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oreotoreads · 2 years

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EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

PART 1 : GOOD BOY GONE BAD ⏤ read other parts: NEXT | MASTERLIST

pairing: dom!jake x fem!reader WC: 6k!

genre: smut with a plot, one night stand (idk what the actual genre is tbh)

summary: your handsome one night stand that blew your mind turns out to be the silent guy at work that you didn’t even realize his existence.

warnings: rough sex, protected sex & unprotected sex, spit play, cum play, spanking, humiliation, reader goes into sub drop (read at your own risk ⚠️) after care after sub drop, jake’s name is revealed later, oral (both receiving), slight slapping, slight hair pulling, dirty talking. warn me if there is more!

a/n: there is definitely going to be a part to this because i intentionally ended it with a cliffhanger!! thank you @mechurihanbin for the request<3 this is my first time writing about sub drop as well so i hope i was ok, again since it contains explicit scenes, read at your own risk besties, thank you for showing love to my works, you are so loved🫶🏼

taglist: @muffinminnie @zhaixiaowen @zen003xx (send an ask to be added to my taglist)

you were pulled by your friends to a night club on a typical saturday night for a classic girl’s night, you knew the main reason behind these night outs in specific clubs, to get mad drunk and probably end up in someone’s bed that you’ll never see again. although you usually did this sometimes, you couldn’t give less fucks tonight because you just wanted drink away all the stress your job was causing you. and also you kind of guessed no man could fuck the stress out of your system the way you deserved.

although, when you were on your second glass of drink only and definitely sober enough to tell if a guy was hot, you spotted a black haired stranger across you, his back leaned against the bar as he was chatting with his friends casually. his chest was covered in his very tight and definitely ironed black dress shirt, his first buttons were open, showing his smooth skin. his hair was falling down to his forehead in a styled but messy way, and his hands holding his glass and sometimes dancing them on it made your heart race faster. he was definitely your type.

when his eyes met your hungry gaze you wanted to look away immediately because he had a slight frown on his face when he saw you for the first time, next time you checked him, you caught him staring at you shamelessly, tracing his tongue inside of his cheek as he scanned you from head to toe, it tickled your stomach and raised your sensitivity as you felt a bolt arousal tingled your clit. you never felt this way only from a boy’s gaze at you, the way he almost undressed you only with his eyes made you feel so desired and damn you missed that feeling so much since you barely went on dates from how hard you worked.

next thing you remember was you were pinned against the lift’s wall as he was taking you to a hotel suit, and his hands were keeping your thighs open as he caressed them. making out with a stranger in a semi public place, plus knowing it probably has security cameras and some poor staff watching you get your neck sucked by someone’s son made you even hornier and dirty.

his kiss tasted like this drink and it was so delicious, it made you suck on his bottom lip so harshly, eliciting a deep groan from his throat, only making your cunt drip more to your panties, making a creamy mess without him touching you.

his cologne was so familiar, woody and musky, the animalistic note filled your nostrils and made you kiss him even harder.

getting out of the elevator, he grabbed your hand, literally dragging you to the room after finding the key card with shaky hands, that was when you realized you made him feel just as excited as you were, you wanted to feel his lean fingers inside of you so badly.

the way he threw you to the bed and pulled up your dress to your boobs to see your destroyed panties happened in seconds, leaving you all red and shy in front of him.

“what a needy girl you are.” he tsked, leaning over you to push his tongue inside of your mouth, and pull you into another messy make out session. you were eager for him to touch you down there but the moment you saw his eyes you knew he was trouble and would make you beg for every drip of satisfaction.

he stopped kissing you to look at you from where he was, smirking at your parted lips that is leaving soft whimpers and breaths. he got rid of your dress in a swift way, leaving the expensive piece of material on the floor, you were only wearing your ruined little panties while he was fully clothed on top of you.

he slapped one of your tit, earning a yearning moan from you before kneading your boob, almost as to massage away the burn he caused to your skin. oh how fuckable you looked down under him, your pretty pink lips parted, your eyes hazily staring at him and your thighs rubbing against each other, he swore he saw a drip of arousal running down your leg.

he picked up the shot of arousal with his fingers before they were about to run down to your knee, and stuck his fingers to his mouth, the way his pretty lips sucked on his fingers made your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

“time for you to taste me now” you heard him mumbling before your hair was gripped by his hands to the back and your back arched to the action, a thick load of his spit coating the back of your throat. you immediately closed your lips to press your tongue on the top of your mouth, trying to get a better taste of him. his laugh filled your ears before a pathetic gaze took over his eyes.

“dirty slut, if my spit is making you—“ he suddenly snaked his hand inside of your panties, fingers rubbing on your hole before he draw it back with a string of your cum connected to his index finger, “—this wet, bet you would squirt all over me if i cum in this filthy mouth?” he grabbed your chin and spat in your mouth again, watching you swallow in pleasure. “right?”

you frantically nodded, the image of you squirting on his lap and making a mess only made you even wetter if it was even possible at this point.

the stranger you didn’t even get to know his name yet was giving you the best treatment your body was longing for. you craved this kind of sex for a long time but you were always embarrassed to ask your partners what you actually wanted.

now getting to experience this with someone that you were never going to see and that matched your ideal type in the sexual way, you felt so free and relaxed. a stranger literally spitting in your mouth and bullying you satisfied your deepest darkest desires that you carried for years.

his hands wrapped around your throat as he towered you, sitting between your legs. applying slight pressure to your throat, he cut the air flow little bit, the mouth that was recieving his spit now opened to get a hitch of breath.

he studied your reaction, as he just stared at you, but he had to make sure, so this moment gave you the very first soft side of him yet. he leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck, before he whispered against your ear, “tell me if you are enjoying this, angel.”

he let go of his hand on your neck for you to reply. it was going to be your first time talking after he came up to you in the club to flirt and you asked if he can fuck you senseless shamelessly.

“talk.” he grunted when he didn’t get a reply, slapping your cheek lightly to get the blood running back to your head.

you felt like your mind was getting hazy, you remembered that one time your friend talked about how she fell into sub drop after being fucked so hard. your eyelashes fluttered and you licked your lips in an innocent way, which made his cock twitch in his pants.

“i do, i enjoy… a lot. i want your cock too, please.” you yearned to him, your body moving without the permissions of your mind, your arms held his waist, stroking his sides, which made him roll his eyes.

“already so fucking needy.”

you watched him got up from the bed, when his skin lost contact with yours you let a loud whine, his chuckle echoed in your ears following with the heavy sound of belt hitting the floor.

as you understood he was getting undressed to fuck you now, your filthy hands went in your panties, making yourself surprised at how wet you were. your panties were drenched with your wetness, you tried to think about if you missed the moment and already cummed.

sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you lifted your legs to your chest and tried to thrust two fingers to your hole, but you failed due to your shaky hands. you cried out loudly, making his attention still on your body, seeing you desperately trying to fuck yourself with your own thin fingers.

“oh, angel.” he laughed, almost in a evil way. “i was going to eat out that pretty pussy of yours.” your eyes were getting watery at the humiliation of getting caught. he supported himself on top of you, giving your jaw a kiss. “i was going to lick—“ he pressed his tongue flat on your jaw to demonstrate how he was going to destroy your cunt, —was going to suck, mhmm— his lips parted on your neck before he sucked on your skin harshly, making you let out a pained moan.

“i was going to clean that pussy from all your stickiness before i fucked you.”

you nodded your head in denial, your hands held his face in between, trying to push him back down to your core.

“nah-ah.” he closed his eyes for a second, scolding you. “you decided to be a bad girl and thought your fingers would feel better than me. how fucking pathetic.”

you started crying at your defeat, accepting the fact that you weren’t gonna feel his plump pink lips on your lower lips tonight. it took you only few minutes when all these encounter was happening, he was fully

naked, his hard and heavy cock nudging on your inner thigh.

“instead,” he grabbed his cock in his hand, tugging on the skin as he gave himself slow strokes that was extremely pleasant to watch, —you are gonna get this.”

you opened your mouth immediately, waiting to stuff your mouth with him. your eagerness was making you look so silly and seeing a woman under him like this fueled his ego. he was built amazingly, his cock seemed like a perfect fit for your cunt and you were sure he was going to stretch you out real good.

“get up and kneel in front of the bed.” he ordered, making you whimper at his strict tone as you immediately got on your fours to crawl on the bed, you yelped when a harsh smack landed on your ass. goosebumps rose all over your skin, the burning sensation on your cheek only made you hornier as you got off the bed with shaky legs.

you slowly kneeled down in front of him, and sitting yourself between his thighs, taking a look at his cock from up close. in your surprise he patted your cheek before he leaned in and pulled you in a messy kiss, sucking your lower lip as he let go of you. the way he hummed into your mouth tingled your senses, just another proof of how he also enjoyed having you and kissing you.

he rested himself on his elbows and pointed his cock with his head, implying for you to get to work, “in your mouth. now.”

you leaned closer to him and rubbed your cheek to the inside of his thigh, like a cat that wants attention from it’s owner. that earned you another cheek pat, until his hand grabbed you from your neck to his cock. your nose bumped onto his hardened length, as your nails scratched his bare thighs, you licked the base of his cock, making your way up until the tip, your fucked up expression before getting railed plastered on your face as you stared at him. “fuuuuuuuck.”

his reaction got you, just with one lick to his thick cock, you also understood how much of a chokehold you had on him and it boosted your ego. you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to praise you for being his good girl and taking his cum. you wanted all of him, you felt like you were possessed.

you smirked, your impatience getting to you to make him cum hard and fast as you took him whole in your mouth, stuffing your face. you tried to breath through your nose, tried to not choke yourself as you stayed there, you felt the tip of his cock grazing down your throat. letting him slip out of your mouth, you grabbed his dick in your hand, coating it with the mix of your saliva and his pre cum.

you put your mouth back on, swallowing him, trying to do it fast, he sometimes slipped out of your mouth and you kept whining every time it happened, which was fun to watch. you grabbed the base of his cock and forced him down your throat, your eyes watering at the sensation of slight burn.

“you can’t even suck a cock.” he dispraised you, which made you so sad. all you wanted was to take his cum like the good girl you were and you couldn’t even do that due to the pleasure taking control over your body.

“i’ll be good, i promise.” you kissed his v line, feeling him reacting to your touch as he shivered.

“get up.” he sighed, him also getting up in the process. “why these are still on?” he asked, almost in an offended way, pointing at your panties as you stood in front of him. you tried to mouth a ‘i don’t know’ but your voice croaked in your throat. his fingers tucked in the strings of them, helping you get out of the sticky material.

he got closer to you, lifting your chin up to stare at your face. he swore he saw stars in your eyes as you looked at him all hazy, he also knew what he needed to deal with after this was all over. he was glad you felt safe with him and trusted him.

“what a pretty face.” he almost mumbled to himself, leaning in to give open mouthed kisses to your jaw and cheekbone. you were pushed deeper into your sub drop with the compliment he gave you, smiling silly at the situation. he stroked the side of your cheek. “go on angel, lay on your stomach and wait for me, alright?” he said as his thumb brushed over your lips roughly before smashing his lips to yours to taste himself. “i’ll take good care of you, my angel.”

you made your way to the bed again, earning another slap on your ass. you stepped onto bed on all fours, crawled yourself until you reached the head rest, and then you laid down, hugging the pillow underneath, the warmth of the pillow against your cheek made you all sleepy, you let out low whimpers, rubbing your core on the bed unintentionally as you waited for him to get back.

you heard a foil packet ripping which made you rub your thighs in anticipation this time. he caught you rubbing yourself on the bed and smearing your wetness everywhere as your eyes were closed and your lips parted softly. when he referred you as his angel, he was right, no matter how fucking erotic the moments he had with you, you looked like an angel.

when he positioned himself on the bed, his both hands grabbed the back of your ankles, gliding his hands up slowly up to your bare ass. you yelped when you felt his teeth harshly biting down on your ass cheek. “so pretty.” he mumbled to himself before he parted your legs, watching your arousal dripping down to the sheets.

he kept biting down your back and under your shoulder blades, leaving his teeth marks all over your skin along with the print of his hand on your ass.

his hand fell hard down on your pussy and you bit your lips in pleasure. the way you reacted to every single thing he tried on you mesmerized him, he never thought you would be so fucking dirty in bed. and such a little sub, opposite of what you look from outside.

“bend your knees.” he commanded, making your ass stay up in the air while your face was still pressed on to the pillow as you hugged it. “you like the pillow, angel?” he smiled but you didn’t get to see that when you nodded to him. leaning down, going against his own words, he licked a bold stripe of your dripping cunt, coating his tongue with your wetness. you moaned so loudly, it sounded pornographic, being shocked at himself that he made a woman made such noises.

he hummed out loud, savoring your taste in his mouth, your sticky substance warm and almost sweet, perfectly fitting your personality. he pressed his fingers on your clit and put his open mouth under your hole, wanting to get more of you, he started rubbing your clit in a brutal pace, making your breath hitch on your throat, until a bolt of cum dribbled down onto his tongue.

he smiled as he turned it in his mouth one or two times before he spat it down back on your hole, watching it drip down your thighs.

the nonstop teasing and pleasure, the way it was just so raw and dirty clouded your mind, you weren’t even aware of the sounds you were letting out, you only knew they weren’t humanly anymore. you felt like an animal in the wild with the way he was making you feel.

“please…” you managed to let out a word.

he caressed the side of your hips, to make you relax. he was going to give you what you needed the most from the beginning of your night together.

he aligned his cock with your entrance, and your needy cunt literally sucked him in, he bottomed you out in first thrust with ease, both of you letting out the loudest moan of the night.

“fucking hell.” he watched himself disappearing in your cunt, his balls hitting your hips with every thrust. he grabbed your waist to hold you in place before he started fucking you in a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping and your screams mixing in the air. you fucked yourself back on his back with the last remains of strength you had, his dick pushing your g-spot every time he plunged back into your heat.

“even with condom, you feel like heaven.” he leaned down, wrapping his arms under your boobs and pulling your back to his chest. his hand covered your one tit, as his forearm was over the other as he held you up with a tight grip, now he felt like he was in your guts from the position which he was fucking up into you ruthlessly. he turned your face to him, kissing you, when his hips were slapping yours, you heard him mumbling some profanities into your mouth.

your head fell back to his shoulder, your hips unintentionally lowering up and down to follow his rhythm, and his teeth sinking down on your shoulders until you felt your stomach growing with the similar sensation.

he put his one hand on your lower stomach, feeling his bulge there, his cock twitched, alarming that he is so close. when your head was still on his shoulder, you tilted your head and licked under his ear before you whispered.

“you ruined me, so now, get rid of that condom and ruin me properly.”

he stilled inside of you for a second as he stared at your face, scanning your expression. you pulled his face to yours and kissed his lips, “please, daddy,”

he slipped himself out of you, was easy due to your slick walls before you turned around and laid on your back now, opening your legs, showing him you are patiently waiting for his cum. that’s when you heard the praise you longed for the whole night.

“such a good girl, opened her legs just for daddy to give her a creampie.”

“mhmm.” you hummed, nodding to his words before he slid into your wet cunt again, making you feel every detail of his beautiful cock inside your velvety walls.

“you are so big.” you cried out, his forceful thrusts going to the deepest parts of you as he forced your legs open. this way he was going deep inside and the pleasure mixed with pain sent you over the edge.

his lustful brown eyes stared at yours when couldn’t hold it back anymore and cummed, your legs shaking so bad that he had to hold them in place, your mouth opened with the dirtiest moans coming out, your walls cramping around his cock uncontrollably. you felt yourself trying to ooze out from your clogged hole and you felt stuffed even before his cum.

“creamed all over my cock like the good girl you are.” he moaned, burying his face to your neck as he started with short forceful thrusts in and out, your cries out of over sensitivity filling his ears before he plunged back in and stilled there, spurting his hot cum in the deepest part of your cunt and painting your walls.

you were both panting irregularly, your drop took over your body completely after you cummed hard and him keep giving you more thrusts so he would cum too pushed you over to the edge, you were a needy mess now.

as his face was still buried in your neck, your arms wrapped around his back, rubbing your nose against his skin as you begged for his attention and love. he knew how sub drop worked and thank god he experienced it before— both himself and both his partners so he knew how to take good care of you.

he snaked his arms under your waist gently, pulling your chest to his to pepper your neck with kisses. “my angel, you did so good.” he made you sit on his lap, didn’t take his dick out of you yet. “my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head, resting your chin on his shoulder as you silently sobbed out of sensations rising.

“ssshh, daddy will take good care of you now, my beautiful girl, you are simply amazing.” he cooed, running his hands up and down your spine.

he kissed away your tears, “you look so pretty when you cry, do you know how gorgeous you are?”

he complimented you for a while, making you turn into putty in his arms, until you relaxed, your breathing turned into its normal rhythm. your eyelids were slowly closing, but he didn’t want you to sleep when he was still inside of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, giving a kiss to his shoulder.

“thank you.” you managed to mumble. you were in a stranger’s arms after all, after he fucked you so good that he sent you into subspace and he was the one to bring you back with his compliments enveloping your presence like sugar coat. he made you feel safe, that was for sure. no matter what happens, this experience was going to be something you will never forget, even if you tried to.

“are you feeling better?” he pushed your sweaty strands of hair behind your face, feeling your temperature in the meantime.

you nodded, looking down, because you were getting shy of how he was treating you right now, complete opposite of what he was 10 minutes ago.

“will you be able to get up, princess?” he asked in a small voice, still trying to choose his words carefully just to not trigger you accidentally. the nickname gave you goosebumps before you rested your forehead to his and tried to move on his cock, he understood you weren’t.

“no, no.” he held you tight, stopping you from moving. “no more, angel, we will take a bath now.” he caressed your cheek before he slowly laid you down on the bed, distracting you with soft kisses before he slipped out of your hole. you still whined at the loss of contact, your hands trying to touch his body and he let you.

“here is your pillow, baby.” he handed you the pillow you liked so much. “hold this when i fill the bath for you, okay?” you smiled and nodded, hugging your pillow that smelled like him, wrapping your leg over it. “don’t sleep.” he giggled, his laugh sending waves down your body.

he quickly went to the bathroom and found some good smelling shower gel to bubble up the tub. he checked if the water was warm and left to check on you as it get filled.

your eyes were open as you stared at the ceiling, still holding your pillow, your neck decorated with his assaults on your skin. your smooth hair sprawled on the bed, your glossy eyes all big and innocent as you were laying down.

he ducked down near the bed, tracing your leg with his finger gently to get your attention. your eyes sparkled when you realized he wasn’t gone, even though he told you he wasn’t going anywhere. he smiled softly at you, giving you the treatment you want as he touched you. “pretty.” he mumbled, bopping your nose with his index finger, making your cheeks color in red.

“do you really think i am pretty?” your voice sounded weak as you stared at his eyes. this only made him chuckle because, how could you even doubt how pretty you were, to him you were dropped dead gorgeous. “you are the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he kissed the corner of your lips before his hands tucked under your thighs and back, carrying you to the bathroom. your last acts of neediness came out when you tried to kiss his neck and he kindly told you off as much as he could before he carefully placed you in the bathtub.

your arms didn’t let go of his when he tried to get up. “please, stay with me here.” you asked, wanting him to be against your back and feel his warmth enveloping you.

when he realized your actions turned back into normal every second and your non coherent mumblings came to a stop, and you were just a girl who was pleased to be fucked hard by him, he decided to get in and sat back to you.

he pulled you to his chest, as you wished, and wrapped his arms around your waist, locking his fingers in front of you and placing his chin on your shoulder. you looked down at his hands, his first feature that got your attention in the club.

“is the water warm enough?” he asked almost in a shy way, which made you surprised because was this really the same guy who fucked you into a sub drop?

“it’s perfect, thank you.” you beamed at him, assuring him you are all good.

after the long bath you had, you still insisted of him to stay with you, being scared of how your body would react throughout the night. he accepted your offer even though it is not something he usually does, even taking long baths with one night stands wasn’t his thing, but the classic scorpio man that he is, after destroying you so good, he wanted to take care of you.

you fell asleep on a different pillow, since the other one was wet with your tears and cum as he laid down next to you watch you sleep peacefully. he wasn’t sure how this was going to fold on monday but he tried to push his thoughts away, not when the most beautiful girl he laid eyes on was beside him.

he pulled your sleeping body to his side and buried his nose in the crook of your neck, you smelled like you were sprayed with angel dust, he knew no one could make him the same way again after what you had together.

jake, drifted off to sleep, accepting the fact that you had no idea who he was.

next morning, you woke up alone in the hotel room. between of your legs ached in pain, and your head was dizzy like you were recovering from a hangover. the flashbacks of the night before sent tingles to your pussy. you had the best night of your life.

he was what you craved and you already wanted him between your legs again, it was a shame he was already gone. you huffed, checking the time on your phone before you turned around in bed and saw his pillow on your side, a note was left on top of it. your eyebrows furrowed as you took the note in your heads, seeing his messy handwriting, you immediately thought it matched his love making style.

“thank you for everything, angel.” -J

you let out a loud whine when he didn’t even bothered to give you his number nor his name, you fueled with anger as you got up from bed and ripped the paper, you felt like a burden, obviously tiring him enough last night so you thought he never wanted to see you again.

after leaving the hotel, you took a cab to go back to your apartment, it was a sunny sunday morning and all you wanted to do was lay all day and maybe take a warm bath again, and take pain killers too. you still felt so tired.

your stomach writhed when you realized you never going to see him again. he made you feel so good, he gave you everything you needed. you wanted him so badly that you tried to manifest him back into your life when you got home. he got your head spinning for sure, you felt like a crazy person with burning sage in your hand, mumbling words, “J will find his way to me.”

you wanted J more than anything, not because you fell in love with him but because you wanted to know the man that made you feel good and gave you the best night of your life. you wanted to return his favors to him, make him feel good again and moan his actual name when he makes love to you.

you wondered about who was he, how old was he, he seemed a little younger than you maybe 2 years? you couldn’t quite guess. his smell was intoxicating which made you crave of him more, you wanted to find a perfume store and smell every possible cologne out stock and buy a bottle, spray it on your pillows for it to feel like him. like his body.

“J…” you mumbled to yourself, going to bed with thoughts of him clouding your mind. the previous nights replayed in your dreams, the way his body felt against you, the way his eyes sparkled with excitement when you told him to fuck you raw and his pretty fingers rubbing along your folds. you woke up in the middle of the night, finding yourself doing something you don’t usually do, your fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, trying to feel something. you turned around, laying on your stomach to recreate the same scenario without him, hugging your pillow with one hand as the other fingered your needy cunt eagerly. your lips parted with his name, the only thing he left you, J…

when you were done and feeling dirtier than ever, you went to took a cold shower to ease your feelings. your body was aching to have him again and you didn’t know how you were going to manage continue living your life without him. you examined the teeth marks on your ass and back, carrying him with you made you feel good for a while until you accepted the hard fact that they will be gone in few days.

the next day, you got ready for work and left your flat. your walking was a little bit better today and your heels were back on your feet since they didn’t like employees wearing trainers a lot. you drove your car to work as usual, finding yourself biting your lip at the memories your mind flashed in front of your eyes. you turned on your radio to distract your thoughts and focused on the road until you arrived.

getting inside of the lobby of the company you worked for, you made your route to the elevators, waiting for it to open to get to your floor.

once the door was opened, you saw the classic faces, two girls who worked in your department which you always caught gossiping and saw your boss scolded an hundred times. the weird old accountant chief who tried to hit on you once after the annual dinner of the company and the new software dude who you never even saw his face before, whenever you saw him, he was always on his computer writing codes like he is hacking the national bank or something and his staple piece was always his oversized hoodie covering his hair and his earphones on top of it.

as all the people were standing behind you, waiting for the lift to get to your floor, you suddenly felt goosebumps on your skin, your sensations rising suddenly with the familiar scent filling your nostrils. ‘J!!!!!’ your brain screamed at you. the same woody musky warmth made you feel at ease, ‘please i just arrived at work’ you tried to fight back your thoughts. you were feeling him out of nowhere, you thought, maybe you were losing your mind.

when the elevator door opened with a ding! sound, you got out, going straight to your desk to sit and collect your thoughts. you were missing him so much, and this one sided connection you had to him was causing aches in your heart. he was probably with another girl yesterday night when you were pathetically fingering yourself at the thought of him.

you cringed at the thought so badly. you couldn’t believe a man was making you feel this way.

after working for a while, your boss called you up to his room, which was on the same floor as engineering department, only one floor up from yours. your heels were hurting your feet a little but since he called you urgent you climbed the stairs quickly to go to his office for the meeting. for the sake of your sanity, it didn’t last that long, walking in heels started being a struggle for between your legs as well, you wished you had your home slippers.

whining and swearing you went to the stairs, them looking even more steep now since you were looking down, it was always hard for you to go down stairs then going up. you stepped down and thinking you got it until you were only few steps back from your floor when you heard that similar scent again, panicked all of a sudden and twisted your ankle. the sound of your heel breaking echoed in your head as you realized you were about to hit ground in milliseconds, until, two strong arms caught you from your waist, his one hand under your head to protect you incase you would hit your head on the ground.

“angel, i didn’t know you were so clumsy.”

his eyes met your gaze, the soft material of his hoodie was not on his head anymore and his headphones were on his neck, a beautiful smile was plastered on his lips. the cologne was not your mind projecting things, J was in the elevator with you, J was the guy who prevented you falling down.

J was the guy who you didn’t even bother to look at once, the nerdy engineer who you never saw him talk with anyone before.

“J…” you squinted your eyes, staring up at him hazily.

“jake.” he corrected you. “my name, is jake.”

to be continued

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Robin, noticing something's off about Starfire who laid in bed all day so far before placing on ungloved hand on her forehead: "Star, you have a fever"

"It's fine," Starfire sniffled, "It's probably just a case of Dorgnarf."

"Dorg--what?" Robin had barely completed the word when Starfire sneezed, sending out a massive spew of teal-colored snot that coated him, dripping down slow as putty.

Starfire slapped her hands over her mouth and nose. "I'm so sorry!" she blurted out.

"Uh..." Robin carefully wiped a veil of teal slime from his domino mask, "It's okay."

"Everything all right?" Cyborg was leaning in the doorway.

"Yeah it's fine," said Robin, wiping more teal slime off of himself, "Starfire's just sick."

"Starfire's what now?" Cyborg tilted his head.

"It's Dorgnarf," Starfire said, pushing herself up in bed slightly, "A respiratory ailment common among my people. But it can progress into more serious ailments if left unchecked."

"I got sneezed on," Robin said with a shrug and wiping some teal slime off of his shoulder.

"...I see..." Cyborg said slowly, raising his arm at an angle.

"Cy? What are you--?" Robin started but a panel opened on Cyborg's arm and he hit a red button on the exposed panel. Klaxons blared and red lights flashed throughout the tower. "Cyborg what's--!?" Robin started as a massive clear plastic wall suddenly shot up from the floor, "Cyborg!"

"It's League protocols, man, you two need to be quarantined," said Cyborg with a shrug.

"League protocols?!" Robin snarled, outraged.

"Look, with Supes being Kryptonian and all, we try to be flexible, but also being careless about this stuff is how Starro invasions happen."

"Starfire! Is not! Starro!" said Robin, banging his fists on the plastic walls for emphasis.

"And I know that, but also, she covered you in slime and we don't actually know how blorfnarg--"

"Dorgnarf," Starfire piped up.

"Thank you," said Cyborg, "How Dorgnarf affects human immune systems. Human immune systems as in your immune system."

"I feel fine!" said Robin, now kicking at the plastic wall.

"It is all right, Robin," said Starfire, "We will consume bliplum soup and kwershberry juice together! And watch your earth daytime television!"

Robin stared back at her for a few seconds before pivoting around and banging his fist on the plastic wall. "Cyborg, I'm the team leader! You have to let me out! Don't make me watch daytime TV!"

"Actually as League liaison, Cyborg's now in charge," said Raven, phasing into existence in a mass of shadows next to Cyborg.

Robin snarled and ground his teeth.

"Hey. You were the one who wanted minimal communications with Bruce," said Cyborg with another shrug.

Robin visibly bristled with rage.

“It is not so bad, Robin!” Starfire sniffled again, “I still have the futon from when Bumblebee visited us! It will be like the sleep-over!”

“S-sleep over?” Robin repeated, heat prickling on the back of his neck.

"Look, League Quarantine policy is only in place for the next..." Cyborg checked his wrist panels, "14 days, starting now." Robin heard a timer beep.

"14 days!?" Robin pressed his face against the plastic.

"It's not a big deal," said Cyborg, not even looking at him and tapping at his wrist panel, "I mean we have a whole roster of honorary titans. We can call in Speedy and Argent to fill in for you two."

"SPEEDY!?" Robin fumed.

"Oh! It has been a while since we've heard from Argent!" said Starfire, delighted before sneezing out another glob of teal slime.

"Don't encourage him!" said Robin.

"If you want, I can teach you some meditation techniques to make time go by faster," Raven suggested, her lips pulling back from her teeth in disgust as she watched Starfire wipe a particularly stretchy globule of teal slime away from her nose.

"I AM A BASTION OF PATIENCE," Robin seethed.

"...okay..." Raven put her hands up.

"You have access to Star's bathroom, and we can put in food, books, magazines, and movies to you two through my patented hyperbaric compartment system." said Cyborg with a smug finger waggle.

"How much of this is just you testing your weird tech additions to the tower on us?" said Robin through gritted teeth.

"Mathematically speaking? Eleven percent," said Cyborg, glancing up from his wrist panel at Robin, "The other 89% is--"

"...League protocol..." Robin groaned.

"Now you're gettin' it," said Cyborg, "Look, think of this as a long overdue vacation. Don't get weird. Don't get obsessive. Just... " both Cyborg and Raven gave a demonstrative inhale and exhale, "Relax."

"I am relaxed," said Robin, his gloved fingers squeaking and straining against the plastic wall dividing them.

"Good," said Cyborg.

"He's really not--" Raven started.

"Ah-ah. Let's take him on his word," said Cyborg, "We'll be back with your dinner in a couple of hours--Unless you guys want snacks now. You want snacks now?

“I am not currently hungry, thank you,” said Starfire.

Robin was just staring daggers beneath his domino mask.

“All righty then. We’ll check in from time to time, You two just have fun with your quarantine."

"How is anyone supposed to have fun while quarantining!?" Robin snarled after Cyborg, only to be hit in the back of the head with another globule of teal slime as Starfire sneezed again.

“I dunno, man,” Cyborg called over his shoulder, “Board game?”

“Board game?” Robin repeated flatly, trying to paw teal slime off of his hair, “That’s stupi--” he caught himself and called after Cyborg. “Actually, Cy! Can you grab something from my room for me?”

---

Day 1:

“So pretty...” Starfire was turning a chess piece, a bishop, over in her fingers.

“This is one of Earth’s oldest and most respected games of strategy,” Robin explained, “There’s thousands of different styles and techniques, and it’s the ultimate battle of wits!”

“It reminds me of Tamaran’s game of Okaar’Vha! Except our game board had 8 sides and three tiers!”

“Rrright,” said Robin, trying to picture that, before clearing his throat and assuming a smug grin, “But now I can teach you how to play this game and the quarantine will be over before you know it! Y’know, back where I come from, they used to call me ‘Gotham’s own Bobby Fischer.’“

“Oh!” said Starfire, smiling.

Robin paused for a beat waiting for the inevitable, ‘Who is Bobby Fischer?’ from Starfire, but Starfire was just looking back at him with that polite, slightly blank, ‘I don’t care enough about who that is to ask, please keep going’ face. His brag falling flat, he cleared his throat again. “Okay, let’s start out with the different moves the pieces can make. Just let me know if it’s getting confusing.”

“Very well!” said Starfire, “Teach me your ways of chess!”

----

Day 2:

“This is the checkmate?” Starfire’s queen ended her bloody rampage facing Robin’s tragic, lonely little king backed to the corner of the board. She even looked a little regal all huddled up on the floor with her blanket wrapped around her. He had never known a more demoralizing series of crushing defeats than the rounds Starfire had just put him through.

“...yeah...” Robin’s voice was hollow and his eye was involuntarily twitching beneath his mask as his shoulders slumped, “Yeah, that’s a checkmate.”

“Glorious!” Starfire clapped her hands, “This game is delightful! So much easier than Okaar’vha!”

“I can see that...” Robin said, trying not to let the sound of his own crushed soul slip into his voice.

Starfire loudly blew her nose into some tissue. “Shall we have another round? You do not have to keep the ‘going easy on me’ like you have been doing for the past 47 games. I think I understand now.”

“Yep. Yeah you definitely understand,” Robin’s voice was flat and hollow.

“I will reset the gameboard!” said Starfire, already putting the pieces back.

“Greeeaaat,” Robin whimpered, letting his head flop forward in despair.

---

Day 4:

"Robin?" Starfire was wrapped in a blanket, sitting cross-legged on Robin's back as he furiously did push-ups.

"What?" said Robin, still doing push-ups.

"I know," Starfire drew in a long snort, "I said I wanted to help you feel better about this... quartering?"

"Quarantine," said Robin, still doing push-ups.

"Quarantine," Starfire repeated, "But I," Starfire wiped her nose, "Do not think you are feeling better."

"I'm fine," Robin seethed, doing push-ups faster.

"Well--I should have told you--" Starfire suppressed a gag as Robin did a push-up, "Another symptom of Dorgnarf--" she gagged again as Robin did another push-up, "Is--"

"Star, are you--?" Robin looked over his shoulder from his push-up about half a second too late only to get a faceful of teal and purple alien vomit.

"It is the.." said Starfire, wiping her mouth with blanket-mitted hands, “uhm...”

"Nausea," said Robin, his voice muffled under dripping alien bile.

"Yes, that," said Starfire.

"...okay maybe we'll just let you stay in bed," Robin said quietly, teal and purple dripping off his face.

"Mm-hmm," Starfire had burrowed into a protective blanket burrito and floated off of him.

Robin sighed, still in plank position, and fished his communicator from his belt, “Cyborg, can we get some cleaning supplies?”

---

Day 5:

Beast Boy was sitting cross-legged in front of the plastic wall with several crude sock puppets.

"'Oh Beast boy!'" Beast Boy spoke in a falsetto while gesturing with a sock puppet with yellow yarn hair, "'You're so funny and handsome! But I can't control my powers! And that makes me sad! So I've decided to run to Slade to help rather than talk to literally anyone else on the team about it!'"

"Beast Boy, how much of this puppet show is supposed to take our mind off of stuff as opposed to you working through your junk with Terra?" Robin's voice was half-muffled into his hand as he sat on the floor, watching Beast Boy pick up pebbles with the Terra sock puppet.

"Hey, come on, man, I worked really hard on making puppets that don't possess us," said Beast Boy, a little hurt while still holding up the sock puppets.

"We possessed the puppets, they didn't possess--Ugh!" Robin pounded a fist on the plastic wall, causing Beast Boy to flinch back a little, "How much longer are we stuck in here?!"

"...I think 9 days?" Beast Boy squeaked.

“Why puppets!?”

“Puppets are huge on social media right now, dude,” said Beast Boy, “Gotta catch the wave!”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Robin, flatly.

"I like your puppets, Beast Boy," Starfire said, propping herself up in bed, she suddenly gasped excitedly, "Can you do the story with Mother Mae-Eye?"

"Can I?!" said Beast Boy.

"I hate that one--" Robin started but Beast Boy already had another sock puppet out.

"Glad I made the yellow dress for Sock-Raven!" said Beast Boy, rifling through a duffle bag at his side.

"Eee!" Starfire clapped her hands and Robin groaned.

---

Day 7:

"Darkness," Raven was reading out of a black and white composition book, "Despair. I am the all-consuming nothingness. I am the underpaid custodian of the cosmos. I wheel my trash bin with one squeaking wheel around existence. I keep the lid on because I hear the moaning within. Do not lift the lid. Just keep pushing forward. The moaning does not stop. It harmonizes with the squeaking wheel. Extinction. Emptiness. Oblivion. Filling out time cards. I mop the floors. I dust the corners. I pick up the forgotten things. I turn the lights of the universe off and close the door behind me." She glanced up from the composition book. A long pause passed. "...that's the end of the poem," she said a bit awkwardly.

"...oh!" Starfire perked up and both she and Robin snapped their fingers like they were at a poetry slam.

"...you hated it," said Raven.

"No!" Starfire said on reflex, "It was good! I especially liked the part about.. about the umm... about..."

"The... part... with... despair? And the darkness?" Robin's voice twisted up awkwardly, and both he and Starfire forced a smile.

Raven did not smile.

"...okay yeah no it was... really long and really depressing," said Robin.

"You said you wanted a distraction from being cooped up in here," said Raven, straightening up a little, "You didn't say a good distraction."

---

Day 9:

"So then after making sure you've calibrated programs 38C through 86F, you have to re-calibrate program 42-Delta, after which--are you even listening?" Cyborg had wheeled out a whiteboard with a complicated diagram of the tower's security programs in front of the quarantine wall.

Robin was nodding off from where he was perched on the end of Starfire’s bed. Starfire had been asleep for several minutes now.

“Whuzz--?” Robin perked up a little.

“You said you wanted to be more productive with the whole quarantine thing! I don’t have a lot of time for this stuff when I’m already covering for you!”

“Thought you were happy to be team leader...” muttered Robin.

“I’m happy not to have a spiky headed micromanager breathing down my neck asking a million questions about any new tech updates I put in the tower,” said Cyborg, “Which I am now graciously taking the time to explain,” he gestured back at the whiteboard.

“Micromanager!?” Robin’s shoulders bunched up furiously. He could smell Cyborg’s short jokes from a mile away.

“But yeah, it loses its shininess after a couple days,” said Cyborg, uncapping a pen and labeling a few more tiny components of his diagram on the whiteboard, “But... I did take your favorite seat on the couch,” he said with a slight grin, “Yeeeup. Team leader seat. That still feels good.”

“You’re going to wear out the upholstery!” Robin snarled through gritted teeth. Starfire grunted and stirred in her sleep behind him and he forced himself to calm down. “Fine. Whatever. Team Leader seat. It’s yours. For now.”

“Mm-hm,” said Cyborg, “So you’ve been sneezed and puked on... and you’re still not experiencing any symptoms?”

“No,” said Robin, stiffly, “Which just lends to the fact that this whole quarantine is bogus.”

“Still League protocol. Chin up. Maybe dorfnarg---”

“Dorgnarf,” said Robin.

“Maybe Dorgnarf has a longer incubation time in humans,” Cyborg mused, “Maybe you’ll walk out of here and immediately drop dead. Or maybe you’re pregnant!”

Robin made a face and Cyborg just snickered.

“The point is keeping you and the whole team safe...but all that aside... I thought you’d like an excuse to hang out with Star,” said Cyborg, still puzzling over his own diagram.

Robin gave a glance back to Starfire, blissfully asleep and snoring like a chainsaw with a massive bubble of teal slime hanging out of one nostril and expanding and contracting with her breath, “Well, yeah but not when she’s sick like this and not really having a good time. Not when it’s... obligatory.” he sighed. “At least her fever’s gone, anyway.”

Cyborg glanced up from the diagram to Robin. “You’ve been so caught up in bouncing off the walls in here, you haven’t learned anything new about her?”

Robin blinked a few times and then rubbed the back of his head. “...well.. she mentioned a game back on Tamaran that’s apparently way harder than chess.”

“Did she teach it to you?”

“...I taught her chess?” Robin squeaked out.

“Bro,” Cyborg said flatly.

Robin glanced back over his shoulder at Starfire asleep again.

“Still a couple of days left,” said Cyborg, wheeling away the whiteboard.

----

Night 9:

“Star?” Robin was on the futon on the floor next to Starfire’s bed.

“Mm?” Starfire turned in bed and two glow-in-the-dark green eyes fixed on him. It would have been frightening if it was anyone else.

“...I’m sorry,” said Robin.

“What?” Starfire blinked sleepily.

“I’ve just been a big on-edge jerk this whole time, when you’ve been actually sick, and I’ve been so angry at being stuck in here when I should have been caring more about you.”

“Dorgnarf isn’t that bad,” said Starfire with a slight smile, “And I’m feeling much better now.”

“Well yeah, but that’s not the point,” said Robin, “I know you’re strong but... your team should be looking out for you. I should be...” he trailed off, “You work so hard to understand Earth and the rest of us are so caught up in our own stuff that we just...”

Starfire blinked slowly, those green eyes casting Robin in an eerie light.

“...I should let you get to sleep,” said Robin, turning on his side away from her.

“Robin?” Starfire piped up and he glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, “I... it’s hard for me, sometimes... to talk about my homeworld, or... or how things on earth can be hard. So many things on earth are so much easier than they were on Tamaran.”

“Like chess,” said Robin, smiling and turning on his back again, interlacing his fingers over his stomach.

“Yes! It is so much easier when you don’t have to spar between turns!” said Starfire, “So... so when things on earth get difficult... it’s... frightening. I love Tamaran, but it was so hard to feel like I belonged there. And I feel like I belong here! My friends are here! And I can help people here! But I also... don’t belong. And it’s... little silly things that no one thinks about, that don’t matter to them--but they matter to me! They look so warm and I want to experience them like you do! But I don’t! And... and...” She pressed her lips together, her eyes taking on a wet shine now. “Perhaps... we should do the sleeping.”

“Can you tell me more about your homeworld tomorrow?” asked Robin, “If you’re comfortable with it?”

A few seconds passed. “Yes,” said Starfire, “Yes I can.”

----

Day 13, 23 hours and 56 minutes in.

“...And that’s why every 14th cycle of the moon, my people celebrate X’halthan!” said Starfire, kneeling on the floor and pointing at a pale magenta holographic projection of a woman surrounded by flames.

“Wow...” Robin was laying on his side, his head propped up by one arm, “That sounds... beautiful.”

“Some of your earth holidays are similar but... “ Starfire trailed off as the holographic projection faded and blipped back into the jewelry box-like device she had set on the floor.

“Not the same?” Robin guessed and Starfire nodded a little.

“But I very much like your Fourth of July! All holidays should have grilled meats and pyrotechnics! And--and the one you told me you celebrated back in Gotham...?”

“Sukkot?”

Starfire nodded. “Why do you not celebrate it here at the tower?”

“Well... I’m not exactly--it was more of Bruce and Kate’s thing,” Robin said, glancing off.

“It’s difficult celebrating these things far from home...” said Starfire, tucking some magenta-orange hair back.

“Gotham’s not...” Robin started but then cut himself off. He thought for a few seconds.“Y’know we can probably use League data from the Green Lantern corps to figure out when we can celebrate X’halthan here on earth.”

Starfire’s face brightened up, but she seemed to catch herself. “The team... has been unreceptive to certain holidays of my people before.”

“Well I’ll boss them around. I’m the spiky haired little micromanager,” said Robin with a shrug.

Starfire snorted a bit.

A beeper suddenly sounded.

“What’s that?” said Starfire.

Robin rifled through his belt and pulled out his communicator which was beeping.

“What..?”

“Congratulations!” bursts of confetti suddenly fluttered around on the other side of the plastic wall. Beast Boy was holding a (presumably vegan) cake and occasionally giving a shrill blow on a party horn, Raven was telekinetically clearing confetti off the floor, and Cyborg popped off on another party popper, sending out another shower of confetti to Raven’s chagrin.

“Happy End-of-Quarantine, you two!” said Cyborg.

“...seriously?” said Robin.

“Yep!” said Cyborg, hitting a panel on his arm. The plastic wall sealing Starfire’s door from the rest of the tower came down.

Beast Boy sniffed the air. “...wow you really funked up her room with the hair gel...” muttered Beast Boy, sniffing before Raven elbowed him and he scrambled to keep the cake level.

“Star’s the picture of health and you two are free to roam about the tower!” declared Cyborg.

“Aaaand?” Robin said, giving Cyborg a suspicious side-eye.

“And you can resume your duties as team leader,” said Cyborg with a slight eye roll.

Robin’s eyes brightened and he grinned. “All right!” he said fist pumping,.

“But first, cake!” said Beast Boy, proudly, “I call it the Quaran-cake! Or the Cake-en-tine. Or the...uh...”

“It’s cake,” said Raven flatly, “Let’s get to the living room.”

“Yeah!” said Beast Boy, already pacing off with Raven hovering behind him.

“Recovering from Dorgnarf has me famished!” said Starfire, eagerly flying after them.

Robin and Cyborg lingered back.

“So?” said Cyborg, “How does freedom feel?”

“Honestly I’m still wrapping my head around it,” said Robin.

“Did you two get to talking...?”

“I may have agreed to us celebrating an alien fire messiah holiday,” said Robin, with a grin.

“Sounds fun,” said Cyborg with a smile.

“But I realized.. I wasn’t just angry because I was stuck in there... I was stuck in there... with me.”

“Oh?” Cyborg glanced at him.

“Yeah it really got me thinking about a lot of stuff--I feel like I lash out at you guys because there’s a bunch of stuff of my own I don’t want to deal with...”

“Oh everyone is well aware of that,” said Cyborg.

Robin scowled a bit at that. “But like... y’know, you’re all aliens or cyborgs or demons or green so I guess I’ve just... shoved stuff down because I thought your issues were bigger,” Robin set his jaw and then tugged at the red shirt of his own costume, “Maybe I’ve been living in the past more than I’ve realized.”

“Well yeah, you came here to get away from being a sidekick, but you’re still wearing the sidekick uniform!” said Cyborg.

Robin blinked a few times. “Yeah...”

“Well... world’s opening up, Rob, you just gotta take it slow.”

“Yeah...” Robin said, “Take it sl--” his nose tickled and he blinked a few times.

“You okay?” said Cyborg.

“I’m fine, just---ah-choo!” Robin sneezed into the crook of his elbow. He pulled his face away and saw a smear of teal on the inside of his arm. His eyes flicked to Cyborg in horror. “Cy?”

But Cyborg already had a panel open on his arm.

“Cyborg, please--I feel fine--” Robin started but Cyborg hit a button and red lights and klaxons started blaring as a plastic wall shot up in the hallway between them.

“How many of these walls do you have!?” said Robin, pressing his hands against the plastic.

“You’d know if you paid attention to the diagram!” said Cyborg.

#teen titans #2003 Robin needs to be bullied more and that is what this fic is #Dickkory #Robstar #OH NO I FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM ALL OVER AGAIN WRITING THIS

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fishstyx · 3 years

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it's always the quiet ones.

featuring. fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

wc. 1.4k

genre. dark/taboo, smut

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

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

Megumi tries not to think about it sober.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you giggle.

A fit of giggles.

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

“I bet we could.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re not laughing anymore.

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

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

And all of a sudden, you feel utterly alone.

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

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

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

It feels impossibly full.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hardens instantly.

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astro-rain · 4 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter eleven - “there’s a reason behind everything”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n endure an event of stressful affliction, followed by something... entrancing.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

It had been a few days. There hadn't been any more headaches or vomiting. He was glad that Y/N faced no more impediments after that. However, he can't say the same for himself.

The thrashing was violent, his limbs wrenching, muscles tensing. The sheet beneath him was damp from cold sweat. He hadn't had a nightmare this bad in a while.

Ghastly memories assaulted him, ripping him from reality and forcing him back into agony, torture, and trauma. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, but he wasn't sure if that was in the nightmare or real life. The lines of reality and dreamscape faded. He couldn't tell if he was awake, and panic metastasized throughout his body.

His arms were strapped down - yes, two of them. He couldn't tell if the other was metal or not; the only thing he could register was that he had zero control. He was exposed and helpless and right back where he was before. He had never gotten out. Hydra still had their chains around his neck, choking the humanity out of him, and violating his autonomy to make a monster out of a man.

He felt like a caged animal. All there existed was terror; he needed to get out and he didn't care if he had to cut off a body part to do it. He jerked his body and pulled his arms as hard as he could. He thrashed and thrashed, desperately trying to somehow find a way out of this hell. He tried to scream but his lungs were frozen, cracked and collapsed from the ice that they defiled him with.

Every nerve in his body was ignited, screeching to try to escape. The only coherent thought in his head was "get out." Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get—

The top of his head suddenly burned, pain radiating out in beats, like a heart rate. It was then when he realized he was awake. It was then when he realized he had flung himself up, causing his head to collide with the wooden slats of the top bunk. It was also at this point when he heard her voice.

"Bucky!" her voice shook intensely, worry bubbling from the back of her throat. "Oh my god."

Faintly, the fear in her voice registered somewhere in the back of Bucky's brain, but this had no effect on his entirely overstimulated nervous system. His reaction was visceral; he flinched hard, jolting away from Y/N and falling off the side of the bed. The floor was cold; he could feel it in his hand and knees as he knelt on all fours (all threes?) trying to catch his breath.

Y/N hurried around the bed and immediately dropped to the floor in front of him. Her hands were quivering in front of her, completely unsure of how he would react to being touched.

His eyes were glued to the floor beneath him, but in his peripheral he could see Y/N's legs. Suddenly, she knelt on her hands, trying to be as non-threatening as she could.

"Buck," she whispered. "It was a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. You're here, and you're just fine."

"Fuck," he whispered. His body was on fire; he wished it'd just calm down.

"Your hand's on the floor. What does the floor feel like?" she asked, in an attempt to detour his attention.

"Cold," he strained.

"Cold, yeah," she said. "Do you know why?"

He shook his head.

"It's because it's made of stone. Stone has a high thermal conductivity, which means it allows heat to flow through it quickly. The heat from your skin goes right into it and flows through really fast."

He pivoted his wrist slightly, smoothing the skin on his hand over the stone, feeling the cold, and thinking about what Y/N said.

She smiled slightly. "There's a reason behind everything, you know. An explanation."

"Even for this?" he asked, referencing the panic.

"Especially for this. What are you feeling right now?"

"Can't breathe."

"Yep. Okay, that's normal, too. That's your nervous system. It's really riled up right now because you're stressed. See, your body has a natural response to stress called the fight or flight response. It's supposed to be used in the wild to run from a predator or something, and you can imagine how engaging and intense that would be on your body," her voice was calm and steady. "The only thing is, your body is going through those same functions and feelings when you're not out running from a lion or something, trying to fight for your life. Instead, you're here. You're sitting on the floor and you're here with me. You're not in any immediate danger. We're fine."

He nodded, still looking down, still trying to compose himself. He couldn't look her in the eyes once he realized his face was wet from tears. He was acutely embarrassed. Be that as it may, she was helping. What she said made sense. It helped to understand just what his body was doing rather than simply trying to survive through it.

Suddenly, directly where his eyes were cast, a drop of crimson appeared on the floor; it dripped down from him. It was then when he registered the sharp ache in his nose and the warm, wet feeling around it. Blood.

"Bucky, there's- blood, are you okay?" The calm in her voice was muffled by worry.

"Y-Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. It's just my nose..."

"What can I do?"

"Can you just... keep talking?"

"Yes," she breathed, the calm returning with infinite softness. "So, there are a few divisions of the nervous system. First, you have the central nervous system and the peripheral nervous system. Then, from the peripheral, you have the somatic and autonomic systems. And then from autonomic, you have the sympathetic and parasympathetic systems. Those are what you're feelin' right now. Your sympathetic is what gets you ramped up - you know, increases in heart rate, breathing, sweating. And then your parasympathetic is what calms you down, so slowing your heart rate and breathing and so on. Your sympathetic activated the fight or flight response, and your parasympathetic is trying to rein you back in... I hope that makes sense."

"It does."

"You know the hormone that gets released during all this?"

"Adrenaline's the only one I can think of."

"There you go!" she smiled. "It comes from the adrenal glands."

"Can I get those removed, then?"

"Unfortunately not. Do you still have your tonsils?"

"Nah, got those taken out forever ago."

"Appendix?"

"I think I still have that one?"

She laughed. "Well that's good. The appendix is sorta kinda part of the lymphatic system."

"The what?"

"Er- immune system I mean."

"Never knew that," he commented.

"There's a reason behind everything, you know," she quoted herself endearingly.

"An explanation," he said, completing the sentiment and finally looking up.

Upon seeing his face, Y/N tried to hide her shock and concern, but he noticed. The apprehension was clear. He didn't want to be pitied; he wished he would've just suffered through this alone in a hole or something.

"There you are," she whispered.

Her voice was so gentle that his chest almost cramped, and then his entire body softened. Never mind. He'd much rather stay.

"Here I am."

She reached forward, ever so delicately, and smoothed the pads of her thumbs along his cheeks, effectively wiping away the tears. Effectively removing the physical aftermath of his pain.

She gave a strained smile. Why did he feel bad?

"Stay here," she instructed before getting up.

He'd do nothing but comply.

She came back with a damp white cloth, returning to her kneeling position in front of him.

"Here," she breathed, putting the cloth up to his nose.

He reached up to grab it, but her hand pulled away.

"I got it," she reassured.

He wasn't about to allow her to clean up his mess. This was pathetic enough as it was; he was pathetic enough as he was. She didn't need to tend to him out of obligation.

He insisted. "No, it's okay. I can do it."

"Bucky, let me help. Please."

"You don't have to. Seriously, it's fine."

"I know I don't have to - I want to. I want to help. Please just let me help."

He found he wasn't very good at saying no to her. He nodded silently, closed his eyes, and leaned his head forward. She got to work, gently dabbing the cloth to his blood stained skin, blotting the red, erasing the damage.

"You know," she said, a slight inflection in her voice as a result of her concentration. "I think you accidentally hit yourself in your sleep. I think that's why you're bleeding. 'Cause your head hit the top bunk, not your face."

"I'm really that talented, huh?"

She snickered. "Very. I don't know if I could manage such a feat."

"No, if you had nightmares, you'd probably just know exactly what each one meant and adjust your subconscious so you weren't afraid anymore."

She leaned back, an amused but shocked expression on her face, eyebrows raised, head tilted. Then she laughed.

"Look at you. Came for my neck with that one."

"I was just joking-"

"I know," she chuckled, leaning back in to continue her diligent work, "don't worry. I thought it was funny... even though it was wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Bucky, I wish I had that much control. I know the brain, but I can't work with mine that well. I'm only good at working with other people's."

He smirked. "Nah, I still think you could."

"Well, you have too much faith in me."

He couldn't think of a response to that. He had become decently distracted by the warmth radiating from her. She was so close. He thought back to what she said about heat conductivity, and briefly wondered how fast her warmth might transfer to him. What would happen if he just... opened his eyes-

Big mistake. He nearly drowned in the color, the depth all consuming. He hadn't noticed her movements stopped. She held the cloth at her chest, waiting. There were mere inches between them.

"Hi," she whispered, the ends of her mouth turning up ever so slightly.

He didn't think his body had ever been so still. He returned the smile all the same.

"Hi."

"What are you thinkin'?"

He could see every detail on her face. It made him equal amounts nervous and giddy. He never really thought about the number of eyelashes an average person had, but he became suddenly interested in counting each one of hers.

"I don't... I don't know..."

"You don't know? Well, it looks like there's at least a couple of hefty thoughts swirlin' around in there."

He did have a thought. Well, more of a question. What would happen if he glanced at her lips? What would happen if he just leaned in?

"Yeah... yeah, there may be a few."

When she didn't respond, her eyes bore into him, and dear lord, he felt bare. Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. Oh, so lovely. And then that thing started to happen again: when time got lazy and the world felt slow. The room was without a sound. The only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat and maybe some of hers, too. It's as if they were in a trance.

Then, that thought returned. What would happen if he just leaned in? Rationally, he knew he shouldn't try to find the answer to that question. Nonetheless, curiosity beckoned him. Had the space between them become smaller? He couldn't tell. Not even an inch of their skin was touching the other, but every sensation and perception was so overwhelming, he thought his brain might fizzle out.

She was just so, so close. He was frozen, and never wanted to move again. She was so close, until suddenly she wasn't. Until suddenly, the trance stopped, time caught up, and the world began to move once more. Until suddenly, Y/N's serene smile disappeared, and she leaned back, awkwardly clearing her throat.

"Does your nose hurt? I can see if I can come up with a makeshift icepack or something."

"Uh, no. No, it's fine. I don't even feel it..."

He wondered which feeling he was denying.

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Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope - Chapter Ten

Michael Langdon X Reader

Summary: Reader and Michael continue to work through their issues and finally start to warm up to each other even further.

Words: 5.9k+ …oops

Warnings: just normal IA warnings (swear words, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, enemies to lovers, slowburn, etc) anddd maybeee a bit of fluff 👁

A/N: hey guys! Sorry I haven’t updated this in a few months but hopefully this is satisfactory hehe. This chapter is kinda a turning point in the fic so I hope u guys like it!! Also I watched Jennifer’s Body as I finished this so.. do what u must w that information 😌 djdjd

Previous Chapter

Rain was never something you were accustomed too. Spending so much time in Los Angeles had made you partially spoiled when it came to the weather - which is why you knew immediately your day was going to be shit when you woke up to rain.

You tried to convince yourself that the emotions you were feeling weren’t complete disdain but rather just a pessimistic version of indifference.. or that’s what you hoped anyway.

You knew realistically that your day wasn’t already doomed before it even started; and that the rain was nothing more than a mere inconvenience.. However; you still felt justified in complaining, considering today was the day you were ripping the band-aide off and moving in to the apartment Michael had oh so graciously chosen to give you.

Your pessimistic mood surrounding the entire situation was inevitable, and that was something you didn’t even bother to resist or fight. It didn’t take long for your thoughts to quickly go south as you quickly packed. Hatred that seemingly came out of nowhere (but that you realistically knew was only temporarily dormant) wasted no time in blinding your judgement - making you feel a nearly nauseating amount of jealousy and anger for people who actually seemed to be fucking happy in their relationships and werent forced into.. whatever shitty living situation you knew you were bound to find yourself in.

An apartment with no strings attached was way too fucking simple, and you knew it was too good to be true. You knew you were basically walking into a trap, and for what reason were you doing that so willingly? Just so that maybe Michael could start to tolerate you? You resented yourself for even agreeing to this but you also understood you really had no other option.

However; personal feelings aside.. you still had a mission to accomplish. You still had to attempt to seduce Michael, and even though you were doing a shit job at that so far - you still had to try. You knew realistically it was only a matter of time before Cordelia would ask about the progress you've made, and you would have to tell her something.

You had to do this.

That's why you were (semi) blindly choosing to move in to a building you knew you absoluetly couldnt afford; and why you were sucking up your pride and choosing to become semi reliant on Michael.

No one from the coven knew, and for the time being you intended to keep it that way. After all, even though Mallory didnt exactly know that Michael gave you a whole ass fucking apartment - your sure she probably suspected that something important happened between you and Michael just from the short conversation you three harbored together. But for the time being, you didnt have to worry about that. You had bigger things that were on your mind.. like the actual apartment door itself that you currently stood in front of.

You held the keys limply in your hand, your bag slumped next to you as you procrastinated something as fucking simple as opening a door. How pathetic.

You continued to stall in the hallway regardless - thankful there was no one passing through to witness how ridiculous you looked. Your gaze fell south down to your keys which were cold in your hand. Dripping slowly with the subtle rainwater that managed to linger on them, along with the rest of your clothes.

Your skin stung from the cold that seemed stubborn to leave, and a nice change of clothes and a hot shower wouldnt be the absolute worst thing in the world..

Fuck.

You bit your lip in order to prevent letting the profanity from rolling off your tongue. Quickly getting a better grip on the keys (which only made you somehow colder) and numbly, hastily unlocking the door.

You pushed it open, letting the door hit the wall and taking a few steps inside before dropping your bag to the floor.. as well as your jaw.

No words could possibly convey how you felt as you noticed how the room was already illuminated with not only natural light from the already huge windows you could see.. but also with a warm, yellow artificial glow.

Was someone already here?

What the fuck?

The hatred and resentment you previously felt toward others earlier rapidly started to return - except this time it was targeted at one very specific person.

It didnt even register in your mind that the light could've been left on by accident or that people besides Michael actually existed that could be present in the room but.. you didnt care. Anger was the only emotion that was solely present in your body as you fully abandoned your bag by the door. Advancing forward; and only feeling more shock and disbelief with every step you took at the thought that he could very possibly be in (what was supposed to be) your space.

"Michael, I swear to God-"

"Y/n?” said a soft, feminine voice.

It was practically automatic how you froze. Just getting close enough to notice that it wasn’t Michael after all that was on your bed in your new studio apartment, but a woman sat on your bed instead.

For about two seconds, you were scared it was Madison but.. that was a stupid assumption within itself. The company you were with was from a far different nature than of which Madison was, even though at first glance the two woman might look or sound similar. There were so many qualities that distinguished Mallory from Madison. Brown, auburn hair.. dark eyeshadow.. and her classic black boots. It didn’t take long for your anger to fade away as you tried to not think about how logically this still didn’t make sense - walking closer to your bed anyway.

"How did you get in here? And since when did you ever break into peoples rooms?" You asked with a laugh.

Mallory echoed your laugh back, seemingly watching you and your behavior. As if she was expecting you to do something or to act a certain way.. like perhaps leave.

"I didnt break into your apartment but.. you should probably sit down." She spoke, before nodding off to her side. Nonverbally suggesting you to sit next to her.

You did as you were told. Noticing briefly before you sat down how nice the apartment actually was.. including the bed.

The walls, and most of everything in the apartment was a solid black. It looked sleek, and even though black paint made most rooms look small - the natural light helped keep things looking open which you appreciated. It was no surprise that the bed matched the dark theme too. The sheets were silky, black satin. You almost laughed at how comfortable the bed was once you sat next to Mallory, the entire situation was so ridiculous it nearly hurt for you to not laugh out loud. The two of you sat in the silence for a moment.. you were each incredibly anxious, that was more than apparent.

You looked up at Mallory, expecting her to speak first and explain herself since after all.. shes the one who broke into your apartment but she still remained quiet.. Stalling, you could only guess.

"So, why are you here? How did you even get in here? Is everything okay?" You asked, your words speedy and rushed.

Panic started to temporarily set in when you realized that something could be serisouly wrong with the coven, even though you knew how completly irrational it was to think that way with no evidence. What if witch hunters found them? What if someone preformed the seven wonders and it went wrong? What if the plan had suddenly changed with Michael?

Mallory seemed to pick on how anxious you suddenly were, putting a hand on your upper arm before making you meet her gaze. Her soft, hazel brown eyes immeadietly making your breathe slow. That was another reason you were so thankful for Mallory - the soothing, calming effect she seemed to have on everyone she met was something you never took for granted.. Espically now.

"Hey, nothing's wrong and nothing happened. I promise. I just wanted to see you and talk to you, and I figured we should catch up after Michael basically made me leave," Mallory explained.

You quickly nodded. Feeling guilt start to creep into your system once you remembered how Michael previously treated her.

"Yeah, youre right. I've been wanting to see you anyway and I'm sorry I didnt just call you last night or something.. and I know I cant control him but I'm still sorry for how Michael treated you. I shouldn't have brought you into that-"

"(Y/n), stop," Mallory said urgently. Shaking her head slightly in disagreement with your words. "Sure, Michael was acting like a dick but.. it's nothing I'm not exactly accustomed too. It was harmless," she ended her words with a smile. One that was meant to comfort you both at the epiphany her words brought.

You sat with her words for a moment. The realization suddenly hitting you like a truck-

"Wait.. what? Do you know Michael?"

Mallory fell completely silent. Looking at you almost in a.. guilty manner. Her gaze fell downwards before she looked up to meet yours once more, licking her lips anxiously before she uttered out a quiet reply.

"I wasnt going to tell you because I knew it would make you upset but.. Michael called me last night-"

"And you answered?" Your voice raised up a few octaves unwillingly. Threatening to break as you tried to process what you were hearing.

As much as you wanted to immeadietly jump to conclusions, you had to remind yourself that this was Mallory you were talking too. Your best friend, Mallory. You knew she would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

You noticed Mallory was also starting to get tense. Her spine suddenly a bit too straight and her shoulders were rigid. It was nice to know you werent the only person in this situation who was feeling this way, although you would be lying if you were to say that you werent curious for why Mallory felt tense.

"At first, no but he kept calling so I figured it would cause no harm to see what he wanted so, I answered," Mallory said cautiously.

It was obvious she had more to say and as much as you wanted her to keep talking and fully explain herself - you were more than happy that you didnt have to cut her off again. It was too much. This was too much.

You pinched the bridge of your nose before loudly exhaling with a shallow growl. Not really caring that it probably was coming off like you were mad at Mallory when in reality, that wasn’t the case. Mallory wasn’t the problem; you were really just beyond fucking pissed at Michael.

But at this point.. that wasnt new news.

"I told him that we shouldnt be talking, but he insisted," Mallory continued with a shrug.

You tried to sit up straight again; trying to exhale some of the pure fucking anger that was currently coursing through your system. Your vision was spotted black when you opened your eyes - your gaze pointed upwards at the smooth, blank ceiling. Quickly wishing that you were anywhere else, or really anyone else at the moment.

What you wouldnt kill to swap bodies again.. but then again, who knows what the hell Michael was currently doing at the moment.. He couldnt be trusted.

That was more than obvious now.

You should've known that he would contact Mallory, but how he even got her number was beyond you.. Unless-

"How did he even get your number?" You asked. Your tone strikingly calm.

Mallory looked incredibly spooked when your head suddenly snapped over to look at her. As if she was worried you were angry at her still, and as much as you wanted to reassure her otherwise, you really didnt have the energy to do so anymore. Not at the moment anyway.

"You can't be mad when I tell you the answer, okay?" She said softly.

Your features immeadietly softened at her words. The rest of your body relaxed as well; your shoulders dropping and your jaw unclenching.

"Mallory, I could never be mad at you. You could never piss me off, i'm just.. frustrated at Michael. It's not at you, I swear," you said. Trying your best to make your words sound reassuring and genuine.

Mallorys reaction wasnt one that was verbal but immeadite nonetheless. Her arms suddenly shot out and wrapped themselves around you. Her body temporarily pressing into yours as your hands went to her back, before she quickly broke the hug.

"Promise?" Mallory prompted. Brown eyes looking diligently into yours.

"Yeah.. I promise. Just tell me what that idiot did,” you said halfheartedly.

"So.. I've had his number for a while. Not for too long but just since you two switched. But, we never really talked," Her voice stalled as she watched your reaction. Your mouth grew dry as you really tried to let it sink in that they've known eachother since- well for atleast a week. "But I knew immeadietly that it wasnt you.. that day. I'm sorry I lied, but Michael made me promise."

"Why didnt you just tell me?"

Mallory looked at you in a guilty manner. Her lips pursing shut as she looked solemnly at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. You knew exactly why she was being quiet - she didnt want to admit why she had lied but.. the answer was pretty obvious.

Even though Mallory was one of the strongest witches - almost stronger than Cordelia on some days, she still was scared of Michael and that was nothing worth holding a grudge over. After all he was still the antichrist, no matter how (mostly) harmless and idiotic he seemed to you now.

"Okay.. I guess that doesnt really matter," you admitted with a laugh. Figeting with your hands as you heard a shallow laugh omit also from Mallory, which made you smile. The shallow pit that resided in your stomach finally starting to let up. "But.. What did he call you about last night?"

Mallory hesitated again before giving you another subtle smile.

"It was mostly about you.. I know how you feel about him y/n, but its working. I promise you. Hes finally warming up to you. I just wish you could hear how he talks about you,” she spoke. Taking your hands into her soft, warm ones.

"I wish I believed that," You admitted.

"I wouldnt lie to you. Hes finally starting to warm up to you, plus it was obvious yesterday-"

"Yeah; It was obvious how strong he was coming onto you."

Mallory laughed again at your words. Shaking her head slightly in protest.

“Y/n you know that’s not true. The only reason why he was flirting with me was just to get to you.. I thought that was obvious.”

“It was obvious I just.. didn’t know that you knew that. I mean, Michael has Madison.. or he did so you think that would at least satisfy his flirting needs for a bit but.. Michael faking to be interested in you, that would mean he wanted a reaction out of me on purpose? Why would he-“

“You know why. You need to start cutting yourself slack and realize that maybee this rivalry is starting to be one sided.”

You pouted at her words at the realization that they actually held more truth in them than you were willing to admit. If Michael didn’t hate you anymore, if he was truly actually willing to be civil.. then why were you still so upset? Were you the one who was unintentionally causing problems now? Was it now you instead of Michael that was holding the relationship back?

How fucking stupid.

“I can’t trust him, Mallory. How can I when he and Madison literally tried to kill me. I can never forget that they did that to me.”

“I’m not asking you to forget what he did, y/n. I’m just saying that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to start having an open mind around him, and see where it gets you.”

You were struck silent, knowing that Mallory was completely right. If you wanted to have any hope at all of making things right with Michael (even though you really didn’t do anything wrong..) you would have to try a different approach because obviously; what you were doing now wasn’t working. Being snarky, and vaguely threatening him every chance you got was fun of course but- it wasn’t working. Even though Mallory was probably the sweetest person you knew, the fact your own best friend had to (very politely) make a intervention was.. not a good sign. Although, you knew Mallory was doing this for your best interest because if she didn’t say anything, then Cordelia certainly would.

And sadly, Mallory was actually right.

If you wanted things with Michael to advance any further; or to advance at all you needed to step things up but, you could always worry about that after Mallory left.

“So what, are you guys besties now or something?” You sneered.

“Shut up!” Mallory said with a laugh, playfully pushing you over a bit. “He’s barely even my acquaintance. The only reason he’s being nice to me is just to get to you, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean that’s the goal-“

“Do you think that’s the only reason?” You interrupted.

Your throat automatically tightened after you spoke, the threat of your words potentially being true coaxing you to silence. Your not sure why the thought of Michael using you made you upset.. it’s not as if you didn’t think he was doing it before but this time it was different. Perhaps it was because you finally thought Michael actually had some type of interest in you.. and to have that suddenly ripped away?

That would leave you beyond broken.. you knew that for certain.

Mallory looked at you solemnly, as if she was already resenting her words before she had to say them outloud.

“Look, I don’t exactly know Michaels intentions and I’m not going to pretend too.. I don’t really think anyone does at this point but I do know that regardless of your feelings, or even his feelings that.. you have to try.”

You let out a loud exhale.

“I mean you said it yourself.. Michaels so unpredictable, there’s no point in guessing how he feels so.. maybe I should just.. ask him?”

Realistically you didn’t know how good of a idea that was- but.. trying to remain realistic was something you gave up on days ago. Pretty much the same day you switched and that definitely wasn’t a coincidence by any means.

As soon as Mallorys mouth opened, you heard three loud knocks. Quick and rapid with no hesitation between them. The apartment nearly shook with the force of whoever happened to be at your door, and you certainly didn’t doubt that your neighbors heard the knocking as well.

Mallory looked at you in utter confusion, but stayed on the bed nonetheless with no sign of getting up. Naturally, you found yourself scooting closer to the end of the bed, knowing it was you who was going to have to get the door.. and that made you scared shitless. Not because you were necessarily scared to open the door but because you had a horribly bad feeling on who was on the other side.. There was only one person that you knew of that was aware of where you lived, and you knew it wasn’t matience or staff.

You knew standing up was the logical thing to do but you still stalled. Hands starting to painfully dig into the soft, expensive sheets that lie underneath you. You mouthed a silent, ‘what the fuck?’ to Mallory but your head snapped back at the door..

Three more knocks which were only louder and more persistent than the last.

“Coming!” You quickly called out.

It was pure anxiety that fueled your next actions. You quickly stood up from the bed, trying to walk hurriedly to the door as fast as you could and trying your damn best not to think.. Hoping Mallory also had a idea of who was at the door and also happened to get the fuck out of view.

You didn’t want a repeat of yesterday happening again today, and you knew you wouldn’t hesitate to slap Michael if he tried to flirt with her again. Even though, you knew you weren’t supposed to act like that anymore.. but why should you have manners if Michael refused them as well?

Opening the door swiftly and without a second thought; you stood breathless as you saw a familiar blonde standing in front of you.

You both stared at each other at first - each not daring to have the balls to say ‘hello’ or anything else for that matter.. You noticed how Michael first eyed you up, fully looking up and down your body (as well as peering behind you, hopefully not making eye contact with Mallory). You made a point to just look into Michaels eyes, refusing to do what he was doing.. whatever the fuck that truly was.

“How did you know I would be here?” You breathed.

“I knew it was just a matter of time before you’d come, but it also never hurt to charm the hotel staff a bit,” Michael responded swiftly without a second beat, almost as if he anticipated your words. His lips upturned slightly at the edges, in a way that nearly made your stomach sick.

“The hotel staff-?!”

“I have connections everywhere y/n, I thought you knew that,” he sneered.

He brushed past you as you continued to stand in shock. Your mouth slightly falling open as Michael took a few steps into your apartment - looking curiously around, almost as if he knew Mallory was here..

“I did.. I think that’s obvious,” you shot back hurriedly. “But thank you for the apartment again, Michael. I still feel weird taking it but it is nice I’ll admit,” you continued. Hoping to make him turn around to look back at you and hopefully not find Mallory.. Which worked. At least for a few seconds at least.

Michael made direct eye contact with you for a moment, almost as if he wanted to speak but was deliberately choosing not too. Instead he turned around, walking in deeper in the apartment.

Your mouth immediately dropped open - your feet carried yourself forward as you started to feel a bit numb with shock- not knowing even in the slightest how you were going to handle the situation if Mallory didn’t fucking move.

Sure enough..

“You always manage to linger.. don’t you?” Michael spoke.

It took only a couple steps for you to fully realize he wasn’t speaking to you. You only saw his backside as you approached them. Quickly meeting Mallorys gaze as you came into view.. Her brown eyes darker than ever as she peered up at you.

This time it is nearly impossible to distinguish whether she looked in agony from Michaels appearance or yours; since you apparently interrupted them. Her gaze quickly returned back to meet Michaels before you could think anything of it.

“I’m not here to see you, Michael.” Mallory announced. Her tone harsher than what you were expecting what apparent friends would use.. Were they even really friends?

Mallory suddenly stood up while Michael was still standing a few feet in front of her. Making eye contact with Michael for a split second before almost ducking around him before she stood in front of you.. leaving Michael speechless behind her. She quickly hugged you, her arms only embracing you for a split second before leaving. It was obvious she was in a hurry to leave now but.. you weren’t sure exactly why.

“I should get going, you and Michael have a lot to talk about,” she subtly smiled before turning to leave.. not letting you reply or have any sort of reaction to her words.

You stood solemnly as you heard Mallory’s footsteps gradually go farther away, before hearing the door open and close. You watched Michaels back as he refused to turn around.

“How was your nice chat with Mallory?”

“Why are you asking? Am I not allowed to see her or something?” You bit back. Your words possibly twice as venomous as his were.

Michael hastily turned around, looking at you with utter disbelief. His blue eyes looking into yours, as if he was suddenly surprised by your tone and how you were acting - as if his behavior didn’t proceeded yours.

“You need to relax,” he snapped. He approached you until he was right in front of you. “I wasn’t asking because I’m trying to control you, I know that’s what your thinking,” His words fell soft until they were nearly inaudible. “I just wanted to ask what she talked to you about.”

“About us?” You prompted.

“Well what else would she be talking to you about,” he snickered. His words spoken as more of a statement than a question. His laughter quickly dwindled off after he saw how rigid your frame suddenly looked. “Kidding. For the most part.. she said she was going to talk to you, and I figured I should actually speak to you this time rather than her.”

“Are you.. actually trying to trust me, Michael Langdon?” You teased. A smile, as well as laughter escaped from your lips at the mere thought.

Even though the thought was amusing on its own, you still didn’t completely trust him. Even now when he had Mallorys trust (for the most part), you still didn’t doubt that he had a ulterior motive.

Michael finally stepped back, hesitantly breaking eye contact before inaudibly beckoning you to follow him.

“I’m trying, just like how I told you I would,” He hauntingly reminded you.

You followed him silently to the long leather couch that sat by the overly expansive windows. Sitting down next to him in a way that felt almost too casual.. but being casual around Michael and not borderline fearing for your life was something you would have to adjust too.

You noticed how he instantly slipped his shoes off; drawing up his feet on the couch.. his arms and as well the rest of him contained. Away from you.

“So if your trying.. now,” you suggested uncertainly. “Then.. tell me why you came here to talk suddenly again? I mean why not just go through Mallory again like you’ve doing previously?”

“(Y/n), please. Take me seriously and just trust me for once,” His words came out quick and stern as he spoke them. “I was being serious yesterday, as well as all the other times when I told you I wanted to start.. putting effort in and trying.”

You stared at Michael utterly dumbfounded.. Feeling a bit hopeless that you actually felt almost.. touched by his words. That’s if he was actually being serious, anyway.

“What does trying mean to you?” You asked carefully. Your mind naturally went back to Madison.. were they even broken up yet? Was that even something that Michael was willing to do for you, and how was that something you could just ask? “What about-“

“Madison’s fine. She’s fine.. with everything,” he replied hesitantly.

You simply ignored the fact that he seemed to pick up what you were talking about almost immeadietly.. focusing on rather the latter part of the sentence.. that she was okay with everything?

“So she knows? That you’re here?”

“Yeah. She knows but that’s besides the point. Madison isn’t a part of the equation anymore, I don’t want to talk about her,” He spoke as if his words were final and not to be argued with, but his tone wasn’t angry. He was just done.. and you were too.

You wish that wasn’t the case though. Cutting Madison off didn’t sit right with you in the slightest, and it would definitely have to be something that would have to be mended later. That was a given.

Madison and Michaels relationship was far too close for them to suddenly split and remain like that forever - it was temporary, but so is everything really. That shouldn’t phase you but - it still managed too.

“Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ you started.

“It’s fine. I knew you would ask.. She’s the reason why I’m here actually,” His eyes broke contact and averted down to his hands. “I don’t mean that as in I’m not here to see you but, it was something she said that brought me here.” He continued, his voice almost growing soft now at just the mention of his ex girlfriend.. and now, you felt like you actually were starting to understand his point of view. Not fully but, it was clear that Michael was trying to be more open with you, and this time he wasn’t ‘fake’ drunk.

It took nearly everything in you to not immeadietly retort but just like the night where you were at the party; you tried to fully hear him out since this was apparently one of the few times he was being civil.

“So Madison gave you advice and you actually took it?” You said while laughing softly. Trying to lighten the mood since Michael seemed to be brooding.

Michael didn’t laugh back but instead his gaze flickered up to meet yours for a moment. The corners of his mouth upturning in a shallow smile that only lasted for a few seconds.

“I did because it made sense.” He said, his tone still remaining serious. You noticed how careful he was being with his words.. something that was typical for Michael to do but this time it seemed a bit too deliberate. You wanted to ask what exactly Madison even told him to do but.. that felt wrong. “It was also the right thing to do.. Being close to you is something I should’ve done a while ago, probably immeadietly-“

“But what’s in the past; stays in the past. And since your so adamant about being close to me.. we can always try now,” you cut in.

Michael continued to sit a good distance away from you; you thought it was ironic how he could talk about wanting to get close with you but wouldn’t dare to move any closer. That thought made your pride a little bit too happy.

Right before he could open his mouth to say something; his phone rang. The sound suddenly earsplitting and blaring but Michael didn’t bother to flinch. Instead he stood up and answered his phone.. making sure to nearly trek across the apartment before he said anything into the phone.

You stretched and casually examined him as he talked, you had a feeling who it was on the line..

After how tense things were with Mallory - you knew they probably weren’t going to be on friendly terms anytime soon.. especially in front of you. And judging by how.. oddly relaxed he seemed (yet timid when he caught your gaze and realized you were staring), it had to be one person.

You were about to sink back into the couch and try your best to not speculate what they were talking about, but before you could fully turn - you realized Michael was sauntering towards you.. clearly still on the phone.

Oh fuck.

Before you could ask what was wrong, the look he gave you alone ushered you to silence.

He quickly held the phone away from his ear. A quick glance at the screen confirmed that the call was still active.

“You said you forgive Madison.. right?” He spoke lowly. His words barely audible, more so mouthing the words than actually speaking them.

You looked at him with a expression you’re sure looked as if you were furious but you were really just completely confused. You wanted to ask but.. there was no time if she was on the phone, but knowing what you were about to get yourself into would also be nice to know.

His eyes had since lost the sharpness that had nearly cut you earlier, instead swarming with urgency and a bit of panic.. It had to be Madison. The only person that could ever have that effect on Michael was Madison.

You simply nodded in response. Not trusting yourself to speak quietly outloud but you also didn’t exactly trust your response because it wasn’t exactly truthful, but Michael seemed to be level headed.. for now.

Michael immeadietly turned and held the phone back up to his ear, this time staying in closer proximity and within ear shot. Putting on his shoes as he continued to hold the conversation he was having.

“Okay

...

So when are you coming?

...

Great, see you then. . . Bye.”

If you didn’t just hear the words that you thought you had heard.. you knew under normal circumstances your heart would’ve ached when you realized how Michael hesitated before he said goodbye, most likely catching himself before he said ‘I love you’. Instead though, you felt a gruesome wave of nausea suddenly rise through you.. urging you to shakily stand up and speak without thinking.

“She’s coming to see you?”

Michael barely gave you a second glance as he turned around and started to head for the front door of the apartment.

“Yes. You’ll be seeing her too, don’t worry.” He spoke before he quickly let the door shut behind him.

You continued to stand, utterly speechless.

Part of you wanted to run after him and the other part merely wanted to scream in anger that he had already made fucking plans but instead you felt numb. Numb and calm.

You returned to your bag and unpacked, trying your best to not let your emotions consume you like they previously had too many times.. until you finally broke down and called Mallory.

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hawksugarbaby · 4 years

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Todoroki x reader- one hell of a reunion

Smut

Chapter included: hair pulling, loud sex, implications of cuckolding

Todoroki watched amused knowing it didn't matter who fucked you best, he loved you, and you loved him, it had been obvious since first year. He watched you be carried off by Kirishima on his shoulder and you cupped your hands around your mouth "YOUR A CUCKOLD!" you shouted to the heterochromatic and he shook his head. So immature. "I GET TO GO NEXT YOU FUCKING EXTRA'S!" "Kaachan the world doesn't revolve around you!" "QUIET DEKU"

The boys were gathered around a table staring at your silhouette talking to your former teachers who were asking about your studies in university. The hero course was having a reunion, 10 years after they left to go off on their own, some had gone straight to setting up their own agencies, some going on to be sidekicks for more popular heroes but you? You were a special case. You never cared for becoming a hero, mostly just following the path laid out for you by your mother so you decided that before you stepped into the mould created for you, you would go to university and study (f/s) much to your mother's dismay so that you had something to fall back on if you decided hero work wasn't for you.

You had always been attentive in class, never missing a note or a class and used all your free time to study, you were as sweet as a Carmel apple and always had a childlike innocence around you but it seemed like too much to many of the 1-A boys, even midoriya was sceptical of your innocence. Which led all the boys to tonight, each one determined to discover the real you. The girls always seemed oblivious to how sickly your personality was assuming it was just a purity no one else possessed but the boys knew it was saccharine.

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips" kaminari took a swig off his spiked punch and all the boys nodded in agreement, well most of which. Todoroki didn't understand why everyone was so hung up on this, of course, you were the most gorgeous person in existence to him and your personality brought a liveliness to the room no one else could offer, so why did they want to discover if it was untrue? Why couldn't they let you just be sweet and innocent, honey voice and butterscotch smooth skin, you were so perfect. "Yeah, but how are any of us going to find that out?" Kirishima pondered and Mineta stepped into the conversation "didn't (y/n) have a huge crush on todoroki? Like unable to keep her eyes off him crush?"

The boys nodded remembering how often you had made conversation with him compared to the other boys and some scowled at the memory "but we don't know if she still does?" Kirishima added and midoriya cleared his throat grabbing the table's attention "your about to do some analysis shit aren't you" bakugo rolled his eyes and urged him on with his hand. "Sh-she's wearing red earrings and a silver necklace with red rubies in it the same as todoroki's hair, her dress is dark blue and silver like his hero costume and finally..." he pointed to your hand "she clearly has a shoto phone case and her ankle has a tattoo of a melting snowflake..."

The boys sat, stunned at Deku's analysis and todoroki turned a bright pink and drew his attention from you to the other boys at the table "I really don't want to be involved in this" he lied and a collective groan of annoyance was barely heard over the pulsing music "fine... but I have no idea what i'm doing so don't bla-" "just go you fucking lovesick puppy" bakugo pushed him forward and todoroki stumbled into the conversation with their old teachers.

You slowly turned to see him, your face slowly turning red from the unexpected intrusion of your longtime crush. "Ah! young todoroki, nice to see you join us!" all might grinned, his frail frame half the size of todoroki. "It's nice to see you too sir, I hope you're doing well," he said with a kind tone that made you swoon "hey todoroki, how's it going?" you asked hiding your nerves with a cheery tone, "i'm doing quite well, how are your studies going (y/n)?" he asked looking back to the table of boys who were staring intently at your conversation "they're going amazing! I never want to leave it's so fun and i'm learning so much" you gave a toothy grin and the boys at the table rolled their eyes not believing your desire to learn. "That's really good. I actually came over to ask if you wanted to dance?" he asked and pointed to the flashing dancefloor filled with students "wait you dance?" you giggled and he shrugged "not really but this punch is 100 per cent filled with alcohol" he chuckled and you chuckled waving goodbye to your teachers and getting swallowed in the crowd of dancing students.

At first, it was slightly awkward, neither of you sure how to approach each other but eventually you got more comfortable, the alcohol hitting your systems and the thumping music encouraging your bodies to move together "I never really took you as a reunions guy!" you shouted over the music "well there are some things I wanted to see again!" he shouted back, he gained some confidence twirling you so your back was facing him and he pulled you closer to him leaning into your shoulder "like what?" you grinned, grinding your ass against his crotch "mm, my dorm is looking pretty enticing right now?" he offered nibbling on the shell of your ear, he could see the boys watching with wide eyes and flushed faces out his peripherals and his hands travelled up your front resting just below the swell of your chest.

"Won't other people be living there?" you said reaching behind you to palm his hardening cock through his trousers making his face burn hotter than his flames "no, they scrapped the dorms once the league was disbanded, now they're all big empty buildings. But some of us asked to keep our rooms intact in case we need to do undercover work and can't stay in our homes" he explained and you nodded, swallowing thickly. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you span round wrapping one arm around his neck, the other continuing to palm his cock. "I see, and you just so happen to be one of those heroes?" you asked biting your lip, your eyes fell to his and he tilted your chin up looking at you with a soft smile but a deviousness glimmered in his lust glazed eyes "if you bite your lip one more time I'll bite it for you" he growled. His threatening words went straight to your throbbing cunt, his low voice making your stomach do flips.

"Let's check out that dorm room then huh?" you asked grabbing his collar and dragging him past the boy's table with an innocent wave. "I'll bring him back soon! I wanted to show todoroki something but I left it in my car" you fake pout and they slowly nod "and you need todoroki to go with you?" kaminari raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot "aw would you like to come too kaminari?" you teased glancing down for a split second before his mouth could open todoroki slammed the door open pushing you forward by the small of your back and a low growl urged you forward. "Sorry, maybe you'll take me up on that later" you shout "no she won't" todoroki argued and you left the building with a chuckle.

It was a good 5-minute walk to the UA dorms, the cold evening air flew through you and the lamplight glowed signalling moths to meet their burning demise. You opened the heavy door and you switched the unused lights on. The floorboards groaned and cobwebs lived in the corners stringing across the windows, the room smelled old and musky but the familiar memories of Christmas on the couch lived on as visions. He quickly led you to his room and opened the much more pristine door, his room was cleaner than the rest of the house and his bedsheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed. "Come here often?" you joked and he shrugged not fully understanding.

You didn't bother locking the door, no one else would be around anyway and you tugged the hem of his shirt "impatient are you?" he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it in the corner. "Why would you ever think such a thing?" you gasped and stepped out of your dress kicking it near his shirt and you lay sprawled on his bed on your stomach "the fact you're already on the bed for me is a sure sign" he chuckled lowly and kneeled between your leg's rubbing you through your soaked panties "your dripping wet for me (y/n)," he said bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers. He made quick work of your underwear and rubbed your clit slowly making you groan, your hips bucked and he snickered "you're so desperate, you look so pretty all laid out for me like this" he complimented and you bit your lip squeezing your eyes shut burying your face in his pillow.

He spread your legs further and pushed 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. They slipped in easily but it was a tight fit, your sighs were swallowed by the pillow and he drank in the sight in front of him appreciating the art that was your body. He moved his calloused fingers quickly dragging his fingers along your walls and flicked his thumb over your clit. He left wet kisses along your spine and nibbled on the lobe of your ear, your whines raised in pitch as he moved his fingers faster inside your hole, your slick dripping down his hands and he groaned at the sight. He fisted his throbbing hard cock with his other hand each moan and whimper going straight to his dick "do you think you can handle a third baby girl?" he asked. You mewled savouring the sounds of your new nickname "no but do it anyway" you urged.

Your conflicting words made him hesitate but he slid a third finger into your soaked pussy. It was incredibly tight, his fingers stretched you out more than you thought and you cried your hands fisted the pillows and he moved his fingers agonizingly slow but his thumb circled your clit at incredible speed. "Holy shit todo i'm cumming" you screeched fucking yourself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly. you convulsed under him and came all over his fingers, a sight etched into his memory eternally. "Look at that" he chuckled sticking his fingers out in front of you to clean them off, you swirled your tongue around his digits tasting yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

The tip of his erection blushed pink and gleamed with the beads of precum pearling at the tip "are you on the pill?" he asked and you nodded. He guided his throbbing cock into your pussy and he groaned feeling the warmth swallow his rational thought "holy fuck" he groaned staying still for a minute "are you okay todo?" you asked, turning your head to see him better "y-your just really warm 'nd you're so fucking tight" his words left goosebumps on your skin and you gripped the bedsheets "god, fuck please move todoroki I need you so much" you begged, tears welling in your eyes and black drips of mascara smeared on the pillow.

He calmed his shallow breathing and began thrusting at a relatively slow pace. His hands gripped your hair and pulled slightly "ah! Todoroki! F-fuck please go faster" you cried moaning loudly. All your highschool fantasies paled in comparison to what was happening. He sped up his thrusts keeping his grip on your hair and you moved your hips back fucking yourself on his cock while he thrust quickly. He pulled your hair and a carnal moan was ripped from you, he had to stop and use all his will not to cum right then and there. That sound. That moan. He caused that just by...

he yanked your hair and you cried out again, the sensation was thrilling, your chest being pulled up and hair being pulled, it hurt, your ribs and stomach burned but it felt so good having him pull you back with just his hand, strings of moans escaped your lips and he licked his lips "you like that?" he asked and your heaved breaths were interrupted with soft whines "yes fuck yes please fuck me harder todo" you pleaded and his eyes shot open. His grip on your hair tightened and he slammed his cock back into you, he tugged your hair straining your neck as he pounded ruthlessly into your soaking cunt. He wore a shit-eating smirk excited about this new discovery, he leaned forward pulling you back like your hair was a leash and whispered and your ear "I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys about how good I fucked you, they'll never even get to experience it" his words made you tremble the pleasure he inflicted in your body bubbling in your stomach, your juices dribbled down his cock.

"Oh I don't know, kaminari might take me up on the offer" you teased, sewing seeds of jealousy under his skin, he growled his grip on your hair tightening with a vicious glare. His dual coloured eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils and he angled his cock so he was hitting your g-spot. The sounds coming from you were lewder than anything he had imagined, your moans filled the dorms the squelching sounds and the skin slapping on skin echoed in a perfect rhythm. "You think kaminari could fuck you like this babygirl?" he snarled (yes) moving his other hand to your clit flicking his thumb over it quickly and you gasped followed by a mewl "NO! God fuck no todoroki no one can fuck me like you do!" you bit your lip holding back your moans "what did I say about you biting your lip" he growled and turned your neck forcefully capturing your lips in his.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. The sensation of him pulling your hair, biting your lip, and slamming his hips against yours, fucking you so carelessly became too much and you erupted. A sinful moan fell from your lips and a pathetic whimper of his name hung on the tip of your tongue, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back the rest of your body fell forward, suspended by his hand grasping your hair as you came on his cock. His fingers collected some of your cum and he sucked the nectar from his fingers. You uttered a string of curses as he continued fucking himself into your overstimulated cunt.

He buried his length inside of you and released with a guttural moan shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. He stilled catching his breath before pulling out and tucking his flaccid cock back into his boxers. He looked at you fucked out on the bed and chuckled lowly "was that good (y/n)?" he said wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you back once again. You purred and attempted a nod "i'm babygirl now sorry I don't know who (y/n) is" your scratchy voice cracked, throat raw from screaming and he smirked "mhm you fucked me so good" you continued and pointed to your dress. "Wait you want to go back to the party?" he asked looking at the raving lights of hall Gamma through his window "mhm" you confirmed and attempted to stand only to collapse back onto the floor "I don't know how much more "dancing" I'll be doing though" you chuckled.

He handed you your dress and panties then a thought crossed his mind and he snatched his panties back off of you. Stuffing them in his pocket. "Todoroki... I need those back" you emphasised the need showing off your red pussy dripping with your combined cum "no I don't think you do" he gave you a lopsided grin and zipped your dress back up for you "you have to go through the rest of the party like this" he said and you panicked "consider it a punishment for flirting with kaminari" he growled and picked you up hoisting you onto his back, not caring about how much mess got on his shirt, he could just cover the mess with his jacket when he got back.

He set you down when you reached the doors and put his arms through his suit jacket to hide the wet patch on his shirt. He helped you into the building no one paying attention to your entrance except the table of boys who had been waiting impatiently for an hour and a half. All fantasising about what you were doing with todoroki, each wishing it was them, all hiding their lap with their jackets. They looked you up and down sucking in a breath at the sight of your exasperated form, completely fucked out and hanging onto todoroki like he was life support, all eyes especially attracted to the white fluid trickling down your leg.

Todoroki set you on the booth seat with the rest of the table and you prayed they don't put the UV lights on you curled up and pulled your fur jacket over your legs so no one would see the mess under your dress. "None of you. Will ever be able to fuck me like that" you pointed to the boys who collectively smirked "that sounds like a challenge sweet cheeks" bakugo's hands popped singing his suit jacket. You sat up slowly and squinted your eyes sizing them up. "Bring it" you muttered and it was a race to get to you first.

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bakugoukatsukiswife · 4 years

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Use Me

Words: 2K

Warnings: Overstimulation, smut, 18+.

Pairings: Female Reader x Sub! Hawks

You gently tapped your fingers against the glass table, letting out an exhale of breath as you looked down at your phone. It’s not like you would normally be this disappointed at your boyfriend-the number two hero at that-to miss dinner that you had reservations for. But this time it was different, since with Hawks working all the time, you barely got any alone time with him anymore. He was the one who had made the reservations at this upscale restaurant in Japan, and bought you a new dress to wear just for the occasion.

You downed the rest of the wine that you had ordered before relieving the waiter of his duty with a generous tip, your blood boiling slightly as you went outside to hail a cab to take you to your shared apartment with Hawks. You made sure to stop at the liquor store on your way home and order the most expensive bottle of wine with Keigo’s credit card before getting back in the cab, finally arriving at your apartment.

“Good evening Miss (Y/N)! How was your anniversary dinner with-.” The normally enthusiastic front door man started, but stopped when he saw your sour expression. You got in the elevator before hitting the button to the penthouse, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cool metal of the elevator. Always had to show out with everything he had, that Keigo. You walked inside the apartment, the lights turning on to a low dim as you walked in and to the bedroom to shed out of the dress and into a satin set of PJs.

“Damn him,” you muttered to yourself as you walked to the kitchen, grabbing your favorite ice cream before plopping down on the leather couch and turning on some romance anime. Might as well swoon over boys that didn’t exist that were more perfect than real men, right? You spooned the ice cream in your mouth, uncorking the bottle of wine before shrugging and drinking it straight from the source. You heard your phone ping and you looked down to see a notification from a local news article talking about Hawks rescuing a young, attractive woman before taking her home-after escorting her around Tokyo all day and night. If your blood wasn’t boiling before, it sure as hell was now.

“Hawks, being the charmer as always,” you scoffed as you drank more of the wine, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol flooding through your system. Your ears perked up as you heard the sliding glass window from the living room balcony slide open and Hawks’ feet land quietly on the hardwood floor.

“I can hear you, bird boy,” you said, bitterness in your voice as you got up to put the ice cream away. You took another drink of the wine, cursing yourself for the way your heart melted at seeing those familiar golden eyes that you loved so much. You licked the melted sugary treat off the spoon before tossing it in the sink, eyebrow raised as Hawks came over to you.

“Hey baby. Listen, about tonight-.” Hawks started but you held a hand up, stopping him.

“Nope. I don’t want to hear it.” You said as you walked past him, hearing as Hawks let out a sigh.

“(Y/N), I know I fucked up. Work had let me off but they needed me to come in anyway and work a few hours.” He said and you turned to face him, noticing the flowers in his hand. “I know you’ve already seen the articles talking about me and that woman, but I had to keep an eye on her so the League wouldn’t get her. She had a very unusual quirk,” Hawks said softly and you knew that he was being serious. He never talked about work with you, it was too dangerous. But you knew that him sharing even this with you was dangerous in itself. You sighed as you looked back at him before moving your head in a ‘follow me’ motion to let him know you weren’t kicking him to the couch tonight.

You slowly settled down into the bed, relishing in the feel of the satin sheets and the plush pillows behind you.

“Baby, let me make it up to you. Please?” Hawks said, and you could hear the way his voice took on a tone of urgency. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but the way he was practically pleading with you made a heat form in your stomach. “I’ll do anything.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked over at Keigo, a small smirk forming on your face. “Anything?” You questioned and watched as Hawks simply nodded. Wanting to dea; with your frustrations from tonight, you grabbed Hawks by the shirt, crashing your lips against his. As much as he frustrated you to no end, you couldn’t get enough of him. He was like a drug to you, and you wanted him in every possible way. You slowly moved to get on top of Keigo, feeling as he sank down into the mattress as his hands held at your hips while a moan left his lips. You slowly moved your hips against his as your lips connected with his neck, a small shudder running through Keigo when you bit down at the smooth skin.

“B-baby?” Hawks asked, his voice slightly breathless as one of your hands trailed under his shirt and to his back where his wings started at the base. A small gasp left his mouth when your fingers brushed right below where his wings started. “Hey now… careful with the wings,” Hawks managed to mutter out, a groan leaving his mouth when your hand rubbed at the base of his wings.

“Seems like you’re just kind of spoiling me right now, baby.” Hawks managed to get out, not aware of the fact that you had discarded your sleep shorts and underwear.

“Hmm, not really cause you’re about to spoil me with that mouth of yours.” You said before hovering yourself above Hawks’ face. “You missed dinner, so eat up Keigo.”

Hawks wasn’t able to speak before you lowered yourself onto him, your hand going to rest on the headboard as his tongue started to lap against your folds. You let out a moan as your other hand went to thread in his ash blonde hair, guiding his head to where you wanted him. Hawks let out a small groan when you pulled slightly on his golden locks, his tongue working more eagerly to bring you closer to the edge. You moved your hips against him, feeling as his stubble brushed against your skin as you gripped at the headboard tighter. You felt as his hands gripped at your hips, fingers leaving slight indents in your skin as he flattened his tongue to lick a strip up from your folds to your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud.

“Fuck.. K-Keigo, I’m going to….” you trailed off, his golden brown eyes meeting your (e/c) ones as you released. Hawks let out a happy little sigh, licking your essence up before you got off of him; going to retrieve a pair of handcuffs that you and Hawks used-mainly on you.

“Keigo, I want you to strip for me.” You said, and Keigo’s eyes widened slightly at the command in your voice. He slowly did as you said, tossing his shirt aside before he removed his pants and boxers, his cock hard and the tip leaking pre. His golden eyes were darkened with lust and they trailed over your body, stopping when they saw the handcuffs dangling from your fingers.

“What exactly do you plan to do with those, hmm?” Keigo teased, his voice unwavering. Although his wings twitching told a different story. You slowly walked over to him before kissing him deeply, grabbing his wrists gently before slapping the handcuffs on them and pulling away. You heard the gulp as he swallowed nervously, trying to cover it up with a chuckle.

“C’mon Keigo, you don’t think you’re done being punished yet, do you?” You asked, sugar in your voice as you looked down at him.

“No, not at all. I just… didn’t expect this,” Keigo said, the handcuffs clinking as he held his wrists up slightly. “Normally I’m the one doing the… punishing,” he said with a small smirk as he thought fondly over the way he would be the one in charge. But not tonight.

You slowly got on the bed, your sex now glistening from your slick as you kissed at Keigo’s thighs, causing a sigh to escape his lips. You bit down slightly, leaving bite marks on his thighs before grabbing at his throbbing cock; noticing the pre was oozing out now, the head a slightly irritated red now. You looked up at Hawks expression to see that it was slightly pained and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“You know… if you beg, I might just take care of this,” you teased as your finger trailed down one of the prominent veins on his cock.

“You know I don’t beg,” Hawks shot back, a hiss escaping his mouth as your tongue licked at the vein you had trailed your finger down.

“Not even a little?” You said, a smirk on your face as you looked up at Keigo. His eyes narrowed slightly, a small gasp escaping his mouth as your hand moved up to brush against his feathers.

“N-no.” He stuttered as he looked up at the ceiling, eyes refusing to focus on you as you continued to stroke at his feathers. You could hear his breathing was becoming slightly labored, his back arching slightly as your fingers moved in between two of his feathers to rub against the soft wings. Your tongue came out to flick at the tip of his cock and Hawks let out a curse.

“(Y/N)... please baby.” He pleaded and you let out a chuckle.

“Please what, Keigo?” You asked and Hawks shuddered, his wings spreading out slightly when you reached up and touched where they started at his back.

“Please… fuck me. I’ve been bad, I haven’t given you what you needed. Use me, whatever you want to do. Just please… fuck me.” Hawks begged and you rubbed your thighs together, biting your lip at the heat that flooded your system from how desperate Keigo sounded. You wrapped your lips around his cock, tongue flicking at the tip as you took him into your mouth. Keigo let out a moan as you took him further in your mouth, your drool now lube as Keigo moved his hips up against you. You released his cock with a pop and you swear you heard Keigo let out a whimper.

You straddled his waist, hovering over his cock with your dripping cunt before looking down at Keigo. He started to reach for you, but realized that the handcuffs were still around his wrists and he groaned.

“You want this?” You teased as you rubbed your folds against his cockhead, watching as Hawks’ eyes fluttered shut.

“Y-yes. Please, (Y/N).” Hawks begged and you slowly lowered yourself down onto his cock, a moan escaping you both as he settled nicely inside of you. You started to move your hips against him, one of your hands going to rest in his hair as you kept a rhythm against him. Hawks let out a moan, his wings shuddering behind him as he moved his hips to keep your pace.

“Fuck, I’m going to c-cum.” Keigo said, a moan escaping his mouth as you picked up your pace. He chanted your name like a mantra, a loud groan filling the room as Hawks painted your walls white; his wings spreading out on the bed and flapping slightly as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You stopped for a minute to let him catch his breath before you started moving again, his moans now louder. “F-fuck (Y/N). I’m too sensitive. I can’t handle much more.” Hawks admitted, his voice a bit higher from how sensitive his cock was.

“You said you wanted me to use you, right Keigo?” You teased and Hawks nodded, unable to speak as your walls squeezed his cock like a vice.

“S-shit.”

You moved against him, your walls gripping his cock deliciously before your high caught up with you; flooding your system as you released but not before making him cum again. The room was filled with loud moans as he released inside you again, his wings shuddering as he painted your walls white again.

You uncuffed Hawks’ wrists, helping the blood circulate back into them as he wrapped his arms around you. You rested against his chest, feeling as his fingers combed through your hair.

“So… does this mean I’m forgiven then?” He asked and you smiled before looking up at him.

“Yes, bird brain. It does,” you said as you planted a kiss to his nose.

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Shut Up and Drive

Part 3 of We Dance Together Now

An O’Knutzy au where Leo and Logan are still playing for the Lions, but Finn is a musician they met by chance on a roadie to Montreal.

Here are the first few parts!

Part 1 - Jingle Bell Rock

Part 2 - This City

I hope you like it!!! :):)

Also, this is getting kind of crazy long, so I’m going to stick it up on AO3 too :)

These beautiful characters and their world belong to the incredible @lumosinlove

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Finn was standing at his bathroom sink, brushing his teeth, when he heard his phone buzz in the other room. He wandered out to look for it, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. When it wasn’t immediately visible, he just shrugged and headed back to the bathroom. It was probably just his mom. She texted to say goodnight sometimes, which was adorable but didn’t require an urgent response.

But then the phone went off a second time while he was rinsing his mouth, and a third while he was pulling on his sleep pants. Definitely not his mom. Curious now, he grabbed his book off the nightstand and headed off in search of the mysterious messages. He padded out to the living room, spotting the phone on the couch and flopping down next to it just as a fourth notification went off. He scooped it up and swiped open his messages. He was surprised to see Logan’s contact come up. He figured they would be busy tonight after their game.

Logan: Finn!

Logan: FINN!

Logan: FINN ANSWER YOUR PHONE

Logan: We won!

Finn smiled at Logan’s excitement. He had actually seen the alert for the team’s win flash across his phone a few hours earlier. He’d set up notifications for Lions game results a few weeks ago, after an embarrassing evening of asking them how the game went, not knowing they had lost. He would only make that mistake once.

Finn: I saw. Congrats! 😊

Logan’s response was immediate.

Logan: You’re alive! Come celebrate with us.

Finn’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was unexpected. He knew that after winning games they usually went out with the guys from their team. That’s why he had gotten ready for an early night.

Finn: Aren’t you out with the team?

Logan: Yes! Leo says to tell you they’re cool if you join us. They want to see you again. They remember you from Montreal.

Finn chewed his lip, looking longingly between his book and the phone in his hand. Usually he would love to see them - the trio had become nearly inseparable over the past month - but he had been looking forward to reading tonight. He hadn’t had much opportunity since school had started back up. Plus, he had to be up early tomorrow.

Finn: Ordinarily I would be all over that. But I’m almost in bed

Logan: Your bed will still be there in a few hours!

Finn: But it looks so comfy right now.

Logan: Pleeeeaaase? Dancing isn’t fun without you any more

Finn melted a little at that one, his conviction starting to waver even as he texted back.

Finn: I don’t give in to peer pressure!

He watched the screen, waiting for an answer, when a message from Leo popped up at the top. A picture. He swiped it open, curious, and his jaw dropped.

It was a picture of Logan, taken from close up. His head was tilted, his messy curls falling over one eye, and he was pouting, his lower lip jutting out just slightly. He was looking directly into the camera, and his eyes… Finn took one look at the wide, green, puppy dog gaze, and knew he had just been made a liar. There was absolutely no way he was not going to do whatever Logan asked if this was how he asked it. He stood up and sent one final text.

Finn: Where are you?

---

Two hours later Finn was in the middle of a dance floor, sweat dripping in his eyes as he leaned over to put his hands on his knees, trying to stop laughing long enough to catch his breath.

His efforts were futile, as Logan chose that moment to expand on his interpretation of the Toosie Slide dance, one that had been getting more and more extravagant every time they heard the song at a club. As he slid dramatically across the floor, he almost knocked over a poor, unsuspecting woman. He hadn’t actually crashed into her, but it was close enough to scare her into turning toward him with a very angry look and Finn cackled as he watched Logan’s face turn from mischief to horror, nearly knocking her over a second time as he rushed to apologize. His amusement was short-lived, however, as the woman gave Logan a once-over and did a complete 180, from angry to impossibly seductive, in less than the time it took her to introduce herself. Finn looked to Leo, hoping for a distraction, only to find him in a similar position with the first woman’s friend.

Finn stood up, laughter draining quickly from his system as his smile turned wry. This was a familiar scene. Girls were not shy with Leo and Logan. And it’s not like he could blame them- he was painfully aware of how beautiful they both were. He just didn’t usually let himself get caught having to watch it. He had quickly learned to spot the girls coming before they did, to extract himself from the situation before he had to watch it unfold. This was the first time since that first night at the Burrow that he’d been caught off guard. And it was… painful. So much for keeping your feelings in check, I guess, he thought drily.

He waited for a moment, until Leo and Logan were both fully distracted, and took the opportunity to sneak away quietly, back to the table where he had been introduced to the team earlier. He slid into the seat he had previously abandoned, next to Kasey Winter, and shot him a quick smile when he welcomed him back. He pretended to be interested in the conversation he was having with Sirius Black, across from him, but his mind was elsewhere, and he jumped when a voice sounded in his ear.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He recognized Leo’s teasing voice and a small smile crept onto his face. “We lost you out there. Logan thought you might be getting a drink.”

Finn turned to look at him, taking in his dance-flushed cheeks and bright, dimpled smile. One thing he had learned after spending enough time with him, was that a genuine Leo Knut smile could light up a room. Usually that smile caused a warm glow in Finn’s chest, but right now all he could picture was the woman from the dance floor being on the receiving end of it.

Finn shook his head. “Nope, just needed a quick break.”

Leo’s brow furrowed at that, and his head tilted as he looked at Finn, assessing. His eyes flickered between Finn’s, and across his face, radiating kindness. His expression softened and he reached up to place a gentle hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Ya, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Finn tried to paste on his biggest smile, but he could tell Leo wasn’t fully convinced.

“Are you sure? You know you can talk to me, right? I –“

Whatever Leo was going to say was cut off by Logan returning to the table, loudly. Finn took a second to thank whatever divine intervention had prevented him from having to come up with an excuse for his moping, before turning his attention to what appeared to be a very passionate argument between Logan and Thomas Walker.

“I’m just saying Talkie, that can’t possibly be true.”

“Logan. Explain to me why it cannot be true.”

“No! You explain to me why it can be true!”

Finn caught on to what Logan was doing. He had seen him try it before, on Leo, and on himself a few times as well. But it had never worked.

“It was on the Discovery Channel Tremz! Why would they lie?”

“I’m not saying they’re lying, I’m just saying you haven’t convinced me that they’re telling the truth.”

Thomas’ jaw dropped at that one, disbelief on his face. “Logan, I-, what?? That’s- this is ridiculous! Aardvarks exist! Fucking Google them!”

Logan just shook his head cheerfully, popping a cheese fry into his mouth. “Nah.”

“Aargh!”

Finn couldn’t help but laugh at Thomas’ exasperated face as he stood from the table. “I’m going to the washroom. I can’t handle you right now.” He gave Logan a playful shove in the back of the head as he walked behind him.

Logan just laughed into his drink, looking smug.

“So,” Finn picked up his own drink, “is antagonizing your friends on purpose a personal hobby?”

“No.” “Yes.”

Logan and Leo spoke over one another.

Finn looked between them, amused, as Logan pretended to be offended.

Leo just looked at Logan, eyebrows raised and a corner of his mouth pulled up affectionately. “Getting people worked up is Logan’s favourite game, but he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kasey, overhearing, leaned back over to Finn. “We’ve all just learned to ignore it. Talkie’s the only one he can still get to.”

Finn chuckled at that. “You know aggravating people on purpose isn’t very nice, right?” He cocked his head at Logan.

Logan just smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Leo gestured pointedly toward him. “See?”

Just then, there was a flurry of movement from the other end of the table as people started getting ready to go. As the three of them stood together to join them, Finn was reminded of something.

“Hey, before I forget, you guys have tomorrow off right?”

Leo nodded, shoving his arms through his jacket sleeves. “Ya, we do. What are we doing?”

Finn loved that it had become natural for them to just assume they would be doing something together on a day off. He started walking backward toward the door of the bar and grinned at the other two as they followed.

“We, my friends, are going on an adventure. Dress for being outside, and be ready at 9am sharp.”

---

At exactly 9 o’clock the next morning, Finn watched as Logan yanked open the door to his car and flopped into the front seat. His hair tousled, eyes bleary, he leaned back against the headrest with a groan. “Whyyy are we awake right now Finn?” His voice was still raspy from sleep. “Early bird gets the worm!” Finn chirped back at him with a smile. He gave a noncommittal grunt, but perked up as Finn passed him a coffee.

He took a sip, eyes closed. “Mmmmm. Ok you’re forgiven.”

“You’re welcome. Are you awake now? I need you to tell me how to get to Leo’s place.”

Finn had picked up the two of them from Logan’s place a few times over the past couple of weeks, swinging by on his way home from campus and driving them to his place to play video games or to Sid’s for dinner. He knew Leo didn’t live at Dumo’s too, but he had never actually picked him up from his own house.

“Why didn’t you pick him up first?” Grumbled Logan, his eyes still half closed as he tried to stifle a yawn.

“I picked you up first because I know where you live, and you know where Leo lives. It’s called logic. Now give me directions, Sir Yawns-a-Lot. We have places to be!”

“Mmm.” Logan grunted back in his still sleep-rasped voice. “I actually don’t remember where he’s staying right now, let me give him a call.”

Finn furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What? Where he’s staying right now? Does he not always stay in the same place?”

But Logan waved him off as Leo picked up the phone, and Finn was left to wonder impatiently for the short duration of the call.

“Ok, he’s downtown. At the Hogwarts Hotel, right across from the arena. It’s like 5 minutes from here. You know it?”

“Yeees…” Finn dragged the word out, still trying to piece this together. “… can I ask why he’s at a hotel?”

It was Logan’s turn to look confused. “He’s always at a hotel? He’s a rookie, that’s usually what happens.”

Finn was caught off guard. “Seriously? Like for the whole year? Did you do that too?”

“Ya, I guess for the whole year. And no, I didn’t do it. I got really lucky the year I came, Dumo had an open room. He invited me to billet and I’ve just never left. They’re like a second family to me now.” He paused, running his finger around the lid of his coffee cup.

“I feel really bad for Leo though. It was hard enough coming here when I had Dumo’s family to rely on, I don’t know how he’s doing it.” He shook his head, looking up at Finn. “He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him, bouncing around between hotel rooms, but you can tell he’s homesick sometimes, you know? I try and drag him over here to crash on my floor when he looks really down, but it’s still just another strange place for the night.”

Finn nodded. He knew how hard it had been for him moving to Gryffindor- the loneliness he had felt, exhausted from working hard all day and dreading coming home to an empty apartment. He had spent many sleepless nights talking himself out of dropping out and moving back home to his parents, his brother. June. It was during that time he had written This City, the song he had played at the Burrow the first time Leo and Logan came to see him play.

He thought about how Leo had responded to his explanation that the song had been about moving to Gryffindor. It wasn’t a happy song. Finn didn’t like that Leo could relate to it.

He put the car in drive, mulling an idea around in his brain as he headed to Gryffindor Hotel.

---

Leo

Leo sat in the middle of the backseat of Finn’s car, watching the roads they passed and trying to discern where exactly they were headed. So far all he could tell was that whatever they were doing, they weren’t doing it in downtown Gryffindor. He didn’t like not knowing things, it made him feel on edge. He sighed, deciding to try one more time. “Finn. We’ve been driving for fifteen minutes. Are you going to tell us where we’re going yet?”

“Actually, yes!”

Well, that was pleasantly unexpected. Finn had been denying Logan an answer since before Leo had even gotten in the car.

“Just one second…”

Leo watched from the backseat as Finn checked his blind spot, merged off of the entrance ramp, and…

“Ta-da!”

Leo looked outside the window. They were on a freeway. Was Finn… excited about the freeway?

He shared a glance with Logan, who looked equally confused.

“Finn,” Logan started slowly, “what do you mean ‘ta-da’? Is this where we are going? The freeway? You said to bring clothes for outside. We can’t go outside when there are cars driving by at 80 miles per hour.”

Finn was unphased. “The freeway is our gateway to adventure, boys.” He explained cheerfully. “Everyone knows a road trip doesn’t begin until you get onto a highway.”

“We’re going on a road trip?” Leo’s interest was piqued. “A road trip to where?”

“I’m glad you asked!”

“We’ve asked ten times and you ignored us. NOW you’re glad?” asked Logan incredulously.

“Yes,” Finn explained patiently, “because I couldn’t tell you before. Not until the road trip started. Remember the rules of the list?”

“We decided that was bullshit!”

“You decided it was bullshit. I never agreed.”

Logan opened his mouth to retort, and Leo decided it was time to interject. “The road trip started now. Can you please tell us?”

He watched Finn’s smile through the rear-view mirror. Leo rarely had the opportunity to observe Finn like this, without him noticing, and he was trying not to make it obvious that he was taking advantage. But they were headed East, and the morning sun that came through the windshield was drawing out these tiny gold flecks in his wide brown eyes, and Leo couldn’t look away. He was just thinking that he wanted to see those flecks up close when Finn suddenly met his gaze in the mirror. He jerked his eyes away immediately, cursing himself as his heart skipped a beat. Then he realized that just made him look even more guilty, so he looked back up and raised his eyebrows at Finn, pretending that he had just been looking at him to hear his answer.

Finn held out for a dramatic pause before responding smugly. “I have found us the perfect adventure.”

Logan groaned, and Finn glanced over at him, sticking out his tongue. Leo noticed his cheeks had a flush that matched his own. He must have realized Leo was staring. Fuck.

The smug look fell away when he spoke again, and he sounded almost nervous. “So, there’s this town called Ilvermorny, over on the coast. I heard about it a while ago from a customer at the Burrow, apparently people love to go there because it’s super beautiful and you can walk around and explore the whole place in a day.”

Logan looked over at him, interested. “Sounds cool.”

Finn looked relieved for a second, and then an excited grin took back over. “I’m glad you think so. But that’s not the best part.” He wiggled his eyebrows excitedly. “I have received some excellent intel, that not only is this place all picturesque and shit, but, Leo…” he waited for Leo to meet his eyes in the mirror again. “They also have THE best authentic Cajun food this side of Louisiana.”

Leo felt his jaw drop, and he couldn’t stop the huge smile that he felt stretching across his face. He’s been so homesick for the food his mom made for him back in New Orleans. He leaned forward between the front seats. “Are you serious? Finn. Are you for real?”

Finn just laughed, eyes on the road.

“Logan!” Leo turned to Logan, who had one corner of his mouth quirked up into an amused smile as he watched Leo’s excited reaction. “If this is real- and I swear to god Finn this better be real or I might actually cry- I can finally introduce you to food from home.”

He flopped back into his seat, his mouth already watering at the thought of real, authentic Cajun food. “Not having a kitchen has been absolutely killing me in Gryffindor. I miss the food from home so much.”

Logan turned back to look at him, surprised. “Really? You’ve never mentioned that you like to cook.”

Leo groaned, his eyes closing. “I love to cook. I never mention it because it just makes me sad. But nothing can make me sad right now if you’ve just put shrimp étouffée on the table.”

“I have no idea what you just said, but I’m glad you’re happy.”

He heard the amusement in Finn’s voice and cracked an eye to see him flickering his eyes between the road and the mirror. “Best. Surprise. Ever.”

Finn looked so pleased, it made Leo’s heart swell.

“Now can you please talk about something else to distract me from the fact that I have to wait hours to get to this place?”

“Yes!” Logan jumped in quickly. “We can talk about what the hell this road trip playlist is.”

Finn startled, glancing over at Logan. “What do you mean?”

“What are we listening to??”

Finn looked scandalized. “It’s the Eagles, Logan.”

“The Eagles?! What are you, 60 years old?”

“They’re iconic!”

“They’re old. Now give me the phone cable.”

Logan didn’t wait for Finn’s response before unceremoniously yanking the cord out of Finn’s phone and plugging in his own, scrolling through his music library.

Finn wasn’t done defending his choices. “Being old doesn’t make you less iconic! Plus, I like the way they write. And so do like, a hundred million other people! We can’t all be wrong!”

Logan finally stopped scrolling and interrupted the incensed redhead. “Hey, Finn?”

Finn glanced over one more time. “What?”

Logan just grinned, and pressed play. The opening notes of Rihanna’s ‘Shut Up and Drive’ filled the car and Leo just smiled and shook his head as Finn’s offended spluttering was drowned out by the sound of electric guitar and Logan’s self-satisfied cackle.

---

When the boys arrived in Ilvermorny, it was only 11am. Finn had packed them a big breakfast for the car and they still weren’t hungry enough for a full lunch, so they decided to grab a quick snack for now and leave the restaurant for dinner. There was a bakery across the street from the Information Center they had parked beside, and as Logan headed in to get their order, Leo stood outside with Finn and looked around. Finn had been right, this was a super quaint little town, all brightly coloured shop fronts and cute wooden sidewalks. He winced as a cool wind blew by, regretting that he had chosen to wear a snapback instead of a beanie. He still wasn’t used to the winter weather here.

“Hey, trade me.”

He turned to see Finn tugging off his beanie and gave him a questioning look. “Sorry, what?”

“You’re cold already, it’s just going to get worse over the day. Give me your hat and you can have this one.”

Leo was caught off guard. “Oh, my god, Finn. No. I was the idiot who didn’t bring a proper hat. I’m not going to make you freeze your ears for my mistake.”

Finn just reached up and plucked Leo’s snapback off his head, dropping it onto his own before using both hands to pull his beanie down low over Leo’s curls. Leo immediately felt the warmth, both of the wool over his ears, and of the blush moving up his cheeks to reach the place where his skin tingled from the brush of Finn’s fingers.

Finn’s wide eyes were kind as he smiled up at Leo. “I have a hood,” he said, voice soft, “you don’t. I’ll just pull mine up if I get cold.”

“Thank you.” Leo swallowed, trying and failing to pull his gaze from where it was locked onto Finn’s. Those damn gold flecks were still there. The pull he had felt since the day he had met him had never been stronger, and he felt himself start to move closer when the chime of the bakery door startled both of them.

He spun around, cursing himself internally. Stupid, stupid. Get it together. He’s not into you. You can’t be into him.

A gust of warm air blew over him as Logan stepped out with an armful of drinks and baked goods.

“Hey guys, sorry that took a minute, they were out of chocolate croissants, so I had to get something different.” His voice trailed off as he spotted Leo’s snapback over Finn’s red locks, and his gaze shot up to where Finn’s beanie was now snug over Leo’s ears.

A strange look crossed over his face, so quickly that Leo almost thought he imagined it. But it was gone before he could figure it out, replaced by a happy smile as he handed out coffees and they set to walking.

---

Finn

The three of them spent the afternoon checking out every recommendation from a guide-book Leo had snagged from the Information Center.

They toured what was apparently one of the oldest functioning lighthouses in America, tried (and failed) to spot whales from coin operated binoculars on the winter-emptied fishing pier, and stopped to watch a local artist creating beautiful framed scenes out of ocean glass she collected herself from her front yard. Finn bought one of her pieces. “A memory!” He told Leo and Logan.

They meandered down the entire length of the boardwalk, perusing heated stalls selling local goods and goading one another into walking down to the icy shore to test the temperature of the calm ocean water. When they stuck their hands in, it was so cold that it burned. When they finally needed to warm up, they had gone back into the little town to wander in and out of the local shops, talking and joking with the owners and with one another.

When they walked out of their final store, a chocolate shop that Logan in particular had been itching to check out, the sun was just disappearing behind the cliffs overlooking the town. They must have been in there for a while. Longer than Finn had thought, for sure.

Finn stood next to Leo, who was checking out the guidebook again, and watched Logan walk out of the shop after them, a bag of carefully selected chocolates held in his hand. He took a few steps away from the building and stopped, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to pull in a deep breath of seaside air. Finn watched as he breathed out, relaxed. It was something he did often, just taking a moment to take in the fresh air after a long time inside. Finn had noticed him doing the first time they had met, back in Montreal, and it had become engrained in his mind as something quintessentially Logan.

Finn’s stomach gave a loud grumble then, and he pulled his attention from Logan to nudge Leo. “Hey. It’s getting late, no? Do you guys want to get dinner now?”

“I’ve been waiting all day for you to say that!” Leo joked. Logan came back over to join them, and Leo passed him the guidebook as he stretched his arms above his head.

“And Logan can double check, but I actually think we’ve checked off everything in that book now, so the timing is perfect.” He dropped his arms. “Let’s head over?”

Finn led the way through the cheerful streets, scanning storefront signs until he saw the one they were looking for. Feeling dramatic, he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, bowing deeply to Leo. “After you, my Louisian Lord.” He frowned at the way the word sounded and looked up to Leo for help. “Louisianian? Louisianan?... Orleanian??”

Leo just looked at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Finn stood and shrugged. “Maybe. But you still have to go in first. Lo and I don’t know shit about Cajun food. You need to make us look cultured.”

Leo let out a snort at that, but led them into the restaurant anyway, looking around happily as they were led to a table.

The moment they had menus in their hands, Leo immediately took to describing every dish with an over-the-top enthusiasm his composed self rarely showed, and Finn gave up reading his own menu in favour of leaning back and listening to his version of the dishes instead.

A few minutes later, Logan joined suit, closing his menu with a shake of his head.

“Nut, they should hire you to rewrite these descriptions. You make me want to eat everything.”

Leo’s eyes shined. “We should! Let’s just order a bunch of things and share them. There are so many things you need to try.”

Finn shrugged amenably. “Works for me. Will you order? I wanna go wash my hands.” He stood as Leo nodded, eyes still glued to the menu. “Get something with sausage, ok?”

Alone in the washroom, Finn sighed happily as he let the warm water run over his chilled fingers, looking up at his own reflection in the mirror and smiling dopily as he thought about how well his planned day had gone. His eyes moved up to lock on to where he was still wearing Leo’s snapback, and his smile dimmed a bit as he flashed back to the moment he had had with him this morning.

Despite having told himself regularly for the past month that he needed to keep his feelings in check, not let his heart get too attached, this was now the second day in a row that he had let himself get caught with his guard down. Somehow he was getting worse at it, instead of better.

He had a tendency to get lost in the bubble he shared with Leo and Logan whenever they were together, forgetting to remember that for them, it was different. That for them, he was just a friend. And he had still been feeling a little exposed after last night’s crushing reminder of that when he had, without thinking, pulled his own beanie over Leo’s ears that morning. Then Leo’s eyes had locked onto his with that look, that indecipherable look, and he hadn’t been able to dredge up the willpower to turn away. Or, you know. Breathe.

But, he thought to himself, smile returning, Leo hadn’t seemed to notice anything off, or if he had, he had let it go, and the rest of their day had been incredible. Only with Leo and Logan could a winter day in a beach town, of all places, be this much fun. He’d never had this kind of a friendship with anyone before. He dried his hands, wondering vaguely if this was what the characters in Friends felt like with each other. He figured if it was, then Leo and Logan must be his Ross and Chandler.

And he knew he would fight anyone, even his own heart, to ensure they could remain that way.

When Finn came back to the table Leo was just finishing up their order. As the waitress walked away, he relaxed happily back into is seat, the warm light of the restaurant lanterns caught his hair in a way that made it glow like spun gold. His eyes were shining as he looked up at Finn, his smile bright and content.

“Alright, Finn?”

“So alright. And so ready to eat.”

Logan snorted at that. “Nut just ordered half the restaurant, so I hope you’re serious about that.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Leo rolled his eyes. “I ordered a completely reasonable amount of food.”

Finn smirked as a memory resurfaced. “Mmm. Completely reasonable in the way that Logan is a ‘completely reasonable player’?”

Logan gasped at that, looking offended. “Finn! Why do you remember that!”

Finn laughed openly as he dodged the sugar packet Logan threw at him. “How could I forget you beating up Leo on the streets of Montreal?”

Logan leaned back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and a grumpy look on his face that only made Finn laugh more. “You still haven’t come to watch a game. You have no idea how totally reasonable I am.”

“Fair enough.” Finn acquiesced, still chuckling. He caught sight of a server walking toward them with a gigantic tray of food, and his eyes widened in alarm. “But if you and Leo have the same definition of reasonable, I’m thinking it’s going to be an interesting game.”

At that, Leo followed Finn’s gaze and let out a moan so obscene that Finn was sure he would be thinking about it for days. “Oh my god, you guys. Best. Day. Ever.”

Finn just grinned and prepared himself to feast.

---

Logan

Leo ordered too much food.

Despite joking about it while he ordered it, Logan had actually been surprised when their order was dropped at the table. Leo was usually so concerned about food waste, but there had hardly been room for their plates with everything the servers delivered. He knew they were definitely not going to be able to eat it all. He had almost teased him about it, but then Leo had taken his first bite of the jambalaya that he claimed to be ‘exactly like home’, and there was no way Logan was going to say anything that might take that look off of Leo’s face.

But now, after trying to eat as much of the excessive, and admittedly, phenomenal, food as he could, Logan was feeling very full, and very much less inclined to indulge Leo’s desires, which at the moment involved ‘sitting back and letting it digest’. Absolutely not. He needed to move.

It only took a few minutes of pleading to get them standing up, and Logan led them out of the restaurant and onto the street before flipping open the guidebook. “Ok, so Finn said there’s a lookout around here somewhere that we can walk up to. They don’t have it listed as a thing to do in here but I think this is a picture of it. It looks like it’s supposed to be more for watching the sunset, but I think it’ll still be cool to look down at the town, even though it’s already dark.”

Leo voiced his agreement from where he was leaning against the wall of the restaurant. “Let’s do it. Finn, do you know how to get to it?”

“Ummm,” Finn pulled out his phone. “I don’t remember exactly, but I know it’s a trail, not a road to get up there, and it starts closer to where we parked the car.”

“Ok cool,” Logan stomped his feet against the chillier evening air, “lets go to the car then, and we can pull up a map once we’re closer. We should start moving before we get cold.”

Leo pushed off the wall as Finn tucked his phone back into his pocket, and the three of them started moving back down the sidewalk- much more sluggish than they had been before dinner. They didn’t really fit three across, and Logan let Leo and Finn pull in front of him as they talked about the history of Cajun cooking. Logan wasn’t particularly interested in the topic—he couldn’t cook, like Leo could, and he wasn’t all that interested in history, like Finn was—so he let his mind wander as he fell into step behind them.

Seeing the two of them side by side reminded him of this morning, that weird moment outside of the bakery when he had felt, for a moment, as though he was interrupting something. Between them.

It was the way they had both looked vaguely flustered, Leo taking that step back, away from Finn, that had triggered his imagination. He had brushed it off almost immediately; he knew he was projecting, letting the old feelings for Leo that he had been pushing down for so long, and the new ones he was trying desperately to avoid for Finn, make him see things that weren’t there. They had clearly just switched hats, which explained it. It was ridiculous, really, and he knew that. But…

As he walked along behind the two other boys, Logan allowed himself to picture it, just for a moment. The idea of the two of them being together. He thought it would make him sad, but he was surprised to realize that it didn’t. That he liked imagining it.

At least, he liked it until he remembered that if the two of them had each other, there wouldn’t be a place for him anymore. The thought made his heart twist. Even though he knew he would never be able to have either one of them the way he really, truly wanted them, he loved having them like this. As friends.

It was funny, he thought to himself as he watched Leo and Finn chatting casually in front of him. He and Leo had gotten along well from the time they met, but they were definitely closer now. Something about Finn and his chaotic open-heartedness had made them more open too. And as a result, they had gotten closer not just with him, but with each other as well. He would die before he would admit it, but he was glad Leo had dragged him up on that stage.

“Hello, earth to Tremzy?” Logan jolted himself out of his thoughts with a flush, realizing they had reached the car without him noticing.

“Sorry, I got distracted. What’s up?”

Finn was holding up his phone up with his usual cheerfulness, waiting for Logan to look at the map he had pulled up.

“Look, we found the trail head!”

He pointed off the side of the road, where they could just see the very top of a short sign sticking out of the snow. It was very clear that nobody else had gone up to the lookout that winter. The snow was deep and untouched.

“I’m thinking that maybe we could throw on our snow pants and give it a try? And if it turns out to be impossible, we’ll just turn around and roll back down.” Finn tilted his head at Logan and Leo, lips pulled up into an eager, hopeful smile. It was adorable. “What do you think?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile back. “Well, we brought snow pants, might as well get some good use out of them.”

---

Finn

Ten minutes later Finn could hear Logan cursing as he sank in the snow.

“Tabarnak! This is insane! Why am I in the front?? You both have longer legs than me, this snow is over my hips!” He complained.

“You’re Canadian, Tremz. I thought you would know how to handle snow.” Leo was focused on the ground in front of him, picking his way carefully through the trail Logan broke for them. “Plus,” he added thoughtfully, “this is the first time you’ve ever admitted to being short.”

Finn laughed as Logan whirled around with a glare, bending to grab a handful of snow. Leo ducked, laughing, as the snowball flew past his head.

“He’s got goalie reflexes Lo, you’re gonna have to do better than that!” Finn called up over the sounds of Leo’s bright laughter. Logan lifted a hand over his head to flip them off without turning around and they continued their trek up the hill.

By the time they reached the observation deck all three boys were panting.

“Oh my god, it’s hot.” Finn whined as he made his way over to the railing, pulling down his hood. He opened his mouth to say more, but his complaints stuck in his throat as the sight below them came into view.

“Whoa.” He breathed out the word.

He felt Leo and Logan lean against the railing next to him.

“It looks like a postcard.” Leo sounded as awed as Finn, and a quick glance at Logan showed he felt the same.

The town glowed softly below them, the warm light of the streetlamps sparkling prettily off the blanket of snow that covered every peaked roof. The lighthouse they had visited earlier that day was lit up, sending a beautiful reflection rippling through the waves of the never-ending blackness of the ocean in front of it. The moon was full, and the sky was clear, and Finn felt like they had just stepped into the fairy tale. He almost wanted to hold his breath.

The spell was broken when Leo took a step back from the railing to unwind his scarf. He looked apologetic as the other two turned to watch him. “I’m sorry guys, I’m just too hot.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being warm, Leo,” said Finn, smiling at him and taking the opportunity to look around the rest of the platform they stood on.

The observation deck was surrounded by the pristine sparkle of a fresh snowfall, and Finn suddenly had an idea. He trudged through the snow to the other side of the deck, hoisting himself up on to the railing as Logan and Leo looked on in confusion. “What are you doing?” Logan eyed him suspiciously. “I,” he grinned down at them, “am cooling off. And so are you. Come on!” He felt his smile widen as he watched the two boys look between him and the snow on the other side of the railing and connect the dots. To his surprise it was Leo who grinned and climbed up next to him first, looking back at Logan expectantly. “Absolutely not.” Logan shook his head from where he stood resolutely on the deck floor. “It’s gonna be cold.” “Come on Lo,” Finn pouted at him, “it’s not like we’re jumping in the ocean. It’s a snow pile. You have a winter clothes on. Get up here!” Leo joined in, eyes twinkling as he teased his stubborn teammate, “Come on Tremz. All your friends are about to jump off a cliff. Aren’t you gonna do it too?” Logan snorted. “The edge is on the other side of the deck. You’re going to jump ON to a cliff. And no. No, I’m not.”

“I remember saying something similarly ‘no’-like when I was being peer pressured into leaving my nice warm house yesterday.” Finn reminded him pointedly. “I’m sure you will recall how that worked out for me.” “I do.” Logan’s expression suddenly shifted into something more mischievous and his voice turned teasing. “And what made you give in, Finn?”

Finn felt his face go warm as Logan held his gaze. Was he…?

No. He was just trying to get him worked up. Leo had said Logan loved to push people’s buttons. Finn had seen Logan do it. But being on the receiving end of that look was sending a burning feeling straight down to Finn’s core, and he needed to change the subject before it became a much more noticeable problem. “I looked up the menu.” He blurted out. “They had cheese fries” Smooth. Idiot. Finn mentally facepalmed as he put on his best fake haughty expression and looked anywhere but at Logan for a moment as he reined himself in.

Thankfully, Leo came to the rescue, laughing at Finn before looking back at a now grumpy Logan, who was upset that his goading hadn’t worked. “Please Tremz?” He held out a hand, giving him a very exaggerated pout. “You know you want to jump with us.”

Logan looked back and forth between the two of them for a second before rolling his eyes and dropping his arms.

“Fine.” He sighed, resigned. “But if I get sick I’m telling coach both of you threw me in.”

Finn, calm now, beamed at Logan as he batted Leo’s hand away and climbed up on Finn’s other side. “That’s the spirit!”

“Shut up.”

But Finn could see the smile Logan was hiding now as he looked down at the untouched snow below them. “On the count of three?”

They looked between one another as Leo took the lead.

“One. Two. THREE!”

They jumped in sync, screeching as they cannonballed down into fluffy drifts.

Leo immediately scrambled to his feet, eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked down at Finn and Logan. “Again!”

Finn chuckled at that, rolling around to find his own leverage. “Alright then.”

---

The three boys spent the next hour of the evening concocting ever more complex dives into the deep snow. Finn was delighted to find that apparently when it came to snow, it was reasonable, level-headed Leo who was the instigator of the most ridiculous ideas. It was him who came up with the idea of catapulting one another off the railing, making a game of who could knock the snow from the highest branches.

After one final jump, which brought him absolutely nowhere near the record-holding branch, Finn let himself flop backward into the snow, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “My entire body is exhausted.” He groaned. “How do you guys do this for a living?”

Leo and Logan joined him on the ground as Leo responded to him, amusement in his voice. “You really need to come and watch a game if you think this is what we do for a living.”

Finn just laughed. “I meant the exerting yourself part, not the jumping in the snow part. I’m not completely oblivious.”

“Mmhmm. Whatever you say, O’Hara.” Logan was smiling as he leaned back to join Finn looking up at the sky.

Leo laid down on Finn’s other side and the three of them stayed in comfortable silence for a few moments, catching their breath again.

Finn could see their faces in his periphery, the moonlight glowing on Logan’s tan skin, reflecting off of Leo’s golden curls. He felt peaceful, relaxed in their quiet company.

It was Leo who broke the silence, his quiet voice carrying through the late evening calm.

“I haven’t seen the stars like this since I was home.”

Logan leaned up on an elbow to look at him, on the other side of Finn. “Really?”

“Ya.” His voice was almost a whisper now, and Finn turned to look at him too, catching the wistful look in his eyes as he watched the sky. “You can see so many of them at home. I didn’t know I would miss them so much.”

“Knutty…” Logan made a move as though he wanted to reach out, but stopped himself, simply looking at Leo for a moment before lying back down instead. “I didn’t know.”

“I never told you.” Leo responded gently; his eyes still turned up.

Finn followed his gaze up to the glittering ceiling, so high above them. “I get why you would miss them. You never see anything like this in the cities. It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” He agreed, his smile sad.

But then his voice turned playful again, and he smirked as he sat up to look at Finn and Logan, flat on their backs next to him. “Too bad you have to freeze your ass off to see them here. Time to go!” He dug his hands down beside him, flicked handfuls of snow up at both of them, and was up and running to the car before either of them could register the shock of the cold sliding down their faces.

---

The drive back home that night was peaceful. Logan and Leo relaxed in their seats, listening to Finn singing quietly along to the radio as he drove. Logan had teased Finn for knowing all the lyrics to every song that came on (“it’s literally my job, Lo.”), but he had also been the one to ask him to keep singing as he dozed off against his window in the backseat. All three of them were pleasantly sleepy from the day spent out in the cold air.

When they arrived back in Gryffindor, Finn drove past downtown, where Leo’s hotel was, to drop off Logan first. When Logan questioned him about it, Finn simply replied, “You get picked up first, you get dropped off first. I don’t make the rules Lo, I just follow them.”

Logan seemed to be too tired to argue with that logic, so he just shrugged and carried on singing softly with Finn until they reached Dumo’s driveway.

“See you guys later.” He clapped their shoulders, looking tired but happy as he climbed out of the back seat. “Thanks for today, Finn. I had fun.”

“You’re welcome, Lo. Anytime.” Finn smiled at him.

“See you in the morning, Tremz.” Leo added, and the two of them watched as Logan walked up the front steps.

When Logan was safely inside, Finn started the short drive back to the hotel. Leo was still quiet, looking content with his head against the window, studying what little he could see of the stars now that they were back in the city.

Finn kept sneaking glances at him as he went over a plan in his head. He had a reason for dropping Logan off first- he wanted an opportunity to catch Leo alone. Had been waiting for it all day. But now that he had it, he was nervous, and before he knew it they were pulling up in front of the hotel.

“Thanks for today Finn, I had an incredible time.” Leo smiled sincerely at him and turned to open his door. Finn panicked then, not wanting him to leave, and practically screeched his name.

“Leo, wait!”

Leo jumped, eyes wide in confused surprise as he looked back at Finn.

Goddamn, those eyes. Finn had never seen eyes so blue. He had to look away to find his voice again.

“Uh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell that.”

“That’s fine, Harz. What’s up?”

Finn took a breath to steady himself and brought his gaze back up to meet Leo’s.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were living in hotels?”

Leo’s expression grew even more confused.

“I don’t know… I guess it never came up. It’s not a big deal, rookies do it all the time.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay…” Leo nodded too, waiting for Finn to speak again. When he didn’t, Leo turned to the door again. “Well, thanks again for today, I’ll –“

“You should come and live with me.” Finn blurted it out, and then held his breath as he waited to for a response. He hoped he hadn’t crossed a line. But it made him so sad to think of Leo, kind, sweet Leo, all alone in strange hotel rooms every night. Especially after tonight, after seeing how homesick he really was.

Leo’s eyebrows shot up, and he opened and closed his mouth several times before managing to stammer out, “I- what?”

Finn looked back down at the steering wheel, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He spoke quickly, nervously. “Obviously you don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you or anything, that’s definitely not my intention, I just- I mean, I have the space, you know that… and just, the idea of you not having a place that you can call home right now…” He paused for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t want you to have to experience that. Not when I can help.”

He kept his gaze focused on the steering wheel, the stitching of it suddenly very interesting.

“Finn,” said Leo softly. Finn swallowed once and forced himself to look back up at the younger boy. There was an odd look on his face. Finn hoped it wasn’t a bad sign. “Thank you, for offering.”

Finn nodded, swallowing again even though his mouth felt desert dry.

Leo looked out the window, up at the façade of the Hogwarts Hotel, thoughtful. Finn would have given anything at that moment to know what he was thinking. Leo and his stupid goalie face.

After a moment, he turned back to him. “Are you serious?”

Finn nodded quickly, his confidence starting to return when Leo didn’t laugh at him. “Of course. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. But I’m also serious when I say I won’t be offended if you’re not interested. I know sometimes people don’t like sharing a space.”

Leo let out a breath through his nose and chewed his lip as he considered Finn for a few more moments.

“I think I would like that.” He said, his features softening as he started to smile.

“Really?” Finn was pleasantly surprised. “You would?”

Leo laughed. “I would.”

“Sweet! Ok. Tell me which room you want and I’ll make sure it’s all cleared out for you. Whenever you want to come. You could literally come tomorrow. I have nothing scheduled in those rooms”

Leo leaned back against the seat, shaking his head fondly at Finn’s trademark earnestness. “I’m booked in here until the end of the week. I was supposed to move to another hotel on Friday. Is that too early?”

“No! That’s perfect.”

“Well. Alright then. I guess I’ll be there on Friday.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” They smiled at each other awkwardly for a second, and Leo burst into laughter.

“Okay, now its weird. Goodnight Finn.” He stepped out of the car.

“Goodnight, Leo.”

Finn couldn’t stop grinning the whole way home.

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Five)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: I’m baaaaack!!!! 😄 So sorry this took so long to update! I feel so bad, but I promise I have a good reason why it’s been forever since I’ve posted. Please see my Big Announcement Update for further info. I’ve missed you all!

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Swears, god f*cking dammit.

LOTS AND LOTS OF DIRTY, FILTHY SMUT including, but not limited to, biting, sucking, groping, Jin throwing Y/n around a bit, the giving/receiving of hickeys, BDSM themes, fingering, Jin going all in on Y/n’s praise kink, face-fucking, smut, smut, and more smut.

Forget the gallon of holy water, I need an entire pool-full of the stuff 😂 Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,178

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Five

Once Jin had shut and locked his front door, I turned around and looked at him from across the room, eyes wide with apprehension. He stared at me for a few long moments, a playful smile drawing the corners of his full, cotton-candy lips upward, his large hands shoved in his pockets.

“Tell me what you want,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t catch it.

“Want… Want you,” I murmured.

Jin crossed the room, stepping so close to me I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I looked down in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of that. He gently cupped both sides of my jaw with his hands and raised my gaze until it was locked onto his. I drew in a shaky breath, trembling from the suspense, as his head dipped further down until his lips mercifully brushed against mine.

I let out a satisfied moan, finally getting a taste of what I desired, as I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around Jin’s neck and tugging him closer. Jin let go of my face, putting his hands to work elsewhere. They scrambled over my body, not able to decide on a resting place. They first squeezed my hips, then wrapped around them, then moved to massage handfuls of my ass, only to roam north and tweak my clothed breasts until my nipples stiffened.

I gasped and licked inside his mouth, each new sensation bringing me higher and higher until my mind was smothered in a lust-filled haze. I wanted him. I needed him.

Jin suddenly shoved me backward, and I fell on the couch behind me with a loud “Ooomf!”

Before I could question him, he loomed over me, eyes swirling with dark clouds of desire. As slow as could be, Jin raised his arms. His gray, star-studded shirt followed suit, showing off the honey-toned skin of his stomach I’d been dying to get a taste of all night, and the strip of Balenciaga boxers. My mouth watered, forcing me to swallow. Finally, he tugged the shirt off, revealing his smooth, broad shoulders.

Jin stepped closer to the point where I could smell his musky cologne, the spiciness of the scent making my nostrils tingle. God, I wanted nothing but to taste that bare skin. I wanted nothing but to inhale buckets of that scent. Yet I didn’t dare touch him. Not until he gave me the go-ahead. I actually sat on my hands to keep myself from the temptation.

He chuckled a bit at my antics before tantalizingly undoing the button that sealed his jeans together. His fingers grasped the zipper, and I actually bit my lip to contain myself.

Jin took notice and dropped to his knees, pressing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip and drawing it out from between my teeth. “What did I say about you biting your lip?” he murmured, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura.

“S-Sorry, Sir,” I stuttered. “I-It’s your job.”

“That’s right.”

He kissed me harshly, dominating my mouth with his, taking turns between shoving his tongue down my throat and taking my bottom lip between his lips and sucking. “You know,” he said, drawing back, leaving me panting. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s fair that you get to see me before I get to see you.”

Jin snaked his hands around to my ass and tugged me to the edge of the couch, causing me to let out a yelp. He devoured my mouth once more, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core until he reached my gray skirt and began to tug it and my panties off all at once. Jin drew back as he slid the fabric down my skin, his eyes following its movement until he reached my calves. I lifted my legs up, allowing him to slide the clothes over my feet and toss them away.

He then grasped both of my knees and forced my legs apart. Heat flooded my cheeks as he stared at my dripping core, fascinated. “Damn,” he murmured. “Such a pretty pussy… just begging to be fucked.”

I whimpered in response to his words, my exposed middle clenching around nothing. Jin let out a low groan when he saw that. “Want me that bad, huh?” he asked.

I nodded eagerly. “Want you so, so bad, Sir.”

Jin stood and undid his zipper, yanking his dark jeans down just enough to expose his hard member bulging from inside his boxers, the tip barely sticking out above the waistband, weeping pre-cum.

He drew closer, standing between my open legs. At long last, he finally freed his dick, tossing his pants and boxers away, and I gasped, my mouth falling open of its own accord. “That’s right, baby girl,” Jin growled. “Suck. But keep those hands underneath that pretty ass of yours.”

I immediately obeyed, sliding my hands underneath my thighs, before shoving the entire, long length of his cock inside my eager mouth. The velvety, soft skin of his member urged me to hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head up and down, earning me several loud gasps and moans from Jin. I got him to the point where his entire frame began to shudder from the pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he managed to gasp out. “No teasing at all… just went straight for it. My kind of girl.”

Encouraged by the praise, I sped up my pace, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and activate my gag reflex. I instinctively tried to press my legs together, wanting any sort of friction or relief, but Jin’s body stood in the way.

Jin groaned loudly, gratifying me through his pleasure. He wrapped my hair into his fist and guided me as I continued slurping and sucking around his huge member. “Hold still, baby,” he suddenly commanded. “I’m going to fuck your face.”

At his words, I braced myself and tried to contain myself at the same time. My entire system of nerves felt like they were on fire, tingles running up and down my spine at every moan he let out, flushing with a heat I only dreamed existed before now. “Squeeze my thigh when you need a break,” Jin said.

He suddenly thrust deeply down my throat, holding still there for just a second before pulling nearly all the way back out. He did that a couple more times before increasing his pace, ramming his cock in and out so rapidly I almost couldn’t keep up. I dug my nails into Jin’s thigh, trying to stay in control while staving off the downward spiral that was my own carnal indulgence.

Jin immediately stopped, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. “You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, so different from the dominant growl he’d used earlier.

I coughed for a moment, wiping tears from my eyes. “Y-Yes,” I finally spluttered out. “Sorry, I wanted to keep going, I didn’t think, I just needed something to… something to…”

Jin’s eyes were soft as he pulled me upright, a knowing smile hovering over his perfect lips. “Something to hold on to?”

I nodded, looking down in embarrassment.

He lifted my gaze to his with a gentle finger underneath my chin. “Do you want to keep going?”

I nodded eagerly. His dark eyes smoldered, lust filling them, his smile changing into a smirk. I was going to get whiplash from the duality of this man. Jin suddenly scooped me up, causing me to shriek in surprise, before carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. “Come here,” he growled.

I obeyed, scooting towards him. Jin peeled my top off, grunting in appreciation when he saw the lacy black bra underneath. “Were you expecting this to happen?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I shrugged. “Not really. I just… like to feel pretty in all aspects when I go to a party.”

“I see,” he murmured, leaning down and undoing the clasps of my bra, sliding the straps down off my shoulders and tossing the bit of fabric somewhere behind him. He crawled on the bed on top of me, nudging my thighs apart. He leaned back, only for a moment, sliding a condom on his hard, huge length. I swallowed hard at the sight.

Jin let out a low chuckle before grabbing me and flipping me onto my front. “God, this ass,” he groaned, spreading my cheeks apart.

He rubbed the pad of his middle finger up and down my length. “So fucking wet still. That’s my good girl.”

I moaned at his words, soaking up his praise. Jin leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, before prodding me open with his tip. He was enormous, but I knew I could take it. I wanted to take it more than anything at that moment. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, the pressure on my slick walls so phenomenal I could hardly stand it. He bottomed out then slowly slid back until he was nearly all the way out again, then pumped back in. His pace increased as we both adjusted, crescendoing faster and faster until slapping sounds filled the air. I pressed my face into his comforter, moaning loudly as he pounded me into the bed like nothing else mattered. Grunts, growls, and the occasional, “Oh god, you feel so good,” came from behind me as Jin continued ruining me beyond belief.

The building pleasure I felt was unreal. It felt so good, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t open my eyes, hell, I could barely breathe. I could feel my pelvis muscles tightening, a chord in me about to snap.

“Fuck!” Jin cried out, suddenly pulling out of me. My legs trembled as the cold air hit my insides.

“Come here,” he growled, flipping me back over. “I need to see that pretty face as I make you come undone.”

He kissed me harshly, twirling his tongue around mine, groaning loudly as he pressed back inside of me. He went frustratingly slower this time, prolonging both our orgasms, instead choosing to focus on biting and sucking the skin around my neck and breasts, leaving a trail of purple blossoms all over.

Jin pulled back suddenly, sweat making the ends of his hair wet, his lust-filled eyes and parted mouth making me flush with a new wave of heat. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he murmured.

I audibly gasped as he pumped in and out of me at a lightning-fast tempo, the smell of our juices permeating the air as they began to mix. It was all I could do to moan and feel his delicious length hitting all the right spots. “Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” Jin panted. “Gonna cum so hard around my dick?”

I fucking lost it. All my muscles tightened at once, a gasp coming at the end of each loud moan as I struggled for air, my orgasm washing over me like a thousand-foot tidal wave. “Fuck!” I cried out as I hit the peak of my pleasure.

Jin slowed down a little, prolonging my orgasm, relishing in the way I tightened and released around him. “Damn,” he grunted. “You’re pussy is so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could fuck it all night long.”

“Do it,” I groaned.

His pace picked up once more, my moans coming out as loud whimpers. I almost wanted to beg for him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg him to keep going forever and ever. Jin’s hips snapped into mine, and he only paused for a second to pin my legs backward, his shoulder muscles popping from the tension. “God, I’m gonna cum,” he huffed, pounding me faster.

His pleasure was my pleasure. I moaned loudly as my muscles clenched together once more, another orgasm hitting me just as he let out a loud growl, pressing his twitching length inside me as he came.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jin groaned, his member pulsating inside of me as spurt after spurt of cum wrecked the inside of the condom. He finally stilled, both of us panting hard. Jin slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, slowly, sensually, like he wanted to taste and feel every bit of my lips with his, so different from his rough kisses from before.

I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I kissed him back. He felt so good, so amazing. I didn’t want this to end.

Jin pulled away, his eyes taking a tad longer to open than usual. “You can stay over,” he murmured.

I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain my glee over having a few more hours with him.

Jin’s gaze darkened as he once again gently pressed a finger to my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Y/n… What did I say about biting that lip?”

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Part Six (End) is here!! Enjoy <3

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yoditorian · 4 years

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lacuna- part 3

din/reader

she’s dropping early because i have no patience and i’m extremely proud of the last 2/3rds of this. thanks as always to my darling @brothersdrxke for being encouraging and yelling with me 💛

MASTERLIST

word count: 3.5k

warnings: swears, overuse of italics, discussion of violence including graphic injury, mentions of scars (causes not discussed), one use of ‘their’ as a pronoun for reader, usual poetic smut, 18+ no babies thanks

You didn’t think you’d be back here.

Maybe ever, but definitely not after only a couple of years, and your smile is tight as you flick the lever to lower the small freighter’s boarding ramp. You’re sure it won’t come back if you drop it.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Qin’s teeth are sharp in his own smile.

“You’re not.”

His snarled response is cut off by Ran’s booming laugh before it starts. Your old boss claps him on the shoulder, saying something in lieu of a real greeting about how he’s missed your jokes. It’s a little tense, the way the men take you in for a moment. You didn’t wear your uniform, there’s not a thing on the ship that points any fingers towards the Rebellion, but it’s clear you’ve done well for yourself since leaving. Something they clearly have not, judging by the holes in the jacket tied around Qin’s hips.

“Thanks for letting me stay, system hopping takes a lot longer when your hyperdrive’s busted.” You relax a little, let your shoulders drop, let them think you’re more than comfortable under their scrutinizing gazes.

“We’ve probably got something laying around here you could use. For a price, of course.” Ran grins, in that predatory way that he always has. He seems so unassuming, but you know different. You know better.

“Your prices always land me on the wrong end of a blaster. I’ll take my chances in open space, thanks.”

He laughs heartily again, and you can breathe. At least they seem to believe you.

Ran had offered you your old room, something you’d graciously thanked him for, and left you to it. The station seems to run the same, more or less. He hasn’t hired anyone in your place, or in Din’s for that matter, but it’s difficult to find somebody without loyalties to any one side of the war. Leaving the spots open for now is probably safer for him. You’d raised a hand in greeting to Xi’an when you passed her in the hall, she’d hissed in return but any time she didn’t threaten to cut you is always a win. So at least you’re still in somebody’s good graces here.

Still, good graces don’t last long. And neither does your patience. It’s only a few hours into the night cycle on the station when you creep out of your room and towards the main hangar. Your old workspace looks exactly the same, a few bits and pieces missing, but mostly untouched by time and sticky fingers. Good. It takes less than an hour to completely gut the bench. Every single old motivator, circuit board, gear, and valve packed up neatly in the cargo hold of the ship. There’s still larger engine pieces that the base mechanics are in desperate need of, but Shara’s working on that lead. You find a black marker lying on a nearby workbench and draw a big smiley face on the dulled metal. For good measure.

It’s with a deep breath, and a prayer you never have to return, that you maneuver your ship up and out of the station. You ease it into lightspeed, the definitely-not-busted hyperdrive humming, and disappear.

“Did you think I don’t keep tabs on people, Mando?”

Din would rather go swimming on Mustafar, or get swallowed by a Krayt dragon, or be literally anywhere else in the galaxy than the hangar on Ran’s station. How he’d even known he’d joined the Bounty Hunters’ Guild is a mystery to him, but the call came through nonetheless. The new representative on Nevarro, a very theatrical man if their short contact was anything to go by, had popped up in the holo-com display talking about a special assignment and given him coordinates he knew all too well. Whatever it is, it isn’t good.

“You know, Xi’an’s still broken up about you leaving. Convinced herself that you and the pilot organised it, that you’re holed up somewhere together. But we both know that’s not true.”

Din says nothing. He doesn’t need to, Ran’s tone leaves nothing to be discussed. Whether he knows for sure that you went straight to the rebels or not, he has his suspicions. Xi’an can think whatever she likes, he’s just grateful he doesn’t have to deal with her trailing after him like a lost puppy anymore.

“They said you have a job for me.”

Ran gestures out for him to follow, leading him to a desk he knows all too well. Your workstation was always cluttered, always a tangled heap of wires and unidentifiable spare parts. Organised chaos, you said, it was about the piles. Except it’s been completely cleared out. There’s shelves underneath that he didn’t even know existed, and a big smiley face drawn carefully on the worktop. Din turns his head towards Ran, a wordless question.

“We had a visit from our old friend, a favour done out of the kindness of my heart. So imagine my surprise when we all woke up to find their room empty, and my hangar pillaged.” Ran’s laying it on thick, thicker than usual. Pillaged is a strong word, it’s clear you only touched your own bench, those parts belong to you as far as Din’s concerned. But it’s not his concern that’s the problem.

“So, what’s the job?” He doesn’t feel like playing games anymore. He doesn’t see what any of this has to do with him anyway.

“I’m putting a bounty on that little thief, it can be yours or it can go to the Guild. Or,” Ran hesitates, watching the way Din’s shoulders tense, “You can help me out. Help me with this one thing and I’ll drop it.”

Din doesn’t even ask what he needs to do, he only nods and finds himself trying his best to tolerate Qin’s chatter from the Crest’s passenger seat while he flies.

It should worry him, that he didn’t even consider his own safety. But something about it feels right, he’s sure he’d put anything on the line if it meant you were safe.

It’s almost boring, standing guard at the door as Qin ransacks some official’s office on a planet he’s already forgotten the name of. Ran mentioned something about a trade agreement, although given the largely illegal nature of his dealings it doesn’t take a genius to work out exactly why something like that would have been refused by any law abiding citizen. Although law in the Outer Rim is generally subjective to everyone’s personal code.

“One more office and we’re done.” Qin assures him as he exits the upturned office, pressing a drive into Din’s gloved palm. He pockets it without question, experience has taught him that wasting time asking will only get them in trouble.

Trouble seems to find them anyway. It always does.

He races through the beige hallways, following the blinking dot on the display of his vambrace with Qin hot on his heels. The security guards aren’t fast, they aren’t even armed, there’s no point in shooting when the two of them so clearly have the upper hand. Until a burly Trandoshan leaps out of a doorway and tackles Qin to the ground. But Din doesn’t look back, he just presses forward to the Crest.

Din hightails it out of there, jumping to lightspeed still in atmosphere. Just in case. And breathes his first sigh of relief since he stepped onto the station. He’s not sure what’s on the drive, honestly he doesn’t want to know, and he just hopes it’s important enough to Ran that he might overlook the tiny detail of leaving Qin to the guards.

Ran only seems mildly annoyed that Din comes back alone, more interested in the drive dropped into his waiting hand, and agrees to forget about setting a bounty. So long as you don’t turn up on his doorstep, lie, and steal from him again. Din promises to pass on the message.

You’re on Tatooine, arguing with a scrapper in Mos Espa over the price of a rusted laser cannon, when he finds you. The scrapper quiets when he appears over your shoulder, and nods reluctantly at your suggested fifty percent of the asking price. It’s hot and you’re tired, you don’t have the patience to pretend to be surprised when you turn to see him standing behind you.

“Help me with this?” You ask. Din watches a bead of sweat drip down your temple, tries not to wish it was his tongue instead, and nods wordlessly.

Between the two of you, you manage to haul the cannon to your docking bay and roll it up the loading ramp. Only once it’s secure in the hold do you take a moment to survey his armour, the way you did last time.

There’s no obvious new scratches, although the dust on this rock of a planet will dirty anything in a matter of seconds, but you find yourself relieved by the familiarity of his dark red armour. Nothing has been replaced since the last time you saw him, it seems. You’ve come a long way since then.

“You’re stealing from our old boss now?” Din’s voice breaks your careful study of his armour, and your brow furrows. You thought he might understand, out of everyone in the galaxy, but you don’t even know how he found out.

“We’re in a war.”

“You’re in a war.”

Your eyes snap up to his visor, and he has to physically plant himself so he isn’t rocked back by the intensity of your stare. You find his eyes every time, you always have. But yours have never held such a cold fury for him than they do now. It’s kind of terrifying, it’s kind of beautiful.

“This is not about me. This is so much bigger than just me. You may have grown up underground learning how to kill people with your thumbs but I grew up under imperial rule. I grew up building parts for star destroyers and running messages for rebels. All I know is this fucking war.” You’re rambling but you don’t care. He has to know, he has to understand that this is what you do now. The last couple of years have been the best of your life, you’ve found a purpose. Something that makes you want to get out of bed in the mornings and reluctant to go back to it at night, you’ve thrown yourself into the brewing fight and it feels like you were born for it. The names of all the friends you’ve lost to the Empire sit heavy on your tongue for every TIE you take down, every supply you steal, every bit of intel you scrape together. It’s for them, it’s for everyone who came before, it’s for everyone who will come after.

Din says your name softly, but the tears are falling and you can’t stop.

“I’ve been fighting my whole life so kids in the future don’t have to live the way I have. I think a few spare parts are worth that.”

You tell him your whole story, standing there awkwardly in the belly of the freighter. You tell him about the messages you ran between workers who resisted, who rebelled, who heard whispers of uprising and felt the roar of hope in their chests. You’d started young, too young really to understand the danger of what you were doing. But what about being young on Corellia was not dangerous? You tell him how the group started to grow, branching out from your factory line to the docks and the mechanics and further. The way they started to include you more as you got older, planning and whispering in darkened corners and safehouses away from the ears of the Empire.

Not that it did anyone any good in the end. You tell him how they stormed the house one night. No warning, no whispers. Blew the door out of the wall and started shooting. So you’d started running. Nothing but the blanket from your bed, the one you’d had since you were a child, around your shoulders and a younger girl’s hand in yours. You’d almost gotten her to the loading docks. To safety. Almost. You can still taste the blood in your mouth when the blaster bolt split her head open, but you’d left her where she fell and kept running. You tell him how you dove into the first open cargo bay you saw and hid. For days. How you’d cried when you felt it finally lift from the bay. How it had been Ran’s ship, one of his first trades. You hadn’t had the courage to leave the station until somebody had shown you it was possible.

Din doesn’t interrupt once. He only watches. Watches as the tears stop streaming, as you pull yourself back together again. He’s sure you didn’t want him, anyone, to see you so vulnerable. You’ve always had that mask of quick jokes and bright smiles, it’s only now that he realises it's a mask, and it’s oddly fascinating to watch you piece it together. You wipe at your cheeks with the sleeve of your jacket until there’s no trace of your tears and take a deep breath. In the blink of an eye, it’s as though you never cried at all.

Even so, the bags under your eyes don’t lie. He’s sure he’s got a pair to match.

“When’s the last time you slept?” He asks quietly, and if you didn’t know better you’d swear he was concerned about you. But you do know better.

You shoot a glance over to the freighter’s sorry excuse of a bunk. It’s even worse than the last one he took you in, although you’re not sure he’s suggesting a good fuck will get you off to sleep. It’s very pointedly not been touched, starched sheets still stretched military-tight over the mattress. Not that it’s much of a mattress.

“Let’s find a room somewhere. I think a real bed might do us both some good.” He makes it sound like an offer, but you know it’s non-negotiable. And deep down, you really could use a good hour or two before you have to fly back to base. The pilot’s seat is definitely more comfortable than the bunk, just about. You dip into the cockpit at the last second to snag your old blanket. For comfort’s sake.

There’s not a lot in the room that an older Twi’lek woman hands you the keycard to. Only a desk with a chair, an attached refresher, and a small bed. But it’s big enough for the two of you. The suns start to dip below the horizon, and Din finally reaches out to touch you. Just barely, just a light stroke of his fingers along your shoulder. But it’s enough to convince you to take a shower, you’re sandy and sweaty and tired and it’ll take more energy to argue than it would to just take the shower.

You’re in there for longer than you intended, zoning out as your eyes lose focus of the little square tiles on the wall, and it’s dark outside by the time you’re dried and dressed in the spare clothes you keep in your go-bag. Din’s pulled blinds shut, locked the door, and piled his armour carefully on the desk. The ancient wood creaks under the weight of the metal. The man himself is lying spreadeagled on the bed, in only his underclothes and his helmet, the dull light from the single bulb in the refresher reflects off of his visor when he turns to look at you. It might make you laugh if you weren’t so tired.

“Better?”

You nod. Of course you feel better, anyone would after scrubbing what felt like an inch thick layer of sweat and sand off of their skin. You smell of the pleasantly neutral soap from the dispenser and, for the first time in days, you think you can breathe again. Although the weight of exhaustion threatens to drag your bones through the floor.

Din pulls himself to stand with a low groan, shoulders protesting when he rolls them, and tucks the sheet back far enough that you can get in comfortably. It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s laid your blanket out beneath them, a thought that sits jagged in your throat. He approaches you slowly, carefully, as though he’s afraid you’ll bolt if he moves too fast. But you take his hand the moment he offers it and leans around you to switch the fresher’s light off, let him lead you back to the bed, and follow him down onto it.

There’s the barest sound of metal brushing against his hair as he pulls the helmet off and sits up for a moment to set it down on the floor.

“Din?” Your voice is quiet, careful not to disturb the peace that’s settled in the room, but it makes him shudder all the same. He returns to you, tucks the blankets up around you both, and tugs you into him. The Armourer’s words, the ones that swirl in his head every time he thinks of you like this, are silent. Din finds he’s not even a little bit guilty.

Warm fingers trace your body, soft over your exposed skin, light as they dip under your shirt. He says nothing, only traces the scars on your back, on your sides, along your ribs. He doesn’t ask how they got there, running his touch along the raised marks you’ve collected through your life and leaving goosebumps in his wake. For the first time in a long time, you don’t feel quite so empty.

You shift further into the warmth underneath you, a vain attempt to keep a hold of the last few dregs of sleep. But you feel rested, at least. That’s not something particularly familiar, and you bask in the feeling. A hum rumbles beneath you. Oh, that’s where you are. You’re not embarrassed, or shocked, like you thought you might be if this ever happened. If you ever thought it possible he wouldn’t leave you to wake up alone. But Din is solid under your head, under your arm, the soft fabric of his shirt clutched in your fist. He’s speaking softly, coaxing you from dreams. It’s still dark as anything when you finally open your eyes, so it can’t have been more than a few hours you spent snoozing.

It’s his story, you realise when your brain finally kicks into gear. He’s whispering about the memories he has from before, his parents. You’d always assumed he was born and raised Mandalorian, how he carries his Way so heavily on his shoulders, but the shake in his ribs as he recounts them tells you all you need to know. Your fist tightens in his shirt when you shuffle a little closer, press your face into his shoulder, a little more over the top of him. A human blanket.

Din likes it, the weight of you on him, your body helps him to keep focus. He never thought he’d tell anyone what happened to him. A dirty secret to be kept hidden away. But something about you pulls it out of him, something about the peace he’s created here with you in this little room makes the truth ease its way out of his throat. You’re not the only one who felt the wrath of the Empire as a child, you’re not the only one who wants it gone, he needs you to know that.

It breaks something inside you, to hear him so clearly struggle through the details of the attack and his rescue, and you can’t help but push yourself up further. Unwrap your hand from his shirt to find his cheek, press your lips to his softly, slowly. He’s suffered enough. You need him to know that you’re here, you have him. You’ll always have him. You let him lose himself in your body, and maybe your heart. He’s already made a home there anyways.

It’s careful, tentative, more so than the other times. The way you hold each other as though you’re made of glass. There’s no rush, no pressure of a goodbye, no adrenaline of a hunt. You have time. And, god, does it show. The way Din touches you is reverent, like you’re holy. You put everything you are, everything you have, behind every kiss, every touch, every whisper. It belongs to him, you’re happy to give yourself over. Just as he belongs to you, you’re sure of it. The fear that he touches someone else in the way he does you is soothed by the roughness of his voice in your ear, the way his teeth scrape against your throat, the way you hear the words without them needing to be said. Because he does, as you do.

You’re the first one to leave this time, blindly finding your clothes in the dark. You leave him a neutral comm, one you already have the pin saved for. He’ll know what it is. It connects to your personal pin without leaving a trace, and you can buzz him at any point. So long as he keeps it, you think he will. You take a moment to listen to him breathing, steadily in the dark, and raise your blanket to your nose. Din.

There won’t be a day goes by where you don’t think of him, of that you’re certain.

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feeling-weirdy · 3 years

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I loved your Halloween fic!!!!

Would you consider writing a follow up where Wanda and Vision finally get to walk down the yellow brick road 😉😉 once trick or treating is done and the kids are asleep? Maybe they have to take a shower to get all the makeup and stuff off???

Love everything you write!!!

Make sure you check out part 1 first!

Explicit for suuuuure

"Looks like the kids are down for the count. I never thought a sugar crash would be our saving grace, but there you have it." Vision plopped himself on the bed, straw pieces littering the bed with every movement. He and his costume had been positively spent and he found himself no longer caring where the bits of his costume fell. “The night is officially over.”

Wanda came in from the bathroom, meticulously removing both of her earrings with a thoughtful glance. "That wasn't too bad now was it?"

"You do have to admit...” Vision grunted softly, pushing himself up so that he was leaning on his elbows against the bed. “Your costumes are a bit...outdated." His face scrunched at the word, his lips tugging outwards as his eyes scanned her perfect form. The blue and white checkered pattern suited her quite nicely, a small slip of fabric hugging her waist together in a most delicious way that only stopped once it twisted around itself to form the bow that sat at the small of her back.

"Outdated?” She scoffed, making her way towards him. Placing the earrings on the nightstand, she leaned over him and placed one delicate kiss on his lips. “I think you look quite handsome if I do say so myself."

"Mm, thank you, darling." As she pulled back, he followed her sneaking in one last kiss before she stood up straight. “Yours is definitely worth all the fuss. I think I could get used to seeing you in little numbers like that.”

“Oh yeah?” She giggled, sauntering toward the bathroom with exaggerated movements. Her hips swung back and forth as she peered over at him with a loving glance. "Maybe you should help me get this little number off then. Find something else you'd enjoy more?" Wanda leaned against the bathroom door, daring him to follow after her with teasing eyes.

Vision cocked his head to the side, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

"Pretty sure we're supposed to follow that yellow brick road, hm? You wouldn't want to keep me from finding my way home, would you Mr. Scarecrow?"

Vision chuckled, pushing himself to his feet as he closed the distance between them. "I'm pretty sure we can drop all that, yeah? Maybe it's not quite as sexy as I thought it was." Slipping his hand around her waist, he used his right to trace the edge of her jaw, pulling her lips up to meet his.

"Worth a shot." Wanda shrugged, grinning up at him. "Maybe we should just...take this off and put things back in order."

"I think that would be for the best."

They kept their eyes locked on each other. Wanda reached around her back, slowly undoing the bow that kept her little dress tight around her body. She turned, silently asking for help with the zipper. Vision complied, brushing her hair out of the way as he steadily pulled the zipper all the way down her back.

Slipping his hands beneath the fabric, he ran his cool digits along her skin, tracing the indentation of her back until he reached her shoulders. He flicked the straps off of her shoulders allowing the entirety of the dress to fall to the floor, revealing her voluptuous body.

He allowed his fingers to explore her skin, tracing over the patterns of her black bra. With a soft sigh, she turned in his arms, stretching her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

"No fair," she breathed against him, peering down at his still clothed body.

Vision laughed. " I wouldn't even know where to begin to take this thing off." He raised his arms slightly, feeling as if he had been sewn inside this blasted thing, and as the person who did the sewing, she knew full well what she had done.

"Can't you just...?" Wanda's eyebrows danced, moving in all sorts of directions in implication. "Plus...you gotta change...all that anyway." She circled her finger around his face, a dazzling smile crossing her face. "If I'm going to make love to my husband then I'm going to make love to my husband."

"Ah...right." His human disguise dissipated, giving way to the reddish-purple tint of his normal outward appearance. Changing forms gave himself the opportunity to shed his costume, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. His wife gazed up at him, her approval evident.

“Much better...”

Vision set to work where he left off earlier in the night, peppering kisses along the nape of her neck. Teasing his cool fingers along the sides of bare skin, eliciting all sorts of sighs and squeaks as he made his way around her body. He could feel Wanda’s warm fingers make their way along his hard chest, the temperature difference sending shivers through his very core. Soft moans escaped her lips, nagging him on until it was his tongue trailing along her soft, delicate skin. While he couldn’t taste in the same way a human could, he could still feel the metallic tang rest along his tongue. He could take in her heat if nothing else, only growing more pronounced as he made his desires known.

Not allowing himself to rush, Vision took his time as he worked his way up her neck drawing out all sorts of delicious noises from Wanda’s lips as she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingertips scraping along the sensitive part at the base of his neck only driving him mad.

Finally making his way to her mouth, Vision crashes his lips to her, his hand trailing back down to the tip of her waist as she pressed against him. The passion between them built by the moment, pulling each other closer until air no longer existed between them.

Wanda hops and wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the bed, stripping off her panties in one quick motion. She arched her back, hurriedly removing her bra, never breaking their kiss as he climbs on top of her. Tossing her underwear to the side, she allowed her fingers to explore his body once more, reaching down to tease him through his boxers. A powerful feeling exploded within him as she ran a finger along his cock, coaxing him forward.

Happily obliging, Vision pressed himself against her center, teasing the folds with the bulge keeping them apart. The feeling of her warmth against his swollen muscle drew him, easily phasing through the last of his clothes until he was completely engulfed within her.

Despite her attempts to keep herself quiet, Wanda’s whines dripped from her lips unashamed as he buried himself within her. She bit her bottom lip, digging her fingernails into the plates on his back as she braced herself for the friction that built up between them.

He kept a steady rhythm, her warmth drawing him deeper as he gripped the sheets beneath them. Wanda traced her fingers along his cheeks, pulling him down for another hungry kiss.

They moved together, keeping a uniformed pace as he closed the distance between them again and again.

Vision could feel as she reached her climax, her walls tensing against his member as she tried desperately to keep herself quiet for their children’s sake. She never could quite get that right, though they had been lucky those same children were hard sleepers. He hurried his pace, hoping to help her along as she fell over the edge.

Her breathing staggered, her heart rate increased as she began to convulse, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming as he chased his own release. Vision was never far behind, her soft and desperate expressions only pushing him faster towards his own convulsions.

His systems erupted with pleasure as his programming replicated the experience of an orgasm. The intense feeling overtook him, squeezing his eyes tight as he allowed it to wash over him. Wanda’s fingers danced along his arms, determined to catch her breath as his movements slowed.

Vision kept himself towered over her as she caught her breath. She leaned her head back for a moment, sweat peppering her brow. “Now we’re definitely going to need a shower. Care to join me?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Vision answered, pressing his lips hard against hers one last time into a deep kiss. Even after all this time together, her kisses sent electricity throughout his entire system. They spent a moment just absorbing each other in a truly blissful, happy moment. With a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, Vision pulled away from her as she giggled beneath him.

Following her to the bathroom, the two spent the night consumed with one another.

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amerrierworld · 4 years

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Babysitter (pt 7)

Thor (Ragnarok) - fanfiction

Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, some friends

Word Count: 2,397

Warning: angst (IM SO SORRY) some light smut ??

A cool hand was stroking along your hairline and you shifted at the touch, yawning as you woke up. Minty breath wafted towards you as Hela kissed your cheek.

Your eyes opened to meet her glimmering gaze. Sheets tangled around your legs, you were both just as naked as the night before, and you snuggled closer to her.

“You’re still here,” you mumbled.

“You really think I’d run off after last night?” she whispered, shuffling to kiss your lips, to which you let out a hum of delight. “I think it’s quite the opposite. You may never get rid of me now.”

“Good,” you said in return, straddling her and pushing the sheets off of the both of you.

A chime sounded and Alfred piped up from the living room, “Incoming call from Tony Stark, Miss Y/N.”

“Put him to voicemail,” you said, kissing down Hela’s pale neck and chest. “I’m busy.”

Two strong hands raked through your hair as you continued your way down.

“Y/N,” Hela breathed, chest rising. Her dark hair was cascading on the pillows. You gripped her hips and bit into the strong flesh of her thighs. Her legs opened wider and she squirmed on the bed.

She pulled your hair harder, “don’t tease,” she commanded, voice dripping with arousal.

You pulled back a moment and watched her appearance change from defiant to desperate, hands clawing at you for support.

“My house, my rules,” you smirked. “Stay down. No touching. Understood?”

Hela stared at you, incredulity written all over her face. You dipped a suggestive finger between her thighs and then she relented, relaxing into the sheets as you settled between her, legs, triumph and arousal surging through you.

When you both awoke again later, in a sweaty heap on the bed, you eventually got her up on her feet and dressed, though it took far too long with multiple distractions along the way.

“Come along,” you pulled her to the living room. Suddenly your home seemed far too small to contain your feelings. You wanted to jump and scream with happiness,

Hela could not remember the last time she had smiled so much. Perhaps because she felt very sexually satisfied for the first time in centuries, but watching you bounce from room to room with stars in your eyes made her question if it was something more than that.

That filled her with both delight, and dread.

“Here, sit,” you ordered her, “what do you wanna eat?”

“Is that a trick question?” Hela asked silkily. When you looked over at her, green eyes roved suggestively over your body with a raised eyebrow. You turned red and walked towards the fridge, muttering something about obscene Asgardians.

The screen on the fridge lit up, stating ‘5 missed calls from Tony S.’

You frowned a little, staring at the fridge until two hands gripped your waist from behind.

“Y/N,” Hela murmured. You bit your lip as she turned you around in her grip, the notifications forgotten for a moment.

“Darling,” she whispered, “we should talk.”

“Already? Isn’t that something for like, the third date?” you giggled.

“Our circumstances are not ideal, you know that,” she continued, serious now. “I’m a fugitive in the eyes of your people.”

“Hardly. House guest, remember?”

“We cannot-, you and I are not...”

“Not what? Compatible? Bullshit.”

“I see the way you look at me.” That shushed you. “But this cannot go on.”

“Oh really? Why not? You seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was last night,” you bristled. A hand cupped your face. Hela’s eyes were filled with cold determination, but her touch was soft.

“I am a Goddess, dear,” she said. “You are human.”

“That didn’t stop Thor,” you bit back, and immediately regretted it. She looked taken aback a moment, and sighed.

“And where is she now, hm? Sweetheart, as much as I like it here, there isn’t a way where we could ever be more than just this.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. “Don’t say you just like it here. Because unless you’re a really good actor or just love fucking, last night was not you just liking it.”

“Y/N-,”

“Say it, Hela. Please. This wasn’t just a one-off fuck, I know that. Tell me the truth,” you pleaded. “Tell me you want to stay. With me.”

Hela’s heart was throbbing with pain and love as she looked at you, young, thriving, alive, but so very mortal. Her throat was choking up, and she could barely make herself say it.

You were about to plead and confess your stupid amount of love for her when the front door swung open.

There stood Tony, in filthy and shattered pieces of armour. He was the only one who could probably override Alfred’s system without any hassle since he was the one who created it, but you yelped in surprise nonetheless.

Behind him were an equally filthy Thor and Black Widow, looking exhausted and defeated.

“Oh my,” you managed to say. Hela stepped away from you quickly, but the three newcomers saw your embrace nonetheless.

Tony, completely disinterested in Hela, came up to you quickly.

“Three things. Go,” he ordered, one of his iron gloves charging up. His eyes were wild, and you could barely process his words at first. You then began prattling off the three secret things you and him had agreed upon to be codewords between the two of you. When Tony realized it truly was you and believed it, he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed at the jutting metal scraps of his suit digging into your skin.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away. “Had to make sure.”

“Y/N, the hell is going on here?” Thor growled, eyes darting between you and Hela, who was leaning against the counter opposite you, wearing regular clothes, arms unshackled and crossed nonchalantly.

“I- nothing. I should be asking you the same question,” you retorted. “Where’s Loki?”

Thor shook his head and your heart sank.

“What happened?”

“This is her, then?” Natasha asked, your question ignored, eyeing up Hela.

“Uh, this is Hela, my.. friend. Hela, this is Tony and Natasha.”

“Friend my ass, what the hell have you two been up to? Seriously, Y/N, it hasn’t even been that long,” Tony scolded, glaring at her.

“Hey, shut up, Stark. You don’t know half of it.”

“And neither do you, clearly. Have you any idea what’s been happening out there? Why the hell didn’t you answer any of my calls?”

“What? Everything’s fine here, and I haven’t been outside in a little while, okay? What’s happened?”

Thor slammed a hand against the wall, and if it wasn’t for Tony’s architectural reinforcements, he would’ve made a hole. “Thanos won.”

Hela’s face went pale, but you didn’t notice as you tried to remember what you knew about Thanos.

“What?”

“Thanos.” Natasha hissed, putting her hands on her hips. “Half the world’s just gone. Vanished. We lost.”

“Hold on, what are you even talking about?” you asked, confused, laughing nervously. “There’s no way.. you guys never lose.”

“They’re right, Y/N,” Hela whispered. Silence followed and you looked at her as if she’d grown three heads.

The four of you stared at the Goddess and she approached you carefully.

“That’s what I felt yesterday. Impending doom.”

“You... knew?” you asked, voice small.

“Not exactly. But... there was something,” her eyes darted over your face, trying to read your reaction as she kept talking. “I didn’t know it was Thanos at first, I swear.”

Thor rushed forward and yanked Hela back by her hair, spinning them around to slam her back against the wall. She groaned in pain and your heart jumped.

“Thor!” you yelled, but couldn’t do anything else.

“What do you know?” he growled. His hand was gripping her neck, the neck that had just been recovering from the red marks of the collar she’d been wearing for days straight. The neck that you’d kissed and stroked and admired just the night before. You blinked back tears, but held you ground.

"Tell us!” he shouted. Hela breathing was ragged and you snapped, reaching to grab at his arm.

“Thor- Thor, please, you’re hurting her,” you began, and then quickly adding, “she can’t speak if you’re choking her, you idiot!”

He let her go and she slumped to the ground. Your heart broke in a million pieces, but Thor held you back, whether because he knew you’d rush to her side or out of concern that Hela was a threat. The three Avengers aimed at your new lover pressed against the wall as they waited.

“I knew of.. Thanos,” Hela grumbled hoarsely, looking at Thor and avoiding your gaze altogether. “We all did. You cannot go about conquering worlds and not know of Thanos. But he never came close to Asgard, so he was never a concern of ours.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sister,” Thor growled. “The minute we were back in space after we left you here, Thanos came to take the Tesseract, the Space Stone.”

Hela’s face drained of its remaining colour, and you listened intently to what he said, all good feelings of the morning and night before disappearing as Thor explained what had happened.

“He killed half of our remaining people,” Thor’s voice was nearly breaking. “For the sake of his mission. There’s hardly anyone left. And now Earth, too!”

“Did you know Thanos was coming to Earth?” Natasha asked coolly. Hela shook her head slowly, her eyes misty.

“Did he... kill everyone?” you asked, shaking.

“He used the Infinity Stones to snap half of our population out of existence,” Tony said. “They’re basically dead, but not. Just... smoke.”

“Who?” you trembled, hugging yourself tightly.

“Fury,” Tony began, staring at the ground. “T’Challa, Wanda... Peter.”

“No!” you gasped, your mind reeling. You shook your head in disbelief, wobbly on your feet.

“They’re not the only ones,” Natasha added.

“And there’s nothing we can do?” you asked.

“We don't know yet. It’s been... busy,” Tony said. You grabbed a glass of water, shaking.

“Y/N,” Natasha came up to you and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You wanted it to be Hela’s.

“No, I’m okay,” you waved her away. “Just.. why did you come here? I can’t help you.”

“We needed to know what had happened to you.”

“And I need to take my sister away from here,” Thor said, pulling Hela up to her feet. “You’re in far too much danger with her.”

“What? No, Thor!” you exclaimed. Natasha held you back.

“She’s too dangerous, you were right. We have to get rid of her if she doesn’t have anything to tell us.”

“Thor, it’s fine. I’m alive, don’t you see? She hasn’t hurt me at all. Please,” you begged. “You’re not thinking straight. She’s not dangerous!”

“We need to make sure of any connections Thanos had, Y/N,” Tony said calmly. “And a Goddess of Death does sound suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Come along, sister,” Thor said gruffly.

“Where are you taking her?” your voice was thick.

“Away from here, maybe Hel will be just as welcoming as last time. How about it, Hela? We may just have to banish you again.”

That set Hela’s eyes ablaze and she pulled away from Thor’s grip. Her infamous armour appeared, glinting black and green in the light. You paled as a large, menacing blade formed in her hand and she took a defensive stance.

“You will not take me back there,” she hissed. “You’ll have to kill me first.”

“Yeah, pass,” Tony replied, aiming at Hela with one iron hand and shooting a beam straight towards her. You screamed at the flash, but she seemed unaffected. Her armour absorbed the shock and took no damage. The blade deflected Natasha’s bullets and she easily stepped away from Thor’s punches and kicks.

You were frozen to the spot, watching Hela with blood lust and battle fever in her eyes. Her mouth was pulled into a snarl and she managed to pin Natasha against the wall, blades sticking through the fabric of her suit, but leaving her unharmed.

Blinking, you realized she was avoiding hurting your friends, but at a great cost. She had to take the offensive blows without retaliation and you knew this new-found strength wasn’t going to last forever.

An arm pulled you by the waist and Tony held you firmly, the distinct charging sound of his hand starting just by the side of your head.

“Yield, Hela,” Thor shouted, booming with anger. Once she saw they had you, she stopped. There was brief silence and Natasha managed to pull herself away from the blades.

Hela’s chest was heaving, her eyes flickering between each opponent. When she made eye contact with you, something broke within both of you.

“Let her go,” she ordered. Surely she knew they wouldn’t hurt you?

“Not until you agree to come with us and give us the answers we need,” Natasha said.

“I have no answers for you,” she said softly. “I cannot help you. I cannot fix what Thanos has done. Now let Y/N go and I will do as you say.”

“I don’t believe her,” Thor said. “She will very easily turn on you. My sister will only do what is in her best interest. Don’t let her go yet, Tony.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Tony whispered in your ear. “Just play along.”

You didn’t say anything and looked at Hela, knowing the pain she felt. If she complied, you’d become the puppet for the Avengers to use to make her talk, and that idea terrified both of you. She’d give herself up, even though she had nothing to confess.

“Hela, please,” you whispered, trying to tug away from Tony’s grasp. She stared at you, battle armour and all, with a single tear spilling from her eyes. Her usually hardened demeanour was crumbling, and just when you thought she was going to give in, she turned, ran, and jumped straight through your window, shattering the glass and tumbling to the ground below.

A scream escaped your throat that you couldn’t recognize. Tony let you go as you hurried to the window to see Hela running away at lightning speed, disappearing behind buildings and crowds before you could say anything else.

A/N: Aahhhh!!!

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harryspet · 4 years

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little doe [2] peter parker

[Warnings] aged up peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, peter being domestic af, mj exists but she’s not with peter, doe goes into heat, dd lg dynamic, broken english, some sexy stuff, fingering

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Peter was an early riser. Not because he enjoyed it but because he was so used to four a.m. calls from Fury. In the morning, he woke up disoriented mostly because he didn’t even recognize the room he was in. It took him a moment to realize all the events of yesterday. Doe, a superhuman from another version of earth, was now living in his apartment.

“Peter,” although her voice was silvery and light, Peter almost jumped out of his skin. He had forgotten that he had fallen asleep in her bed, mostly against his will.

“Doe,” Peter clutched his chest because his heart was beating so fast, “Jesus, you scared me.”

The young girl was now sitting up in the bed, her white hair now a bit tangled, and she seemed to worry about the way he was holding his chest, “Peter?” Even first thing in the morning, he thought she was beautiful.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He assured her as he sat up in the bed. He had to remind himself that he had to adjust the way he spoke to her because she didn’t understand the nuances of the language. She reached out to touch his hand and Peter simply stared as she grabbed it, wrapping her hand in his, “Well … good morning.”

Peter looked at the clock on her nightstand to see it was only seven in the morning. With his other hand, since Doe was still holding his other, Peter rubbed his tired face, “Maybe we should sleep in. Sleep, Doe.”

He gestured for her to lay back down but she raised an eyebrow. He tried to pull his hand from hers but she only gripped his tighter. Looking at her, the girl was clearly wide awake now. Maybe they ran on less sleep on her version of earth.

Fine, he was used to this. Peter sighed, “We’ll start the day early then,” Peter hoped by noon she’d be tired and they could take a nap.

Peter moved to climb at the bed and she followed him, still keeping their hands interlaced. “Good morning! Good morning!” Doe exclaimed, practically bouncing. He showed her to the bathroom and, luckily, the functions of the bathroom translated well.

To say the least, Doe was not shy at all. If it was up to her, she’d hold his hand through the shower, when she was brushing her teeth, and even when she was relieving herself. He had to pry his fingers from her, deciding that he had to lay down the rules or she’d never have any sort of independence, “Doe, I like when you hold my hand, I do,” He squeezed her hand and smiled, “But we don’t need to hold hands in the bathroom.” He shook his head.

She frowned, of course, but he promised he’d keep the bathroom cracked open as he waited in her room.

“Peter?” He shouldn’t have been surprised when she arrived in the doorway, completely naked. He stared, only for a moment, and then realized he hadn’t given her any clothes to change into.

“Stay there,” He spoke sharply and she froze. He looked through the drawer of clothes and pulled out the first dress he could find and then the … underwear. He tried not to look down as he handed her the clothes.

Peter turned around and released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

She tapped his shoulder when she was done and then she was standing there, her wet hair dripping onto her mint green dress.

He was already drained and didn’t feel like attempting to help her dry her hair. Instead, he said, “Okay, Peter’s turn,” He had a feeling that he might be speaking in the third person from now on.

She interlaced their fingers again and Peter led her out of the room and down the hallway. The rising sun lit up the apartment thanks to the far wall practically only being made of windows. He told her to sit on his bed and she obeyed without hesitance. She was still bouncing with excitement, ready to begin the day.

“Stay, Doe. Okay?” Peter raised his hands into two thumbs up. She stared down at her own fingers before mimicking him.

“Stay,” She repeated.

He had to admit, though he was glad to get a moment alone, he didn’t like not being able to see her. Peter went on with his routine, changing into a regular t-shirt and grey sweatpants. A lazy Sunday was hopefully ahead.

Doe had wandered around Peter’s room which didn’t seem to have nearly as many decorations as hers. She wondered why Peter wanted her to sleep in a different room than hers. Were their souls not intertwined? Maybe since Peter was from this version of earth, he couldn’t feel the same bond that she did.

She found a couple of photo frames. Peter with a tall girl with dark and curly hair. Peter with an older lady who looked just like him and Peter with an older man with a goatee. He was smiling so hard in that one. Doe picked it up, tracing her fingers over Peter’s face noting how young he looked.

She hadn’t even looked up as Peter returned from the bathroom. Peter walked over calmly, already knowing what she was looking at, “Peter?” She pointed at the man standing beside him in the photo, “You … you,” She searched for the right word, “F-fa… f-”

But he shook his head, a solemn look on his face, “No, he’s not my father. He was a great man though.”

Doe raised an eyebrow, “Sad?”

Peter nodded, “Yes, but not because of Doe,” He tried to assure her.

She pressed a hand to her chest to say “my” and then tried out the new word again, “F-Father, he leave.” He hadn’t even thought about the Family she was probably missing. She had grown to like him so easily that he hadn’t even considered it.

“Your father? He left?” She nodded but he had the idea that “leaving” to her meant something different. Something darker. He wasn’t sure how to talk to her when there was such a barrier between them, “I’m sorry.”

Peter grabbed her hand this time and Doe smiled. Then she moved closer, leaning into him and, out of instinct, Peter wrapped his arms around her.

Perhaps that barrier was just in his head. It seemed that this, their touch, was all each other needed in that moment.

He had poured Doe a bowl of cereal as he made a cup of coffee and some toast for himself. And, like everything else, Doe didn’t like the way he did things. She wanted the toast and coffee and, when Peter insisted she eat her own meal, she climbed into his lap and started to eat his food. Really, it was most likely because she didn’t want to sit in her own chair.

The dimension she was from must lack the concept of personal space. They weren’t together, she couldn’t just sit in his lap platonically. She shouldn’t be comfortable with him seeing her naked and he definitely shouldn’t have liked it.

Realizing he had to lay down the law once again, he lifted the girl and returned her back to her seat. Besides that, he did not want to see her with caffeine in her system, “Your chair, your food,” He told her before returning to his seat, “My chair, my food.”

She scowled at him, picking up her spoon, “Peter i-is . . . mean.”

Peter froze, in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee. She was learning faster than he expected, “I’m not mean,” Peter spoke, sounding offended, “You are a brat.”

“Not brat!” She didn’t understand what it meant but knew it was an insult, “Peter is brat.”

Her hands curled around the spoon tightly as she grew frustrated. Peter suddenly remembered that he hadn’t given her the suppressant pills. He stood up from his seat, “Doe, eat your cereal,” he spoke sharply, “Now.”

She took a few breaths as if to calm herself down before dipping her spoon into her cereal. Of course, she thought it was delicious. All this was only to prove some type of dominance over him and Peter decided he couldn’t tolerate it.

Peter walked into the kitchen and opened the small kit that Pepper had given him. It had several weeks worth of pills as well as some sedatives in case she lost control. He collected two pills and a glass of water.

When he returned to the table, she had finished her food but she was staring off sadly. He held out the pills to her and she simply stared, “Doe is not brat,” She told him, sounding resolute.

“No, it was mean to call you a name, I’m sorry” Peter sighed, setting down the glass of water, “But Doe has to listen to Peter. Peter is in charge and he will take care of Doe.”

“Doe is sorry.”

He gestured to the pills again and she took them from his hand, swallowing them before grabbing the water. “Good girl,” Peter brushed his hand through her hair and she blushed, “How about we watch a movie?”

If they had a version of TV in Doe’s dimension, she certainly didn’t act like it. She was entranced by pretty much every movie he put on the TV and they had gone through several of the Star Wars and Terminator movies. Despite them being his favorites, she wasn’t nearly as impressed as when they got to the cartoons.

The giant blue genie on the thumbnail intrigued her and then he watched her fall in love with both Princess Jasmine and Abu. She was crying, holding his hand tightly, as Aladdin gave the genie his freedom, “Again!” She shouted her new favorite word as she forced Peter to play the movie again. “Please,” She added quietly and Peter only laughed.

And that’s how they ended up watching Aladdin three times in a row. Luckily, as it played for the fourth time, Doe rested her head on Peter’s stomach and began to doze off.

Peter gently moved her head to rest on a pillow before standing and covering her with a blanket. He had a missed call from MJ that he hadn’t wanted to take while he was alone with Doe. Peter walked to his office and slowly shut the door.

“MJ, hey-”

“Ned told me everything. I knew you were hiding something, Parker,” She interrupted him and spoke in her usual cool, monotone voice, “You’re keeping a literal alien in your apartment? Did something in your brain ever say ‘hey, that might not be a good idea’”

“You want to meet her, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Peter smiled, walking over to the window, “You realize that her existence disproves a million known scientific theories. She’s probably valuable too. I bet a bunch of countries would be interested. You’d probably never have to work another day in your life-”

“You talking about selling her to a foreign government is not convincing me to let you meet her.”

“Fine, sorry,” MJ continued, “Here’s something that will. You know literally nothing about girls.”

“That’s not true!” Peter exclaimed defensively, “I’ve dated … I dated you for christ sake, MJ!”

“That is highly debatable,” MJ laughed, “Anyways, I can help! Feminine projects, did you think to buy those?”

Peter was silent for a moment, “Well …”

“Does she have bras that fit? Things to do her hair?”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Do you even have those things yourself, MJ?”

“I’ll see you soon, Peter,” MJ said before hanging up and Peter only pressed his lips into a thin line. Peter knew she’d keep her word and, knowing her, she probably had her own key to his place.

When Peter walked back into the living room, he heard Doe calling for him. Well, that nap lasted quicker than he thought. As he made his way to the couch, he realized something was very wrong. Her face and skin had turned a shade of red and she looked like she was hyperventilating, “Peter,” She gasped, tears in her eyes.

He rushed to her side, flinging the blankets away as he tried to find where she was hurt. He saw lines of blue, like electricity, running beneath her skin. He gulped. He couldn’t find any physical wounds but she was writhing as if something in her core was wrong. She clutched her stomach as she continued to moan his name.

“Doe, Doe,” He was panicking, it was their first real day together and it was already going so wrong. She didn’t answer, only moaned his name. Peter cursed, pulling out his phone to call Pepper.

Peter placed a hand on her forehead, she was burning, “Please pick up, please-”

“Peter, is everything okay?”

“No, something happening to Doe. She’s burning up and she’s holding her stomach. I think something's very wrong.”

“I’m not sure what it could be … I’ll have a doctor sent over. If he can’t figure it out then we’ll have to run some tests. A sedative will help while you wait,” Peter was already running to the kitchen, grabbing one of the needles. He might vomit in the process, but he would do anything to ease her pain.

He expected her to be afraid but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. As the needle entered her arm, she winced and began to cry even more. He put the syringe on the coffee table before sitting on the couch and lifting the girl into his lap.

“I’ve got you,” He spoke softly though his heart was racing fast, “I’ve got you.”

She shifted reaching a shaky hand to touch his cheek, “Peter,” she spoke again, “hot.”

“I know, you must have a fever, Doe,” He couldn’t understand how she had gotten sick so quickly, “Just rest, the sedative should kick in any moment.”

She didn’t close her eyes, she shifted, positioning herself so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck, and Peter wrapped his arms around her. They were so close that he was starting to feel that heat too. This was more than a fever, Peter thought, but as he held her he could feel some of the heat melting away.

“Peter,” He felt her breath against his neck and a shiver went down his spine. That’s when she started to move her hips against him, “Hot … please Peter …” She was begging now.

His hand fell down to her thigh and he felt her bare skin as his hand rose up her dress. He could feel her nodding and she grinded harder against him, “Doe,” he was begging now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop if she kept going, “Doe … I can’t.”

Then she bit at his neck and then kissed the spots she bruised. She reached back to grab his hand, moving it so it was positioned between her legs, “Please,” she begged, and he felt the heat of her sex. She held his hand there, grinding against his hand now, “Take care.”

Heat.

The need to be … relieved was causing her sickness. He followed his instincts, now beginning to move his fingers in a circle against her most sensitive part. She lifted her head, tilting it all the way back. “Thank you,” She mumbled over and over and he watched as the color came back to her skin.

She shook as she finally reached a climax and as she moaned his name, Peter’s eyes darkened.

She breathed heavily and her skin was cold against his as she fell back against him, “Peter .,, t-thank you,” She whispered. She rested against him and he knew she was sleeping now.

It seemed he was more powerful than the sedative.

Thank you for reading! My idea for Doe is that, in her universe, there’s an A/B/O type of dynamic in society.

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adorablele · 4 years

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wrist aches; h.rj

hello!! could you write a renjun fluff where they're like soulmates and they finally meet each other? your works are literally so cute uwu

↬ genre; fluff // soulmate!au

↬ word count; 1.8k+

↬ summary; your wrist aches every time he paints about you

↬ a/n; THIS GIF OF RENJUN EXISTS AND I ONLY KNEW ABOUT IT NOW?? he looks so ~boyfriend material~ ahem, let me collect myself for a second,,,,,right, so this ended up being longer than I planned it to be, but please enjoy painter!renjun

“why are you hurting?” you mumbled, staring at your right wrist.

your frown deepened, the ache in your wrist similar to a growing pain but not quite the same. you closed your eyes, stretching your arm upwards, letting it hang in the air. it was three in the morning, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

nothing changed, even after five minutes.

you sighed, letting your arm drop and turning your body to lay on your back. just as quickly as it came, the pain went away.

renjun gasped awake, afraid that he was going to get hit by that girl’s arm. he stared confusedly at the paintbrush in his hand and was even more confused at the finished painting in front of him. the last time he checked, he fell asleep in his bed.

and oddly enough, he found himself wanting to kiss your ache away.

“that’s amazing, ‘sung!” you told your brother, leaning forward on your balcony railing. you looked at your wrist, the ache starting to bother you.

“it was magical,” jisung dreamily sighed. you knew your brother’s eyes matched the starry night sky.

“I believe that this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that getting punched in the face was magical,” you chuckled.

he was silent.

“hello?” you asked, moving your phone to see if he disconnected.

“have you gotten your soulmate mark?”

you swallowed, the throb in your wrist increasing, “it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“y/n-”

“goodnight, ‘sung.”

you hung up, brushing a hand through your hair. stretching your limbs, you held onto the railings. the various buildings of the city mushed together in front of you.

you looked up, closing your eyes as a shooting star passed by.

“I’m getting impatient,” you sighed, “find me soon.”

renjun blinked his eyes open, another painting finished. he stared at his outstretched hand and brought it back to his lap. why couldn’t he see your face?

he sighed, looking out the window. how was he supposed to find you if he didn’t know what you looked like?

well, at least he knew your name. his phone let out a ding.

‘I know a place you can display your art!’

you ignored the giggles of the girl to your left.

“stop,” she quietly told the guy next to her, continuing to fold clothes.

“but my girlfriend looks so cute,” her boyfriend smiled, snapping more photos.

did they have to do coupley things at 3 in the morning? you chucked more clothes in the washing machine. couldn’t they leave you to wash your clothes by yourself? you aggressively added the laundry detergent, gritting your teeth at the ache in your wrist.

“no! don’t post that,” the girl whined, trying to grab the phone from her boyfriend. he watched in amusement, stretching his arm to make it out of her reach.

you slammed the washing machine door closed. the couple jumped, looking over at you. you continued to ignore them, picking up the empty basket.

“would you take cute photos of me?” you whispered to yourself, eyes trailing to your aching wrist.

renjun tilted his head at the painting of you, your back towards him, yet again.

“most definitely.”

“another night without sleep,” you frowned, adjusting the ice pack on your wrist as the clock glared 3:46 am.

you closed your eyes, laying your head down on the table. you thought about the instagram account jaemin showed you today.

“this is the artist’s account,” he explained, giving you his phone.

“who are you?” you read. the post showed a painting of a girl laying down on her side, her back in view. her right arm was stuck up straight in the air and her hair was a mess on her pillow. purple, iridescent sparkles glowed on her wrist, floating around in the air and trailing to her open window. an empty spot on the bed sat next to her, almost beckoning someone to lay with her; it felt rather cold.

there was something about her that made you feel funny, like you knew the girl.

“that’s one of the paintings we’re hanging tomorrow,” jaemin commented.

“huang renjun,” you sighed, finding it odd how smoothly his name rolled off your tongue, “your gallery is in two days and you haven’t once met with us.”

who knew his heart would race this fast because you said his name? or maybe it was beating fast because you uttered the words:

“‘haven’t once met with us?’” he repeated, eyes wide as he stared at the painting.

“does this girl seem lonely?” you frowned, head tilting at the painting you were hanging.

the girl was at a laundromat, right hand clenched around the washing machine door. her wrist had the same glow of purple as the one in his instagram post. although you couldn’t see her face, her tense shoulders gave off the vibe that she was annoyed by, you presumed, the blurred out couple to her left.

“what makes you say that?” jaemin asked, adjusting another painting.

you pointed at the girl in his painting, “well, she’s alone in all of these.”

jaemin chuckled, “there’s a lot of people alone in pictures.”

you shook your head, “but doesn’t it feel like she’s looking for something- someone?”

the girl in the painting held onto the balcony railing, her right wrist glowing the same purple as the shooting star in the sky. her head was tilted up, back towards the viewer. the purple sparkles were sprinkled lightly around the cluster of buildings in front of her.

“and what about this one,” you told him, pointing to another painting. the girl was sitting at her kitchen counter, an empty seat across from her. her face was tucked away behind her left arm, her other arm stretched across the table with an ice pack resting on her glowing wrist. the spotlight of the lamp above her did nothing but accentuate the fact that her apartment was empty.

“don’t you want to hold her hand?” you mumbled sadly.

after a moment of silence, jaemin spoke.

“well, I don’t think she’s alone.”

“why not?”

“don’t you see all the purple? it’s on her wrist, right?” he shook his own wrist, “that’s where most people have their soulmate marks.”

you stared at him, still confused, “what’s your point?”

he rolled his eyes, “I think the artist is trying to say that even if you feel like you’re alone, you’ve got your other half there with you.”

“is this everything?” you asked, hanging the last canvas.

you looked over to jaemin, confused as to why he looked nervous, “I think we forgot one.”

“well, he can just bring when he comes here, right?”

he frowned, “he’s not coming in today.”

“we’re supposed to open tomorrow! how are we supposed to-” you inhaled sharply, pain suddenly shooting through your wrist, “I’ll just go to his studio.”

“renjun?” you called out, knocking on his door. you clicked your tongue, your phone going to the automated voice message system.

“hello?” you called out again, surprised to see that his front door was open.

you wandered inside, not seeing his shoes by the door, but you did see the painting you forgot.

“is anyone home?” you shouted, picking up the canvas.

there was a girl on it, her knees hugged to her chest. her purple glowing wrist covered her eyes, the tears still dripping down her chin. a crumpled wedding invitation laid next to her on the wrinkled bed sheets, words glimmering under the moonlight. a weird sense of deja vu swirled in your stomach and the ache in your wrist worsened.

“am I going to be alone forever?” you wailed, fridge empty of any ice cream that you could use to eat away your sorrow..

chenle held his fiance in his arms, the both of them smiling as they looked into each other’s eyes. it didn’t help that you just finished watching a kdrama that made you feel single AF.

you dropped the wrinkled piece of paper next to you, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. the ache in your wrist was nothing compared to emptiness in your heart.

“just got myself until then, I guess.”

you placed down the painting and shook away the memory. “I can give you a ride to the museum,” you announced, exploring further into the apartment. sketches of a girl littered his apartment, none of them revealing what her face looked like.

“renjun?” you asked, slowly pushing open the ajar door, the ache in your wrist dulling away.

he was there, facing away from you. he sat in front of a canvas.

“it’s you.”

your furrowed brows soon rose in shock when he turned around, revealing a painting of you. you stood in the open doorway, face caught in surprise.

“you’re way more beautiful in person.”

“that’s...that’s my face,” you dumbly replied.

renjun chuckled, “I believe it is.”

your face felt hot and you wished that he didn’t looked so good with messy brown hair that shined under the sun. you really hoped you weren’t drooling.

his eyes crinkled with joy and held the same relieved look as yours. for a moment the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, the world put on pause.

“wait,” you suddenly said, everything clicking in your head, “are you the reason why my wrist hurts?”

he chuckled, stepping closer to you. he gently grabbed your right wrist, giving it a peck, “sorry ‘bout that.”

if possible, you felt your face heat up even more, “you can make up for it with a date.”

you stepped away from him, “but not before we add the final touches to the gallery.” you quickly turned away from him, annoyed that your face hasn’t cooled down and that your heart was still pumping like you just finished a race.

“let’s go,” you mumbled, hurrying out the door.

renjun raised his brows, taking the painting of you and the other painting that you initially came for.

“can’t forget these, can we?” he reminded, meeting you by the elevator.

you blinked, away your daze. “of course!” you told him, looking ahead. did he have to be so handsome?

when the two of you got into the elevator, you stood in the farthest corner, away from him.

“you know,” he started after a few moments of silence, “for someone who seemed very eager to meet me, you sure act like you don’t like me.”

you turned to him, his teasing smirk making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “well, being around you makes my mind go blank.”

the elevator dinged and you didn’t waste any time to bolt to your car. you scrunched your face in embarrassment, hoping that maybe the earth will swallow you up.

“if it makes you feel any better, I can’t think straight when you’re naturally adorable like that,” he told you, easily catching up with you.

“don’t say things like that,” you pouted. your face was burning hotter now.

“but it’s true! you’re acting cute right now,” he laughed. your heart thumped at the noise, the most joyous sound you’ve ever heard.

you sighed, opening your car door. this boy will be the death of you.

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