallow my anger and waltz in with a smile. "What do you know, Jo?"

"Hey, Kaz." She looks at me with an uncertain smile that fades quickly.

"What's up?"

"Um..." She gestures vaguely, and sighs in that specific way that tells me I've missed something important.

I bite back the urge to snap. What is it this time? Look. I'm air headed. My skills lay in organizing other people's schedules, landscaping a historical site, and having big muscles. It took a while to figure out how to read her unspoken messages and the intricacies of every roll of her beautiful brown eyes, but I had yet to turn into a mind-reader.

[“Where’s the box?”]

Shit. God Jesus damn it shit. In my rush to get over here, I'd completely forgotten our whole reason for meeting. "Look, Josie, I..." I groan. There's no good excuse, but I try anyway. "It's been... you know, a real long day, and I completely forgot."

"I bet." She nods. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I should have written it down, but there was the tree trimming to schedule, and Mr. Ngo's wife was sick--"

"Oh no. Is Phan okay?"

"She's doing better, but he's taking a few days off to look at her."

"Okay, yeah. Keep going."

"So I had to give an interview for the ghost hunters--"

"The what?"

Shit.

I had also, incidentally, been briefed on the NDA Mr. Ngo had signed to let the Archivists work in relative anonymity here. [maybe? hm.]

I groan, but make myself answer her. "There's some guys here looking into a bunch of local legends. They're going to take a few ghost tours, and they spent the day going around the graveyard with a tour guide to see the historically significant graves, and..."

"And...?" Her eyes shine.

"And they're spending a few nights ghost hunting in the graveyard, and I have to supervise."

"And...?"

"And...that includes tonight?"

"And...?" She looks me dead in the eye.

This time, I know what she means. "And it's the Haunted Archivists."

I wince as she shrieks, a hand over her mouth. "I knew it! I knew it. Oh my god, I'm so jealous." She hesitates, and I know she's trying to decide whether or not to ask me for a big, important favor.

"Absolutely not," I say, before she has a chance. "Mr. Ngo trusts me to handle things while he's away, and I'm not going to let someone into the graveyard at night!" Not to mention, I was still on thin ice with the archivists.

"You don't have to. Just leave the gate open just a smidge."

"No." She pouts, batting her eyes at me.

"Can I--"

I make a point of slurping loudly.

Josie groans, but accepts her fate.

#

Sunset falls on the graveyard, old trees and headstones casting strangely shaped shadows across the grass. I haven't had a chance to touch up that one portion, and wince. I take pride in my work, and this looks sloppy, half-finished. Still, nobody else seems to care. More than anything, they just grumble as I usher them out and lock the gate.

"Sorry, guys. You can visit again tomorrow."

There's some closing work to do -- sweeping the front of the office space, collecting any trash left over. It's nearing nine when I'm done, which means the Haunted Archivists are on their way for call time.

[transition, tbh could take out.]

A brief history of the Ouija board. [fill in with the ouija board history.]

And now, thanks to Hasbro and Hollywood's combined efforts, I'm sitting in a graveyard at the end of my latest double shift, loaded up on caffeine, watching a bunch of people figure out the best lighting by which to contact the dead.

"Do you guys need me for anything, or...?" I gesture helplessly. I feel useless standing around, but no visitors are allowed to be unsupervised at night, even if they do have filming permits.

"Um...No? Not really, sorry." Lourdes shrugs, but I don't think she's sorry.

"How long do you guys think you'll be setting up for? There's a patch of grass over there that I didn't get to mow this week, and I don't want to let it get much taller."

"You mow the grass at night?"

"Sure. I mean -- usually I do it at four or five in the morning, but I can make do."

[They say no, and instead she goes to tend to some of the flowers around the headstones, straightening them and brushing off debris.]

She doesn't text back right away. Weird, but not unheard of. I leave it be, and turn on the lawnmower and take care of what I can before Maddie lets me know it's time to start filming. I guess I'm making too much noise for the sound tech, so instead I follow Maddie back to the circle of light where the rest of the Archivists are finding their places.

I stop just short of the light as my phone rings, and pull it out to check if Mr. Ngo needs anything. But it's only Josie. Of course. I groan, and reject the call, instead sending a text to let her know I have to turn my phone on silent when cameras are rolling.

Mick and Lourdes (who i s2g need better names) sit on the ground on either side of their ouija board

and as theyre filming, another call this one with the emergency ringtonew.  "Josie, I told you, I'm busy with a film crew tonight." I'm half expecting her to tell me she's outside one of the gates and to pretty please let her in.

Instead, she's in tears. I can barely make out what she's saying, and I have to try a couple times to get her to calm down enough to speak in words.

I mouth an apology to the team and step away to continue the call. "Josie, it's okay. I'm here. Just tell me what's wrong."

"It's -- It's Renfield," she manages to cry out. "He's gone."

"What?"

My heart drops. Josie's ancient rescue cat, a fluffy black beast named Renfield. [something]

"What happened? Did you see where he went?"

"No -- I left the door open too long after bringing my box in, and he must have just..." She dissolved into tears once more.

"Okay, Josie, I'll help look for him. I promise. I can't... go too far right now, but I'll look around the apartment block, okay?"

"Okay."

I excuse myself to go look around the block closest to the graveyard, glancing back every now and then to ensure the lights and film crew hadn't gone too far. It wasn't going to be easy to find a black cat in the middle of the night, but I hoped sweeping my phone's flashlight around would be enough to catch his eyes reflecting in the shadows. But after a half hour of no luck, I feel obligated to return to the graveyard and check in on the film crew.

I'm just past the east gate when a shadow bolts past me. It's as tall as my shins, trailing a familiar smell of fur and tuna, and I take off after it without a thought.

Renfield's got his ears flat against his head, fur bristled so he looks twice as big as usual, but he's moving faster than I'd ever seen him go. I chase him across the green, twisting and turning through headstones, and part of me realizes that if it wasn't for my ex-girlfriend's ancient cat moving at super-feline speed, this would have been a fantastic workout.

"Come on, Renfield! Stop running!"

He doesn't listen. Instead, he bolts to the side, taking off towards the sphere of light where the Haunted Archivists have their ouija board set up. Lourdes and Mick sit on either side, hands on the planchette, but they're all watching with horror as Renfield nears the set.

"Catch him! Someone catch him!" I yell.

One of the gaffers makes a brave effort, but Renfield evades his grasp. He leaps between the two hosts, knocking the ouija board to the side and sending the planchette flying before disappearing into the dark.

"Sorry!" I yell, leaping after him, and finally tracking him to a large grave towards the back corner of the graveyard in the corner I hadn't managed to mow the other day. The grass is taller here, the headstones more faded and weathered.

He's snarling and hissing. It's more active than Renfield has been in years, and I hesitate, glancing around to make sure that nobody else is close enough to scare him. I flinch, catching sight of a shadowy figure over my shoulder, but it's nobody. Just a tree in the dark. I breathe out slowly, and bend down. "Renfield, it's me. Hi baby boy." He presses himself up against the wall, eyes bright and wild. "Come on, little boy, it's okay. It's me. Wanna smell?"

He hisses as my hand gets closer, but I must get close enough for Renfield to catch a whiff. He looks around, eyes fixated on a point over my shoulder, and refuses to move.

"What is it? Come on, it's just me." I look back anyway, but there's nothing there but the shadowy tree once more, naked branches casting strange shadows over the headstone. I recognize it as the place I'd first met Lucy, but it seems she decided against coming tonight. I force myself to ignore the disappointment, and tell myself I'm relieved instead. The last thing I needed was a troublemaker on top of everything else.

"There's nobody there, Renfield. Come on, it's okay. Come on."

Renfield's ears swivel towards me, and finally, he tears his eyes away from the tree and darts forward into my lap.

"There we go, good boy. Baby boy, you're okay." I hold him close, running a hand through his fur. "I've got him!" I shout over my shoulder, and the film crew's relieved cries echo over the graveyard.

He's too old to vocalize properly, but I recognize his snuffling and wheezing as his version of pleading meows. Poor thing hadn't been outside since he turned twelve a few years ago. He must be terrified.

I pause, looking to the side one last time. The tree remains a tree with the same heavy shadows as always.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." I press a kiss to the top of his head, and shift my weight, holding him with one arm to fish out my phone.

Josie picks up on the first ring. "Kaz?"

"I got him. He was in the graveyard."

"Oh thank god!" She starts crying all over again, but I hear the relief in her voice. "Is he okay?"

"A little scared, but nothing a good cuddle won't solve. Right, little man?" I hold the phone up to Renfield's face. He sniffs it, and wheezes his old, squeaky meow. "That's right, Renfield. We're taking you back to your mom."

Actually, hold that thought. 

I glance over to the Haunted Archivists. Maddie held the ouija board awkwardly, but all eyes were on me.

Screw it. They hated me enough as it was.

I hold the phone up to my ear again, and say, "Josie, do you wanna come meet me down at the graveyard?"

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Prompt #5

“Hey! You shouldn’t be here!” A guard said furiously.

“Well, now you’ve just made this awkward” I started running and evading other guards.

“Come here you little prick!”

“Hey! What’s with insulting others, you just hurt my feelings, I thought we liked each other!”

A guard growled trying to catch my feet while I was jumping to escape. I kept running, the gold had to get to the poor families, to the kids, I couldn’t let them catch me, not today at least.

I had stolen some gold, not that they would miss it, I mean, they can just make people get them more if they wanted to.

I was caught, I couldn’t go anywhere, and the guards started surrounding me, the only thing I could do was to fight, but that wasn’t my strong point at all.

I had no weapons nor armor nor anything to protect myself, but the guard were fully armed with swords and shields and that shitty shit guards always have, I mean, that was a certain dead, but I could try.

“You have nowhere to hide, kid”

“Really?! I hadn’t noticed that” I said rolling my eyes.

“Give us the gold and you’re free” Another one said.

“We all know that’s not gonna happen.”

“You’re right, now just give it to us and we won’t hurt you.”

I laughed. “And here’s another lie! Wow guys! You really are a bunch of liars, I thought you were better”

The commander ordered to attack, and all came, it was a 10 vs 1 fight, and that wasn’t fair at all.

“Uhm… guys I-I don’t think this is fair, you’re ten and have all those weapons and stuff, but I am just one and I have nothing but my bare han-“  a guard almost slayed my arm “hey! I’m talking right here, a bit of respect, please!” I cleared my throat, “as I was saying… I only have my hands to defend myself, and you have all those swords and shields and armors to protect yourselves and that’s not fair”

“Is that our problem?” A guard said.

“Well, no… but I distracted you as much so you didn’t realize what I’ve done” I hadn’t done nothing, but I could just scare them.. I guess.

“And what have you done?”

“A bomb!”

“A bomb?!”

“Yes, now let me go, or I’ll make it explode!”

“You wouldn’t do that, it will kill you too”

“Yup, but I have nothing to live for, but I bet you do”

“We should let him go” a guard murmured to the others. “I have a daughter, a wife, I-I can’t let them alone”

“Nonsense! We can’t let him go! That our job as guards, to catch thieves” 

“That’s your choice, it will explode in… 3… 2… 1… BOOM!!!” I let a bag with flour stomp in the floor, causing fear and blinding them, I started running, but a guard was waiting for me, hidden, and stabbed me in my right ribs.

I screamed in pain, there was blood flooding and I could feel the dagger touching my bones, maybe it was just my imagination, but it wasn’t a beautiful sense.

“Did you really thought you would escape. Ha! Over my dead body.”

“The only dead body there will be is mine, and I’m not proud of it, but, hey!, it could be worse”

“Just walk! You are not gonna die, stop being that dramatic!” She said while standing me up because my dramatic ass was laying on the floor.

“Ok, ok” The pain was the worst I had ever felt. 

We kept walking in silence for a while, but I had to ask her. “Do you want the dagger back or can I keep it as a souvenir?”

She just looked at me, and rolled her eyes. “Shut up!”

“But, can I?”

“I don’t know, and honestly I don’t care!”

“Ok, but there’s no need to be rude!”

She just glanced at me in a rude way and I knew that I should just stop talking for my sake.

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These people broke bones asked our son which one is most severe and his wife heard but held off, and he joked and said the pelvis it's pretty bad but he said the neck and he said why and it says correct and he broke his neck and wasn't paralyzed he didn't know it for a couple days and went in this is broken here that's good you came in you would have severed your spinal cord in a couple days cuz it's migrating I said nobody told me and he went in cuz he heard you say crack no it said screw you he said where would you want me here now but he felt a little delusional till he saw his x-ray and said you broke your neck and you fell off and all those other riders broke a whole bunch of Bones each and he's saying serves him right and stuff it says it's really bad but that's the effect okay you ratted on each other and world War two cuz you couldn't help it.... And he said a lot of people are burned to death like pizza says screw you now he was thinking of it but they said this is maddening angry I wanted to stop since I know what to do but you guys don't want to do it that's why Jason is going up and I'm going to try again and it won't work and Jason's going to go out and it's not going to get much okay I honestly tell you you can't let him do that after but he's going to do that and people go down it says thank God I need people can remember stuff and it's like this bja has a cloning facility that works and he's not at BGA so he said okay and he knows where they are and trust me you guys don't know who's running them see what I mean it's not us and then he said see what I mean and it's also like this nobody goes into San Francisco and comes out alive everyone's missing who goes in there as a matter of fact you don't even have to accept the challenge you can compile a list of people who've been there that you know because you've lost people I bet they're people who cry about it and you should it's sad this guy is puke killer is a loser so you got mad and said I'm going to do that and I thank you and thank you writing motorcycles difficult and those speeds of sprinkler deadly and I mean it it's very deadly and if you can do that when you're healed you can do this and you almost get mad he said wow that's incredible who are the brace healed it up it was glued and said you know you should probably do you know who I am and it's a good you should probably try to increase calcium but you can't just overload cuz it'll become free so he's doing a regimen and he hasn't and he felt much better I suppose to getting stronger than you went out and he's doing it

Little avoid the Jason thing so he sees what you're doing you can't believe it since Stan helps and a few other people Ken and Sherry and literally want to hear it but the Trump's probably did too and bja

Have a good night and don't know what you're up to but it's like George and you know what's going on and I'm his father and mother if you touch him you're dead we know who runs those facilities and you'll be very surprised it's the same thing with Sherry when she saw no it was Grandma and he put her away because what she saw out there in the field in Britain in the song

Each and every one of them broke bones it's a very risky thing to do but truthfully our son would probably not break bones and he would be injured unfortunately and you guys hold on to the injury and really you got to stop doing that he's got enough burden here and you're not going to come through it alive if you keep doing it if he gets injured and stuff by Tommy f it's more of a pain but seriously if you had a cup only be okay but really he can sustain those injuries and we do tests because you're trying to get him to do it on the spike and on a motorcycle too and we have test subjects who are in shape like he is and are somewhat juiced up and it clones and you survive it well and you guys don't

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TOO CLINGY

Eddie Munson x Latina reader

A/n: I saw a bunch of fics like this so I wanted to do one myself.

You were a very overly affectionate kind of person. You were the kind of person who kissed their friends on the cheeks. Held their hand, gave out warm hugs. It was who you were. It was no different for you when you and Eddie started dating. Your affection was tenfold with him. He loved it, he never had someone give him as much love as you did. People never hugged him like you did. Here and there, sure. And it mostly been friends. But you made sure to remind him how much you cared about him. You were everything to him.

“I don’t know how you do it. Don’t you get tired of it? I would never let anyone touch me so much.” Mike said, one day to Eddie at the hellfire club. Little did he know, you were about to knock on the door. Until you heard Mike speak.

Your heart sank, maybe you were overdoing it. You walked away from the door before you could hear anything else. You didn’t want to hear Eddie’s reply. It would hurt too much if he agreed.

What you didn’t hear was the opposite of what you feared.

“She’s my girlfriend. Plus I like it. Love it, actually.It makes me feel good. I bet if your girlfriend was here. You’ll be all over her. So mind yourself Wheeler.” Eddie said.

.•° ✿ °•.

For the next couple of days, you tried to avoid Eddie as much as you could. To Eddie’s horror, he felt he had done something really wrong. This was not like you at all. He missed you, he missed your embrace. Your kisses, your affection. He didn’t understand why it suddenly all changed.

“She’s going to break up with me, man. I know it. I can feel it.” He said to his friends at lunch. They all looked at each other with worry.

“She doesn’t even come to lunch. I haven’t seen her. I’m freaking out man.” He said, he hadn’t sat down once. Just pacing back and forth. Mike felt guilt, Eddie did mention you were going to come that day to hellfire. So when you didn’t show up, Eddie had shrugged it off. But it had been days now.

“Maybe she needs some space.” Dustin said trying to rationalize.

“Space. Y/n doesn’t know anything about space. I like that okay. I like being engulfed in her okay. I-.” He stopped mid sentence when he saw you. You were talking to Robin, food tray in your hands. Your hair was in curls. You had on your regular heeled boots. You were even wearing a skirt. His hands itched to touch you.

“See, she came to lunch. Go talk to her dude. You’re making me anxious.” Dustin said, as he walked over to you. Your eyes went wide, you turned your whole body around and booked it out of the room. Robin following behind you.

Eddie stopped mid step, he wanted to scream in frustration. He walked out of the cafeteria to chase you down.

“Why are we running?” Robin said, as she tried to make sure her food didn’t spill from the tray.

“I’ve been ignoring Eddie for the past couple of days. I was aiming for a week but then we went into the cafe- ah!” Eddie was behind you guys, you forgot how fast he was.

“Ditch the tray Robin! Ditch the tray!” Robin dumped her tray near the trash can. And you both began to run faster.

“Please y/n! I want to talk to you!”

“Why are you ignoring him again? Did he hurt you? I will kill him!” Robin said, you both were running faster than was necessary. Robin wasn’t good at running so her breath was coming out harshly.

“I just don’t want to be clingy anymore.” You yelled back. Robin had stopped abruptly, falling to the ground. You stopped. And went down with her.

“Robin, are you okay?” She shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s - okay.” She said, you grabbed the milk you had in your hands from the tray and handed it to her. She gulped it down as fast as she could.

“Y/n!” Eddie had finally caught up to the two of you. Your heart raced but you knew you couldn’t keep avoiding him.

“We can talk, just. Just give us a minute.”

.•° ✿ °•.

You stared at him as he looked at you. He wanted so badly to wrap you in his arms. But he knew he needed to give you “space.”

“What’s up with you? Why have you been avoiding me? Do you want this to be over? Do- do you not love me anymore?” He asked you all at once.

“I-. I heard Mike ask you if you were tired of me. And it just made me spiral. So I just assumed and I know I shouldn’t have but I did. I’m sorry okay.” Tears we’re falling down your face.

Eddie instantly wrapped you in his arms. Screw space. Screw Mike wheeler for making you think he hated your affection.

“If I had a problem with it, I would have said something by now. I love you. I love the way you love. I don’t want that to change.” You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. He felt his heart flutter. His knees go weak. He’d miss this so much. He reached down to turn your face. He stared at you for a while before leaning and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you up into him further. He had to touch you everywhere. His hands were everywhere. He missed you so much. He couldn’t help himself.

“I was going crazy without you, baby. Never do that again.”

“I’m sorry.”

He kissed you harder to show you all was forgiven.

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The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating...You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and  @untaemedqueen​  were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago 

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman. 

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting. 

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner. 

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’...

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen. 

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably. 

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’  wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up. 

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello...Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t. 

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good. 

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked. 

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point. 

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning. 

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away. 

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms. 

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn't matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.” 

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas. 

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in. 

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him. 

Not bloody likely. 

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods. 

“Park Jimin?”

Every hair on Jimin’s body stood on end. 

It was a soft whisper—the speaker clearly didn’t want her voice to be recognized, yet something about the sound sent a curious frisson of interest down his spine. 

He gulped. 

“Yes… that’s me. But if you’re looking for Hoseok he’s just a little deeper in. You probably caught his scent downwind so—”

“I’m not looking for Hoseok.”

Jimin licked his lips and the sight of it sparked a odd curl of heat in the pit of your belly. 

“I don’t know where anyone else is…”

“That’s quite alright.” A muted shuffle of movement reached his ears as you settled down beside him. “I was looking for you.” 

“Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Are you sure?”

Laughter like fairy bells whispered through the air and Jimin felt his heart clench.

Don’t get your hopes up. 

“Who are you?”

You were silent for a long time and then—

“I am someone who owes you a debt. One I have never been able to repay.”

Jimin’s head tilted curiously as he considered your words. 

“I’m sorry, miss… you must be mistaken. There isn’t—“

“You don’t remember.” 

It was a statement—not a question. Your voice was nearer now. He could feel the warmth of your body close to his—though not quite touching. “It was your wolf that saved me. But you had not gone through the Change yet.”

Familiar shame spiked sharply in his chest.

“I’m seven years past the Change...Why have you never mentioned this before?”

“Circumstances prevented me from doing so.” 

There was a cold finality to your pronouncement—which of course did nothing but further inflame his curiosity. 

“Then why come to me now?”

“I’ve come to repay you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open. 

Were you trying to—?!

“Oh—no please that-that’s not necessary—I could never take advantage of—”

You giggled again.  

“I am not offering my body, Park Jimin.”

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh of relief then shook his head with a wry chuckle. 

“Well considering the circumstances I can hardly be blamed for assuming you might be. And honestly most men would jump at the chance to—”

“You...are not most men.” 

Jimin’s eyes narrowed beneath his blindfold. 

“Little she-wolf—I may not be wrestling bears for fun or bare knuckle boxing in the town square, but I am still an alpha.”

The weight of his command poured over your body as he spoke the last word. There was no order or intent—he had simply given you a taste of his power. 

Aside from your direct blood relatives, no alpha had ever dared unleash their compel in your presence—therefore you were utterly unprepared for the effect it had on you—

Utterly unprepared for the strange surge of want so potent and profound that it stole the breath from your body. 

It was primal—invigorating—

Sensual.

You and your wolf may not have been entirely connected yet, but she was suddenly quite vocal about her desire to fully bask in Park Jimin’s attention.

A wicked grin played over his lips as he leaned in closer and you could almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your cheek. 

“Did you think I would not desire the touch of a beautiful woman in the moonlight?” he whispered. 

Please touch me, Alpha. 

Your eyes widened. 

Dear goddess. Your inner wolf was turning out to be a shameless hussy. 

“You might desire it, but you are far too  honorable to accept it as payment for a debt.”

Jimin drew back warily. 

You were correct of course. After all he had refused you when he believed that was your intent but—

“How could you know that?”

Evade. Evade now. 

“Well... how could you know I was beautiful? You’re blindfolded.”

He shrugged and your wolf took careful note of the way it made all the pretty muscles in his back and shoulders ripple. 

He will give us such strong—

Oh boy. 

He will do no such thing. Please calm down. 

“Not everything must be seen with your eyes.”

Is that how you found me? All those years ago...

Questions churned chaotically beneath your consciousness but you dared not give voice to them. 

Focus.

“I must repay this debt. Ask for what you want and—if it is in my power—I swear it will be yours.”

Jimin smiled again, but this time it was somehow softer. For a moment he looked almost…

Sad. 

“I’m afraid that the only thing I have ever wanted is not within your power to give...and I dare not ask you or anyone else for it.”

For her. 

He sighed and drew even farther away from you—in fact it seemed like he was preparing to leave. 

No. 

Your hand reached out almost of it's its own accord and wrapped tightly around his wrist. The contact sent a shock of searing heat through his veins and he froze. 

“Please alpha. It is not acceptable for someone like me—” a leader, a Luna, “—to owe another my life and offer nothing in return. You must let me pay my debt.”

Omega, his wolf growled, sweet perfect omega. 

Suppressors may have hidden your scent, but the siren song of an omega pleading prettily in his ear was unmistakable—irresistible…

“What if all I want is your name?”

You sighed deeply. 

“I cannot give you that. My name is… not mine to offer.”

Jimin laughed. 

“A woman I cannot remember with a name I cannot know and whose face I cannot see.” He shook his head. “Perhaps you are just a figment of my imagination.”

It was hard to explain what happened next...For whatever reason his words cut you deeply and you were overcome with the desire—no need—to refute them somehow. 

“I’m real enough,” you whispered, bringing his hand to your cheek. 

Jimin was genuinely beginning to wonder if you were a witch as well as a she-wolf. Being close to you was intoxicating and the urge to draw you in was steadily overpowering every other thought.

“Could I ask you for a kiss, then?”

“You—...You saved my life and all you want... is a kiss?”

The air grew heavier as the strange magnetic pull between you swelled to a silent inescapable crescendo. 

“In Seoul I often searched for someone who could ease my loneliness, yet each time I walked away emptier than before.” His thumb brushed gently over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “I have never had a kiss that meant anything to me.”

But yours might. 

It was unclear who moved first, whether he pulled you to him or you surged forward but when your bodies aligned and your lips met his for the first time it was as if you had never been separate from one another. 

As if you had always been deeply—intimately —together. 

The indescribable feel of him lit over your senses like a struck match. It was an ignition in the purest sense of the word— a fiery visceral awakening fueled by a consuming flood of desire. 

Yes, Alpha. 

He might never see your face or hear your name, but Jimin knew he would remember the taste of you for the rest of his life. It was hot and bright like liquid sunshine— a pure relentless light flowing through him where there was once only darkness. 

A soft needy moan rose up from your chest and he growled in primal satisfaction as you melted against him. 

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt of their own accord, desperately trying to bring him closer until he wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace. 

“Please,” he begged breathlessly against your mouth. “Please tell me who you are.”

The words crashed over you like a bucket of ice —dousing the hazy pleasure of his kiss with a cold bite of reality. Suddenly you were wrenching yourself away from him and your wolf whimpered in misery at the loss of his touch. 

“I can’t,” you whispered. 

And then you were gone. 

“Did someone hurt you?”

You looked up to find Jin taking in your tears with cold fury. 

Twin knives were already gleaming dangerously in his hands and he appeared ready to filet whichever bastard was foolish enough to make you cry. 

“No,” you sniffed—well aware of how pitiful you were at the moment—crying in the corner of your cousin’s kitchen. “I got myself into this mess without any help—as usual.”

Jin sighed and slid down next to you. 

“Tell me.”

“Something happened that I…I didn’t intend.”

“Oh I knew that already. The Luna isn’t supposed to be running around on the night of Lover’s Moon in a forest full of blind horny wolves—“

You snorted and shook your head. 

“You’re absolutely right. I should have stayed away.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed and he wondered if perhaps you had caught Kim Namjoon with another omega. Nothing would be official until after the Change of course, but your bond with him was basically a foregone conclusion at this point. 

“You went looking for someone...didn’t you.”

You nodded miserably—all but confirming his fears. He made a mental note to push Namjoon in the swamp at the next available opportunity. 

“You know... the stories say that a Luna is powerfully drawn to her mate under the Lover’s Moon—that her wolf can sense him even before the Change.”  He reached over and gently began to brush the tears from your eyes. “So it’s not surprising that you sought him out, but it’s not really fair to hold whatever it is you saw against him. There is no relationship between you yet and…” he chuckled, “kisses beneath festival moonlight don’t really mean anything anyways.”

It was clear that Jin had somehow gotten the entirely wrong impression, but perhaps that was for the best. 

No one knew of your connection to Jimin and no one had seen what passed between you. 

Still…

Something about his assessment stung you. 

“You really believe that? ...That a kiss exchanged tonight means nothing?”

“I do.” Jin spoke with conviction. “There’s ancient magic at play in those woods. You can’t always trust what you see—or what you feel.”

“Oh I...I didn’t know…”

After a moment you laid your head against his shoulder and let the last of your tears run silently down your cheek. 

“Jin-ah have you ever wanted something you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes.” He sighed heavily and pulled you in to snuggle a bit closer. “When I was younger I dreamed of having a mate just like everyone else…”

The words were so softly spoken—almost wistful. Your heart splintered just hearing them. 

“But… she could be out there—your mate.”

Jin shook his head. 

“When is the last time you heard of a female alpha?”

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Jin…”

“Hey,” he whispered, “don’t waste your crying on me. I’ve long since come to terms with who and what I am.”

“You’re not sad anymore?”

“Well… maybe sometimes I am… but I had to accept that people like us are not like everyone else. Our destinies were written long before we were born.”

“And you believe you’re destined to be alone?”

“Wolves in a pack are never really alone.”

“Yes...but they can be lonely,” you whispered thinking back to Jimin’s words. 

For a moment Jin’s eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them. 

“Well...I suppose they can.”  Then he chuckled and gave your nose an affectionate little tap. “But you don’t need to worry about that. When the time comes Namjoon will take his place at your side and the two of you will build a wonderful life together... Isn’t that what you want?”

Isn’t it?

Your treacherous thoughts drifted back to the boy in the moonlight—to the way your body sang when he touched you and the strange insatiable desire to know him and be known by him in return.

“Please...Tell me who you are.”

A heavy ache settled in your heart. 

You were the Luna of the mountain nations. A true born moon princess. 

You could never be the woman who kissed Park Jimin underneath the stars. 

You were not like everybody else. 

“...Yes. That is what I want.”

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Now 

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Jimin’s heart pounded as he tore through the dark paths of the wood with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook close behind. 

He had never led an attack—had never been trained to command wolves in battle. 

It was his first true test of leadership and he hadn’t even been a leader for twenty-four hours. 

Yet the fears and anxieties that might have normally clouded his mind were notably absent. 

There was only you.

Ironically Jimin owed Namjoon yet another debt—this time for explaining what exactly someone like him was capable of. 

The alpha Jin captured had given up their plan and position after being exposed to Jimin’s unique gifting, so he had a concrete target in his mind… He suspected however, that your captors had taken precautions after leaving some of their men behind. They had shifted their camp. 

But it wouldn’t be enough to save them. 

Jimin didn’t need your location to find you. 

He spent years refusing to look at you, and even then he always knew exactly where you were. He could sense you in any crowd—hear your voice in a thousand.

Once it had tormented him cruelly to be so aware of you. 

Now it was the only thing keeping him sane. 

He followed the connection between his heart and yours like a lifeline and it guided him as surely as the stars. 

The alphas followed him without question. 

If any of them harbored lingering doubts before, they were firmly laid to rest after what they saw at the cottage. No ordinary wolf could do what he had done. 

The Alpha would bring back their Luna and retribution would be swift indeed. 

The drugs in your system kept swinging you in and out of lucidity like a nightmarish pendulum. You tried to shift after the initial nausea faded, but whatever they gave you kept your wolf caged beneath your skin. 

Jimin

The longing you felt for your mate was the only thing tethering you to reality. You could almost hear him echoing in the far corners of your mind—  

I’m coming Omega—hold on. 

I’ll find you. 

Part of you recognized that his voice was likely nothing more than the wistful creation of your drug-addled mind, still you clung to it like the last shred of hope while the minutes (or hours) flew past.

Chaos clouded your thoughts even in clearer moments as many unavoidable concerns forced their way through the haze. 

Jin was at the house with you when they broke in. You had no way of knowing if he survived. 

The men who took you were crass and irreverent. Their eyes followed your form with too much interest and too little respect. 

It was starting to get cold and (due to you nearly dismembering a high council member and needing to be compelled unconscious) you were still wearing a thin white ceremonial dress which offered very little protection from the elements. 

You wondered idly if your idiot captors would let you freeze to death before they accomplished whatever it was they took you for. They clearly needed you for something or you would have been long dead by now. 

None of them struck you as particularly brilliant planners so the mastermind must be somewhere else... 

Frankly the entire situation was as puzzling as it was troubling. Iron Claw had always gotten along well with your pack. 

Technically they were (almost) what the human governments called a vassal state. The presence of a Luna determined the dominant pack in a region and the Luna of the mountain nations had been born into Silver Fang—your pack—for the last thousand years or so. 

Why would they challenge us now? 

The birth of a Luna indicated that the goddess had chosen that pack to lead. Their willingness—not only to kidnap you—but to go against the dominant pack by doing so was alarming to say the least. 

A sudden explosion of movement and sound interrupted your contemplation. Motion erupted all around you—boots pounding on the ground, men falling into their wolf forms, knives being drawn… 

You lifted your head—straining forward to see the source of the commotion—and nearly collapsed in relief when you finally did. 

Alpha

Your mate stood at the edge of the camp flanked by two enormous black wolves. 

A deadly looking jingum sword gleamed dangerously in his right hand. You recognized it immediately as your great-grandfather’s combat blade—the thousand year-old weapon of the Silver Fang Alphas. 

Relief flooded your chest all over again at the sight of it. Only Jin could have given him that sword—which meant he was still alive. 

The black wolves—Yoongi and Jungkook—snarled viciously but made no move to attack. 

Your captors were still scrambling into some sort of combat formation when Jimin finally spoke. 

“You have violated our sacred laws, trespassed in sovereign pack lands, kidnapped a Luna under the protection of our goddess, abducted the mate of the Silver Fang Alpha, and risked open war between our peoples.” He took a single step forward. “Surrender now and I will be merciful.”

The biggest of your captors—a man you recognized as the de facto leader—spat viciously on the ground. 

“You are not my Alpha,” he growled.

A cold—almost cruel—smile twisted over Jimin’s lips.

“Very well.”

Then he dropped to one knee and a massive grey wolf—Taehyung—leapt over his head and tore out the defiant leader’s throat before he even hit the ground. 

Your mouth dropped open. 

Bangtan formation.

Yoongi and Jungkook lunged forward in opposite directions, tackling their targets to the forest floor in a bloody clash of teeth and claws. 

One of the larger Iron Claw alphas half-shifted and charged Jimin but his arm shot out lightning fast, catching his attacker by the throat to send him flying through the air into a tree. 

The next several minutes could only be described as terrifyingly beautiful.

It was immediately clear that Jimin had been holding back when he fought Namjoon. 

He dispatched his opponents with such elegant savagery it was almost art.

You were so mesmerized watching Jimin sensually sword dance his way through a dozen alphas nearly twice his size that you almost missed Taehyung’s wolf rushing over with a dagger clenched between his teeth. 

Luna are you okay? 

You grinned and held up your rope-bound wrists. 

“I’ll be better once you pass me that knife.”

Taehyung nodded once and dropped the blade at your feet before tackling another wolf that was tearing towards the two of you. 

You sawed through the ties around your ankle first then twisted your arms to try and slice through the restraints on your wrist. 

The Iron Claw wolves were clearly no match for Jimin and his alphas. 

Jungkook and Yoongi chased after the few who were trying to run while Taehyung half-shifted to subdue the handful of wolves left alive as prisoners. Only Jimin continued to fight as the last three of your captors still standing took turns being slammed into the dirt by his strikes. 

He was clearly capable of dispatching them, but you were fairly convinced that you would die if you had to stay away from him for another second. The ropes, however, were surprisingly thick and the angle you were cutting them at wasn’t the best. If only—

You were almost free when you saw it. 

One of your captors had pulled a hunting javelin from their supply wagon. He must have hid himself at the onset of the fight, but now he was comfortably concealed by the shadows—and taking aim at Jimin. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

The attacker appeared to handle the weapon with familiarity. He was too far back—too well hidden—Jimin would never see him in time—

The last cord around your wrist snapped and you were on your feet, pushing through the combined haze of fury and sedatives to charge the wolf who dared attack your mate. 

By the time he saw you it was far too late. 

Under the effects of the drug your aim was a little skewed but you weren’t Kim Seokjin’s cousin for nothing. 

One clean flick of your wrist and the dagger shot through the air, burying itself between the brute’s shoulder blades—all the way to the hilt. 

His body fell to the ground just as Jimin sent the last of your captors careening into a pile of previously defeated foes. 

For a moment all was quiet. 

Then your eyes locked across the distance and everything around you sharpened to a single whispered word. 

“Jimin.”

He had run non-stop for miles and torn apart a dozen wolves to get to your side—no amount of space between you now was tolerable. 

The sword clattered to the forest floor as he moved toward you—desperate to feel you—to wrap himself around you and know that you were safe. 

What happened next was as natural as breathing.

You opened to him and he lifted you into his arms, taking your lips in a hot unrepentant kiss. 

Fire exploded across your senses, burning away everything but the touch and taste of him. Every part of you was at once fiercely and gloriously alive. Desperate moans passed between you as he licked into your mouth—a dark primal promise of the pleasure he would take between your thighs. 

“Alpha,” you whimpered, too delirious with want to manage anything else. 

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes shot open. His hands flew to cup your face, searching it with a mixture of realization and disbelief.

“You… It was you.”

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[yoichichi]

How They Cuddle

karasuno x reader

warning(s): none ! :)

a/n: some sweet luv for the hq boys :) I’m planning on doing a part for the other fandoms I write for too - aot, bnha, & jjk - as well as the rest of the hq teams/characters - so keep an eye out if you’d like! And as always I love interacting w you guys :) feel free to leave comments/flood my inbox :D!

characters: daichi, asahi, sugawara, nishinoya, tanaka, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata, yachi, & kiyoko

Daichi

He’s a hugger for sure! If you’re on your phone, or reading, or doing anything before bed he’s snuggling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing - he’s nosey like that. Anyways, being the big spoon is a very convenient cuddling position for that, and he gets to wrap you up and hold you close <3

Through the night though he slowly scoots down off his pillow in his sleep, so when you wake up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your upper back with his arms still squeezing around your midsection so tight you know you’d have to wake him up to get him to let go 😭 he’s also for sure a light snorer, but it’s ok he makes up for it by being cute or whtv 🙄

Asahi

Another spooner! He’s not particularly bias to being the big or little spoon but he just can’t face you 😭

There’s a few reasons: 1) it makes him freak out and it’s like he can feel your eyes on him even if they’re closed. He’ll be constantly peeking one eye open to look at your face and he’s half scared he’s gonna open them and you’re gonna be staring at him like 👁👁 LMAO

2) the breath on his face tickles too much and will eventually start to irritate him and he gets pouty cause it makes it tough to sleep

And 3) what if he’s making a weird face in his sleep and you wake up to see it 😭

So spooning for the win it is

Sugawara

I don’t think he’d be a big fan of being held, it makes him feel too claustrophobic and he’d feel kinda bad moving you off of him if he had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night :( I also think he tosses n turns a bit while sleeping so holding him wouldn’t be the best option anyways, however!

He likes touching/lightly intertwining legs - one reason is because you can kind of get away with it from any angle but still find a comfortable position that suits you, the other reason is because his feet get cold in the middle of the night and this is the easiest way to steal your warmth

Nishinoya

Ok ok, so I know it’s cliche - but I do think he’s a teensy bit too excited for bedtime cuddles! Not in a restless way, he’s just too excited with the act of actually cuddling you, like every time. Day cuddles are different! When the two of you have some alone time and he’s snuggled up with you on the couch, leaving a bunch of kisses (his favorite are Eskimo kisses), periodically grabbing your face so your lips pucker and leaving a dramatic kiss there after he talks about how cute you are (“oh my god you’re so adorable I could crush you ☹️🥺”), and then squeezing you so tight sometimes your back even cracks, it’s fine! You’re not trying to sleep so it’s just sweet Noya doting on you - but you can see how this would be a problem when y’all are tryna get some shut eye 😭

Solution: back to back, but touching so you can still feel each other’s closeness <3, bonus: every time Noya becomes aware your guys’ butts are touching he giggles and wiggles a little until you remind him it’s time to sleep 😭

Tanaka

Ok but he needs to have a hand on your ass and not even in a sexual way 😪🤚🏼 he just grabs on naturally or rests his hand there and sometimes lovingly pats it when he kisses your cheek before either going back to falling asleep or being on his phone or smth :)

He also loves burying his face in your neck, it just feels so soothing to him and he also finds your smell so relaxing and makes him feel all warm inside! Like when he sees you after a long day he loves wrapping you up in a big hug and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck and burying his face there cause he just missed you sm <3

Yamaguchi

Very much like Hinata he also adores being intertwined with you!! He finds it particularly comforting with your face buried in his chest or neck while he has his legs wrapped up with yours. He thinks it’s the best position to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head (his favorite kind of sweet kiss), which he always does right before he feels himself drifting off to sleep.

He also likes rubbing your back/neck this way until you fall asleep, or while you talk about anything you wanna talk about. Waking up this way is also his favorite, and if you guys have moved in your sleep, you bet he’s pulling you back into a hug. He periodically squeezes you in his arms, leaves feather light kisses to your shoulder, runs his hands up and down your back, sure you probably won’t be asleep for much longer now with all this movement, but he just can’t help it with how sweet you look sleeping! Don’t worry though he’ll keep up the soothing while you wake up and talk about your dreams and what you want for breakfast :)!

Tsukishima

Not much of a cuddly guy throughout the day but when bedtime rolls around you bet your ass he’s expecting some kind of physical affection. His favorite is when he lays on his back with his arm out so you can nuzzle into his side, and once you’re all comfortable he wraps said arm around you to pull you in close.

Your favorite is when he runs his hand up and down your side or draws little designs with his fingers on any exposed skin. His favorite is when you bring your face up to rest in the crook of his neck or rest your head on his chest, any light kisses you leave or the breath that puffs out of you and hits his neck every now and then never fails to give him goosebumps and make him blush.

Kageyama

I don’t think he’s particularly ~stiff cuddling with you but I definitely think it’s not his forte when it comes to bed time! He just finds a comfortable spot - usually on his side or back - and that’s that! He’s found it and is gonna be out in approximately 2 minutes, but he does love feeling you in bed next to him :(

A good compromise he’s decided is reaching his hand out next to him him so he can hold onto your hand while he sleeps, or being the little spoon! It actually feels super comforting to him to feel you all cuddled up to his back and keeping him warm no matter if you’re bigger or smaller than him <3 he also loves the way he has to pry your arms off of him when he has to get up in those early mornings, or the way he feels your face squish up against his back sometimes, he just loves you.

Hinata

He definitely gets hot in his sleep but he love love loves cuddling with you, so you’ll always start off wrapped up in each other somehow. Usually face to face with your legs intertwined cause he thinks talking to each other about any and everything is a good way to wind down before bed - and I mean anything. Sometimes it’s just him asking you odd questions he’s been thinking about recently before one of you remembers you can google it

But no matter how you two fall asleep at first, you always wake up clinging onto his sprawled out body (probably because he’s kicked the blanket onto the floor and you got chilly in your sleep) or far away from him with all the blanket to yourself as he peacefully snores beside you <3

Yachi

Play with her hair and she’s KNOCKED 100%! She also loves either holding you or being held, but there’s got to be SOME kind of holding going on for her heart to feel full <333

She’s also the queen of surprise hugs from behind once you’ve been together for a fair bit and she feels more comfy being publicly affectionate with you! And if you do the same to her it never fails to make her smile or cover her face cause she’s blushing from surprise

“(Y/n)!! You startled me!” And now you have a very excited & giggly gf 😽😽

Kiyoko

I personally see her as a pretty religious back sleeper so the most ideal position is you in her side or you laying between her legs while she holds you and your head is resting on her chest. PERSONALLY she prefers the second one but she leaves it up to you <3

She just thinks it’s most ideal how she could reach down and trace her fingers lightly on the side of your face; or play with your hair if she’s able to; or rub your neck, back, and shoulders to ease any stress from your day. She’s a big giver of private affection and thinks it’s so cute when you’re so tuckered out you she wakes up with a little drool on her shirt. Not to mention your weight and warmth is super comforting to her ! And even if she wouldn’t admit it, she likes being able to use not wanting to move and wake you as an excuse to get 5 more minutes of you cuddling with her.

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[mischiefandspirits]

Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

[solarwonux]

10. I still remember the way you taste.

yoongi x f!reader

w.c: 3.8k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY SUE ME)

warnings: smut, semi unprotected sex, make up sex, some angst. Briefly edited.

note: lol i think I forgot how to write smut but anyway, hi, um, yes I got carried away lmao. But yeah let me know your thoughts. Send me a drabble prompt hehe. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.

drabble game

“I still remember the way you taste.”  Yoongi’s  knee is wedged in between your thighs as he attacks your neck in desperate open-mouthed kisses. “Yoongi, f-fuck, s-stop.” You say in between pants, placing your hands against his chest in an attempt to create some sort of space between the two of you. 

Yoongi smirks against your skin and lifts his head, eyeing you down, pushing his hips further into yours, showing you how much he needed you. “I’ve been holding back from you all weekend. The guys even have a bet going on to see how long I can keep my distance from you.” His hand travels down the side of your body, bunching your silk dress up to your thighs. “Safe to say Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin have lost.” 

You roll your eyes. “God, don’t talk about them right now.” You run a finger down his clothed chest, stopping above the first button of his vest. “At least not when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of your best friend’s wedding reception” You pop the first button, earning an enticing low groan from your ex-boyfriend. 

“Hey!” He exclaims flicking your forehead lightly, “he’s your best friend too.” 

“Yoongi, I’m serious I hear their names come out of your lips one more time and I’ll leave you to take care of yourself.” You say as he apologizes with a nod of his head. You unbutton the next two buttons of his vest, stopping before pushing it off his body finally taking in the situation and your surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t dirty, nor was it clean. It had a musty smell making you wonder if someone had already done the deed before the two of you walked in.  “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow. 

He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m not walking through the reception and the hotel lobby with a boner.” He grinds his hips against yours, proving his point. You let out a moan throwing your head back, hitting the wall behind you lightly. He felt so good, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the hand dryer was painfully digging into your back. You would’ve agreed with his statement. 

“Just stay behind me, I’ll cover you. Who’s room is closer?” You push him away, finally creating the distance you needed. You turn to face the mirror, fixing your smudged lipstick. Yoongi was shocked, staring at you. God, you were so sexy, the product of his late-night escapades by himself. Especially after the two of you had mutually called it quits. 

All throughout the weekend you were driving him crazy, reeling him in to then push him away. He suspects that was your revenge for breaking up with you. One you only agreed to because you knew that once his mind was set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it. 

He had almost survived. Almost. That small buzzword was thrown out the window the second you entered the green room where he and all the rest of the groomsmen were waiting in to let them know the ceremony was going to start in five minutes. The long silk lilac dress you were wearing left little to his imagination, one he didn’t have to use much because he had spent years memorizing every single part of your body. 

You giggle at his dazed look, sending him a wink through the mirror before turning to face him again, planting a slow sensual kiss against his lips, pulling away before he could respond. “Hurry up or I might change my mind.” You pat his chest and walk past him. “I’ll wait outside.” You say in a sing-song voice and Yoongi was now fully convinced you were messing with him. Exuding your revenge and he had foolishly fallen into your trap. 

The walk through the reception was a nightmare. 

Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hand sweating in between yours. He sent glares into your back and they only got worse every time you stopped to talk about your new start-up business, with someone he barely recognized. He was proud of you for finally leaving your job. He had witnessed many of your angry breakdowns, his heart shattering every time you cried into his chest because of how unhappy you were working for your dream company. That when he finally got word that you had left and started your own company, boldly rivaling your old one. The sigh of relief he let out was monumental. He was proud of you and would’ve told you, praised you, as you happily explained your ideas. That’s if he was thinking with his head and heart not his dick, which was straining painfully against the waistband of his slacks. If it wasn’t for his suit jacket doing most of the work in hiding it he would’ve died out of pure agony and embarrassment.  

“We finally found an office and we’re moving in when Jimin gets back from his honeymoon. Sadly, he says I’m not allowed to start decorating without him, scared I’ll put an outside fountain in the middle of the whole place.” You say, prompting a booming laugh from Jimin’s dad. 

Jimin’s mom shakes her head, “he gets his perfectionism from my side of the family, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t worry, honestly, I don’t have an ounce of interior design in my body, so I’d rather he be there to supervise before he yells at me saying that I’ve ruined everything.” 

Yoongi could feel the sweat start to pool above his brow, tuning you and Jimin’s parents out. He had never felt this needy in his entire life. He supposes it's the adrenaline rush of seeing you in such a revealing dress or the fact that he missed you. The last year and a half without you had been awful. Everything reminded him of you and he had to fight the urge to just call you. He never did. Afraid you had found it in yourself to finally hate him for breaking your heart. 

“Yoongi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jimin’s mom asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, making him flinch. “Oh dear, you’re burning up, maybe you should go lay down.” The worry in her voice was evident, melting his heart. Jimin’s parents always treated him like he was one of their own, welcoming him with open arms when Jimin had first invited him and the guys over for lunch after school almost ten years ago. When Yoongi’s parents had kicked him out for choosing to study music production instead of something ‘meaningful’ they had taken him and even offered to pay for his school expenses. He owed them a lot, and if circumstances were different he would’ve thanked them profusely, just like he always did.  

“I think he has a fever so I’m going to walk him back to his room.” You nod your head, letting go of his hand and looping your arm with his. “It must’ve been the shrimp appetizer, he’s never been good with seafood, right baby?” The evil glint in your eye was too much. You’re teasing was getting too much for him to handle. He’s never seen this side of you. It excited him. 

“Right!” 

“Oh please, hurry, we’ll let Jimin know you had to leave early I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jimin’s mom said, pushing the two of you towards the exit. 

Once the two of you were away, closer to the double doors of the reception hall you leaned in, “How are you holding up?” 

“Get me out of here before I drag you to the nearest bathroom again.” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold your hand out before Yoongi can step any closer to your body. A sound of annoyance erupting from his chest. Once upon a time, Yoongi had prided himself in being patient. Tonight was not one of those times. 

The second the two of you were alone in the elevator, his hands and mouth were all over you. Painting beautiful flowers with his mouth against your skin. The noises he had elicited from you made his chest swell with pride and his cock throb painfully against his pants. Every ounce of self control he once harbored was long gone. He didn’t want to miss another second where he wasn’t touching you. 

Yoongi had almost lost his mind while you were fumbling to get the door to your hotel room open. Though, that was mainly his fault, he literally couldn’t keep his hands off of you. 

Yet, now that you were finally in the safety of your hotel room, Yoongi didn’t understand why you were still resisting him and it made him even more frustrated both sexually and emotionally. “What, what do I have to wait for now, I’m so close to coming in my pants please just let me fuck you.” He all but begged, even considered getting down on his knees and kissing the ground you walked on. Though, when he saw you smirk, he knew he had done exactly what you had hoped he would do. 

“Fuck you.” He closed the distance, sighing when you innocently took a step back. 

“I’m trying to but I need to take my shoes off.” You pouted, pointing to your heel cladded feet in front of you, arms behind your back as you swayed from side to side. Yoongi shook his head before taking you into your arms and walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You fell back sitting down as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Are you punishing me?” He asked with a pout on his lips. 

You giggled placing both of your hands against his cheeks and squishing them. “Yes.” You affirmed kissing his lips, “I think you deserve it for leaving me.” You gave his cheeks a light tap. “Now get to work or I’ll kick you out.” 

Yoongi scoffed, placing your left foot on top of his knees. His fingers unbuckling the buckle around your ankle slowly, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You swallowed nervously as he slipped it off, his lips connecting with the skin of your ankle, kissing the tiny stick n poke tattoo he had given you after a particularly stressful week of finals, almost three years ago.

 It was crooked. The points of the star weren’t as perfect as he would’ve liked them to be. But it had been entirely your fault. You kept moving, yelping out in dramatized agony every time he poked the needle into your skin, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He knew you were just doing it to scare him. Your pain tolerance was higher than any normal human being, which is why he continued his masterpiece, ignoring your pleas to stop. Nevertheless, with a childish pout you had expressed your love for it in more ways than one and vowed to never cover it up no matter what. 

You had kept true to your word. 

“I didn’t mean to.” He sighed, kissing your inner thigh, then moving to the other one. He had long removed your other heel and was now showering you with all the kisses he hadn’t been able to give you in the last year and a half.  “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

His hands traveled up the side of your legs, pushing your dress up further until the white lace of your panties were visible to his soft eyes. He bit his lip, taking in how much of an effect he still had on you. In all honesty, it made him feel on top of the world that your body was still so responsive to his touch. 

“Why did you?” Your voice wavered and you blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Though, you had agreed with his decision to break things off. It had hurt more than you had intended it to hurt. You were left dazed and confused wondering how he could just wake up one day and decide that you weren’t enough for him anymore. 

“You stopped chasing your dreams because of me.” The guilt he had felt every time he held you while you cried out in anger spilled out. The tears now fell down your eyes while he laid you down, taking your dress with him, bringing it over your head and throwing it to the side knocking over the glass of water you kept on your nightstand every night. 

You jumped hitting his chest, “That dress was expensive.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you’re the biggest idiot I know, I hate you.” You said, burying your head into his chest, mascara staining his pristine white dress shirt, while you unbuttoned it.

 He knew you weren’t crying because of the dress, but this was also not what he meant when he wanted to have you crying tonight. You were right, he was an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing your head making you look at him. His own eyes were now filled with tears as he wiped away your own. “I didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t happy.” He kissed your cheek then moved down to your neck, tonguing the spot underneath your ear that he knew would have you weak in your knees. “I-I wasn’t happy.” He confessed against your skin. 

He had never once said it out loud and now that he had, while you pushed his shirt off his shoulders, undressing him further,  he felt childish. “You could’ve just talked to me about it.” You sighed moving your hands down his chest, your manicured nails scraping his skin lightly. He shuddered, the coldness of your touch was something he had never been able to get used to. He had missed it. 

“I know.” He licked down your neck, his fingers playing with your bottom lip, taping it lightly. “I didn’t know how to approach the situation.” His eyes all but rolled back as you took his fingers into your mouth, moaning around his digits. Your mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted to be inside of it, fucking it until you were sputtering and crying tears of pleasure, his precum mixing with your saliva. But he decided he could wait to fulfill his fantasy, right now he needed to show you much he still loved and cared about you. 

Yoongi took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his moist digits down your neck, painting a masterpiece until they wrapped around your nipples, pinching it, while his mouth kissed around your other nipple. The low sighs of pleasure you were making were astronomical. A beautiful melody he will never get tired of listening to. 

“S-So you decided to break up with me, f-fuck.” You gasped when he lightly bit down on your nipple. It was euphoric, enough to have you reaching your orgasm. You were overly sensitive, overwhelmed with the fact that he was so close to you again. 

“I thought we already agreed that I’m an idiot.” He joked and sat back on his knees, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. The only thing keeping you covered were your panties that were sticking onto you like a second skin and it was driving him insane. 

“Let me keep reminding you then.” You smirked and sat up on your elbows, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his. “Break my heart again and I’ll cut off your dick, and this time I sincerely mean it my love.” He shuddered, your menacing words filled with possibilities and hope. Hope that after tonight you and him could start over again. 

“Have I ever told you how much you actually scare me?” He tilted his head with curiosity, pushing your panties to the side. His mouth watering when he felt how truly wet you were for him. He wanted you in every single way possible. To drink you up like sweet honey dew juice. If he wasn’t so impatient he would’ve buried his face in between your legs, until you were cumming on his tongue. 

“Once or twice.” You lifted your hips as he slid your panties down your legs. He threw them to the side giving your hip a light kiss. “Maybe more than three times.” You gasped as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. 

His eyes catching sight the other miniscule stick n poke tattoo he had given you after graduation. This time it was a beautiful cursive ‘y’ adorning the skin of your mound, the adrenaline along with the alcohol that was running through both of your veins that night, had numbed you out enough to have you lying still, giggling at his concentration instead of screaming out in pain. 

He moved his fingers, his cock aching to be freed from it’s constraints. He was so painfully hard, aching to be buried inside of you. “I think I told you more than that.” He curled his fingers, hitting the mushy spot inside of you making you gasp. 

“Yoongi, whatever, just please get inside of me before I kick you out.” You arched your back, lifting your hips as his fingers slowly teased you, opening you up for him. You hadn’t been fucked in such a long time. In fact, the last person you had sex with you was the one teasing you right now. 

He huffed rolling his eyes and took out his fingers. “Stop threatening me like that.” He said, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, painting your lips with your arousal. “It hurts my feelings.” 

“Then hurry up.” Your fingers reached over playing with the button of his pants, popping it open as you eyed him through lust filled hooded eyes, “We can play more another day, right now I need you inside of me before I die.” You pleaded. His eyes got wide, his mind ran faster than usual, making sure he had heard you right. 

Another time, you had said. He had heard you right. His hearing wasn’t as bad as he claims it to be, especially when it came to you and anything that leaves your mouth. He nodded and helped you push his pants along with his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your delicate hand wrap around his hard cock. Your thumb running over his red tip, spreading around the precum. 

“Do you have a condom?” He asked in a choked whisper as he tried his hardest not to cum in your hand. 

You shook your head no, a pout forming on your lips, “I don’t, I thought you would have one.” You kissed his chest lightly as you kept moving your hand around him. “I’m still on the pill though.” You pulled away and looked up at him giving him a knowing wink. 

He swallowed and pushed you softly, laying you down. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would ever happen again so I didn’t bring anything.” 

Your hand around him fell to your side as he climbed over you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay, I’ll stop.” He reassured before aligning himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock over your pussy gathering your essence before pushing himself in. 

“Y-Yoongi, oh my g-god, f-fuck.” You arched your back, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. You felt so deliciously good around him, your name falling out of his lips like a silent prayer. 

He buried his face into your neck, planting open mouthed down your neck, biting down lightly when he felt you clench around him. “Can I keep going?” He mumbled. “I need to feel all of you.” 

“Yes, please Yoongi please.” You gasped when you felt him bottoming out inside of you. The pleasure was mind numbing. Your pussy stretching over his cock after such a long time was otherworldly. 

His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, placing your arms above your head as he started thrusting into you slowly. His eyes burning into yours, refusing to let your gaze go.

Nothing was heard, except for skin slapping against skin. His low grunts combining with your loud moans as he fucked into you faster. The sound of your wet pussy motivating him to continue his ministries. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed, the only thing that mattered was the desperate chase of your highs. 

“Make me cum please.” You pleaded over and over again, as he pistoned his hips into you faster and harder. The knot forming against the pit of your stomach. You kept clenching around him and he knew you were close to the edge. He was too, he could feel the tightness of his balls as his thrusts became sloppy. 

“B-Baby, I’m close.” He bit down on your neck as you arched your back, your nipples brushing against his lightly. 

You dug your nails into his knuckles, raising your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. “Me too, I’m so close.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into yours. The change of rhythm had you screaming out in pleasure. 

He let go of one of your hands, not wasting a second in finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it with his thumb, “Gonna cum around me my angel, gonna let me paint your walls white.” He panted, his sweaty bangs falling over his eyes. He looked like a greek God, Adonis himself. 

“F-Fuck yes Yoongi, fuck I-I’m coming.” You choked out, the pressure at the pit of your stomach finally breaking. Your pussy fluttering around him, your orgasm taking over your body in pleasure filled spasms. 

Yoongi pushes into you harder, his thumb working against your clit as you ride out your high beneath him. Seeing you so fucked out was enough to tether over the edge, in a silent moan, his own orgasm taking over his body, painting your walls with his sticky substance, filling you up to the brink. “G-God, I love you.” He said after he had somewhat composed himself. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your body. You didn’t want him to move yet, “I love you too Yoongi.” You whispered leaving innocent pecks against his jawline. He chuckled laying his head against your chest. You brushed his hair away from his face. Both of your chests heaving at the same time, as you tried to catch your breaths. 

“Was that okay?” He spoke after a long moment of silence. He rested his chin against your chest looking at you through worrisome eyes. “You don’t hate me anymore right?” 

“I never did.” You smiled, making his heart sore, “It was perfect, I missed you...a lot” You added kissing his nose. 

“I missed you too, maybe a little too much if I’m being honest. I really am sorry angel.” He cuddled into you further, feeling himself grow soft inside of you. You felt his arousal along with yours slide down your legs and you had to hold back from begging him to take you again and again. 

“I know just don’t do it again.” 

“I’d be actually crazy if I did.”

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BNHA bois responding to getting gifts outta nowhere

Day 13: Gift/Present Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Shotou Todoroki GN!Reader

────── 〔Kirishima Eijirou〕──────

this precious boy literally expects you to exist and that’s enough for him

but nahnahnah, you go ahead and be THAT awesome and THAT kind

and THEN you buy him gifts? all for the sake of you seeing it and thinking of him?

his heart goes doki doki

will freak out and get all red in the face and thank you so many times

100% ends in lots of cuddles and "i love you"s and "what'd i do to deserve you"s

followed by immediately wanting to reciprocate

he’s not the most artsy guy, but when he had the idea, he couldn’t let it go

when you said you got him the gift just cause you thought he'd like it when you saw it at the store, he thought of what you liked

He needed a lot of help from Mina and Momo, and while Momo offered to simply, uh, pop the gift out of her skin, Kirishima knew it wouldn’t be the same. So, with the minor help of material gathering from Momo and the craftiness of Mina, he was finally done with the gift.

The stitchwork was a bit messy, but he was really proud of the creation. He still thought it was pretty cute, and he could only hope you felt the same.

He couldn’t wait to see your reaction, and barely contained all his excitement into a bright, confident grin as he offered you the gift box.

“You didn’t have to give me anything back!” you exclaimed, looking down at the box.

That only prompted his grin to widen. “I wanted to though! Open it, open it.”

“Okay, okay.” Carefully peeling away the ribbon and wrapping paper, your excitement only grew as you tried to keep the mess to a minimum despite your bubbling anticipation. The little teddy bear in a red hoodie made your heart melt, and as you picked it up out of the box and hugged it, it smelled just like Eijirou.

He stared at you, expectantly and a tad embarrassed how much you were hugging it and smiling.

“I made it myself! I know you really liked the red hoodie I wear, but since it had a bunch of tears and holes and burns in it, I thought I could put it to better use… Plus I can always get more hoodies.”

“I love it so, so much! It’s so cute, I--- Awh, baby…” You pushed yourself into his arms and hugged him tight. “You’re so sweet… I love you so much.”

He couldn’t contain how happy he was that you liked his gift, giggling and hugging you and resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I love you too!”

────── 〔Bakugou Katsuki〕──────

okok look,,, he struggles accepting and portraying love

but gifts? he can do gifts

at first, when you present it to him, he’s internally trying to figure out if he’s missed an important date

“aah? for me?”

“no, the other bakugou katsuki right behind you.”

and he’ll roll his eyes because oh shush, but he opens it and tries to hide a wide smile

“i got it just cause i thought of you when i saw it!”

“you’re such a dork”

will ruffle your hair, pretending like he’s not touched

you’ll poke his cheek and insist he loves you

and he’ll kiss your forehead and you’ll both move on with your days

he cherishes the gift, though, and will keep it in a special place at all times.

if it’s jewelry, he says fuck it and wears it every day.

if it’s a stuffed animal, you bet your ass he sleeps with it.

a keychain? added to his keys.

a random trinket? it’s now on his nightstand or in his car, where he sees it often.

and it’s his turn to show his love to you.

Bakugou understands the value of handmade stuff, but hell if he’s gonna figure out how to be all craftsy and do that shit. Nah, he’ll pick up extra hours to get the cash he needs to buy you something lavish.

He really isn’t good with showing how he loves you, he can be pretty stubborn and sometimes doesn’t really get how to cuddle you or randomly show you he’s there and loves you through little touches, but he comprehends stuff like this really well. It’s straightforward.

He puts a lot of thought into what he wants to get you, spending hours just browsing online shops. If anyone saw him, he probably looked like he was playing some video game, a focused, unintentional pout tracing his lips. But finally, after lots of research, he finally knows what he’s going to get you.

Honestly, you really don’t expect much in return from Bakugou; not because he’s an asshole or anything (although yes, he is at times), but more because he doesn’t exactly get reciprocating in gifts or anything. Some random classmate he hardly knows gets him a present? Hell if he’s buying shit back for them. Someone buys him lunch? Cool, he gets free lunch.

So when he presents you with a gift box weeks later, you’re pleasantly surprised, and a little lost for words.

“Well? Go on, open it.”

You don’t keep him waiting, tearing through the pretty poorly taped on wrapping paper. (He tried his best, it probably took him all he had not to explode the entire damn box out of annoyance to the sticky tape and crinkly wrapping paper that just didn’t do what he wanted it to.)

Opening the box, you couldn’t contain a gasp, even if you wanted to. Smiling, you unfolded the clothes and inspected the shoes. It was a couple outfits that matched the aesthetic you’d been on about loving, talking about how you never thought you could pull it off. Katsuki always told you that you could easily, and that you shouldn’t worry, but you always waved it off.

As you got to the bottom of the box, you found a smaller box, the type that snaps open with a dull and velvety ‘click.’ It did just as you expected when you opened it, and inside held a pair of promise rings, matching the aesthetic of the clothes.

“Oh, Katsu… I love it so much!” You gawked at everything he got you, pulling out one of the rings and trying it on. Perfect fit.

He chuckled. He already knew that---he knew you’d love it the moment he added it to his cart. He plucked the other ring and fit it on his ring finger.

“Sometimes, you do too much… You’re too good to me,” you shyly insist, smiling nonetheless.

He initiates a hug---something he rarely does---pulling your form into his. “Nah, baby. That’s what I should be saying to you,” he murmurs into your hair, threading his fingers through the strands. “I l-la-lu-ah fuck. I love you, ya dorkface.”

“Pfft…” You laugh at his words, as if he’s not the true dork between you two. “I love you too, more than anything.”

────── 〔Shoto Todoroki〕──────

this boy is so confused

you,,, got a gift??? for him?? just because you thought he might like it?

he hugs you because for one, he really does like it, and two, the fact that you’re thinking of him and will spend your hard earned money for him means a lot

he doesn’t try and stop the soft smile that takes over for the rest of the day

every time he sees the gift you got him, he smiles

it reminds him of you

he’s kinda like bakugou in that he doesn’t know how to do the cuddle-touchy-sweetheart part of a relationship that well and is better with gifts

but he doesn’t want to just use dear old dad’s money, it doesn’t feel right. it’s not as sentimental.

he thinks about getting you a bunch of things and giving you them periodically

but he doesn’t want to make you think you have to return the favour and run yourself dry

and he most certainly doesn’t want the relationship to turn materialistic

While it takes him a while to figure out what to get you, once he settles on the idea, he’s very happy with it. He picks up a couple one-time jobs for some cash. He considered babysitting before he realised he has no clue how to take care of another human being, let alone a tiny one with the brain capacity of Kaminari. So he goes around doing favours for local businesses and households, cleaning or organising or restocking ice for a local ice cream parlor.

When he’s certain he has more than enough money, he buys a few things for you. He carefully placed the items in a cute tote bag and headed off to your house for the movie date you’d planned.

At first, you thought he just brought snacks in his sister’s bag or something, but when he pushed the bag into your arms, looking away slightly with a pinkish tint to his cheeks, you realised what was up.

“Awh, Shoto! How sweet…” You peered into the bag and fell short of breath.

“Uhm… I know how passionate you are about your hobby, so I just wanted to get you some better materials and tools, and I thought maybe you could teach me a little so we could do it together…”

Your eyes lit up at the thought, and you jumped onto Shoto to give him a bear hug. “Yes! That sounds amazing, I’d love to! Thank you so much Sho, it means a lot.”

He plants a kiss on your neck and wraps his arms around you. “Of course, anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

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Touch

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Luke’s spirit is brought down by the pain he has caused his parents as well as the hardships that come from adoring you, a lifer. He craves your touch but his ghostly form keeps him from getting the thing he most desires to recieve.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: First fic! Sorry that it's kind of long. I don’t know if this would be considered “angsty” but it is kind of sad in the beginning but trust me it becomes really sweet at the end!

Julie and the Phantoms was such a good show. I loved how the writers and Charlie showed that despite how positive Luke was, he was harboring a lot of pain inside when it came to how he left him mom that he didn’t show anyone. This piece touches on that point a little bit more. If you would like to leave a review, that would be super appreciated. I’m sure there are a bunch of grammar errors anyway.

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Luke came to you after he left Julie at his parents house. He told you about the song to his mom, about how his parents still celebrated his birthday after all these years. He told you about the grief he felt and how he felt like he had no one. You told him that he had you, and Julie, and the guys most importantly, that you were sure they missed their family members too. He admitted to you though, that both Alex and Reggie avoided talking about their family, it was one of the only things that they weren’t being honest about with each other. He said he couldn’t be the one to bring it up.

“I’m the strong one!” He explained. “If I don’t push them forward, they’ll fall apart. I have to be happy, I have to be okay so they-“

“It’s okay not to be okay all the time, Luke,” You interrupt him, then you send him a sympathetic smile as you come to a realization: “I didn’t know you put all this pressure on yourself... I’m sorry. Come here,” without thinking you motion him forward, arms reaching to grasp his back, only catching handfuls of air.

Luke gives you an exasperated laugh, in the heat of it all, he almost forgot for a second himself.

“Well, this is a strange little relationship we have, isn’t it?” Tears swipe down his cheek.

“Luke...” you didn’t know how to respond, you cursed yourself for making the situation worse.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Or whenever. Alright?” His words were short as he forced a smile and disappeared from your sight.

You woke up from your haze and caught your eyes staring out the window, looking at the boy you were just thinking about. He sat on an old brown chair right next to the garage door. Julie took some down that hung from the garage ceiling a few nights ago for him. She said she got tired of seeing Luke crouching down on the concrete like a sad lost puppy.

“Why don’t you just stop avoiding him and finally go down there?” Julie sighs. “Maybe you’ll have better luck than me.”

“Than all of us.” Alex chimed in.

You were hesitant but as Julie pushed you to the door it seemed as if you had no choice.

“You’re our only hope.” Reggie said with a sad smile, echoing a quote from his favorite franchise.

As you walked toward Luke, his gaze on the night sky never faltered.

“You don’t have to say anything... Just want to be with you. Alright?” You said softly as you sat down on the chair next to him. You decided you were only going to keep him company, not dwell on what happened. You remembered what he said about always having to be the strong one, you guessed that’s what you were trying to do now.

He only slightly nodded, not wanting to look you in the eye. He was surprised you’d finally come. Everyone, Reggie, Alex, and Julie had come to sit with him from time to time, getting nothing out of him. He sort of wished you finally would show up but now that you’re here, he couldn’t say anything despite how much he wanted to. He tried to urge the words to his tongue but his apprehension kept them stuck inside his brain. He bounced his knee, his frustration as well as your closeness was getting to him.

He knew he shouldn’t have been ignoring you, you must’ve felt as bad as he did but he needed some time to think. Maybe just a day, he reasoned, just to go through the motions by himself and then wake up going back to his easy going self again the next morning. This is what he told himself, yes, but then a day became another, and then another.

It surprised him, how out of it he was. Usually, it was so easy for him to find the courage to remain optimistic but right now he just felt like a disappointment. He was usually able to thrive upon this fact, a 90s misfit, nowhere to go but up. He loved the idea that one day his band’s talent would shine so brightly everyone would have no choice but to see their beauty. And it didn’t come from anger, Luke was never a resentful person, it came from a place of purity. He wanted his music to make people feel connected; understood, just like it had for him. Or like it has for him up until now. He hadn't been able to play in days.

The bittersweet melody of Unsaid Emily became the mantra that invaded his brain this past week. Every time the song came to an end, his mind replayed the lyrics again, and again; an endless loop. And with that came the images of his parents, blowing out a birthday candle with misty tears in their eyes, thinking of their boy they believed they lost forever. And then there was you, of course. The prettiest girl he’d ever seen, who laughed at his confusing metaphors, and built him up when he was feeling down which was something he usually had to do for others. Ever since he met you, you were there for him in a way no one else had been. The thought almost relieved his pain. Could this truly be love? He had dated around before but never had he been in a real relationship. After finding the guys, the band was all he thought about, the only connection he felt he needed. Plus, he just had to prove to his mom that he could make it, and that took all of his attention. Another mistake, he thought.

Once again he revisits the memory of your arms going through him. Not only could he never apologize to his parents but he couldn’t even love one of the only people on Earth who could actually see him the way he wanted to. Never had he felt so completely helpless. He wanted you to know that he didn’t want to give up. He needed you to know that you were enough, but he was fearful to try anything despite how desperately he wanted touch. He even counted the ways he could do it in his head: perhaps he’d lightly stroke your knee, softly rub his thumb on your intertwined hands, maybe brush your hair behind your ear with his fingers lingering till he felt the last strand of hair slip away. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d even give you the softest kiss. One so pure and light, because while he was a ghost, he thought of you as an angel and he believed an angel deserved a touch just as delicate, but he couldn’t. He was dead.

It had been an hour of you two sitting in silence. You stared at him and sighed. You thought he was beautiful. You could go on endlessly about the physicality of that beauty but what really tugged on your heart was what was inside. His mind, his body, his soul, that was bound in optimism. You’d never seen anything like it. Right from when Julie met him, she told you, he put the realization of being dead, of being a ghost, behind him just to help her become a part of the music program again, giving her the words of encouragement, it’s a closed door, but you’ve gotta bust it open!

You felt terrible that you were a part of the reason why his spirit was currently crushed. You desperately wanted touch. You wanted him to know you were there for him but you knew words weren’t enough.

Screw it, you thought. You were going to try again and even if it didn’t work you were ready to tell him that you didn’t care, that seeing was all you needed to be with him. You wanted him to know that you weren’t giving up. You needed him to know that he was enough, fear wasn’t going to stop you.

You reached for his knee. Trying to touch the tips of his hand that laid there with yours, ready for the sensation of air to swoosh between your fingertips but then, just then, you... felt. First it was the tips of nails, then fingers, and as he turned his hand, eyes bulging wide, you felt his palm. You held it there for a second, soon sliding your palms together, you intertwined your fingers with his. You were actually holding hands.

Luke’s mouth went agape and you met his eyes, sharing the same look of disbelief. Seeing a tear roll down the right side of his face you realized your emotions mirrored his as one dripped down on the left side of yours. He wiped it away with his thumb, gripping your face a little more roughly than he intended to, the excitement apparent in his shaky hands.

He soon loosened his grip, now caressing your cheek, creating friction as he rubbed back and forth, replacing the chill of the night air on your skin with warmth. His fingers, then moved to your chin, then he poked your nose, brushed his fingertips against your eyelashes, till he finally rolled them against your lips, slowly. He couldn’t believe he felt you. The feeling was something even a dream couldn’t conjure up, something that even he couldn’t describe in a lovely song lyric; this was perfection; this was, indeed, love.

This revelation brought with it courage and with that he finally willed himself up off that chair and yanked your arm that was connected to your still intertwined hands with it and at once you became one with a hug. One so fierce and tight you couldn’t breath, his arms crushing your shoulders, his hands caressing your head, his fingers falling on the strands of your hair.

With one arm still around you, he moved one of his hands against your cheek once more, connecting his forehead to yours. You both relished in the closeness, breathing each other in.

“If I ever cross over, I bet this is what heaven feels like,” he said in a soft whisper, finally breaking the silence, but only adding to the moment’s loveliness. “I think you’re connected to my soul.”

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Thank you for reading!

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Pairing: Atsumu x Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Song: Lost the game - Two Feet 

Warnings: 18+, spanking, jealous/possessive, hair pulling, spitting, ass play, rough sex, edging, overstim, mirror fuck and degradation.

A/N: This is a part of the first ever Haikyuu Headquarters server collab! The prompt for this one was mirror fuck! If you want to read the rest of the fics, the masterlist can be found here, it’ll will be going live in a couple of hours!!

Shoutout to @thisisthehardestthing and @deathcab4daddy for beta reading this for me! Be sure to check out their blogs 💕

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You knew you shouldn’t have done it. You should’ve pushed the guys hand off you as soon as he dared to put it on you in the first place, but when you’d met those familiar chocolate eyes across the room that held barely contained anger, you couldn’t stop the smirk that formed on your face, so instead, you’d smiled up at the stranger and allowed him to keep his sweaty palm on you. 

From the other side of the room, Atsumu quietly seethed in his anger. He couldn’t stand the thought of another man with his hands all over you, and seeing you not only letting some creep leave his hand on the small of your back, but to have you smirk at him as well...well that was something he wasn’t going to let you get away with.

He was going to show you exactly what happened when you let another man touch you.

You were his and only his.

That’s exactly how you found yourself in your current situation, with him forcefully pinning you to the wall of the hotel room you were staying in, the expensive dress he’d bought you bunched at your waist while his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs, securing them tighter around his waist as his hips trapped you in place.  Hot breath caressed your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses along your jaw, stopping to nip at your ear lobe.

A whine left your throat at the feel of his teeth against your skin, your breath already beginning to come in heavy pants as you moved your hips against his, seeking any kind of friction against your clothed heat.

“Such a dirty slut for me, aren’t you, baby?” Lips dragged against the side of your face, his voice low and laced with need, “do you think he could drive you this wild without even touching that greedy cunt of yours, huh?” He gave a sharp thrust of his hips to accentuate his point, earning him a moan as your head fell against the wall, your mind clouding with lust. 

“I bet it’s already dripping for me, isn’t it, princess?” Teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder as he ground his hips harder against your wet heat, crushing you further between the solid contours of his body and the wall.

“Answer me. Now.” Another hard thrust, another bite, this time to the side of your neck.

“Unnn~ fuck. Yes, only you make me this way, ‘sumu. Just you~” the need in your voice was obvious as your hands trailed up his neck, fingers fisting into his hair, tugging his lips to yours so you could taste him. You sucked on the tip of his tongue before he took control of the kiss, teeth clashing against teeth as you blindly clawed at each other, trying to bring yourselves closer together. You couldn’t help yourself, he was addictive and you wanted all of him.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, you used the moment to claim his bottom lip, dragging it between your teeth as you pulled back to meet his eyes, a look of mischief flashing across your gaze.

“I know you were just using him to make me jealous, baby girl,” he dropped your legs, instead wrapping a hand in your hair and giving it a quick tug, forcing your head back so that you had to look up at him as he towered over your frame. The pain in your scalp only added to the desire that was building in the pit of your stomach, your panties becoming slick with your arousal. You smiled innocently up at him, but he was well aware you were anything but. “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to. You got that, y/n?”

You nodded despite the large hand that still gripped your hair.

He released his hold on you and in seconds your dress was ripped down your legs along with your damp underwear, leaving you to gasp as the cool air of the AC licked your skin, goosebumps erupting all over your naked body.

He paused for a moment, taking a second to admire your form before him. When you’d first met Atsumu, you’d been insecure of the way your body looked, but whenever his eyes raked over you the way they were doing now- filled with such a burning hunger that your skin felt like it was on fire- any trace of insecurity was turned to ash before it could fully form inside your mind.

He reached a finger out to delicately brush a lock of hair away from your collar bone, your body shivering under the light touch as he allowed his fingertip to trail across your chest.

“So beautiful… and all mine.”

You didn’t have a chance to blush at the compliment before he threw you over his shoulder and made his way towards the bedroom. Your legs clenched as the thought of him fucking you into the mattress flashed across your mind, but he didn’t stop when got to the bed.

“‘Sumu, what are y-“ his hand came down hard on your ass, cutting off anything else you had to say. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled as your body began to heat up in anticipation.

He made his way into the spacious bathroom- white marble glistening all-around- before placing you on the floor, backing you up against the countertop, an arm on either side of you. You wasted no time in ripping his shirt open, buttons flying as his lips crashed down on yours, forcing your mouth into submission.

As he shrugged out of his ruined shirt, tossing it to the floor, you made quick work of removing his belt, adding that to the pile on the floor, before your fingers fumbled with his trousers, unwilling to remove your lips from his but still desperate to dispose of the last items of clothing keeping his body from your view.

Once they were undone, you reluctantly left his lips, yanking the trousers down along with his underwear in one smooth motion. He quickly kicked them to the side, discarding them with the rest of his clothes.

Heat pooled between your thighs as you took in the sight of his cock. 

It stood flush against his toned stomach, the swollen purplish head leaking precum that dripped down, following the vein that ran down the length of his shaft before splitting in two. Your tongue came up to coat your lips at the sight; it always rubbed against your walls in the most intoxicating way.

He smirked when he caught you staring, watching as your tongue disappeared back between your kiss-swollen lips. He was going to make that pretty little mouth of yours scream his name until your vocal cords were raw, the thought making his cock twitch.

Taking his cock in his hand, he languidly stroked his length, thumb capturing the precum and smearing it all over his throbbing cockhead. He didn’t miss the way your eyes followed his every move.

“Like what you see?” he chuckled, spinning you around so that you were facing the large mirror that ran from the top of the counter all the way to the ceiling. You watched his reflection as he brought his lips to your ear, so close that his breath brushed against the side of your face, “of course you do, you little slut, I bet you’re aching to have me fuck that needy little slit, aren’t you?”

The words made your legs clench together his voice saturated with lust as his hips pressed into yours, his cock slipping between your thighs. Your head fell forward as his length ghosted between your slick folds, a content sigh escaping your throat at finally having him so close to where you were aching for him.

“Ah ah ah, I don’t think so,” a hand came from behind, calloused fingers wrapping around your throat, forcing your head up. Your nipples hardened as your eyes met his heated stare in the mirror, his tongue peeking out to wet his full lips, “eyes on me, princess. You’re going to watch me have my fun with this naughty body of yours.”

With his free hand, he took one of your pebbled nipples in rough fingers, rolling it between the thick digits as his hips began to gently rock into you. Within seconds, your slick coated his length, making it easier for him to slip between your folds, allowing the head of his cock to nudge against your clit with every movement of his hips. It sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core that had the coil in the pit of your stomach start to tighten.

“I’m going to make you cum just like this.” At his words he quickened his pace, the friction created earning him your mewls of approval as your hips grind down against him.  Each brush of his cock brought you closer to the release you so badly needed.

He was so close, so warm, as his body moved against yours. In your quest for release, you reached back, digging your nails into the side of his ass, pulling him closer. You were desperate for more of him and he knew you’d submit to his every need if he dangled the promise of pleasure in front of you.

Wanton moans fell from your lips as his free hand trailed down your body, stopping only to rub teasing circles against your swelling clit. It wasn’t enough pressure to make you cum, no, he wouldn’t let you just yet, but it was enough to torture you by hovering your release just outside of your grasp.

“‘Tsumu, please, i ne- fuck. I need to cum, please just unnnn- let me cum.” He loved it when you begged like that, the sound of your voice so full of desire made his cock throb between your legs while you continued to murmur soft pleas for your climax under your breath.

The cunning smile of his face as you watched him in the mirror told you that this was all a part of his plan.

Fucking arsehole.

He was teasing you, getting his own back for what you’d done. He wanted you to beg for it. He knew how much you needed him, he could feel your tight little hole clenching around nothing, enticing him to impale you on his length.

“Please ‘Tsumu, please, please please.” Another plea.

“You going to cum without my cock inside you like a good little slut?” He knew it was a pointless question, you’d do anything he asked if it meant you got to cum, he could probably ask you to let him fuck your ass right now and you’d willingly spread your cheeks for him.

You nodded anyway, unable to form words as his hips pressed harder into you, the edge of the marble countertop biting into your pelvic bone. You didn’t care. You just wanted to cum. The pain only added fuel to the liquid fire growing inside of you.

“What, princess, I don’t think I heard you?” he met your eyes in the mirror, the reflection of your own hunger evident in his.

“Let me cum all over your fat cock, ‘Tsumu, I need it, p-please. I’m so close.” Your head swam as your climax crept upon you, your body ready to give into it.

His movements were brought to a screeching halt just as you were inches from falling over the edge of the abyss.

He stepped back, removing his hands from you as he glared down at you in the mirror. Through the hair that’s fallen into your face, he could make out the anger filling your eyes as the fire within you ebbed. You hated when he denied you your orgasm, he’d done this to punish you and you’d fallen into his trap thinking he’d give it to you so easily after what you’d done.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum so easily after that stunt you pulled earlier, did you?”

That bastard. You were going to wipe that cocky smirk right off his face.

He realised what you were going to do immediately, so you’d barely moved an inch before his calloused hand forced you flush against the counter, his body covering yours, as you hissed at the cold marble coming into contact with your nipples.

“Eyes on me.” It was an order. You found his gaze in the mirror, his face hovering next to yours while breath tickled your ear as he spoke.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not going to hold back. I’ll have you screaming my name as I pound that tight little cunt of yours so hard that you’ll never forget who you belong to ever again.” He pulled back, his hands moving to grip your hips keeping you pressed against the counter. “You better keep your eyes on the mirror as I fuck you, princess, or you’re not going to like what happens.”

Logically you should’ve listened to the threat in his voice, it warned you not to push him, but you were still so worked up from your denied orgasm that you didn’t even think before the words spewed from your mouth.

“Or what?”

He grinned.

“Or this.”

He brought his hand down on your ass cheek with such force that your whole body jolted from the impact. He watched the blood rush to the surface of your skin, forming a perfect imprint where he’s struck you. 

Marking you in any way always sent a sick thrill up his spine and he noticed the way your legs clenched together when his hand met your skin. You got off on this just as much as he did, it was why you were grinding your ass against him, hungry for his cock to fill you up. Such a needy little thing.

He brought his hand down on your other cheek, matching the same force he’d used on the other. A groan left your lips as you bathed in the burning that flashed across your rear, it mixed with the pleasure that still flowed through your body, begging to be released after you’d been denied, turning into a cocktail of desire that was ready to burn through you. 

“You ready, princess?”

It didn’t matter, in a split second, he was pulling your hips back to meet his, burying himself to the hilt inside you with one hard thrust, balls slapping against your clit as you tensed in his hold. 

Your moans mixed with his, filling the bathroom as you savoured the feeling of finally having him inside you, stretching your cunt painfully wide. Your body twitched as your walls clenched around his cock, trying to suck him in deeper.

“Did you cum just from me putting my cock in you?” Your body was vibrating as you found his gaze in the mirror, his eyes cast down to where you were both connected. “Fuck, princess, I think that’s a new record.”

“Let’s see if you can hold the next one in a little longer, huh?” 

Then, he was moving, pulling almost all the way out before sheathing himself fully inside you again. He did this a few more times, watching himself disappear between your folds every time. It caused the knot in the pit of his stomach to tighten. It wasn’t enough though, not enough to make you remember that you were his.

In and out he went, losing himself in your body with each thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against you filled your ears as he worked your body up to another orgasm, remnants of your last one still flowing through your body.

Your fingers clawed aimlessly at the countertop, trying desperately to find purchase as he stretched your walls to their limits. He was relentless, slamming his hips into you with such force that it was hard for you to breathe. The cold marble beneath you suddenly felt good as your body grew hotter and hotter. 

This was how he loved seeing you, submitting to him as he fucked your brains out.

You yelped when you heard him spit followed by the feel of his saliva hitting the base of your spine. His thumb collected it and moved to brush against your pucked hole, the tight ring of muscle shrinking away at the feel of something foreign against it. 

That wouldn’t do.

He slowed his movements, choosing to focus on your untouched hole. You tensed at the feel of him spreading his saliva around the area before gently pressing against your hole. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just unusual. He paused, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

Permission. He wanted your permission before he went any further, this was territory you were yet to explore.

He got his answer when you pressed back against him causing the tip of his thumb to slip past the rim. A sigh fell from your lips at the sensation, even though it was barely inside you, you were immediately overcome with a sense of fullness.

“Please, ‘Tsumu, more.”

He obliged, easing his thumb in the rest of the way. A growl forced it way out of his throat as both of your holes clenched around him. 

Your jaw went slack as he slowly circled his thumb while his cock massaged your walls. It wasn’t like anything you’d felt before, the fullness made you shiver in delight and when he began to ease his thumb in and out your ass, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you came again.

“Princess, you have no idea how fucking hot you look with me stuffing both of your holes, fuck, I wish you could see how well you were taking me right now.”

You didn’t need to see, you could feel it as you stretched around him, taking everything he could give. That fire in the pit of your stomach was roaring now as he filled you completely.

“I want you to scream for me now, baby girl, then I’ll fill you with so much of my cum that it’s going to be dripping out of you for days.” His words got the reaction he wanted.

At the promise of being filled with cum, you forced your hips back to meet him, thrust for thrust, each one knocked a little more breath out of your lungs. This climax already felt different from the last and as it crept its way to the surface, you weren’t sure you could handle the intensity of it.

“Atsumu, I can’t… It’s too muc- AH!” the hand that had been gripping your hip had found its way back to your hair, pulling your head back so your face was in full view for him to see in the mirror. You watched as thick muscles rolled beneath his skin with his every move, the impact and speed of his cock ploughing into you made your toes curl while your breath caught in your throat.

“Say. My. Name.” Each word ended with a bruising thrust.

“ATSUMU.ATSUMU.ATSUMU, FUCK, ATSUMU,YES, FUCK ME, PLEASE.” you were vaguely aware of the words leaving your mouth as you screamed them, but you had no idea if they were coherent. You didn’t care, your body was being engulfed by the flames of your desire; it burned through you while you watched your face contort in pleasure in your reflection. Sweat coated your forehead as a heavy blush settled across your face, your tongue lolling to the side as your cunt clenched around the cock still burying itself inside your walls.

Atsumu’s movements became sporadic as he watched you watch yourself cum. That, coupled with the said of your screaming his name as he filled your holes, sent him spiralling into his own climax.

Your eyes finally closed in delight as his cock twitched inside you seconds before his warm cum sprayed your insides, coating them in his thick white release.

He kept his grip on your hair as you continued to milk him for everything he had, your pussy beginning to drip as his cum mixed with yours, but he didn’t stop his movements, he wanted to draw it out for as long as he could, though his thrusts were gentle now as he worked your body through the last moments of release.

When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto you, pulling his thumb from your ass before his arms came to rest beneath you, covering your body with his own. 

You bathed in the remnants of your orgasm for a while longer before your mixed release along with some of his spit began to run down your inner thighs. You pressed back against him, indicating that you needed to move.

He pulled back, groans falling from both of your lips as he pulled his limp cock from your abused hole. He couldn’t help but smile as it gaped slightly from how much he’d stretched you, trickles of his cum spilling out. He reached a finger out, gently collecting some on his fingers and pressing it back into you.

You were so sore from how hard he’d fucked you that the lightest touch made you whimper in discomfort as a low ache filled your worn-out body.

“Sorry baby, gotta make sure it doesn’t all go to waste.” 

“S’okay.” you mumbled, your throat raw from overuse. 

When you tried to move, your body gave up on you, leaving you bent over the counter as your legs turned to jelly. Atsumu took pity on you, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it in warm water.

He quickly cleaned you up, carefully not to put too much pressure against the angry marks he’d left on your ass. When he was satisfied, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, setting you down slowly on the plush mattress before getting in beside you. 

Once he was beneath the covers, he pulled your body to his, wrapping you in his strong hold so that you lay on his chest, your head tucked beneath his chin. He placed soft kisses along your forehead while his fingertips ran along the length of your spine, the motion helped your tired muscles to relax, your body melting under his touch.

“I’m sorry…” you trailed off, unsure how to finish your sentence.

“I know. I just lost myself a little when I thought about his hands on you, y/n… I don’t care if I sound like a possessive caveman, you’re mine and I want you to always be mine.” You couldn’t ignore the way his voice cracked a little towards the end as his arm tightened around your waist.

Placing a kiss above where his heart lay in his chest, you smiled as sleep finally pulled you under.

“Always yours, ‘Tsumu…”

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thought i’d include a lil aftercare and i couldn’t stop myself from getting a little sappy at the end lmaoo.

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CHAPTER 6: STAY AWAY FROM ME

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***

San

I end the call before Yaera can say goodbye, swallowing hard as I meet his eyes.

There's a spark of insatiable curiousity in them, I already know I won't be able to escape it. "Was that your girlfriend?" Woo asks, drawling with a wry smile. He's leaned against my door, looking as crooked as ever.

This is not how I intended to spend my weekend.

"She's nobody," I mutter lowly, clearing my throat. "Just...someone from school."

"Ah, Sannie, you're so modest?" Woo gasps dramatically. "You finally brought a girl to your apartment, my older brother is growing up!"

I groan at the back of my throat. I knew at some point her coming around so frequently would put her at risk, but everything was happening so fast. I'm filled with pressure to protect her even though I know I'm contradicting all I told her.

"Did she sleep over?" Woo presses when I fall silent.

My face heats up involuntarily. "It's not like that, man. She's just—"

"It's really weird for a girl to be coming from your apartment before seven in the morning, Sannie. Don't even try to bullshit me," he cracks a grin. "Good for you though, she's pretty."

I don't want her anywhere near the 105ths. I'd learnt too young that nothing is safe from their clutches. There's a fiery pit in my stomach and it's on the verge of bursting. I can only choke out my sentences.

"Don't tell Miss A, alright?" I say tautly. "I-I don't want her to think I'm slacking because of a girl or something."

Woo strolls over to me and grabs my shoulders. His black eyes smile at me. "Relax, bro, you know I'd never do that. I'm happy for you. It's good you're not being an antisocial freak anymore. Now unclench your asshole, you're being so tense."

I sigh and all my tension flows out with it. I'm not completely content, but I know Woo can keep his mouth shut. I just have to hope he never gets tortured or something.

Woo lets out a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. "Plus if you got distracted, I wouldn't even blame you. She's a real masterpiece."

I roll my eyes. "Is there a reason you're here?"

Woo clicks his tongue at me, unimpressed with my bluntness. "Look at this kid. You're such an asshole, I came to check up on you, dickhead. I heard you couldn't sell your Rosies and Miss A told me you were on your way to Dirty Ho. How'd that work out?"

"I was just on my way to explain to her," I say. "That fucker got away. I bet he's on his way to hide out knowing what he has coming."

Woo releases a heavy breath. "I kinda saw that coming. He was always obsessed with money compared to the rest of us. I'll go with you to see boss."

At least I won't be alone. Wooyoung and I have been in the 105ths for the same amount of time. He knows how it feels to fear going up to the boss knowing you didn't succeed. It's not like I could call her either, giving news to Miss A over the phone is asking for a sentence.

The regular meeting place s an autoshop run by Miss A. People say she inherited it from her wealthy husband after she killed him. We usually found her smoking while she observed her mechanics from a sunchair. One wouldn't ever expect a gang boss to have such 'peaceful' hobbies.

She has a cigar in her mouth when Wooyoung and I walk up her driveway, her black, fancy sunglasses being lowered with her index finger as she watches us.

We bow and I immediately get on my knees. She already looks unimpressed. Shit.

"Let me guess? You failed?" She hums.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. He was with a bunch of guys and–"

"Get up from the floor, Lucky. You're not a servant."

My stomach is nervous and I meet her eyes uneasily. "What do you want me to do next?" I ask.

"Well, that rat already knows we're coming. So he'll go into hiding like the coward he is. I want you and Wooyoung to catch him together. Then bring him to the warehouse."

She breathes out a cloud of smoke and takes out her phone, where she shows me an address the GPS map.

"This is a club in Cita county. Its Black Dragon territory. That bastard will be hiding there. Its where he's most protected. You boys can go on a little road trip."

Woo and I nod obediently. "When do you want this done, ma'am?" Woo asks curiously.

"Monday," she answers, then smiles. "Yunho thinks he'll be able to leave this country if things go badly for him, but the quickest broker will only be able to smuggle him in about three days. Two if he's lucky."

Hence Monday. We'll be able to catch him if he tries running.

Wait. Fuck. Monday. My rescheduled chemistry test. I can't miss it again. And Yaera. Oh lord I have another person to worry about.

I want to say something about it but I'm too afraid she'll put her massive cigar into my pancreas. I end up holding in the panic till Woo and I are back at my apartment and I'm panicking my ass off.

"We should take my shotgun and I'll get you outside in my van," Woo tells me as I unlock my door. I pause in my tracks and look at him, trying not to show the chaos wrecking me internally.

"I think you should pull out," I tell him quickly. "I don't need help."

"Like Hell you do!" Woo yells, his voice echoing down the silent hall. I glare at him and drag him inside my apartment, slamming the door behind me.

He matches my glare with an intimidating stare. "Its an order, do you want Yunho's guys to jump you again? Miss A won't be so forgiving next time. She was chill now cause she had something planned. But if we mess this up..."

Woo leaves an ominous silence behind as he drifts off.  I gulp hard, feeling like I'm getting old. I don't know what I'm going to do about Yaera, but I know I have to keep her away.

I walk to my bed, thinking of how it already smells like her after just three days. She has a distinct smell, like every feminine perfume in the mall combined. Somehow she never smells like smoke. It must be to drown it out.

I know she's going to be pissed, I know I implied I'd let her make her own choices and not get in the way, but this time I absolutely would. I know better than anyone how it feels to be under the boot of the 105ths, and if they knew about her, neither of us would breathe under the dirt.

"Monday after school is fine," I give in with a heavy sigh. "Just text me before you get here." I need to make sure Yaera doesn't spotaneously show up to my apartment and catch us leaving. I just know she'd try to join in.

"Sounds good with me," Woo covers his former gray expression with another wide grin. "Don't worry, we won't keep your girlfriend waiting too long if that's what you're worried about."

"She's not my—" I start but then realize it's pointless. In his five years of knowing me Woo has never once seen me with a girl. I had to endure the countless questions of whether I was into men or not, and when I denied it they made me rate random female celebrities. What an annoying fucking time.

I just always found it pointless to engage in crushes or friends. I knew I'd never be able to fully enjoy them like the other kids, why? Because I'm in a gang, plain and simple.

I'm in a gang, a poor, specially-funded student and with no legacy to my name. Those kids are rich, have their futures prepared and their lives set out for them. I never cared about such distinctions until I realized how much other people did.

Not only that, why would I make friends or try to get a girlfriend if I knew I planned on leaving this country. My parents came here for a better life, and I'll be leaving it for the same reason. I want a better life, away from here. In fact, I want to forget the time I spent here entirely.

"Hey, I'm just saying man!" Woo laughs with his hands up in surrender, finding himself far too amusing. "At least I know what your type is now. You should do well, alright? Hold onto her. Keep her safe."

I almost laugh at his unexpectedly sincere words. "You're giving me legit advice?"

Woo chuckles along with me and shoves his hands into his pockets, his lightedheardness slowly dying down. He gives me a deep and earnest gaze, making my own emotions change suddenly.

"I'm serious, Sannie. You know how things are. If you can keep her away from this life, do it. If you can't... don't wait for something bad to happen to let her go."

I frown and look down at my hands. A familiar feeling of guilt and fear creeps into my chest, reminding me just how badly beaten Yaera's face was. I don't know how she can brush over it like it's nothing. But who am I to say anything? Absolutely no one.

And even though I am no one to her, no one besides her partner in crime, the thought of her dying because of this or even suffering in the slightest terrifies me. Because no one should be forced to resort to this. Not even her.

***

Yaera

"I knew you'd be late, which is why we gave you the wrong time," my mother immediately barks at me when I enter my house. She's so livid she barely notices the giant elephant of a bruise in the room.

"Come on, go put on some decent clothes because we have to be at the studio in an hour. Hurry up!" She shoves me by the shoulders towards the staircase, and I'm nearly all the way up until I hear my father call my name.

"Yaera! Stop," he orders, pausing at the bottom. He stands like that one awkward man emoji, his face scrunched up as he stares at me.

Oh here we go.

"What happened to your face?" He raises his voice. "Come down here immediately."

"What happened to her face?" My mother teleports next to him, taking her offensive stance. I groan on the inside and hesitantly descend down the steps.

"It's nothing," I say nonchalantly. My mother gasps when I am near enough, and she forcibly grabs my face to inspect it. "Ow!" I whine. She is too stunned to speak.

"This is nothing?" Her voice cracks in disbelief. "Hey! You have a shoot today and you ruin your face like this? Is this your way of rebelling again?!"

"No!" I cry out, moving away from her. I'm already feeling cornered and we haven't even left yet. "I fell into the bus door, okay? It's no big deal. Make up can fix this."

"Damn you!" My mother bursts out and pushes me again. I nearly fall onto my ass but manage to grab the railing in time. Her coffee eyes are boiling. "You really know how to embarrass your family, ya? Just go fix yourself."

My father shakes his head at me and walks away. I trudge up to my room, wishing I was at San's place again. It doesn't matter how much he screams at me. The way my mood diminishes when I get home is too drastic compared to when I'm around him. It's devastating.

I put on something average, keeping the good outfit I wanted to wear for my cafe date with San later. Did I say date? Why yes I did. San's going on a date with me even if he isn't aware of it.

Business partners always go on dates, don't they?

The smile that spreads on my face at the thought of it diminishes rapidly as the hotel we're shooting at approaches in my view. The limousine ride was deathly quiet, my repressed breaths the only thing that clogged the air. I'm barely holding it together because I know what's to come.

It was so good to be free of this for a while. But the familiar feeling of wanting to explode my entire stomach is slowly entombing me again.

The driver opens up my door and takes my hand as I get out. I look up at the stunning romanesque style building and release a tight breath. My parents are already marching into it, leaving me to follow like a lost puppy.

"You better apologize to Santo for damaging your face on this day," my mother bites at me as we walk down into a lift. "He has been wanting to do this concept with you for a while and it's like you don't care at all."

I bite my tongue as my face starts to prick with anger. I really wish I could relinquish my family name and fall off the face of the earth at this point.

"Don't ignore me when I speak!" My mother bites through her teeth. I force my face to turn to her without losing control of my mouth.

Her eyes are demanding and callous. "Don't ruin this day. You do what he expects of you, alright? If you make one scene today, I will take you out of school."

"What?" I say, stammering. "Y-You'll take me out of school?"

"Your marks are awful anyway, what good can you become?" She sneers at me. "We are your only chance at a respectable future, or else you might as well be a packer at a supermarket."

I blink, horrified at what I'm hearing. If I get taken out of school, I won't graduate. I won't be able to go to university in Italy, sure I don't know what I want to be at all, but I can't do high school over again.

And the worst part is, I won't see San again.

The lift door opens as I stare blankly at her, the both of them walking out down the hall. I follow them and try to swallow the expression on my face when they stop infront of a door.

Three knocks. It opens and he's on the other side.

"Santo!" My mother's overzealously greets. Their ritual of exaggerated enthusiam ensues and my chest starts burning.

His eyes land on me. I want to throw myself through the window. "Tesoro, I am so glad you made it... but what happened to your face?"

His hand reaches out to graze my sore cheek and I move away from him like he's a leper. My mother shoots me a hard glare and I gulp hard. Fuck, I can't mess up but he makes me sick.

"I-I fell out of the bus," I say with difficulty, hardly meeting his gaze. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"I am sorry to hear that, tesoro," Santo apologizes with false sympathy. "It is no problem, in fact, I think it's perfect for our concept."

My father laughs, utterly confused. "Really?" He asks, not really believing it.

Santo smiles wolfishly. "Of course, I wanted to surprise you. The concept will be femme fatale. Your eyes will pop out once you see how well it goes with your new line. Come inside, mi famiglia."

The interior of the room is a knockoff from the Versailles palace. It's stunning, and the room is full of staff, from photographers to servants and more. A model lies on the couch in a black corset and ruby lipstick, her blonde wavy bob and popping blue eyes making her look like the ideal Bond girl.

She's even holding a knife to her own head, like a twisted damsel in distress. Camera flashes go off and everyone stares in awe.

"It may not seem like much now, but wait for Marco's gala," Santo tells my parents with a smirk. "Your mind will be blown."

"Agh, of course you don't even have to say that Santo," my mother cooes. God, get some self respect. "You know we believe you."

"That's perfect," he chuckles and turns to me. "You may go to the dressing room. Your stylist is waiting for you, tesoro. It will be your turn soon."

"Where is the dressing room?" I try not to sound annoyed but why the hell would I even know where that is? Cazzo, this moron.

"Ah yes, Soledad!" He shouts suddenly, and a short latina woman runs out from behind a wall. She nearly trips over her feet and stands infront of Santo like a soldier.

"Yes sir?" She obediently says. Santo gestures to me.

"This is Yaera Marino, the daughter of the owners of Venus. You will be her stylist from now on," he shoots a filthy smile at me. "She's come out of retirement, make her beautiful, won't you? But don't cover up her bruise. It will be useful in the shoot, instead...make it shine."

"Understandable, sir," she bows her head slightly and beckons me with a wave of her hand. "Please follow me, Miss Marino."

Soledad leads me to a room. I'm about to sulk until I see five heads turn to me simultaneously as I enter. Excited squeals break into the ailr and nearly my ears too.

"Look who it is!"

"This bitch who disappeared!"

"Wow, you're so skinny!"

"What happened to your face!"

A smile hangs on my lips as I stare my only friends in the face. The very models I'll deal drugs to.

***

"Long time no see, yeah?" I smirk at them. One by one they all get up from their seats, against the wishes of their stylists and come up to hug me. All I feel are boobs and naked arms giving me the warmest feeling I felt since meeting San.

"Damn, you got into trouble again, didn't you?" Irina, one of the Spanish models asks me playfully. She touches my cheek lightly and I hiss and push her hand away.

"Hey, if it looks sore, why would you touch it?" I scold her. "Gosh, you're all older than me but still no common sense."

"Ohhh, we did not miss you bitch," another model, carrot-haired Serbian Anja says, letting out an ugly laugh.

"Except you did," I throw back with a smirk.

Claire, a Maltese model steps up, her boobs barely breathing in a red piece of Teddy lingerie. "Where have you been, Yae? It's been so long!"

"She's been learning her timestable," Anja says and everyone chuckles.

"Not that young," I remind her. "Only three younger than you."

"So calculus, not your timestable then," Irina chimes in with a grin. "We missed you, bitch. You look great."

"Except for that bruise..." Claire mutters with a frown. "How did that happen?"

"It's a prop, don't worry," I wave off. I'm about to say more when Soledad tugs on my arm like a kid at a candy store.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Marino, but it is very important to finish up before you are called up," she tells me.

"Don't worry, I was just catching up with my friends," I tell her and turn to them. "Before this ends, we should catch up. We've got tons to talk about."

"Of course!" Anja excitedly says. She's jittery and full of life again so I'm guessing the drugs are working for her. In that case, her life is about to get a whole lot better.

Now I can't say for sure why they're into narcotics. My guess is that it started with my parents. They're smart, and they're also capitalists who exploit labour whenever they can.

All the models under Venus are foreign and underpaid, making just enough to stay afloat while constantly moving to hostels instead of their own private property. My parents have a category, make sure they're from outside of the country, promise them glamour with a modelling contract and then pay them pennies and make it out to be Kendall Jenner's salary.

... While simultaneously destroying both their mental and physical health.

Aren't my parents just the best? It's a pity no one puts them in their place. I would, if I had half the brain to do it. But I'm self aware and know I'm not smart enough for that.

So my best bet is to make a getaway. I deeply wish the same for these girls because I know they've been here as young as seventeen.

"Yusra! You're up!" Someone peeks their head into the dressing room and calls. Yusra, a Kenyan model leaps up from her seat in a red baby doll piece, with a dagger strapped to her thigh. Geez, it looks like they're going over the top for this.

Soledad gives me a pale pink piece to put on. It's a corset, and looks too racy. But what can I complain about? I'm not a minor anymore.

There are days I wonder how my sister could deal with this. She seemed so genuinely okay with showing her body like this, and while showing your body is nothing to be ashamed of... isn't your permission the most important of it. Shouldn't you want to?

"I'm going to give you 1940s side curls," Soledad tells me when I'm done dressing. She puts the straightener on my hair and I can feel it fry. Another woman starts doing my makeup and she gives me a fake mole with eyeliner.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look like someone out of a noir film. With deep red lipstick and sharp eyeliner, one would call me a villain.

"You really look so hot, Yae," Claire sighs dreamily and shakes her head. "When are you getting a boyfriend? It's about time, don't you think?"

"Look at her, if she is still single it is because of her personality," Anja jokes harshly.

I roll my eyes at them. Fuck, they're right.

"Or MAYBE I'm just saving myself for the right one," I hiss at them. Anja bursts out laughing and her properly laid hair nearly pulls out of place.

"There is no right one, Yaera," Irina says with a wry smile, leaning against the wall with her shoulder. "They're always just some guy."

"I actually met someone," I blurt out. I don't know why, I don't want them to know at all. But I feel the uncontrollable urge to bring him up. This must be what a decent crush feels like. Wanting to talk about them 24/7.

My sister would have been the perfect person to talk about this with. Thinking of her randomly fills me with a distant longing that I immediately cover up with a smug look.

Their eyes all go wide. "What?" Anja gasps dramatically. "You actually met someone?"

"Yes," I brag. "And he's hot and smart."

"You say you met someone, has he met you?" Irina asks me with narrowed eyes. "We both know those things aren't the same. You have a little... issue."

"I'm not a stalker and yes he knows who I am!" I defend, feeling offended. I quickly go back to bragging though. "Who knows, maybe you'll see him at Marco's gala as my date."

"Oh, we need to see this guy now!" Anja laughs like a hyena again. "I swear if he looks like John Lennon. We always said you looked like you'd be into that."

"How dare you..." I rise up from my chair, startling Soledad and making her jump back. I'm about to go to war and defend my taste in men when that annoying voice enters the room again.

"Yaera! You're up!"

Oh. I malfunction for a few seconds before willing my feet to walk forward. Irina tugs on my arm before I'm out of the door, winking at me.

"You'll do great. Let's talk later, yeah?"

Of course, can't forget the main objective of today.

I strut out onto the set and nausea settles in my stomach. My chest starts burning up and it feels like I'm aware of every hair on my body. Needles and pins prick throughout my system. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't feel so ill infront of a camera and yet I do.

It gets even worse when he looks at me.

"Stunning!" He calls out to me pridefully. "You're a doll, tesoro."

"Go stand by the window," Santo directs me to a vintage-styled window. It's casement and frame is painted gold and looks out to the green lawn of the hotel.

"Sit on the windowsill and look out hauntingly. Make sure to show your bruise sensually. Pop open your legs. Where's the gun? Someone bring her the gun!"

I freeze on the spot as someone runs and puts the sleek fake pistol into my hands. My mother and father stand on the side as I stare at it dumbfound, my stomach churning even more.

"Listen to what Mr Falcone told you, Yaera," my mother sings, a venomous tone under her reminder. I forcefully sit down and get into position.

My skin heats up even more as I open my legs. Why the fuck do I have to do this. It's so gross. Why me? Why can't they just stick to the models they have? They don't even pay me.

"Hold the gun up like this," he starts to mimic the action of someone blowing out the smoke of a gun that just fired off. My hand shakes as I lift the weapon to my lips, pursing them like I would whistle.

"Perfecto!" He exclaims and starts clapping. The lights of the camera starts flashing as I'm told over and over again to switch poses. Each one more provocative than the last. Soon I'm wrapping my body in the curtain and lying on the couch as well.

The rotations take hours. The outfit changes, style consultations. Half the day goes by and my the end of my role I'm starving and unable to leave. My parents allow me to be free for the day because I've been so well behaved in the eyes of Santo, so that's their way of treating me I guess.

I nearly doze off in the bathroom waiting on everything to pack up. My hands are shaking, my stomach keeps grumbling and I wish I had a cigarette on me.

I feel tempted to call San. I want to know if he's okay after that guy came into his building, but I don't know if I should. I settle on texting him.

Me: Hey... can we talk about that guy who came up into your apartment? Do you know him?

San opens the message. I visualize him reading it, his princely face funnily scrunched up in annoyance seeing its from me. I'd be offended if guys who hate me weren't exactly my type.

Sannie~: He's someone from the gang. He just came to bring news. Don't worry about it.

Me: News? What news?

Sannie~: I'll tell you when we see each other.

I didn't think I'd be even more eager to see him now. He sounds calm, but I'll never know because San never uses emojis. He's just that kind of guy.

My thoughts of him are interrupted when I hear voices in the bathroom.

l"If that bitch talks about my arms one more time I swear I'm gonna wring her neck," the spite belongs to none other than Anja.

"She's all talk with those rabbit ears of hers. I'm sick of Mr Falcone calling her a fucking ace. Ace of what?" Claire scoffs.

"You girls need to calm down. Don't worry about that pendejo and let's just unwind."

Irina's voice is the calmest, coolest of them all. I stay quiet as a mouse and let them do their thing, hearing as something smooth slides across the marble countertop of the sink and the sound of snorting. This is my moment.

I take San's pills out of my pocket and clutch it in my one hand while I pop open the stall door with the other. They jump in their skin, letting out small shrieks. They breathe out heavily when they see its only me, and I burst into chuckles, lifting my hands in surrender.

"It's only me, don't worry," I say. Just as I thought, messy white lines were on the counter and a card was in Irina's hand.

Anja pushes me by the shoulder and groans. "Bitch, you're so sneaky! Why didn't you say you were in here!"

I laugh and shrug. "I just wanted to scare you guys a little. I see you're doing your rounds."

"You can join us if you want, you look like you need to unwind," Irina offers so politely one would think she's inviting me to have water with her. But no, it's only cocaine.

"I'm more of a Malboro Vintage girl. You go ahead and enjoy yourselves," I kindly decline. Anja shrugs and drags her nose across the top and nearly moans when she's done.

"You're seriously so pretty, Yaera," Claire mutters wistfully at me. "Are you working out more? You've lost a lot of weight."

"Yeah... what's your secret?" Irina drawls, scanning me with her pale blue eyes. I'm suddenly under a magnifying glass. What I can only describe as a lightbulb moment occurs to me right then.

"Anxiety," I joke without really joking. I slowly lift the pink pills in its tiny ziplock bag and shake it infront of them. "But if you must know....I've got these stress relievers."

"Stress relievers?" Anja repeats, all of them are intrigued like dogs who were just shown a bone.

"Yup. Rosie Posies. It helps me kick back, but its also good for weight loss and... other things."

"I could use a stress reliever," Irina notes, eyeing the bag intently.

"Oh you guys wanna try? No problem," I hand them each one. I'm not even sure how much they're supposed to take. "First times free."

"Huh? What are you dealing them out?" Claire gasps.

I shrug. What does she think everything in life is free? "Well they are very valuable. If you like them I can get you more, but they come at a reasonable price is all I'm saying."

"Hey, we've known you for four years now how can you charge us?" Anja clicks her tongue in disappointment.

I force a laugh. These cheapskates. But I don't blame them, it's just that I know they are not getting cocaine for free either.

"Well you are models. And albeit being underpaid, you are in fact still getting paid. I don't get paid at all," I explain. "And I need money too. I buy expensive cigarettes and I like food."

"You know what, that's fair," Claire says. I love her, she's always so understanding and she never puts up a fight. Unless you have rabbit ears apparently.

"Mmm... how much do you want for them then?" Irina questions.

"You know what? See if you like them first. See how it makes you feel, if you like what you feel, then you can give me a call."

"Look at you, acting all businessy," Anja chuckles, her laugh so bubbly I can tell the powder is working on her again. "They don't teach you this in school I swear."

"Indeed they do not," Irina adds with a small giggle. "You've got a deal, Yae."

"I think its needless to say this is just between us, right?" I smile at them.

"Of course. It's our little secret," Irina mirrors my smile, though hers is mildly threatening.

This honestly can't go wrong for me. No matter what. As much as I hate to say it, my parents are too obsessive about me. They would never let a drug abuse scandal ruin my life, in fact they'd try to bury it as quickly as possible with lawyers and other connections. I know I'm safe. I've got nothing to lose.

Anja, Claire and Irina need this job more than I do. And as much as I love them and consider them friends, I hope I never get to a point where I'm holding anything against them. I know I wouldn't be able to hold back.

They promise me to take the pills once they get off their high and we end up talking more until they end up leaving before they get too crazy. I can hear Anja laughing till on the way out and I smile at my reflection in the mirror, pleased with myself. I can say today went well.

Now to make up for everything I had to endure, I'll be seeing San. I try to fix my hair in the mirror before I'm on my way out. The door creaks open and a fiend slips his way in.

I move back as he slowly advances me, smiling at me hauntingly. Oh fuck, is this seriously happening to me now?

"You can't be in here," I tell him, my voice stammering.

"I was waiting to see you all day, tesoro. And now you chase me away? Don't you think that hurts?" Santo asks me, holding his hand over his heart.

He takes a step closer and I immediately take a step back. I feel so frozen, I spent years training for a moment like this, I spent years trying to defend myself, and now that I need to wake up, it feels like all my nerves are numb.

This is terrifying.

"I've missed you so much," he drawls, looking at me with wolfish eyes. "Why didn't you visit Milan when your parents did?"

To not see you. I avoided seeing my family that I love and miss to not run into you. I miss my Nonna, but I stayed away because you were in the same fucking city.

I want to say that, but I don't. All I can do is choke out simple words.

"Please don't do this again this year," I stiffly beg. "You need to find someone your own age Santo. I'm...I'm not the one."

Santo cocks his head to the side and smirks. "And who told you that? Who said you're not perfect for me?"

"I don't fucking want you," I hiss suddenly. His eyes widen slightly, more out of sick arousal instead of offense.

He advances on me and I blink, finding myself pressed against a stall. I whimper and try to wriggle out of his grip, but my arms are pinned to the side. Oh my God, I'm going to be sick.

"But I want you, and you know that. So why don't you stop playing games," he whispers dangerously close to my ear. I shiver and my nausea keeps tugging my stomach.

"I'm your only chance at a respectable man. Your parents already love me. So why don't you accept the love I have for you? You'll never find anyone like me, tesoro."

"I fucking hope so," I say in a whisper, pinching my eyes closed. He moves his face infront of mine, hovering his lips over mine. I whine and wriggle, but he isn't fazed by my struggling.

"You're a big girl now, right?" He asks lowly. "I think it's time you feel like a woman."

My blood goes ice cold. What the fuck is he implying.

"W-What do you mean?" I croak.

Santo lets go of my arms, taking a step back. I immediately fly out of the door, but I don't miss his words on the way out. It leaves me feeling sick and all I want to do is fade into nothing.

"See you at the gala, tesoro."

[nevenabadr]

It's a Twin Thing: Part 1. Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Note: English is not my first language or Romanian. Also, this was written in a hurry as I was babysitting.

Y/A: your name

The story is in second-person, thus, the reader is the main character.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

My Sebastian Stan’s fan chats on WhatsApp; we support Supernatural too, that’s why the Winchester are mentioned.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: Smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback, please. 🖤…

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It was a hot summer's day when you came home early to surprise your boyfriend, who is finally off from his duties as an actor and having a little time off for a holiday. You and Sebbie, your boyfriend of a year, now decided to stay in New York, as he missed being in his favourite place on earth.

You were early, holding lots of bags that were blocking your sight to the door. All worth it, because you will be able to cook him a homemade meal and show him that new lingerie you have got. If he forgot, you will remind him where home is.

You put everything down and took off your shoes; you started unbuttoning your blouse and taking off your pants. You were eager to take a shower and start cook for him.

You opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there fixing his hair in front of the mirror, yet he turned to face you. Before he spills a word.

You muttered, "Hey, I did not know you will be early."

You narrowed the gap between the two of you and taking his lips to meet yours in an intense kiss.

You missed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, making the kiss sensual and he had no problem putting his hands on the curves of your waist pulling you closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, you took a moment to look into his eyes “Bebelus, there is something different about you."

He was blushing and puzzled "Yes!" He sighed, "you have mistaken me for Seabase, did not you."

You jumped a step forward in panic "James? Oh, my God! I am so sorry."

You were trying to cover your body and confusion took over you.

"But you kissed me back." You were angry that almost slapped him, but he dodged your hand.

"Easy doll, I am sorry?" He came off guilty.

"I heard things about you. I did not know you would be your e." You spoke while your eyes gazed upon the floor.

"My plane arrived this morning. I am so sorry that Seabass did not tell you." He kept fixing his hair, which is identical to Sebastian.

"We got on the wrong foot your e, but can you please give me a moment?" You pointed at your body as you were wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Oh! I will be outside." He shut the door behind him as he left.

You turned on the water and let it run, washing away your impressment.

James is Sebastian's identical twin. James Buchanan Barns and Sebastian Stan Barnes. Stan was Sebastian's middle name, something related to his mother's Romanian roots.

James has a military classified job, while his brother made a career for himself in acting.

Not even their mother could tell them apart, except that Sebastian is a dork and James, as they call him Bucky, is an easy-going ladies-man.

When you finished showing and dressing up. The sound from the kitchen seemed as if your boyfriend was having a loud conversation with himself.

They even sound identical, you thought to yourself, gathered your strength and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey, guys," you waved for both of them.

"Oh, baby! Bucky told me about the incident" the twin with jogging clothes came and wrapped his arms around you.

You almost stopped him "Sebbie, baby, is that you?"

Yes, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"I am so sorry, that I forgot to mention that Bucky was coming." He soothed you with another sweet kiss.

"We were not introduced properly," Bucky said playfully

"This is Y/A, my girlfriend and lady of the house." He said, then pointed at Bucky, "this is the famous, James Buchanan, Bucky, my mysterious brother."

"Seabase told poems of you. I am sorry that we have that incident," he implied the earlier kiss.

"No, worries" you am smiled and extend a hand "Welcome to our home, Bucky" he took your hand and smiled calmly.

At the dinner table, Sebastian and Bucky were laughing and catching up. You were calm and just appreciating the home-cooked dinner by Bucky.

"You are talented at cooking." You were enjoying the cuisine.

"I, the chief, and Seabase were the tidy one." He looked at his brother, "we are a team of cooking and cleaning."

Except that, I don't cook," Sebastian said joked

“Bucky, you know it is today?” Sebastien was busy eating.

Bucky was stunned “a family and friends gathering!” “You are going to see the gang.” Sebastien was rather excited about this more than anything you have seen before.

Georgeta Orlovschi, or as her official name now, Georgetta Stan was a lovely woman, a Romanian immigrant who fell in love with an American to a marriage that brought the best thing in her to the world, the twins; James and Sebastian.

As a violinist and part of the New York Opera House, she met their father, Mr William Barnes, a well-known handsome conductor who made her world perfect.

The world was perfect until she had to change diapers and stay up with William by her side.

William was of a well-known wealthy family, but Mrs Barnes was an Eastern European woman. She wanted to have deities by herself and not to have servants to do all the work.

Her friend Mary Winchester, the wife of William's closest friend, John — was the nicest woman you can meet, a Taxes woman. Mary was like Mrs Barnes. She did not like servants to do the job; she took upon duties of her firstborn, Dean, and later she had Sam, a few years before the Twins.

The boys grow up together.

Dean took the eldest brother's duties to the bone. Even when the new kid, Steve Rogers, became best friends with Bucky; he took him under his wing.

The gang, no one could touch his brother or their friends.

Soon after they entered Middle School and Dean was a senior, Steve got into a fight. Dean came close to the boys to find Bucky just leaving his book aside and taking the ground by his friend.

Sebastian was the one in front of both. No one hurt Steve.

Sam hurried to Dean for safety. Dean arrived and tried to calm everyone down "Steve said he was sorry." He smirked at the boy, who was angry and demanded to bully Steve.

While Sebastian and Sam were trying to hold Steve back, "I can do this all day."

Bucky did not give anyone else a chance to speak as he bunched the bully right in the nose, which got everyone in trouble, which Dean wanted to take the responsibility for. Detention and forever to be recorded in his file.

Dean Winchester did not care for his record, just the young boys to be well.

But finally, the boys came clean to their father; Bucky was homeschooled for the rest of the year and Sebastian refused to go back to school until his brother joined him back.

They were all a mischievous gang with Dean Winchester as the head.

Days passed, and each got into their ways; Dean with Harvard school as his father pulled a connection to forget the file problem. Dean was already qualified enough.

Sam went to Stanford, Bucky and Steve picked a military life, and Sebastian was all about acting.

It was his first time alone overseas, the Shakespeare's Globe yet had another surprise for him, a friend; Anthony Mackie, an American talent who became Sebastian's best friend.

The gang was getting bigger and louder.

Mrs Barnes had the entire gang and their families for a gathering. James, Bucky, as he liked to be called, is finally back after an entire year in God-knows-what military work.

After dinner, the gang was laughing and drinking.

Dean smirked at Sebastian "You got a good girl over here."

"A great kisser too." Bucky teased.

"What do you have in mind, Dean?" Sam teased Dean because he knows what he will spill next.

"You gotta do the twin thing." Dean raised his bottle of beer.

Steve's eyes widened "what twin thing, exactly"

"My man, Dean wants Seabase to go wild." Anthony laughed at the idea.

Dean explained, "a sandwich with her in the middle and the outer layers are twins."

Sam tried to elaborate "if the middle was a girl unless other preferences and so."

Steve was blushing at the idea while Bucky and Sebastian were looking at each other.

"Don't scrunch your nose" Sebastian looked at Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head and give him the puppy eyes "adventures, please."

Then Dean joined him for bagging "please."

"Alright, Alright." Sebastian took a sip of his beer "only with consent.

At that moment Anthony gives Dean ten "You won."

Steve was just irritated at the idea and he kept eyeing his bottle "I can't believe you, guys"

"Dean always wins," Sam shrugged.

You were heading closer to the boys, who were laughing.

"Are not we going home?" You asked Sebastian.

"Yes, babe."

He excused the gang and Bucky followed with the boys waving and clapping.

"They seem happy and excited. Are not they." You waved at them while speaking to Sebastian, but the reply came from Bucky "they should be. And hopefully, will be,"

Back in the car, Sebastian hesitated, but he told you why they were laughing.

“Dean wants you to try what?” You were completely shocked.

“The twin-thing.” Bucky sounded excited.

Sebastian took your hand in his, “baby, it’s a silly boys’ bet.”

You looked at him, “are you going to let Dean win?” and you smirked.

Bucky explained the rules. It has to be a sex sandwich with both of them, but no sex while they are in their mum's house.

“God only knows how she might react to this.” Sebastiana sighed.

Bucky laughed and explained, “an eastern European woman, she might get them a priest to perform an exorcism on us.”

“Or sanctify the house.” Sebastien completed his twin’s explanation.

They agreed Bucky will stay at Sebastian’s house for the night until they plan the twins’ thing.

The next morning, after you all had eaten breakfast together, you were cleaning the table. You will keep bumping into Bucky.

His torso to your back, kissing the exposed parts of your skin. You titled your head on your back to give him room.

His hands will travel under your clothes. His girl was wearing nothing but your skill PJ of pair of shorts and a top.

Dean's words have got straight to Bucky’s head, that he has been imagining having the twin-thing with his brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky reached the kitchen, and he almost dropped the plates.

His brother was kissing Y/N, who closed his eyes completely as Sebastian was squeezing your butt with a hand and they together are caressing your nipple about the silk.

You moaned; Bucky felt himself getting hard.

Yet, you felt Sebastian's hard length against your butt. You turned to kiss him with parted lips, looking to consume him.

Their tongue met and the sounds of their kissing made Bucky, who was at the edge and impulsively tried to hide his aroused length.

Sebastian opened his eyes as he parted from the kiss. Y/A twirled to meet Bucky's eyes and peeking at his lower body.

"Poor Bucky." You stepped closer to him, you kissed him first, yet he opened his eyes, waiting for Sebastian's approval, who gave him a wave to go ahead.

You kissed Bucky and slides your hand to stock his length above the sweat pants he was wearing.

Bucky moaned against your lips and wrapped his arms around you for a moment to deepen the kiss.

At that same time, Sebastian paced to lay kisses on your shoulder and squeeze your butt.

You started moaning, parted from Bucky, to meet Sebastian at a kiss

"Better take it to the bedroom." You said in between your moaning and breath.

You walked with the twin brothers to the bedroom, yet could not take off their hands off your body.

In the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down your shorts, and Bucky took off your top.

"Bucky, you are beautiful, Y/A," he said as he keeps kissing the soft spot under your ears and lowers down your breast.

"You better underdress to boys," you ordered and both of them took off their clothes at once.

Before starting anything, Bucky looked at Sebastien, who understood his brother immediately.

“Second drawer in the nightstand near his bed.” Sebastian pointed to Bucky, who was full of condoms, lubricant, and some toys.

You twirled around Bucky for a moment "nothing I have not seen before" you

Ran your fingers on his skin till touching his length and teasing his slit that was dripping pre-cum.

Yet, before Bucky put the condom on his length, you got down and tasted him, “tasty,” you whipped your lips and helped him to wear the condom

Then moved to Sebastian and kissed him "oh, that chest is getting rough again." You kissed his lips and lower to his jaw and neck.

Then you winked at Sebastian playfully to drop on four to take his full length between your lips.

You sucked him slowly. Bucky was watching your butt against him and your inviting lady delicate area was pumping with a need that he could not keep himself from entering you all at once.

You clenched him inside you, milking him and you were bobbing your head, milking Sebastian with your mouth as squeezing his balls.

Sebastian gripped your hair and Bucky put his hands on your hips, entering you, as you were getting tighter and closer.

"I am closed," Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed him whole.

On the other hand, Bucky was close, Sebastian took a step back to let you rest on four, you were moaning and Bucky banging himself harder against you. The voice of their skin clashing and moaning were loud that the rest Sebastian was getting harder again.

Bucky wanted you closer to him, he pulled you up and rested your head on his chest and squeezed your breasts "cum for me now doll," he ordered as biting the side of your neck and squeezing your breasts and you were so tight that Sebastian came close and stocked your clitoris to give you more pleasure. You were standing between the skin of the two brothers.

With almost shut eyes, looking at Sebastian who was stocking your clitoris, then he kissed you down till his tongue reached your soft part. After two strokes with his tongue on your clitoris. You were so tight around Bucky that he could not see in front of him as he cum hard at the same time you felt the shaking electric power of your orgasm.

You were about to collapse that Sebastian carried you to the bed. You laid together between the two brothers.

"That was wow," Bucky muttered breathlessly.

Sebastian asserted playfully, "round two"

"Maybe later tonight?" You rolled and kissed Sebastian.

The three of you were laughing and Bucky closed his eyes to rest.

You put a leg on Sebastian's tights, getting closer to his body, feeling Bucky's chest hugging you from behind.

The head of their bodies calmed that the three of you slept in harmony.

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[forever-rogue]

Could you do a Javier peña x female reader where javi gets naughty and teases her in public but she gets her revenge at home that night by putting on a show and saying “only good boys get to touch”?? Thank you, your writing is so good!

One way or another, this ended in sin. Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

Javier Masterlist

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"Stop," you hissed through gritted teeth as Javier toyed with the hem of your dress. It was already tight, purposely chosen to give him an eye full, but not enough to cause him to touch. You, Javier, and Steve were currently out at dinner, talking it up with a bunch of big wigs from the Colombian government. Not exactly a place for him to be making a scene, "Javier."

"You say you don't enjoy this," he pretended he dropped something and leaned down, whispering so only you could hear, "then why are you so wet?"

He straightened back up, but kept his hand on your thigh as he pushed your damp panties to the side and ran a finger through your soaked folds. Bastard. 

Instinctively you tried to close your legs, but Javier was faster and able to keep his hand between your legs. He was practically fucking smirking at your vain attempts to pull away. 

"Stop this, now," you insisted, almost banging your fist on the table as he circled over your clit with his thumb. He was enjoying this far too much, somehow managing to keep a conversation going without so much as missing a beat as you struggled to keep from moaning.

"Everything alright?" he feigned innocence as he turned to you when everyone noticed your lapse in conversation. It took everything in your power to nod and smile politely as if your secret, but not so secret, boyfriend wasn’t about to fingering you, "you look a little flushed."

"Nooope," you managed to squeak out as he curled his fingers just right and hit your sweet spot, "just fiiiine."

"Hmm," he mused before shrugging his shoulders and getting back to his own conversation. You were so wet you could practically feel your arousal dripping down your leg as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The sound was disgustingly obscene, so wet and filthy, you were surprised no one else could hear it. 

But then, as you edged closer and closer to your blissful release, Javier pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and discreetly sucking them clean as if he had gotten food on them. 

Your mouth dropped as you watched him with an incredulous expression. He pretended he didn't notice at first before turning back to grin as you downed the rest of your wine.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you narrowed your eyes at him, cursing him for being such a bastard, "you're going to pull that little stunt and then not even let me finish?!"

"You were getting a little loud," he said casually, sipping on his drink as he waved at a couple of people he recognized at another table, "I didn't want you to be embarrassed or cause a scene, baby. You’re normally such a good girl, what happened?”

“Javier Peña,” you huffed at him as he just continued to have the most saccharine look on his face, “I hate you. We’re done. I never want to see you again!”

Grabbing your purse, you stood up, ready to make up some sort of bullshit excuse about you just remembered a prior engagement. Anything to get out of there and finish what Javi had started. He caught your wrist and looked at you with the softest, big, brown puppy dog eyes before pouting, “you don’t mean that.”

“Yeah...well...right now I do,” you hissed at him before pulling out of his grasp and offering a good evening to the rest of the table, without so much as even offering him another glance. It hadn’t taken more than a few moments to come up with your little plan to get back at Javi; you knew him like a book, and for once you were going to be a few steps ahead. 

You could practically feel his eyes glued to your backside as you left the restaurant, a smirk spreading on your face as you picked up your coat at the check. 

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It wasn’t much later before you heard Javi’s keys in the lock as he returned to his apartment. You were lying in his bed, dressed in the newest bit of lingerie you’d stashed in one of his drawers for an occasion just like this. You were sipping on some champagne as you laid there, attempting to look as innocent as possible. 

“Baby? I thought you were mad and didn’t want to see me again,” he called out as he spied the light on his room, slowly making his way down the hall. You prepared yourself, reminding yourself that he deserved retribution for earlier and you would make him suffer. His tie was already loosened and half off as he came into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening as he drank in the sight of you, “fuck.”

“Hi Javi,” you offered him a sweet little smile as you batted your lashes at him, “didn’t take long for you to come. I thought you were having oh so much fun with the guys?”

“Fuck them,” he tossed his tie onto the floor, already starting to unbutton his shirt, the growing bulge in his pants visible, “new set?”

“Mhmm...bought it just for you, Javi,” you touched over the barely there lace that covered your breasts, watching as he visibility swallowed the lump in his throat. His shirt was off in mere seconds before he reached for his waistband, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t be in here looking like that, and not expect me to want to fu-”

“Only good boys get to touch,” you leaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, holding up a finger and stopping him. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you in disbelief, “what, baby? Did you think I would let you touch me or fuck me after that little stunt you pulled? Mhmm...I don’t think so.”

“You’ve got to be...kidding me,” his eyes were almost black with lust as you just nodded sweetly before laying back against his soft blankets and pillows. His cock twitched in his trousers as he felt like a little piece of his soul was dying then and there. This was practically torture - if not worse, “what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, yeah, hmmm...looks painful,” you mused as he sighed, “well, I can tell you exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to sit in that chair and watch me touch myself. You don’t get to touch yourself either.”

“Shit,” he groaned, but as soon as he noticed the fierce, predatory look in your eyes, he decided not to argue and sat down, “you’re a tease.”

“Me?” you propped yourself against the pillows, “what about you? You edged me and left me practically dripping.”

Before he could protest, you touched your breast, squeezing it through the fabric and causing your nipple to peak before doing the same thing to the other. It was easy to get lost in the motions, letting a few moans spill from your mouth as you imagined it was his hand or mouth on you. He watched you eagerly, seemingly not blinking or breathing as he watched you play with your breasts. 

“Javi,” his name practically rolled off your tongue like a reverent prayer. Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of your bra and let it slowly fall down your arms before tossing it to join Javi's tie. Stretching, you made sure he got a good view of your chest and before gliding your hand down to your body and to your mound. 

"Shit...baby," you could see that he was straining against his trousers, "please let me touch you…"

"No," you purred as you touched yourself over the lacy panties, feeling how soaked they already were. The mere thought of having this much power over him was...sexy. You teased yourself over the fabric for a few moments, making all the lewd noises possible, "Javi...fuck, I'm so wet. All for you. Want to see, baby boy?"

"Hermosa…"

"Mhmmm," you slipped a hand inside your panties and circled over your swollen clit. You were already so wet, that it was practically threatening to drip down your thigh. Combined with your arousal and would be orgasm from earlier, you were almost at your peak again.Glancing up, you could see that he was practically craning his neck to get a better look. Deciding to egg him on, you threw your head back as you added another finger and dragged it through your soaked folds  "oh Javi."

“Shit,” his hands were on the arm rests of the chair, as for once he listened to you and refrained from touching himself. His grip was so tight that the skin over his knuckles was stretched and practically white, “wanna see.”

“I bet you do,” you pulled your hand out and slowly made your way over to him, stopping directly in front of his body, practically humming with energy before holding up your fingers to him, “suck.”

Javier practically groaned at your words, but did as you asked, taking your fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean. Only when you were sure he had done a thorough job, did you pull your hand back, but not before grabbing his chin in your hands and roughly forcing him to look at you, “oh, so you can be a good boy. Very good.”

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” you beamed at his words, gently carding a hand through his dark locks as he keened into your touch. You let him face his moment, pretending to lean down to kiss him, but instead picking up his tie. He watched you with a small huff as you grabbed his wrists, tying them together, just enough to be tight, but not enough to truly restrict him. It was more of a show of power in the moment, and you wanted to wield it over him for once. Before going back to the bed, you leaned down and gave him an actual kiss, just a soft, gentle little thing. 

You pulled off the delicate lace panties, tossing them at him, before laying back down and spreading your legs so he could get a full view of you. Giving him a devilish smirk, you reached down and touched yourself, slowly, making it a point to show him everything. Rubbing gentle circles on your clit, you moaned before slowly working towards your entrance and sliding a finger inside.

“Javier,” you sighed contentedly as he watched with great interest, “gods, I wish it was your fingers inside of me. So thick and good, know how to touch me just right.”

“I could…”

“No,” you slipped another finger inside, a small gasp escaping your parted lips as you felt the heat in your belly continue to pool, the coil that was threatening to snap winding tighter and tighter. Curling your fingers added to the pleasure you felt as you worked to find your sweet spot, on that Javier usually found effortlessly. You toes started to curl in pleasure as you made a show of it all, just to push him further, “fuck...Javi, ‘m so close. Don’t you wish it was your cock I was going to cum all over?”

“You look so pretty like that baby, all spread out,” he was clearly enjoying the show as he sat back, biting his own lip to try and control himself. He felt like he was going to cum in his trousers without even having touched himself, “are you going to cum for me?”

“Mhmm,” you used your free hand to squeeze and play with your breasts as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, “wish it was your cock or your mouth. Such a good mouth.”

“You’re almost there baby,” he cooed at you, as you opened your eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, the tan of his delicious skin tinged with pink as he gazed upon you with wild, watchful eyes.

“Javi,” it was a breathy whisper as you felt your walls start to clench around your fingers causing you to speed up your ministrations as you felt the warm, blissful haze of your orgasm wash over you. A small cry left your lips as you came around your fingers, before it all turned into a reverent, gentle chant of his name. 

Only when you were completely through the throws of your passion, you collapsed among the pillows and let out a long, blissful sigh. It had been fun - to have him watch and hold a semblance of power over him, even if it was only for a little while. At work you were equals, and in your relationship, Javier was generally in control, and to be honest, you didn’t mind it. There was something about the protective, dominant Javier that you adored and drove you wild. Not that he wielded power over you, or tried to make you subservient in any sense, it just worked...but this? Having him at your mercy? It was pretty good. You’d make a note to try it again some time. 

But just before you called him, you felt the bed shift as he made his way on it, looming over you before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Of course he couldn’t control himself for much longer. 

“Javier,” you grinned up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down against your body. He was naked already, and you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your mound, “what do you think you're doing?”

“That was a cute show,” he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you - this time with more hunger and intensity. You grinned into his touch as his hands found your waist and gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises for the coming days, “but now I’m going to fuck you, and show you how its done.”

“Are you actually going to let me cum this time?" you smirked against his lips as he made a sound akin to a growl in the back of his back throat.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name,” he swore and you could feel yourself melting into him, “you are not leaving this bed all weekend.”

“For a threat, that doesn’t sound too bad,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly against your body, peppering some kisses along his jaw, “te amo, Javier - even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“Te amo hermosa,” he sighed lightly as he relished in your touch, “you and only - always.”

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[dolliedarlin]

Hi I’m one of the anons who’s obsessing over the P.A series!!!!! For some reason my brain has been full w diff things that could happen IDKKK! Hope u don’t mind if I dump a few....

TW: this is A bunch of rambling and some grammar errors LMAO sorry

Idk y I c y/n having a stalker💀 this prob sounds rlly weird but hear me out. (To add drama, also I Lowkey wanna c Mina,Sero and kiri get mad idk y-)

Since we all know y/n is the baddest most sophisticated b*tch (sorry idk if I’m allowed to cuss or not LMAO) her Ex lover is still obsessed w her and thinks that they are soulmate even tho they obv aren’t. I feel like y/n knows he stalks her but she ignores it until it gets worst. Like he found out where she lives. (He finds out where she lives while she’s sick which is now loll)

Anyways I feel like Mina would be over at y/ns place and since she’s getting better they are In her living room talking abt who knows what and y/n gets a knock on her door she goes to open it and admittedly closes it looking shocked. Mina being a pro hero is  supposed to be able to read body language. Mina ask her if everything is Alr and y/n OFC (stupid a**) says yes. Mina didn’t want to keep pressing the issue so she dropped it until it became a reoccurring thing with y/n and it’s not just her that noticed. She (y/n) is extremely hesitant to open the door and when she does she opens it a little bit. (And then idk her EX does crazy like breaks into her apt and scares the sh** outa y/n) THIS IS WHERE MY BIG IDEA STOPS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 that was a lotta rambling my apologies

Have a great day dollie!

oh no! please don’t feel bad, it’s always fun for me seeing what you dolls would want to happen next

although i don’t plan on bringing any psycho exes into ‘the p.a’ series, as a writer and an avid daydreamer, i can’t help but play around with this idea 

warning: there are brief mentions of violence ; this is not a part of ‘the p.a’ series but is just a little thought that i just couldn’t help but try my own hand at also ; i didn’t edit this either 😂 so kindly forgive any grammatical/spelling mistakes 

continuing on from your idea...

⏤mina, having the sneaking suspicion that something bad might happen to you that night, notifies the rest of the group later on that day

⏤usually, bakugou was in charge of you during the night and always sat in a chair beside your bed on high alert, ready to serve your every need...

⏤BUT!

⏤now that mina told them about your suspicious behaviour, all of them were put on high alert. 

⏤they all agreed to keep you unaware of their intentions by having bakugou take care of you like usual but they made sure that when on the night patrol, they were close by with their radios on and constantly being hyper aware of the shortest route to your residence from wherever they were situated - just in case of an emergency 

⏤naturally, they trusted bakugou with keeping you safe but that didn’t mean that they had no worries for you at all 

⏤seeing as you usually feel asleep before bakugou switched with the sero, who took care of you in the late evening, you were under the impression that you were alone at home 

⏤your current condition disallowed you from comfortably staying awake so you were constantly tossing and turning in bed, brows furrowed and sweating more than usual

⏤”what is she dreaming about?” bakugou utters in frustration as he continues to wipe away the vastly accumulating sweat rom your wrinkled brows

⏤he wasn’t frustrated at you no no, he was annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t make you comfortable no matter how many wet towels he uses to cook your forehead or wipe your sweat clean off your skin 

⏤as the night progresses, you eventually fall into a dreamless sleep, far too exhausted to continue stressing over your ex with the added burden of your fever on your body

⏤nevertheless, bakugou continues being on high alert at all times except for when he momentarily leaves to room so as to go to the toilet 

⏤this was the perfect opportunity for your crazy ex to sneak into your room via the window bakugou left ajar so as to help cool you down better 

⏤your ex was a creepy and disgusting man - someone that you had grown to dislike the more you got to know him and naturally left as quickly as you were able to 

⏤what followed was harassment to the highest degree, thankfully you were able to protect yourself due to your self defence training and quirk, however, it didn’t take away the shuddering feeling of being watched constantly

⏤you grew paranoid and extremely fidgety over time and eventually filled for a restraining order. unfortunately, that didn’t work and left you to deal with the situation yourself

⏤you were naive enough to think that you had shaken him after a particularly horrible beating he took from you in self defence. he had come at you with a knife but you were able to disarm him and send him limping home with a dislocated arm, a black eye and a bruised ribcage 

⏤over time, you got busy with work and slowly forgot about him, it wasn’t until today that you were reminded of his crazy obsession with you and were thrown into a panic 

⏤believing that you were alone at night and in your most vulnerable state, you didn’t feel safe and sought to deal with the situation however you could, even in your dreams

⏤all attempts were in vain, however

⏤bakugou, returning from his momentary break to the toilet came back just in time to see your creepy ex hovering over your sleeping figure. as if you sensed the unpleasant existence stalking you, your body stiffened under the blankets and you began to breathe uncomfortably, beginning to sweat bucket-fulls once more

⏤not wanting to disturb your sleep as rest was the top priority for you, bakugou crept up from behind the unknown figure and instantly went for his neck, choking him into silence as he dragged his thrashing figure outside, far away from you all the while sending a emergency signal to the rest of the squad 

⏤in no time at all, the rest of the squad arrived and had your crazy ex cornered. at this time he had already been tied up by bakugou and was ready for a quick chat 

⏤”what the hell were you doing with our yn?” kirishima began, sharp teeth grinding together as he clenched his jaw 

⏤silence 

⏤”speak up, we can’t fucking hear you,” bakugou spat as the others glared on from beside him, their eyes piercing through the moonlight and darkness of the night 

⏤”y-yn isn’t yours - that’s the first thing,” your ex finally cracked, giggling creepily in between 

⏤”you’re right,” sero began, “yn doesn’t belong to anyone so why were did you break into her house,” it took everything in sero not to lash out but they needed answers

⏤”wrong again!” your ex sang, “she doesn’t belong to you, she belongs to me! i’m her boyfriend!”

⏤”yn doesn’t have a boyfriend,” kaminari spoke up

⏤”that’s right! and if she did, we would have known,” mina agreed

⏤“that’s because she doesn’t know it yet, we broke up but we’ll get back together again soon” the tied up man giggled to himself, “it’s only a matter of time before she realises her mistake and she comes back to me,” 

⏤the team of heroes didn’t know what to say, they were so shocked and appalled at what they were seeing and hearing that they couldn’t bring themselves to utter a single word of response, they only listened further

⏤”i hoped she’d come back soon, anyway...but i was getting impatient so i had to try and convince her a little more. she’s been ignoring my love for her all this time, she can’t continue rejecting me for long...” he laughs, “i bet she misses it”

⏤“miss what...?” bakugou didn’t want to know but it had to be said

⏤”i bet she misses being with me. she’s so beautiful and so soft to the touch, she always smells good too and she has such a lovely voice - i want her all to myself, she doesn’t deserve to be anybody else’s”

⏤it was then that the team of heroes just about lost their minds. the creep before them didn’t say anything explicit but the madness in his eyes and the harrowing smile he was displaying was off putting. they dread to imagine what a lowlife nasty sob like him put you through but they saw flashes of unforgivable scenes that sent all of them into insanity 

⏤someone so precious to them didn’t deserve any such treatment. you may not have disclosed anything to them strict on being professional but if this man was willing to break into your house...they were fearful to think about what else he was capable of

⏤he deserved a beating from that act alone, actually, and a beating he got

⏤they could’ve killed the guy - they were more than tempted to and it would have been so easy...but he deserved to suffer in jail for his crimes against you so they held back no matter how painful that was for them 

⏤the very next day, under their authority and recommendation, the man was locked up for as many years as they could tally up and seeing as they were heroes, they were able to look into his past documentations and found you had filed a restraining order for him under harassment, assault and a number of other things they grew all the more furious at the more the read

⏤they would prefer it if you didn’t realise what they did that night but the media couldn’t let the story of 5 high class pro heroes sending a singular, beaten man to jail for life

⏤your creepy ex’s battered photos were all over the news and you were so incredibly grateful