#without a lot of annoying wiggling and shimmying

[doedipus]

adobe illustrator is obviously a really good utility, like, it's the standard for vector graphics for a reason

but even so, whenever I'm using it I have the thought "I wish I was using autocad right now" about once every 20 minutes

[formosusiniquis]

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Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington WC: 2173 | G | Day 4: Middle Names | AO3

“What are middle names for?” The question bubbles out of Steve as he takes in the picture of Michael J. Fox in Tiger Beat.

It’s the kind of question he thinks of a lot. The kind he’d normally bury in the back of his brain to ponder over on his own when sleep is a far off concept. But Robin is different. They’re so much a part of one another that Steve has stopped holding those questions in his own brain, realizing she likes to puzzle them out and tear them apart like he does.

Only Robin’s base of smarts is a little different, sometimes these questions he has actually get real answers. 

He can feel Robin go still beneath him, his head on her shoulder just like hers is on his. With anyone else the position they’d found themselves in this afternoon would probably be uncomfortable. Sprawled out on his bed, technically back to back, Steve is using the bony knob of Robin’s shoulder to raise his head just enough that he doesn’t have to hold the magazine he’s reading up in the air. Robin has taken the top of the bed, her legs make an L where she has them stretched out against his bedroom wall, toes pointed toward the ceiling. Whatever book she’s been reading is propped up against her thighs, too far to actually read without using the binoculars Dustin left behind last week.

He flips another page in the magazine, content the way he always is with Robin, knowing that when she has finished puzzling out the order that she wants to respond to him in that she’ll speak. Steve thinks it’s probably to tell the difference between people. There are so many in the world, eventually you’re going to have two Tommy H.’s in a room and have to use that middle name.

Tommy Allen, the thought of spending two years of junior high and two and a half in high school calling Tommy that in public drags a little giggle from Steve. That would have made them losers of the highest order. Robin makes a noise that reminds Steve of Mrs. Johnson’s cat whenever he’d feed it for her when she was out of town, inquiring but also a little annoyed that you disturbed whatever it was doing before.

He shimmies his arm just enough that she knows he’ll explain it later. Once he figures out a good way to explain how much of being popular is being good at being perceived the right way. Tommy H’s can be popular, Tommy Allen’s get their slightly bucked teeth and bad laughs noticed. She isn’t going to like that, but Steve learned pretty quickly Robin doesn’t like a lot of things about how popularity actually works.

“I think,” Robin says slowly, she’s talking a little funny and Steve wonders now if she’s let the binoculars rest against her chin instead of just putting them down like a normal person. He could turn and look but figures all he’d actually see is the blurry, too close suggestion of Robin’s face. It’s better in his imagination. 

“I think,” she repeats, in his head the binoculars wiggle down her chest a little further every time her mouth moves, “it's to continue the family line. That used to be a big thing you know, it’s why men didn’t want daughters because then the family name would die out. So you’d give your kid a middle name to help continue one of the old names from the family that was just going to die if you didn’t keep making your wife have more and more babies that she probably didn’t even want.”

“Oh like JR.”

“JR?”

“Yeah, you know JR. He’s that football player that graduated two years ago. His ears stuck out weird and he always seemed to have, like, a Rudolph zit on his nose.”

“You mean Mark Williams?” She shouts, incredulous.

“Sure, I think it was Mark. His dad was definitely Mr. Williams, but they had the same name so whenever they went anywhere he always called him JR. ‘Hey JR wouldja get that for me.’ ‘If you ever wanna go pro, JR, you’re going to have to learn how to take a tackle.’”

Robin is in fits beside him, the impression is terrible but it’s also exactly what the guy used to sound like gruff but also whistley somehow.

“Wait, wait,” the bed shakes as she adjusts herself, he can feel the weird shape of her ear and the uncomfortable poke of her earrings in the cradle of his arm. “What’s your middle name?”

“You mean you didn’t see it when you rifled through my employee file to find my birthday and social security number?”

“I was looking for important information.”

“So you could steal my identity.”

“So I could make fun of you less on your birthday if it was in the summer or maybe just take the whole day off so I didn’t have to deal with the cavalcade of pretty blondes coming in to fawn over Steve Harrington, real adult man.”

“Ew, the worst way anyone has ever described me. You make it sound like I’m some kind of pervert.”

“They would want you to be,” Robin agrees, “I think it would be part of the appeal.”

“Richard.”

“Theodore.”

“No, dingus,” he relishes the moment that he gets to turn her favorite pet name against her, “my middle name is Richard.”

Robin takes that new information and digests it for at least thirty seconds, but that’s just a guess since she’s laying on the arm that has his watch on it. “Stephan Richard Harrington,” she tries out.

“The one and only.”

“It feels like there should be a number at the end. Stephan Richard Harrington the Sixth, best of his line.”

Maybe if he were a Sixth he’d like it a little better, he thinks. “No, it’s like what you said, continuing family names? Mom named me after her brother that died in the war, and Dad hated that or him or probably both knowing him so I got stuck with Richard so he could be included.”

“Robin Marie Buckley,” Robin offers in exchange.

“Ew.”

“I didn’t ew yours even though it makes you sound like a fancy little rich boy.”

“I am a fancy little rich boy,” Steve says, flipping the front of his hair with a half assed toss of his head, “you’re lying here in my ivory tower.”

“I think ivory towers have less blue plaid.”

“I like the blue plaid, it makes hanging things up easy. I’m sorry we can’t all have this season’s Laura Ashley-”

Robin is, unfortunately, at the perfect angle to punch him directly in the chest. “My parents did that to surprise me when I came back from bandcamp two years ago so I could have a more mature room as a high schooler.”

For all that it’s worth he tries not to sound mean when he snorts, the Buckleys are nice and mostly well meaning or at least they have been every time he’s visited. “And they somehow missed the dresser covered in spiky bracelets and the closet full of grandpa suspenders while they were in there.”

“They mean well,” Robin unintentionally echoes Steve’s own earlier thoughts. “They just don’t… really get me.” Her voice trails off, a little lost, and he hates himself for being the person who made Robin feel like that.

“We should change our names.”

“What and go on the lam?” Robin asks.

“We can, but I don’t think any lambs, sheep, or goats need to be involved.”

Steve sits up in bed, forcing Robin to do the same as he pulls his arm out from under her head. It only takes a quick spin before he’s facing her, grabs her arms so she can’t pull away from how totally and completely serious he’s being. “It’s like you said, it’s about family right?” He says, “You’re more family to me than my douchebag dad has ever been so why do I have to be stuck with his name when I could be Stephan Robert.”

“Not Robin?”

“Don’t wanna make it too obvious, and Robin Stephan probably wouldn’t fly at the name changing place.”

“Robin Stephanie,” she tries slowly.

“I mean obviously if I were a girl I’d go by Stevie,” he jokes.

“We can’t just change our names!” Robin says, she doesn’t sound like she believes it though so Steve is pretty sure he’s winning.

“Why can’t we, people do it all the time, I bet it’s super easy.”

“When they get married! Or like adopted. People don’t just change their names on a Tuesday because they feel like it!”

He tries to give that the thought that it deserves, but he mostly just feels like Robin is making excuses because she’s scared. Maybe it’s the leftover fear from Starcourt bubbling out in a place where she can control, or maybe she just likes her parents enough to be scared of hurting their feelings. One of those things he can relate to more than the other.

“Well Thursday would work better for my schedule.”

“Steve!”

“What! So we get married then, is that the problem? I mean I know I’m not your first choice romantically, but didn’t you say people do that so that they’re safe from people knowing they’re gay.”

Her arms are already out, ready to make a point that would probably be big and dramatic and a little long winded the way Robin likes to be when she’s all worked up like this. But he’s stopped her in her tracks. Face to face he can watch as the outrage melts into something sticky and wet like melted ice cream.

“You’d do that for me?”

“I would pretty much do everything including die for you, getting to be Stephan Robert Buckley would really be more like you doing me a favor.”

He’s getting pulled into a crushing hug before he can blink. He doesn’t mention how he can feel the wet fall of her crying against his neck, if it didn’t embarrass her, it might stop Robin from doing her best to climb inside him like she’s Luke and he’s that weird ice kangaroo. Mascara stains on the neck of his shirt are a small price to pay for a Robin Buckley embrace.

They hold each other for as long as it takes for Robin to feel regular again, and it’s nice. Steve thinks they’ll have to have a different conversation about how rarely he gets hugged just for the sake of it later. Right now this is about family and names and because Robin is family in every way that matters he doesn’t say anything when she wipes away those tears and a little snot with the back of her hand.

“You’ll have to wait until March,” she says, “I’m not getting married until I’m at least 18. I don’t want people thinking it’s some shotgun thing after working with you this summer.”

“As long as it’s before you get your dorm assignment for whatever fancy school you get into. If we’re married I’m pretty sure they have to let us live together.”

“Yeah? Even if I go somewhere like Bryn Mawr?”

He pretends like he’s giving that careful consideration, like he doesn’t already know she really wants to go to some big city where the schools might have a language program and she has a better chance of finding other people more like her.

“Well I guess we could live off campus then, if you really want to go to the lesbian school for lesbians.”

She punches him again. “It is not.”

“I wouldn't want the other lesbians to bully you for being married to a really hot guy.”

“One, I never said yes, dingus. Two, I have a whiteboard that questions how hot you are hotshot.’

“Pretty sure that got burned in the fire so you can’t use that as proof anymore you’re going to need more dates.”

“Data, you need to try to land dates.”

“Same difference.”

She pushes him until he’s laying down, grabs her book from his pillow and he takes that as his cue to go back to his magazine. It takes her a minute to decide how she wants to lay down again, he’s already back on his page about this month’s Hollywood Heartthrobs before she’s decided that his chest makes the best pillow and his arm can prop her book up for her. He isn’t sure what it is today, he wonders if she’s close enough to the beginning that he can get her to read it out loud to him, this month’s Tiger Beat really is lacking.

“Why does anyone think these guys are hot? The guys in Rolling Stone are usually better looking than Alex P. Keaton or the guy from Growing Pains. Johnny Depp is kinda okay, I guess.”

“Stephan Robert!” Robin sits upright again, and Steve thinks he might have accidentally started another capital C Conversation.

[gokartkid]

19 lestappen

19.  the bar of a loud dark club

“Pierre—“ Charles pressed the sweating glass of his phone to his face, fingers pushing at the volume button in a futile effort to make it louder, “Pierre! Can you hear me? Where are you!”

His messages were still unread when he pulled it away. He let out a hard, frustrated breath— this was so annoying. 

“If he has gone home with a girl,” Charles glowered at his screen before shoving his phone into his pocket, “oh my god, I will be so annoyed at him.”

Charles had only turned around for a second, just to get another drink at the bar when Pierre had disappeared without a word. He had a bad habit of doing that, and then turning up the next morning nursing a raging hangover with a hundred stories about the crazy night he had: the apartment he’d ended up at; then the yacht; then in someone’s private VIP club. 

He’d promised not to do that tonight.

Obviously, that was not the case.

Charles was down to the last few sips of his cocktail, and he sucked at his straw despondently. The bass was thrumming so loudly he felt like he could feel it shaking his drink, liquid vibrating all the way down in his body, in his heart. Someone had spilt their drink on him early on in the night— he couldn’t tell where that ended and sticky sweat began. 

He shot a cursory glance around the room. He didn’t like being by himself — boring! — and if Pierre was a lost cause he might as well find someone to spend the rest of his night with. He’d told himself he wasn’t looking for anything tonight, but that was back when it was shaping up to be a friends-night-out. 

There was a guy standing awkwardly by the wall— half moving to the music, shaking his head, hand gripped around his glass like a safety net. The light caught at his features; wide pouty mouth puckered around the rim of his drink; eyes dark; a strong nose. Something tugged in the back of his brain— familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

He shimmied his way over easily, ducking past flailing limbs and wiggling his shoulders in time to the house beat.

“Hey,” he called out, the guy jumping slightly as Charles put a hand lightly on his elbow, “do I know you?”

He could be one of his many un-messaged — or maybe messaged! Charles was bad at that kind of thing — grindr profiles.

“No—“ the guy started, an automatic response, before he frowned and examined Charles more carefully. Charles felt suddenly very aware of his face, tried to school it into something appropriate, or maybe just more attractive, “wait— I think I do? Charles?”

“Yes!” A small victory, only now it was more awkward that Charles didn’t know him, “you are?”

“Max,” he said his name particularly, hard on the consonants, the hint of a lisp, “I— we went to school together.”

“School!” Charles balked, that wasn’t a possibility that had crossed his mind. He furrowed his brow— now very apologetic, “oh god mate, I’m sorry, I did not recognise you at all!”

He felt it was better to be upfront than pretend, he couldn’t bear side-stepping around false questions about ‘oh yes this teacher was so bad’ and ‘ah, our mutual friend?’

“It’s alright,” Max shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. Charles watched his throat, Adams apple bobbing, “I was of course only there for a year, in primary school. My mum was moving us a lot trying to find somewhere good.”

“Ah,” Charles nodded. Not so bad then. He paused, and then smiled, side-stepping just a bit closer, “but you remembered me! I was quite impressionable then?”

He made a silly face pretend posing, model-esque.

Max looked at him — sincere, very sincerely. It almost made Charles feel uncomfortable — and nodded.

“Yes,” and while he said it quietly, Charles felt like he could hear it without any trouble over the music of the club, “quite an impression.”

[intheticklecloset]

Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #41-50

A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are SenGen.

~~~

41) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Quit moving so much,” Senku grumbled, grasping Gen’s wrists to hold him still. “Calm down. I’m trying to help you.”

“Senku, why is it so—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” The scientist couldn’t help but eye his partner a little bit, rolling his eyes with a tiny blush. “You should be asking why you chose this costume, of all things.”

“What?” Gen looked at him over his shoulder. “Because you like it. Why else?”

Senku huffed as he finally got the skirt up over his partner’s hips. “Like it? It’s a dress.”

“It’s a maid outfit,” Gen corrected haughtily, “and I know for a fact you were ogling me when I tried it on as a joke. If I hadn’t left my phone in my jeans pocket, I would have absolutely taken a picture of you.”

“And then I would have confiscated your phone for a week,” Senku muttered.

“But you wouldn’t have made me delete the photo?”

“That was implied, genius.”

Gen smirked, shimmying in the costume the tiniest bit. “You know you want me~”

And then the skirt detached from the blouse.

“Arms up!” Senku cried, grasping at the material before it could rip any further. “If you were going to humiliate the both of us this way, why didn’t you at least get something that wasn’t the cheapest, thinnest fabric on the planet?”

Gen’s wiggling eyebrows were all the answer he needed.

“Right.” The scientist rolled his eyes. “Fine, hold still. I’ll try to pin it in place or something.”

As Senku fiddled with the ripped fabric, trying to get it to stay in place without hitching up any higher than it already was, Gen kept his arms up and out to the sides for him to work easier. The younger man was grateful for the diligence, but there were still occasional twitches – sometimes even light snickers.

“Don’t mock me,” he grumbled. “I’m doing the best I can here. I’m a scientist, not a seamstress.”

Gen giggled even harder at that.

Senku glared, then grinned wickedly. “You know what? Forget it.”

“What – ah! Senku!” Gen cried in surprise when he was suddenly tackled onto the bed and pinned there face down. “What are you – eeeep! Nohohohohohoho!”

“This costume was all for me anyway, right?” Senku challenged, tickling his partner’s ribs and sides from behind teasingly. “Well, let’s skip to the part where you take it off again.”

“Aha! So you dohohohohoho lihihihihike it!” Gen sounded triumphant even through his giggles, and it annoyed the scientist so much he flipped him over, straddled him, and dug into his underarms instead. “GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! SENKU!!”

Senku chuckled. “You are ten billion percent going to pay for that, mentalist~”

*

42) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku knew how to handle a lot of things, but one thing he could never quite seem to get a grasp on was the way Gen’s incredibly soft, loving kisses affected him.

Gen held his hand gently, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss along his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand and the palm of it, gradually working his way down as he untied the bindings Senku always kept around his wrists – a clear indicator that he intended to move on to something more very soon.

Senku shivered, so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do. Gen’s breath along his increasingly bare wrist sent tingling sensations down his arm that made his entire body freeze, something in him dying to rise up in response to it. He bit his lip at first, but keeping his involuntary smile at bay was impossible, and when Gen fluttered his eyes open to look at him with an adoring gaze, the mentalist smiled right back at him, making butterflies explode in the scientist’s stomach.

Gen didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The bindings came loose entirely and fell to the floor between them, and his kisses descended downwards even more, so gentle against the skin of Senku’s wrist and so incredibly effective.

Senku brought his free hand up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his smile and keep his giggles at bay. A myriad of emotions were warring inside of him. His heart raced at the feeling of the mentalist’s lips on his skin but he couldn’t stop shivering at how much it made him want to laugh, and he loved Gen so much but he was infuriating and devious and the most caring man he’d ever known and—

 The further Gen traveled the more he lost the battle until the mentalist gently scratched his nails along the inside of the scientist’s wrist and finally drew a muffled snicker out of him.

Gen chuckled. “Ticklish, Senku?”

“Shut up,” Senku grumbled around another giggle, feeling heat flood his cheeks and ears, which he knew would only encourage Gen further.

Sure enough, the mentalist wasted no time in pushing him down to the floor, pinning him down and capturing both arms at once as he comfortably sat on his waist, rapidly switching between kissing and blowing on Senku’s wrists until the scientist was a dark red mess of giggles and weak protests and pleas for him to show mercy and just move on already.

Gen loved tickling Senku to pieces. But he loved watching him come undone at the softest of kisses even more…

*

43) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku really should have known something was up with the way Chrome kept glancing over his shoulder and trying not to smile, but the last thing he’d expected to be behind him was the wicked mentalist Asagiri Gen.

He was in the midst of explaining how to build a relatively simple item to Chrome so that the brunette could then relay it to Kaseki. From the way his friend kept getting distracted he assumed Ruri must be behind him, or perhaps Suika and the rest of the kids playing around. He didn’t much care, so long as Chrome absorbed what he was saying, which it was obvious he was still doing.

So it caught him by complete surprise when he suddenly felt something extremely ticklish press against his neck from behind, drawing out a startled shriek, which he was instantly embarrassed to have let loose so freely.

Chrome nearly doubled over in laughter, but before Senku could get after him or Gen – because obviously it was Gen – or both, the mentalist switched positions and kissed his neck on the other side this time, making him giggle involuntarily.

“Mentalist, stop—” Senku protested, bringing his hand up to shove him away, but that’s when Gen squeezed his now open side and drew a bark of laughter from the scientist. “Stohohohop!”

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Gen teased into his ear, tickling his sides gently and still kissing his neck. “Do go on. You were explaining something to dear Chrome, weren’t you, Senku-chan?”

“You blahahahasted mentalist – AIEE!!” Senku’s hands flew down to desperately pry at Gen’s tickling fingers while twisting his head away as frantic laughter burst from him beyond his control. He could feel Gen’s lips on his earlobe now, and dear god if it didn’t tickle like crazy!

Chrome finally recovered from his own laughing fit and shook his head with a fond smile. “Get a room, you two,” he teased affectionately, casually moving around them to rejoin Kaseki and explain what Senku had just explained to him, leaving the lovebirds to their playing around.

He figured he had the gist of what he needed anyway.

*

44) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You’re not ticklish? Then you won’t mind if I tickle you, right?”

Senku swallowed, gritted his teeth, and glared at his boyfriend, who lay smirking beside him in the bed they shared. “Gen. Do not.”

“Why are you worried?” Gen teased, slowly sliding a hand over his chest with a wink. “If you’re not ticklish, it shouldn’t bother you if I try, right?”

The two-toned man curled his fingers into the space between his underarm and ribs, and Senku jolted.

“Fine,” he hissed. “Fine, I’m ticklish. Just don’t—”

Gen was straddling and tickling him relentlessly in an instant, ignoring the protests his boyfriend spewed at him.

Senku’s eyes shot wide open, laughter bursting out of him before he even knew where it was coming from. “Gen! Nohohohohohohoho!” He clamped his arms to his sides and tried pushing him away. “Stohohohohohohop! Dohohohohohon’t!”

“You dirty little liar~” Gen chuckled, raking his nails down Senku’s ribs to squeeze his sides. “You are ticklish!”

As if to prove his point, Senku screeched and bucked his hips, laughter turning hysterical with every touch along his sides. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Gen giggled. “Ooh, good spot, huh?”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!” Senku pleaded, feeling heat flood his cheeks. Was he blushing?! “S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEASE, STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Aww, but I like hearing you laugh, Senku~”

In a blind frenzy, Senku started swatting at him, swinging his arms around to try and make any kind of contact to get his evil boyfriend to stop. Laughter poured out of him despite himself. “PLEASE, GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! PLEASE!! PLEASE, I’LL DOHOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!!”

Finally, the mentalist slowed to a halt. He smirked. “Anything?”

“Y-Yes! Anything, just…” Senku giggled, taking the opportunity to grab his wrists and shove them safely away from his sides. “Just…stop.”

Gen quirked a brow, observing him carefully. Despite his words and his actions, Senku didn’t look distressed in the slightest. He didn’t look excited, either, though – simply resigned, as though he’d already accepted that he might be thrown into uncontrollable fits of laughter again at any moment. The idea sent a thrill through the mentalist.

“Anything, hmm? All right, then…” Gen gently pulled his arms out of Senku’s grasp and brushed some stray hair from his face. “Tell me you love me?”

Senku grinned. “And here I thought you were about to demand something impossible.”

*

45) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

“I’ll tickle it out of you.”

“Uh-huh – wha-huh?!” Ukyo stammered, so shocked by the threat that he couldn’t even form a coherent reply. He immediately backed away from Chrome, holding his hands out in front of him defensively. “Waitwaitwait – you don’t need to resort to such drastic measures—”

“You gonna talk on your own, then?” Chrome smirked, wiggling his fingers teasingly.

Ukyo couldn’t help but break in to a huge smile reflexively, already fighting back giggles. “No! Don’t – please don’t – I’m so ticklish, Chome!”

Chrome laughed, watching as his friend continued to get more and more flustered with every step he took until he’d finally backed himself into a wall, eyes going wide. The brunette wiggled his fingers even faster. Ukyo slid down the wall and curled up on the ground, arms shaking as he held them out protectively, giggling already.

“I haven’t even touched you yet!” Chrome teased, kneeling in front of him, wiggling his fingers in the air above Ukyo’s knees, then his torso when the white-haired man fell over entirely. “Your fight or flight response is terrible. You’re just laying down and letting me come for you!”

“Plehehehehease!” Ukyo cackled, already pink in the cheeks, the anticipation of Chrome getting closer and closer enough to drive him into a ticklish panic. He squirmed, wrapping his arms around his ribs. “Chrohohohome!”

“Last chance, Ukyo,” Chrome said, wiggling just above his most ticklish spot. “You gonna tell me why you’ve been so secretive lately?”

Ukyo whined through his helpless laughter, shaking his head, and finally Chrome descended, gently pinching and prodding his open belly, the light touch enough to send the archer into fits of loud, hysterical laughter. He really was the most ticklish person the brunette had ever known. “You did this to yourself, my friend. Just remember that.”

Ukyo screamed when Chrome finally straddled him, keeping him pinned in place, easily tickling through his meager defenses and turning the older man into a helpless mess of screeching, pleading laughter and – eventually – all kinds of spilled secrets.

*

46) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Admit you’re adorable and this all stops,” Gen teased, smiling at Senku’s unstoppable giggle fit. He gently raked his nails up and down the scientist’s bare calves, sitting on his ankles to keep him from wiggling or kicking.

Senku squealed into the grass, grasping fistfuls of it in his ticklish haze, ears and cheeks a beautiful bright red as he blushed. “Stohohohohohohop! It really tihihihihihihickles, mentalist!”

“Does it~?” Gen chuckled, continuing his slow, torturous pace. “I couldn’t tell~”

“Lehehehehehehet me go! I hahahahahave work to dohohohohohoho!”

“Like I said, once you admit you’re adorable I’ll be happy to let you continue on your way.”

Senku whined, trying to push himself up or roll over or something to relieve the maddening sensations, but his limbs were too shaky and he collapsed back onto the ground face-first, giggles turning so desperate he started to wheeze.

Gen though it was the most adorable thing in the universe.

“Aww, can’t take a little light tickling, Senku-chan~?” he snickered, loving his partner more and more with every squeak, every helpless gesture, every shade of red painting his ears and neck and cheeks. Senku was so adorable it was unfair.

“Plehehehehehehease stohohohohohohop,” Senku begged, sounding resigned and tired and happy all at the same time. “Plehehehehehehease, mentalist!”

“You know what you have to do. If you’re stalling this much you must be enjoying yourself, right, dear Senku?”

“Gehehehehehehehen!” Senku shrieked when Gen traveled further up to the backs of his knees, his flailing becoming more frantic, giggles turning to laughter. “Nononono plehehehehehehease! Stohohohohohohop it! It tihihihihihickles so bad! Gen!”

“Hmm, that’s too bad~” Gen giggled, beaming from ear to ear.

Finally Senku clenched his fists and gave up, laughing and begging, “Okahahahahay, fine, I’m…a-adohohohohohorable…” He was so red he looked like a strawberry, and Gen was loving every second of it. “Blahahahahahasted mentalist, please, lehehehehehet me go alreadyehehehehehe!”

Gen giggled, relented, and flopped down to lay on top of the breathless scientist, kissing his cheek when Senku turned to glare at him. “There you go. Was that so hard?”

Senku groaned.

Gen kissed him again.

*

47) Lee Gen, Ler Chrome

“Ha! Take that, Gen!” Chrome laughed, thoroughly satisfied when he got the mentalist to burst out laughing with wiggling fingers along his hip, using his other arm to keep Gen from running off. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before pranking me!”

“Ahahahahahaha! Wohohohohohorth it!” Gen squealed, squirming in Chrome’s grip, arms flailing uselessly. “Your fahahahahahahace was pricelehehehehehess!”

“Oh, was it, now?” Chrome growled playfully, tilting his head down to brush his wet hair along the back of Gen’s neck. “How’s this, then? Not so fun when you’re the one getting wet, is it?”

Just a few moments before, Chrome had been foraging in the forest when all of a sudden, a splash of cold water had descended from above, despite it being a warm, sunny day. He’d screamed in surprise, dropping everything he’d gathered so far, and heard distinct, cackling laughter from a tree above him.

At first Gen had refused to come down and get his punishment, but when Chrome started to climb up after him it spurred the mentalist into action. Unfortunately for him, the brunette had an entire lifetime of living in and around forests on his side, and he caught up to the prankster easily.

And now Gen was laughing his head off, trying desperately to free himself from Chrome’s grip, freezing water dripping down his spine thanks to the younger man’s antics. He swore even the tiniest droplets felt ticklish in this situation.

“Plehehehehehease, Chrohohohohome!” Gen begged, giggling so hard he could barely think straight. “I gehehehehehet it! I wohohohohon’t do it agahahahahain! Please!”

Chrome laughed. “Don’t lie to me. I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat, even knowing this would be waiting for you on the other side.”

Gen had to admit, Chrome had him pegged. Still, he tried to plead his case. “Okahahahay fine, I wohohohohould do it again, but plehehehehease! Please stohohohohop; it reheheheheheally tickles!”

Chrome hummed thoughtfully, gave Gen one last good, hard tickling up and down his ribs, and finally let him go. By the time he was done they were both gasping for breath and chuckling quietly. “Now I’m all wet and cold, you jerk. And I dropped everything I’d been gathering today!”

“I’ll h-help retrieve your items,” Gen managed, straightening, still grinning. “You’re ruthless when you want to be, Chrome. Maybe I’ll wait a little longer before pranking you again.”

“Because you’re going to,” Chrome replied with a smirk. “Obviously.”

Gen winked. “Obviously.”

*

48) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

“Can I tickle you?” Chrome asked sheepishly, glancing at Ukyo out of the corner of his eye.

Ukyo immediately curled up in a protective ball, grinning nervously just from the threat of it. “W-What? Why?”

“Because it’s fun, and your laugh is the best thing ever.”

“What…?” Ukyo shook his head. “I…I don’t know. You know how ticklish I am—”

“I’ll be gentle,” Chrome promised, folding his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please?”

Ukyo blushed. Growing up he’d had lots of friends tickle him because they thought it was funny how ticklish he was, but he’d never had someone ask for permission first before. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “I…um, I guess…? You just – you have to stop when I tell you to, okay?”

Chrome’s face brightened. “Absolutely!” He formed his fingers into claws and wiggled them teasingly. “Here I come~”

Ukyo flushed with embarrassment at the giggles already escaping him, at the way his body shivered and jerked out of the way just from having those fingers hover near his ticklish spots, not actually touching yet.

His friend seemed to be getting a kick out of it. “Dude, I haven’t even started yet!”

“I knohohohohow!” Ukyo cackled, squirming away from Chrome’s fingers before they’d even touched down. “Agh, I c-cahahahan’t help it!”

“You’re so ticklish you don’t even need me to touch you to feel it!” Chrome laughed, finally closing the distance and darting forward as though to attack, making the archer shriek in anticipation. Rather than actually touch him, however, he merely wiggled his fingers crazily just centimeters above his ribs and sides, grinning wickedly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Ukyo wasn’t even aware that he wasn’t being touched. He could still feel the sensations shooting through his body, and he squirmed and laughed just as hard as if he were actually being tickled, cheeks pink with embarrassment and mirth. “Ehehehehehehehe! Chrohohohohohohome! S-Stohohohohohop!”

“Stop? But I haven’t even started,” Chrome chuckled. He watched with satisfaction as Ukyo went to grab his hands and push them away, only to realize there were no hands on him. The archer turned and stared at the brunette in shock. Chrome pulled his hands away and wiggled his fingers in Ukyo’s line of sight. “You’re so ticklish you’re even air ticklish!”

Ukyo crumbled into another round of helpless giggles as Chrome approached him yet again. But whether he actually tickled him or just continued to hover over his spots, the archer had no idea. It didn’t make any difference to him; it tickled like crazy either way.

*

49) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Can you tickle me?”

The words were so quiet Senku almost didn’t hear them. As it was, it took a few moments for his brain to register them and react, so that by the time he actually looked over at his boyfriend Gen looked like he was crushed, thinking he’d been ignored.

“You want me to tickle you?” Senku asked, already bookmarking his page and setting the textbook aside.

Gen hid behind his throw pillow, but nodded.

Senku chuckled, shifting his weight so he was sitting on the couch facing his partner, his back against the armrest. “Come here then, giggles.”

“Don’t call me that,” Gen mumbled, scooting over to be wrapped up in Senku’s arms anyway. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Nah, it’s scientifically accurate.” Senku wrapped his arms around Gen from behind, pulling his chest to his stomach and gently kissing the back of his neck. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay. You know the safe word, right?”

Gen clutched the pillow to his face even tighter, so flustered he was red as a tomato already. He nodded again. In the next moment he was giggling softly into the fabric, holding it close as he tried to sit still with Senku’s fingers scribbling all over his belly.

“There you go, mentalist,” Senku hummed encouragingly, smiling as well. He knew his boyfriend loved being tickled but was also embarrassed about it, hence why he was hiding behind a throw pillow right now. Eventually he’d work up to getting Gen to remove it so he could see his beautiful blushing face, but for the moment, he just wanted to make sure he felt safe. “Just relax. Let all the giggles out.”

“Sehehehehehenku…” Gen whined into his shield.

“Yes?”

“T-Thahahahank you.”

Senku’s heart flipped in his chest. He groaned and pulled Gen even closer, worming up into his underarms, murmuring in his ear as his partner finally began to laugh for real. “You’ve got to stop being so adorable. You’ll be the death of me one day, I swear. But…” He kissed the back of his neck again, holding him close and tickling softly, lovingly. “…you’re ten billion percent welcome, my dear.”

*

50) Lee Chrome, Ler Tsukasa

Chrome was staring at Tsukasa, who was watching him with a predatory grin on his face that the blossoming scientist didn’t like at all.

“Don’t look at me all high and mighty like that,” Chrome snapped, though he still took a nervous step back as the much taller, bigger man began to approach him. “S-Stay away!”

“Well, this is quite the discovery,” Tsukasa chuckled in a low, rumbling kind of way that sent shivers down the brunette’s spine. “Does Kinro know about this? You’d make a great addition to the village guard with reflexes like that.”

“Quit teasing me!” Chrome practically yelled, face flushing dark red. He hugged himself defensively. “I can’t help it!”

“I know,” Tsukasa replied, his voice and eyes gentler now, though he never stopped closing in on the smaller man. “And I’m not trying to be mean. I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

Chrome suddenly felt cornered. He let out a tiny whine. “Please don’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m curious to see if you could actually land a punch on me,” Tsukasa replied before gently grasping Chrome by the ribs and curling his fingers in to tickle him.

Chrome’s whole body spasmed and he let out a barking laugh, arms shooting down to try and protect himself in the split second before he started flailing wildly, unable to control his body’s movements with each electrifying tickle. “S-Stop! Nohohoho! I’m g-gohohohonna huhuhuhurt you if you don’t stohohohohop!”

Tsukasa chuckled again. “I’d like to see you try.”

Soon the scientist was a mess of squeaky, whiny laughter, his body squirming and kicking and punching all on its own as his natural desire to defend himself overrode any other thought process. Tsukasa – skilled in combat as he was – dodged each flailing limb easily, breaking through Chrome’s meager defenses with no problem at all, tickling his ribs and belly and armpits in rapid succession. He even managed to squeeze a thigh or knee here and there as well. It was amusing to watch Senku’s student completely lose his composure like this.

“Stahahahahahahap! Plehehehehease, stop, plehehehehease! I’m seheheheherious!” Chrome begged, laughing so hard he was almost wheezing. “I cahahahahan’t tahahahahahake it! Tsukasaaaaaaa!”

Tsukasa slowed to a halt as asked, realizing his friend truly couldn’t hold out much longer. He grinned and ruffled his hair playfully. “Well, you couldn’t manage to hit me, but I still think an untrained fighter would have no chance against you.”

Chrome pushed him away, trying to cover up his residual giggles. “No enemy is going to randomly tickle me in the middle of a fight, you dork!”

Tsukasa poked his ribs one last time, enjoying the squeak he got in response. “Perhaps not, but if we ever end up on opposing sides again, I will not hesitate to tickle you into submission.”

“Shut up,” Chrome muttered, but he was smiling.

[masterjedilenawrites]

I’m not good at making requests, so forgive me if anything come out wrong.

But, could you do something were reader and Tech are fixing some eletronics and listening to cientific things, and start talking about a wrong thing people said there, so they get distracted and when realize, they’re in to a awkward position (like him btween her legs or sth like that)

I love your writing and thanks (: <3

Omg I've been so soft for Tech lately and this prompt is perfect 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing it!

Tech x reader | 2k words

...making bacta the most important scientific achievement in history...

"Dank farrik," Tech huffed beside you.

You came out of your daze at the sudden exclamation and looked at your friend with concern, trying to quickly figure out what had gone wrong. You were helping him with a project, though what it was exactly you weren't completely certain of. All you knew was it involved digging into the walls of the ship and untangling a lot of wires. You'd been instructed to hold onto several of them, keeping them pulled taught out of the wall so Tech could fiddle with the other ends, and the dullness of the task had caused your mind to wander.

"What's wrong?" you asked, doubtful you'd understand any explanation, but wanting to be sure you hadn't done anything to mess up his progress.

He waved a hand at you dismissively, not pulling his attention away from the work in front of him. "Just the radio," he mumbled.

You hadn't been paying attention; it had only been turned on as background noise to keep you from going insane with boredom. And since it was tuned into some kind of scientific news frequency, you didn't really understand much of what was being said anyway.

...with the most influential application simply being in the field of medicine, providing us higher life forms with a versatile tool in maintaining our quality of life, and potentially even prolonging it...

Tech huffed again. Scoffed. Your mouth quirked at how upset he was getting. It was kind of cute.

But, you had to debate whether engaging with his frustration would be worth it. He had only recently calmed down from his outburst earlier that day, the only time you had ever seen him genuinely upset. Wrecker had accidentally knocked over a piece of machinery that was... well, something very important, apparently. No one was too sure. But Tech had spent most of the week carefully arranging its parts just-so, so that when all his hard work went crashing onto the floor, his breathing had suddenly resembled that of a charging Nexu. He'd drawn himself up, trying to match his brother's height, and ordered the poor guy to never step foot in this part of the ship again. The other Batchers had tried to defend him and were subsequently banned as well.

That left you as the only option for help.

Maybe that meant he wouldn't kick you out for debating him....

"Sounds like they're saying some pretty reasonable things. Am I missing something?"

Tech's fingers, which had been deftly working through the wires before him, clipping some and splicing others, finally froze. The clone's face tilted over to you, his eyes looking a little too judgmental through those glasses for your liking.

"You think bacta is the most important scientific achievement?" he asked. You didn't like his tone, either.

You scrunched your mouth in thought, actually giving the question serious consideration. While you mulled it over, Tech stood up from his hunched position in the wall and started pulling on some of the wires, unraveling them from their tangled mess.

"Yeah," you finally decided. "I think medicine in general is pretty important. And bacta specifically is the strongest known substance to deliver fast and effective healing."

Tech was mostly focused on the wires, but he spared you a glance.

"And treating symptoms is the most important thing for humanity? Here, hold this." He added another wire for you to hold in your hands.

You knew it was a loaded question so you chose to answer it with one of your own. "Well if it's not bacta or medicine, then what would it be?"

"Electricity," he said quickly and assertively, as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy. He continued to focus more on his work and you were annoyed he didn't seem to want to offer up an explanation to his opinion, despite having made you give one. He'd finally untangled the wires and was back to leaning into the cavern in the wall and setting them into their proper places.

"Why electricity?" You hated how dumb your question sounded; obviously you understood the concept and understood its importance. You just really wanted to challenge him to give you some explanations.

"For one, most medicines would not be able to be mass-produced were it not for the electrically-run vats in which they are made." He held his hand out behind him and made a grabbing motion. "Blue, please."

You sorted out the blue wire and passed it over.

"For another," he continued, his voice sounding distant as he leaned further away into the wall, "we must ask what constitutes a quote-unquote important achievement. For example, is an achievement worthy of the title simply because it improves our quality of life? Green, please."

You handed over the corresponding wire. "I'd say it's more about preserving life. Even outside of war, there's enough injury and illness that would end life were it not for medicine to heal them."

"Ah, but in that same reasoning, electricity also sustains life. It powers sources of light and warmth, which can also provide a means of boiling water and cooking food. All keys to survival. Yellow, please."

"So does fire," you shot back. "People survived long before electricity, and there's still plenty of civilizations living fine without it."

Tech finally emerged from the wall and took the last few wires from you, the red and black ones. He met your eyes with an earnestness that let you know how much he was enjoying this conversation. "And people have survived without medicine. At least the manufactured forms that you're arguing for, like bacta. Traditional medicine is as sufficient as fire."

Before you could respond, Tech moved to the side, motioning toward the wall with his head and holding up the remaining wires.

"Now, unfortunately these last ones need to be clipped in down below. I'm not able to fit through the lattice of the floor, but someone of your stature easily could."

You stepped forward and peered down. It was a mess of machinery and pipes and beams, but you could clearly see the port where the wires had been yanked out earlier. You knelt down, resting your stomach on the edge of the wall, but paused before bending over.

"If it wasn't for bacta, you wouldn't have been born." You were confident in your comeback and thus didn't linger for his reaction, turning to bend down into the ship with your wires instead.

You were disappointed to hear his soft chuckle from above you.

"And what do you think powers the bacta tanks that hold the clone embryos?"

You were glad he couldn't see the frustrated frown on your face. While you tried to think of a new point in your debate, you snapped the red wire into the proper port. But then you realized you couldn't quite reach the black one, and started carefully shimmying forward, deeper into the wall.

"It seems we have circled back to the initial question," Tech offered in your silence. You felt his hands hold on to your hips, steadying you as your legs lifted from the floor, most of your body now inside the ship. You didn't think anything of it, though, your focus split between your task and his words. "What makes an achievement the most important? Both medicine and electricity are capable of preserving life, but neither are essential to survival. So, what criteria are we left with?"

You were finally within reach of the last port and pushed the wire into it. "Sounds like you already have the right answer, so why don't you stop teasing me and just say it?" you called up to him.

"I...I didn't mean to sound like I was teasing."

You could hear the apology in his voice, how truly caught off guard he was to hear that you had perceived his attempts at a friendly debate, a conversation, as mocking or disrespectful. Your stomach knotted up in guilt, making your journey to wiggle back out of the wall a little more difficult.

"I'm sorry, Tech," you said through a grunt as you tried to push yourself back. "I didn't mean to sound rude. I just don't know the answer."

You felt his arms snake around your middle, pulling you the last of the way out. You came to rest on your knees, breathing heavily at the sudden increase in air supply. Tech was crouched alongside you, his chest against part of your back, his arms still holding you.

"I honestly don't know the answer, either," he blinked down at you, speaking quietly. "I don't know what criteria would constitute the most important scientific achievement. I thought maybe we could figure it out if we kept discussing it."

You craned your neck around to look at him, unconcerned about the discomfort it took to do so. You needed to face him fully. "Or... maybe we don't need to figure it out? I mean, does there need to be one achievement labeled more important than any other? Can they not all be valued equally?"

"I suppose..." he relented. But only a little. "It is a fun thought exercise, though."

You smiled at that, and it made your heart flutter a little to see him return the expression. There were a few seconds between you where you sat pleasantly in each other's arms... before the realization hit that you were in each other's arms.

"Uh," Tech stuttered first. His eyes looked about frantically as if the more he saw of you practically sitting in his lap, the more he would know what to do about it.

Your face was hot and your heart thumped forcefully in your chest. But you weren't panicking. Even though you'd been around the Bad Batch for a while now, this was the first time you'd gotten physically close to any of them, especially this dorky genius, who made you feel just a little better about life than the others did. You hadn't been sure why, not until this moment, your face being mere inches away from his own. Now it clicked.

His arms had removed themselves from your frame and he was starting to crawl backward on the floor. You quickly grasped his shoulder to stop him.

"Tech, wait."

He froze, looking at you with wide, apprehensive eyes. His shoulder was tense so you relaxed your grasp and simply let your hand rest on it gently. You gave him a small smile. Thankfully these little gestures were enough encouragement for him to lean back to you. He still looked at you timidly, but he wasn't pulling away anymore. It seemed like maybe he had been feeling the same things about you.

"Yes?"

He was waiting for you to make the next move.

"So, this project," you stalled, needing just a little more time to work up the courage. "What is it again? Why did I just crawl into the bowels of the ship?"

Your face was creeping closer to his, breath gently fanning across each other, warm but refreshing.

"I... I..." Tech seemed to be short-circuiting. "I was just, uh, re... redecorating."

Your nose had just brushed his when you suddenly frowned and moved back to look at him questioningly. "Redecorating... wires?"

You were very amused at how flustered he seemed to be in this situation. But then the tables turned as Tech rolled with it.

"Yeah, I didn't like the way they looked in there. Wanted to change things up. You know me."

The smile on our face spread as he talked and you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. You bent forward, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck while your body convulsed with giggles. Tech laughed along, bringing his arms back around you to hold you in place. When you finally looked up at him and the shit-eating grin he had plastered on his face, you knew you'd finally found your courage.

"Oh, Tech..." you chided, pressing your smiling lips against his own.

[tartagliadevotee]

— she.

pairing: lisa/fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

genre: smut, romance, wlw

warnings: oral (receiving),vaginal fingering, lisa calls you a good girl

summary: Lisa offers to tutor you, things get a little spicy after that. 

“And when you add that you get fifty. See, it's easy.” 

With furrowed brows you stared at the piece of paper standing before you. Math wasn’t one of your strong points. You absolutely despised it and had no idea why you needed to learn math to be a knight. You stuck your bottom lip out and whined. Lisa’s melodic laughter reached your ears and you couldn’t help but get flustered. 

“I believe you can do it, cutie.” She had a teaseful tone laced into her voice. “I’m tutoring you after all. I’m sure you’ll get it.” 

Your bottom lip went even further out, the crease of your brows deepening. You hated when Lisa called you cutie, she called everyone that. The nickname felt like a constant reminder that Lisa didn’t see you more as a friend, a confidant. With a groan you leaned over the table and put down the answer she gave you. Your mind felt all jumbled, not really knowing what to think. You should be focusing on the work standing in front of you but how could you when Lisa was so close? 

With a soft smile Lisa shimmied closer. Supposedly, she was observing the next problem, something you should be doing as well. You could feel her plump breasts pressing against your arm and with the corner of your eye you could see down her cleavage. With a loud gulp you tried to direct your attention to the problem but you just couldn’t. Your palms felt sweaty. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You flinched when she asked the question. Slightly you pull back and avert your eyes. 

“Nothing,” you managed to say. “Just thinking about how annoying this exam is.” 

“No no,” she said, waving her hand and dismissing your answer. “You seem upset. Did I do something?” 

Damn her keen observations. 

You didn’t know what else to say so you decided to stay silent. What were you supposed to say? I have a crush on you? Don’t call me cutie because you call that to literally everyone? Of course not. You try to pull back but her curious gaze is hard to escape from. She tilted her head to the side and blinked in confusion. 

“What’s wrong cutie? You can--” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What?” 

You took in a shaky breath. The cat was out of the bag. You place the pen you held on top of the paper and lean back against the chair. You were lost for words, not really knowing how to talk about a subject that made you feel embarrassed. 

“You call everyone that,” you replied, voice almost in a whisper. “That’s why I don’t like it.” 

Your face burned when you realized that she was staring at you with a smile. When you quickly shifted your gaze to the paper infront of you, she laughed. Regret started to settle in. 

“Are you jealous?” she purred. “Could it be that you have a crush on me?” 

“I...I--!” 

Your denial was muffled with a kiss. Taking advantage of your shocked state, Lisa tilted her head and slid her tongue between your parted lips. Your eyes went wide momentarily before fluttering closed. Her lips were so soft, so warm. It was intoxicating. She pressed closer, her scent was a mixture between the lavender tea she always drank and a hint of cecilias. You took in a deep breath as your tongues intertwined. Trembling, you grab a fistful of her hair and tug at the soft locks. With a conceited smile, Lisa pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you both. 

“You’re adorable,” she said, her voice low. Her hands traveled down your body, making you shiver. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“Tell you what?” you asked, dazed. “I figured you knew.” 

“I did. But I wanted to hear it from you.” 

She buried her face into your neck, and grazed the sensitive skin with her lips. Your back arched at the sensation. Gingerly, Lisa played with the waistband of your sweatpants and watched as your breathing became more and more hitched. 

“I like you Lisa,” you said, breathless. “I like you a lot.” 

She giggled, “I like you too.” 

Her lips disappeared from your neck and you whined at the loss. Lisa pulled back her chair and got on her knees, signaling you to move back. You did as you were told and shivered when she got between your legs. A mild panic started to bubble up inside of you and you scanned your surroundings. Lisa seemed to take note of this. 

“Don’t worry no one comes to the library at this hour,” she cooed. “It’s just you and me.” 

You gasped when she tugged your sweatpants down. Instinctively, you closed your legs and looked away. You were already embarrassed enough, did she really have to see how wet you were just by a kiss? Despite your anxious behavior, Lisa said nothing as she kissed a trail up from your knee to your thigh. Her hands gently massaged your curves. Gradually, you felt yourself starting to get more and more excited. She continued to lick, kiss and bite your flesh until you gave in and parted your legs as a silent plea for more. 

Lisa was happy to provide. With a satisfied humm, she traveled between your legs and placed her lips against your core. Slowly, she parted your folds with her tongue and kissed as if she was kissing your lips. Biting your bottom lip, you threw your head back as your hips twitched up. She did nothing to hold you down and allowed you to rub against her lips as however you pleased. Still it wasn’t enough. Her tongue delved deeper as her delicate fingers found your clit and rolled it. A choked out moan was ripped from your throat. Your whole body writhed in pleasure as she both fucked you with her tongue and pinched the sensitive nub. 

“Good girl,” she said, her voice muffled. “Does that feel good?” 

“Ye--yeah…” 

You tangle your fingers in her hair once more, your nails grazing against her scalp. Heat pooled between your legs and it felt as if your loins were burning. Lisa wiggled her tongue and rubbed your clit. Your cunt twitched and clenched around the soft muscle, the loud slurping edged you on further. You were positive that you were drooling all over the chair and her lips. Lisa pulled back and before you could even beg her to continue, she pushed in two fingers without warning. 

“Li-- Ah!” 

You lunged forward, pulling at her hair and chanting Lisa’s name over and over again. Your whole body twitched as your cunt spasmed and gushed around Lisa’s slender fingers. She curled her fingers and continued to pump them in and out as you came down from your high. Heaving, you slowly let go of her and leaned back. Lisa looked up at you with a smile as she pulled out and licked her finger clean. You moaned at the sight and you could feel your cunt pulsing. 

“Now that was a feast,” she said, raising herself on her knees and grazing her lips against yours. “I’m still hungry for more though what about you?” 

[e-spits]

latched on - lee juyeon

words: 4.8k

genre: smut

warnings yandere!juyeon, dubious consent, knives, all around filth

The pressure balancing college and a social life was difficult. Classes were long and overbearing, the workload heavy to carry and parties or events were almost impossible to fit into your schedule. You rarely attended any social events, rarely met up with anyone aside your roommate if it weren’t to study in a café. And meeting new people was essentially a no go. Your roommate had tried tirelessly to get you out of your tight shell, dragging you to different parties but even when she was successful, you mind was absent. Too worried about the commitments you were neglecting. You did try to engage but what was important was getting through college though it didn’t stop your friend from trying.

On one Friday night, your roommate had selected a particularly rowdy party for you to attend. She smothered you in the dorm, soothing over your complexion with makeup and applying bright colours to your skin. You knew you didn’t dress up much but with the effort she was making, you knew her intentions were less than pure. It was too much effort to fight back and so you allowed it, even letting her loan you a strapless, skin-tight dress that blinded you with its red colour. Your roommate stood back, admiring her handy work, and grinning from ear to ear.

‘It’s beautiful.’ You mumbled, turning to examine your reflection in the mirror, eyes skimming over your own figure as though it were a mannequin. You did look nice but why. ‘What’s it for?’ You finally asked.  

Your roommate giggled below her breathe.

‘What?’

‘Don’t be mad.’ She continued, wandering over and placing her hands on your shoulders.

‘About?’

‘So, there’s this really hot guy in my class and I figured, you know since I’m already dating someone, maybe you could go for it. We both know you should.’

Your eyes narrowed toward the other girl, hands hitching themselves on your hips. ‘How cute?’

‘Like, fucking hot, okay, trust me.’ She nodded frantically, your stomach tightening. ‘Besides, it’ll be a step up from that stalker of yours.’ Your roommate laughed loudly, nausea filling your gut at the mere mention of the stalker, the so-called, not so secret admirer.

Three months ago, a letter had arrived at your doorstep. It was in ink of your favourite colour, the words like artwork or poetry. The writer had noted all the things they claimed to love about you, all the things they had noticed while watching you around campus. It was juvenile, strange but sweet, just a secret admirer like you imagined lots of people had. And then they became more frequent. Every few days another letter would appear outside your dorm room, full of more romantic rambling that made you only slightly uncomfortable at the time.

And then came the wave of presents, the many, many presents. Flowers, chocolates, clothes, brand new textbooks you’d been eyeing at the campus shop. It was then you knew you were being watched, surveyed, and documented. Your roommate found it hilarious, sharing your abundance of gifts and noting how even her boyfriend didn’t do this for her. A part of you liked being admired, liked the attention and romantic writings that came with being observed. However, the thrill of it dissipated when gradually, it became more intense.

The letters became several pages long, the handwriting descending into scribbles. And the longer they became the more descriptive, more explicit they were. You began not reading them, skimming the filthy intentions the writer had with a casual eye before throwing them out. Giving the presents to your roommate instead of indulging them. It all seemed like a prank, some kind of joke someone was playing, not an admirer at all. Your roommate insisted it was likely a horny, frat boy, obsessing over conquering a girl who had no interest in being conquered though it felt like more. The words eventually became heavier, threats beginning to soak in as the writer laid out their violent plans. You didn’t show anyone those letter, you didn’t want anyone to worry and so you carried it all by yourself.

This boy would probably be a step up.

The house was large, full of people and booming with music. All it made you think was how you’d rather be home, in pyjamas, watching sitcoms and studying. Your roommate shimmied you into the building, holding your hand as she pushed you through the crowds. Bodies brushed against your bare thighs as you picked up a couple drinks and eventually you made it to a particularly quiet stop in the corner couch of the lounge. You found yourself surveying the crowds, eyes clinging to each male face, wondering which one was the one your roommate had mentioned. And if maybe, your stalker was also here, hiding between the faces in the hubbub.

Your roommate nudged your ribcage, mumbling something beneath her breath before her eyes lit up, mouth spread in a wild grin.

‘He’s here?’

She merely gestured her head forward, yours following the motion. At first, you couldn’t see him but then through the huddle of people, one was clearly approaching. His face was warm, eyes bright, his smile so dazzling you couldn’t see anything else. Your friend was right, he was hot, insanely so but you still couldn’t pay attention fully. You were too busy being afraid your stalker may see you with someone else and carry out those plans he’d detailed.

The boy wandered over to you and your friend, pushing in and sitting between you two. Your roommate laughed lightly, giving you a certain look before she stood up from the couch. She wiggled her eyebrows at the boy and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you all alone. You looked over at him, his figure only inches from you, his expression covered in even more worry than yours.

‘Hi.’ You finally broke the silence.

‘Um, hi. I hope you don’t mind this, it’s just, your friend mentioned she wanted me to meet you, and I, I can see why.’

Your cheeks burnt. ‘It doesn’t bother me.’

‘Cool,’ he was grinning wildly, ‘I just, I think I’ve seen you around campus before, I don’t think I could forget anyone as gorgeous as you.’

A chuckle passed your lips, the boy taking a sip from his own drink as you did from yours. The thick, hot liquid rolled down your throat, worry beginning to subside the more drink you gulped.

‘I’m Juyeon, by the way.’

‘It’s nice to meet you, Juyeon.’

Though earlier you were wishing to go home, now all you wanted to do was sit in the crowded room and talk to this boy all night. Wishing everyone else could leave so you could hear every inflection in his honied voice. The more words that poured from his mouth, the more you forgot about the comfort of your dorm, instead, all your focus was on him. Juyeon charmed you relentlessly, dousing you in compliments but underneath the obvious flirting, he had substance. He spoke eloquently, voice soft and polite no matter what he said. He clearly knew a lot about the things he spoke of, which only made you more enthused to talk to him.

The party rolled on as did your conversation, Juyeon inching closer to you as his confidence settled in. While he was lovely and beautiful, you still didn’t want to engage in hooking up at a party, only to never see someone again. You knew boys all too well, they were charming when they were or weren’t interested and you hated the thought of the latter. With each subtle move he made, you slid away, wishing you could speak candidly without the distraction of his lips. You wanted him to kiss you, but you didn’t want him to be disappointed.

His hand reached over and smoothed over yours, thumb stroking the back of your hand. The warmth he emitted was intoxicating and it took everything not to melt into it. Juyeon was unfazed as though he hadn’t noticed your reservations at all, still moving in dangerously close. His mouth was only an inch or so from yours, his hot breath fanning your blushed cheeks. Your eyes closed for a moment, considering allowing contact to be made but as you felt acceptance greet you, a voice interrupted. Your roommate stood in front of the couch; eyes wide as she visibly regretted interrupting.

‘I’m sorry, I just, I wanted to check in, I’m pretty fucking tired if I’m being honest.’ She chuckled, smile dissipating quickly as she folded her arms.

Juyeon remained silent, sinking back into his original position while gulping down the rest of his drink.

‘It’s fine,’ you turned to the boy beside you, ‘it was really nice meeting you Juyeon, I, um, I’ll see around.’

He said nothing, leaving you to stand up and wander off in silence, taking your roommate’s hand and letting her guide you outside. You began meandering through the dark streets, your friend beginning to laugh hysterically.

‘God, I’m so sorry, you just, and he,’ she cut herself off with a loud giggle.

‘Shut up!’ You laughed back.

‘He was so mad.’

‘I think he was just annoyed he didn’t get any, it’s fine honestly. Besides, he’s so hot he can be mad if he wants.’ You giggled, wrapping your arm around your friend as you continued your way home.

‘Wait, are you whipped for someone? After one night, what’s gotten into you.’ She tilted her head down, eyes wide toward you as you found yourself smiling nonchalantly.

‘No, not him, thanks to you.’ She sighed as you spoke.

‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled dramatically, ‘there are other parties you can fuck at, don’t worry. Now, hurry up, I’m so tired.’

The dorm was silent when you arrived, darkness swirling around the space. Your roommate quickly dived into her bed, falling asleep almost immediately leaving you to roam your thoughts. As you did, you felt a little relieved the moment had been interrupted, that way, Juyeon might still be interested. Instead of being disappointed or bored, he know had to continue the chase and that meant he definitely would want to see you again. You smiled to yourself, cheeks hot at just the thought of the boy you’d spent hours talking to. Sleep eventually overwhelmed you, eyes heavy as you curled up in bed, still in your dress and fell asleep.

It was still night when your eyes were shocked open, a cold, metal sensation running over your neck. Pressure appeared upon the warm skin, your eyes wildly searching the room before you realised what was happening. Someone was kneeling against your arms, their legs either side of your torso though the room was so dark you couldn’t make out their face. You wriggled underneath the weight, but it was pointless. Your head snapped toward your roommate’s bed, it was empty, duvet thrown on the floor in a heap. Where was she? What was happening? A knife was pressed against your throat, the sharp metal grazing the sensitive skin.

‘Please, please don’t.’ You cried out, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks and splash onto the pillows beneath.

The figure above shifted slightly, their free hand reaching over and switching on your lamp. A yellow light danced across the room, your eyes adjusting quickly before realising who was threatening you. Juyeon. The same gummy smile, the same honey skin, the same big, bright eyes but now they were much darker. Something had consumed him, something dark.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, don’t worry. I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.’ Juyeon dragged the thick blade down your neck, letting it sit on your collarbone.

‘What’s happening, where’s my roommate?’

‘She’s fine,’ he rolled his eyes, ‘I just had to get her out of here, can’t have her interrupting again. Not when I, not when I got so, so close.’

‘I don’t understand.’ You cried.

‘Yes, you do.’ Juyeon smiled menacingly, pushing the knife into your skin ever so slightly. You could feel a droplet of blood roll down your neck, a tinge of pain rolling through your body.

His words didn’t make sense for a few moments, your mind racing through every word he’d said earlier in the night. He’d been so nice, so eloquent, so charming, and now he was so angry, so scary, so threatening. Just like your admirer. Just like your admirer… And then it dawned on you, Juyeon was your admirer, your stalker. It suddenly made so much sense, his entire demeanour created to lure you in, just like the letters and gifts had been.

‘It was you.’ You uttered in defeat, head sinking into the pillow as you gave in. Juyeon laughed, his smile transforming into a wild grin.

‘You were lovely last night, it was lovely. God, I couldn’t have planned for it better, we just, we clicked. If it hadn’t have been for that bitch of a roommate, fuck, all the things we would’ve done. We’d still be fucking now. But it’s okay, now I know you like me back, we can be together.’

‘You’re hurting me.’ You mumbled, trying to wriggle your neck away from the knife. Juyeon tilted his head, his free hand brushing through your locks, twisting around the hair softly. His fingers began stroking your face, travelling across to where the knife had nicked your skin. Another drop fell onto his thumb, the digit raising as he placed it in his mouth. Juyeon closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the metallic taste before he leant down.

You could feel his hot breath over your face, his mouth only inches from yours. The cool metal of the knife disappeared from your throat, Juyeon leaning down and replacing the sharp blade with his lips. His mouth wrapped around the small wound, tongue soothing over the skin. You closed your eyes tightly, beginning to try and move when he became distracted. Lifting your arms, you began trying to push the man away though it didn’t take long for him to notice. His lips left your body, sighing as he realised you were still trying to get away.

‘Hey, hey, you liked me earlier. Why it that different now? Now you know that I’ve loved you for months, it should be better, right? You know how much I want you. Don’t you?’

Your stomach tightened, realising there was no way out, you began to listen to him seriously. Juyeon had certainly showed he cared, and he was okay earlier, he was lovely earlier. That part of him had to be in there somewhere, maybe if you went along with his actions, that part of him would come back. Perhaps you could draw it out. You let out a deep breath, staring up at the boy knelt atop your arms.

‘I know,’ you mumbled, nodding, ‘I know.’

His mouth began leaning down again, yours leaving the pillow to meet his lips. Juyeon let his mouth press onto you strongly, engulfing you in the kiss before deepening it. You did nothing to fight back instead closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy the touches.

It felt wrong that you were allowing him to do such a thing so tentatively, especially when he’d done nothing to deserve it. But when Juyeon forced his tongue into your mouth and let the muscle explore your wet skin, it was impossible not to give in. Your head tilted back in pleasure, the boy suddenly pulling away and immediately attacking your neck with kisses and small bites. He did this for a few minutes, his body becoming so entranced in the motions that he let your arms out from beneath him. However, you found yourself motionless still, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of Juyeon nibbling at your neck.

The boy moved down your body, lips staying on your skin, as they travelled to your chest. Juyeon poked his tongue out, licking at the skin closest to your covered breasts before he looked up at you. His eyebrows furrowed together, body lifting as he peered down to your free hands then back up to your face. After a moment, you noticed he was no longer touching you and opened your eyes. Juyeon was hovering above you once more, face tightened in thought before he grabbed your hands again. His grip was harsh, like it had been with the knife, which he’d long ago forgotten. You tried to wriggle away from instinct but found it impossible beneath his strength, instead having your wrists moved to above your head. For a moment, you thought he was returning to how he’d been, however when he began tying your wrist to the bedpost, you knew he wasn’t quite there yet.

You were unsure where he’d gotten the tie but assumed he’d brought them along with him. Perhaps he’d expected you to fight it more, but he already had a certain control you didn’t understand.

After tugging on the tie, you realised quickly that you were trapped in place. Juyeon, still hovering above you, smiled widely, admiring his handy work.

‘There, we don’t have to worry about you going anywhere now.’ He said, still grinning.

‘I wouldn’t have gone anywhere.’

‘I know princess,’ Juyeon let his finger caress your cheek, moving down until it reach the neckline of your dress. ‘I just have to make sure, until I know how good you are. Because I know you can be a good girl, can’t you?’

You nodded frantically, pushing your chest up into his touch. Juyeon continued grinning, encouraged by your movements. He unzipped your dress, pulling the material down until it was thrown to the floor. The boy straddled your naked body, looking down at your figure as his hands continued their journey downward. Fingertips burning circles into your cleavage and stomach until they stopped just above the hem of your panties. He hesitated for a moment.

‘Say yes.’ He whispered almost silently as you remembered all the times you’d read those words in the letters he’d written. Say yes to him, in every way. And though you never imagined you’d be doing it, the word poured from parted lips almost instinctively.

Juyeon was spurred on, his mind suddenly clearer than it had been all night. You looked down at the boy as he trailed the underwear over your legs, chuckling when he noticed the wet patch in the centre. Juyeon sat over your calves, leaning down until his face was equal with your core. A whimper left your mouth, floating into the air as suddenly, you felt lips wrap around your already sensitive clit. You choked out a moan as Juyeon pushed further in your heat, mouth moving up and down, the muscle prodding your entrance. More squeals came from your lips, stomach tightening as you pushed your core up into his mouth. His tongue continued to work your heat, moving quickly and powerfully until you could feel a coil beginning to form in your loin.

You pushed up further, hoping to cause more friction and find your high. As abruptly as he had begun, Juyeon pulled away, letting you writhe around, helpless. A particularly loud groan bellowed into the room. The boy moved back up your body, leaving kisses on your naked form every so often, the remnants of spit sticking to your skin. He continued until his face was inches above yours, his fingers meeting your bottom lip and pulling your mouth open. Juyeon dropped his forehead against yours, eyes big as a long, pendulum of spit emitted from his mouth. It dangled between your faces, Juyeon holding your lips open until his fluid reached your tongue. The taste of him spreading out over your taste buds, it was the same thick, sweet taste of the drink you’d been gulping at the party. It made you feel closer to him, comforted almost.

Juyeon forced his mouth down on you again, lips mellowing out onto yours in a much sweeter way than before. He continued for a while before lifting up and moving off your body for the first time since you’d awoken. Your chest could finally move better but as soon as you became adjusted, Juyeon grabbed your hips and spun you around. Suddenly, your bare ass was met with cool air, your face pressing into the pillow. Juyeon let his fingers grip you tighter, pulling your hips upward so your back arched and heat was vulnerable to him.

Your face tried to turn back to see what Juyeon was doing, but it was impossible from the angle. Instead, you waited, restless, rocking softly wishing silently that his touch would return. The sound of rustling and shuffling greeted your ears but still no touch. The knowledge that he was likely undressing graced your mind but still no touch. You waited and waited until finally, the warm, hard flesh of Juyeon’s cock brushed against your slick entrance. The member twitched in anticipation before the boy pushed it inside you, the stiff member filling you. Your heat stretched and pulsated, Juyeon remaining motionless for a moment to let you adjust to his size. After a moment, he began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first and then quicker, the pace building and building until your body began rocking with his thrusts. Juyeon held you in place by your hips, his fingertips likely leaving bruised bevelled into your skin.

Juyeon continued his thrusts, the tip of his cock nearly prodding your cervix as he furthered his assault. Your body felt weak and would’ve likely collapsed if it weren’t for Juyeon holding you up.

‘God, this feels even better than I imagined, you’re so tight, so warm. Fuck.’ The boy moaned, deep growls passing his lips as his thrusts burned into your core. You pushed back against his length, allowing it to brush against your g-spot, the walls of your heat twitching at the contact.

The boy let one hand dance onto your back, stopping just between your shoulder blades. He pushed down, your breasts pushed onto the plush duvet, the new position making it much easier for Juyeon to brush against your g-stop again and again. You writhed in pleasure, stomach tight.

‘Don’t you move baby, don’t fucking move.’

Juyeon let his other hand raise high into the air, slamming down against the taunt skin of your ass. Pain sprung out onto the flesh. The boy lifted his hand again, slapping you again, and again and again. Though at first it burnt, the jolts of pain began to add to the mound of pleasure in your loin. Juyeon continued his tirade of slaps, your ass beginning to burn with pain though that only seemed to spur him on. After a few minutes of thrusting and slapping, he swapped hands and began slamming down on your other cheek.

His thrusts became messy, his open palm clamping back down onto your hip to steady himself. Groans fell from his mouth, your back arching to let him hit all the deepest parts of your heat. Another few minutes passed, Juyeon slowly down and then with a particularly guttural moan, he pulled his length from within you. Your core felt empty, cold almost until his hands flipped you over. The tie wrapped around your wrist tightening and digging into your flesh. It burnt, just like your ass still was. Juyeon now looked down on you, kneeling between your legs, naked.

The boy looked like a statue, made in a laboratory. You didn’t understand why he was so enamoured with you, willing to break so many laws and moral barriers to be with you. He must be crazy, he was.

Juyeon leant down, hand on the bedframe to hold himself up. His mouth lowered, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking on the tender flesh, and letting it bounce back with a pop. A whimper bellowed from your mouth, Juyeon looking up at you with dark, arrogant eyes. He moved up, face hovering above yours, his hard member brushing against your entrance, teasing you. A smile sprouted on his lips, one hand disappeared to stroke his cock up and down your slick entrance.

‘Please…’ You found yourself mumbling absent-mindedly, not even realising what he had done before.

He laughed.

His face moved away from you suddenly, fingers clasping the knife that was sat on your bedside table. Your stomach tightened, Juyeon’s member still on your entrance. Juyeon held the knife forward, pressing the tip against your breast, pushing down slightly. You felt the point dig into your skin, a droplet of blood seeping from the warm flesh. Another small whimper fell from your mouth, Juyeon’s smile growing tenfold.

‘Beg for it.’

‘What?’

‘I said,’ Juyeon ordered, pushing the blade down harder, another drop of blood slithering down your breast. ‘beg for it.’

‘Please. Please.’

‘Please… what?’

‘Please fuck me, Juyeon. I want you to fuck me, please. I want you inside of me again, please, I want you to fill me up.’

Juyeon smiled wide, sliding the knife downward and then pulling it away from your skin. And with one sharp movement, he pushed his length into you, stretching you once more. You both moaned loudly, Juyeon beginning to build his pace again. Hips bucking onto yours. The thrusts became as quick as they were before, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix again, the coil of pleasure tightening in your loin.

Once again, Juyeon lifted the knife and this time pressed it to your throat. The sharp blade slightly scraping your elongated neck, still continuing his thrusts until they became messy again. Juyeon let out several grunts, the sounds roaming the room like music. The boy made sure not to cut you, instead letting you merely feel the threat of danger. He snapped his hips onto yours once more, the pleasure in your stomach burning and finally, unravelling.

A long, feral whimper exploded from your mouth, head tilting back as Juyeon continued to thrust. The feeling of you tightening through your orgasm made his cock twitch, the member releasing its warm liquid into your heat. The warmth of his seed caused another moan to fall from your mouth, Juyeon growling low as he rode out his high. The boy trusted one more time and then let his length slowly fall out of you.

He still held the knife to your throat, hands still clasped around the headboard. You waited for something, for Juyeon to untie you and snuggle up to you in bed. Instead, he knelt above you, knife still on your skin.

‘What are you going to do now?’ You asked as Juyeon looked down at the ground beside your bed. He sighed.

‘I’m going to keep you. I just haven’t decided where.’ The boy uttered as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Only now, you’d let him.

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a helping hand

Rating: E (Explicit, 18+ only)

Warnings: Explicit, PwP, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, lots of swearing, Modern AU

Summary: washing up takes time, which is awfully inconvenient for your flatmate, who would really like to use the bathroom, and would like to use it now. but when you call him in, he brings along an idea - and soon you no longer have to worry about anything - except, maybe, enjoying it ...a little too much...?

It knocked, again, for probably the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

"Can you, like, hurry up? I need to-" "Can you shut up!" You interrupted him, before Childe could repeat himself for the nth time. Another thud, likely stemming from his fist having hit the door. With a sigh, you dropped your hand in defeat.

"Listen," Came the voice of your flatmate. "I-"

"It's open." You huffed out.

"Sheesh, finally. What are you ev-" He broke off immediately. You lifted your head and made eye-contact. Childe stood in the door, hand on the handle, frozen. You lowered yourself until you sat on the side of the tub, completely naked as you were.

"Uh-"

Amusement bubbled in your chest at watching his perplexed expression.

He blinked, and turned his eyes to the ceiling.

"Uh, you could've- Why… The fuck." His other hand came up to rub over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. "The fuck?"

You raked a hand through your hair. Childe's ears started to glow.

"Slept with a guy who didn't use a condom and I'm not gonna walk around getting cum all over my underwear." You sighed and shut the water off.

"And… now?"

"Been trying to get it all out."

He came into the room, shutting the door fully. The stream of cold air that had flooded the room, coming in from the hallway, got blocked. Legs a little stiff, he made his way towards the toilet and sat down there to pee. You watched him, and had trouble hiding the grin that his attempts at not-staring and keeping himself covered evoked.

"What's taking so long then?" He asked at the ceiling. His fingers pulled the wad of toilet paper in his hands apart piece by piece. His ears were strawberry red by now.

"I feel like I can't really- You know vaginas are self-cleaning, right, but I don't wanna wait around, but also I feel like I can't quite get up in there."

He nodded. His brows creased, and it looked like he was mentally going over your words once more. You sighed again. He finished and got up, flushed, then went to wash his hands.

"Right. So…" He met your eyes through the mirror, and you could see his gaze slipping down before he focused on drying his hands.

"So, I'm sorry for occupying the bathroom so long, Childe. Don't really know how long it's gonna take me."

If you'd have one of your dildo's here, you could've used that. But the one that was the most natural one you had had been lost, for weeks now, and your hopes at finding it just today were slim. If only you had a proper one here, their heads were shaped in a way that would so easily clean you out…

Childe was still hovering by the sink, wringing the towel between his palms. An idea took root in your head.

"Hey Childe?"

He looked at you, and then away, after clearing his throat.

"Yeah? What."

You shifted a little in your spot.

"When's the last time you fucked someone?"

It didn't matter, but it seemed smartest to not outright ask, to not overwhelm him completely.

"Uh… Dunno. Been a while. Why?" One of his hands had been buried in his pocket already, and after rubbing his neck with the other, he put that one into his sweats, too. They held the front of his pants suspiciously convenient away from his crotch.

"You know, you could… You could really help me out here. If you use your dick, the cum would be out of me in moments. Wouldn't take long at all."

This time his eyes shot up to meet yours and stayed there. "Wh-What."

You stayed silent.

He swallowed.

"You want me to- To fuck you, to get the…?"

You nodded. "Doesn't have to be long, either, just a couple of thrusts. Just to get it out."

The silence weighed heavy in the air between you. Childe's ears were an alarming shade of cherry by now.

He swallowed again.

"Like, right here or…?" His hands slipped out of his pockets and the soft, stretchy fabric slid back into its place, revealing a sizeable bulge at his groin.

You got up and out of the tub, leaving wet footprints on the tiled floor on your way to him by the sink.

"We could go to bed, too. Would probably be more comfortable, if you want?"

You ran one of your hands over his left pectoral, down to his side.

"Yeah," His voice was a little raspy. "Yeah, okay."

"Thank you!" You smiled at him, feeling relief but also anticipation spread through your stomach. Fucking your flatmate had never really crossed your mind - mainly because his primary function was to be able to afford rent and not live in a total pigsty - but now that you thought about it… "Your bed or mine?" Had your voice been this breathy before...?

"Mine." Childe mumbled, gaze alternating between your eyes and lips.

Against better judgement you leaned forward, stopped just shy of his lips. He was still staring at yours. The tip of his tongue pushed his bottom lip down.

"Can I kiss you?" Even though it had been you leaning in, it was him asking now.

"Yeah-" You whispered, and then his hand was on your neck already, pulled you in and against him.

He was careful, with his lips and his teeth and his tongue. The first kiss was just soft lips on lips, testing the waters, getting a feel for the other. Then he broke away, for only a moment. He came back, with teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, and then there was his tongue sliding between your lips, easing into your mouth like it had always belonged there.

"-ngh!" You hissed out as he tugged your hips closer and pressed his erection against you. You raised one of your legs without a second thought, to be closer to him, and he jumped at the chance of slipping a hand around your thigh, down to your butt. You rolled your hips against his hard-on, and smiled into the kiss as he let out a soft grunt at the contact.

"You know, I never thought about kissing you, but you're… really good at this."

He rolled his eyes, hands continuing to fondle you while he was momentarily distracted. "That was probably the best kiss I've had in-" "Mhm okay, bed, now." He cut you off with another kiss, mumbling the words against your mouth.

And yet his hands did the opposite, only pulling you closer, softly pushing at your hips until you rolled them against him one more time. Two more slow, deep kisses, and then he straightened his shoulders and took a hold of your hand, pulling you along and out of the bathroom.

The air was chillier outside, and you hurried after him, not wanting to catch a cold.

His room was warm against the hallway, had a pleasant shiver run over your back. You dove into his bed, were surprised at the softness of his sheets as you slipped between them while Childe was rummaging around on one of his shelves. He turned back around, a box of condoms in hand, and lifted one with a questioning look.

You rolled on your back and shook your head.

"Don't worry about that. I just need you to get the other stuff out, it's not like we're actually gonna fuck."

"Right." He winked, grinned, and put it back. You had to smile at him winning his cool back.

His usual, wry smirk was in its usual place on his face, and his posture carried more of the confidence you'd mistaken for cockiness upon first meeting him. Knew to be self-assurance by now.

"So, how do you want it?"

He shrugged out of his hoodie and tugged his shirt back down over his abs, before shimmying out of his sweats. Your eyes went straight to his groin. A dark spot had bloomed over the light grey of his boxer tights, towards the left leg. One of his hands pushed on his junk before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down.

His dick sprang free of its constraint.

It was a decent size, with a nice girth. His hand came back and gently massaged his balls.

You shuffled backwards, fully onto the bed. Turned around and spread your legs, giving him full view.

"Just… push in and out a couple times. Just a few should be enough."

"Okay."

You felt the bed dip where he climbed on it. His palm was warm when he ran it down the length of your spine.

"You sure about this?" You asked, looking back over your shoulder.

"Huh?" He met your eyes, one hand rubbing your hips and sides, the other enclosing his dick and giving it a slow pump. "Helping me out, I mean?"

"Oh yeah, no it's alright. Probably annoying getting your underwear all sticky, I get that. Don't worry about it."

You let out a sigh of relief. "Okay."

He continued to smooth his fingers over your back - your shoulders, sides, thighs. Even used both to round your torso and cup your breasts. It felt nice, but it wasn't really what you'd agreed to.

"What are you waiting for?" You laughed lightly.

Childe's chest, still covered with his shirt, brushed your back as he leaned forward.

"If you're wet, it'll be easier for me to go in. Plus it'd basically help flush you out even more, right?"

You hadn't thought about it like that.

"Huh… Yeah… Guess you're right?"

He pressed a kiss to your neck. His lips felt really nice.

His logic was sound, and so you allowed yourself to fully feel after each of his touches. When he eventually kissed his way down your spine, you wiggled a little.

"Think I'm ready." You let him know, even feeling a little hot and bothered despite your best intentions.

"Alright." He pulled back, and you could feel his thighs touching yours. "Okay, going in. You ready?"

Already the blunt tip of his dick kissed your entrance, not daring to slip in just yet.

"U-huh..." You mumbled.

The tip pushed between your slick folds. Parted them with ease, and slid inside you almost by itself. You felt yourself opening around it, with barely any resistance.

"Oh fuck... Childe-" You pressed out, eyes closed.

His dick fit inside you like it had been created to just fulfill this singular purpose.

"Ah- Hold on, not in completely just ye- Ah…" His pelvis met yours. Both of you moaned out. You almost felt a little light-headed. "Fuck you feel good."

"You too…" Oh, and how good he felt. Filling you completely, having you writhe and itch on the spot, longing to feel him move...

"Okay," You pressed your eyes close and then opened them again, hoping to clear your head a little. "Try… Try pulling out, see if any of the cum…?"

You trailed off as he already moved.

"Mhm, shit..." He breathed out. Only the tip was left inside you. "Yeah, there's some white stuff. Looks like it's working?"

"Can you push in again?"

He obliged, even before you'd finished your sentence. Again his dick entered, pushed until his balls nudged up against you.

"Fuuck…"

You had to close your eyes, he felt too good.

The premise of Childe's dick was presenting a temptation you hadn't considered, and weren't in the slightest prepared for. If you didn't focus on the initial reason you'd asked him, if you- He thrusted in, groaning as you accidentally clenched around him.

The pure lust in his voice had you forcing your eyes open, staring at the headboard of his bed. Childe's hands on your sides held your hips securely as he pushed in and out again, almost having a sort of rhythm already.

"Hey…" You swallowed a moan.

"Huh?" He said.

You had to remember the words before speaking them out one after the other.

"Is there still cum getting out? Did you clean me out already?"

"Oh… Hang on." He pulled out completely. You dropped your head on your hands, willing yourself to not think too much about how utterly empty you were right now. "Yeah, there's still… There's still some stuff there. See?"

You lifted your head and he held out his fingers for you, a thin string of cum dangling from it.

"Shit. That dude must've come deeper in me than expected…"

"I can try going a little deeper?" He offered, and you heard him drop the tissue he'd used to wipe his fingers with on the floor.

You bit down on your lip. He'd pushed in balls deep already, but kept the thrusts relatively light. If he were to actually put some force behind them-

"Yeah, please." Came the words out of your mouth while you were still trying to argue with yourself about how him going in like that, just a few times, wouldn't hurt. Wouldn't be worse than how the rest had been already. Worse, as if him fucking- No, helping you was bad in any way, or-

And then his hands were back on your hips, he lined his dick up with your hole again and filled you once more and any and all thoughts were gone from your mind at once.

He felt so good.

So good.

He went balls deep, went back for the fraction of a second, and then pushed in as deep as he could again.

"-Fuck!" It escaped you. "Ah, shit, Childe… You think the cum is in that deep?"

"You don't want me to make sure?" He huffed out, before grinding his hips against yours. Instead of an answer, you moaned, shamefully loud as he thrusted in, rutting against you. And then one more time.

"Ugh…"

He pulled back, agonizingly slow.

"Hnng, Childe-" It was at the tip of your tongue, that plea, and still you recalled this wasn't meant to be a fuck, this was supposed to help you get the other cum out, this wasn't supposed to- "Childe, please, harder."

He groaned and his fingers dug into your sides.

His skin smacked yours as he sped up and forced his dick as deep down as he could on every thrust now.

"Is this helping?" He asked through clenched teeth, with his dick pounding into you.

"Oh- Oh- Fuck, Childe- I- Fuck-... Deeper, Childe, please gimme- oh- Fuck…!"

He was breathing heavily now, pushing into and against you wildly. Leaned forward and pushed you down into the mattress, one arm around your middle to keep your hips slightly elevated.

"Ah, ah, ah- Ah fuck, fuck fuck…" He grunted, hips smacking into yours.

You realized you'd lost then; whatever petty little mental resistance that remained after that first thrust. He was fucking you so hard and so thoroughly that you could almost feel the strain on your ass and legs already, knew it'd be a pain to sit or even walk tomorrow. And it only had you moaning more.

"Fuck, Childe… Cleaning me so good, fucking me so good, ah-" You moaned out, pushed into the mattress by his weight on your back.

"Giving you only the best I have, baby..." He brought out, spreading his legs a little further. Your own felt like jelly, being fucked apart like that

Smack smack smack.

He let out a moan, directly into your ear.

There was a lot that came over your lips, mindless blabber, mostly; sweet nothings about how good he was, how great he was fucking you, how good it felt.

"Hnng- Cum inside me, Childe-!" You were bordering on light-headedness, didn't have full control over your words anymore, being pounded into oblivion by him. Let slip what had started to fill your head over the last minutes. "Fucking- Give it to me, Childe-! Fill me up!"

"Shit you serious?" He groaned, hips pistoning into yours. "Fuck-"

"Yeah," Now that it had come out, now that you had admitted it to both him and you, it felt wrong to pretend you hadn't said it. Didn't want the chance to be properly stuffed full, by someone you liked, no less, to pass you by. Were hungering to feel him lose himself.

"Yeah, yeah- Just cream me, okay? I want you to- Oh fuck, fuck- I want- I want you- Your-"

"Shit- Ahh, shit- Fuck- Fuck-!" He buried his head by your shoulder. His hips came to a stuttering halt. "Gonna cum if you don't tell me to stop-!" He brought out, but if it had meant to sound like a warning, he was terrible at delivering it like that. Made it sound more like a promise, if all.

"Childe, please-" Your hands clenched into his pillow. "Don't you dare stop now or so-"

He fucked into you hard, bringing your sentence to a stop before you had to come up with some bullshit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-" His voice jumped an octave as he flattened himself to you, helplessly rutting into you, and then he was groaning out long and loudly, pushed in to the hilt, and didn't pull out anymore. Rolled his hips against yours to thrust in as deep as he could. "Ohhh… Ohh, shit..."

You clenched around him, tickled another groan out of him as his dick throbbed, filling you with his sperm.

He kept grinding against you with every spurt of cum, slow, lazy rolls of his body as he rode out the last of his body's high, until he finally stilled for good.

Sighed and hugged his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You felt comfortably cushioned, and good, like this, with his dick deep inside, in his arms. There was a pleasant warmth between your bodies.

"Shit. Yeah, there's no way there's any of the shit of that other dude left now…" He ran a hand over the side of your thigh. Pressed another soft kiss to the shell of your ear. "You're full of my sperm, now."

You moaned at his words; at the affectionate and yet almost possessive tone.

"Can you make me cum, too?" You asked, half muffled by the pillow.

"Yeah, sure. Come on, lift your hips a little- There you go."

He refused to pull out, and so his fingers caressed your clit, pushed and prodded and circled relentlessly. Egged you on further and further, having you chase after your own orgasm - until you lost ground and came, overwhelmingly. Still impaled by his dick.

You didn't want to feel for your legs, were content just lying here for forever now. Maybe getting fucked once or twice would be nice, but even if not- This was your spot now. Your motivation to move was below zero.

Instead of making a move to have him shift off of you, you softly ground back against Childe, still deep inside you.

"Fuck this was good... Didn't know you could fuck this good."

"Didn't know you were so fuckable." He answered your unasked question and laced his fingers through yours as you extended a hand next to your face. "Sorry I made you even more sticky now…"

You huffed and shrugged. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade.

"This doesn't change anything between us though, right?" You asked, head turned, watching the redhead from the corner of your eyes.

"Hm? What? -No, of course not." He rolled his hips against yours once, pushing as close as possible.

"Okay, good." You laid your head back down, closed your eyes and sighed at the feeling of Childe everywhere around you.

"Can I still kiss you, though?" He asked, and you squinted your eyes at him. "Like, right now?"

It had you laughing.

"Yeah, sure. C'mere."

And he eased out of you, let you prop yourself up on an elbow, and then brought your lips together softly. And as his tongue darted out, swiftly sliding back into your mouth, you felt his cum slowly start to leak out.

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[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 1549

Rated: M to be on the safe side

Tags: domestic, mildly sexual themes but no smut, references to sex, alcohol consumption, mild/moderate intoxication, bad (very good) music, is this a strip tease??

A/N: “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” by Rod Stewart is both the best and worst song ever written. I don’t make the rules. I also don’t know how this got so long?

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When Niki unlocks the door to your flat he isn't expecting to hear the obnoxiously loud giggles from the other side. You had given him a key to your place shortly after you got engaged. Neither of you had any qualms about moving in with each other before the actual wedding, but you didn't want to give your parents a heart attack. Even so, half your belongings were at his place already.

Opening your front door he sees you and Elena on the couch, whispering and tittering with each other. It takes you a second to notice him standing in the doorway. "Niki! You're home early!"

"Actually," Niki checks his watch, "I'm more than an hour late." He'd had business in the city, so you both planned for him to come by afterwards. That being said, it was going on quarter past 9.

"Oh! Didn't even notice." Both you and Elena snort in laughter, hands flying up to cover your grins. Your exceedingly chipper attitude and flushed cheeks confuse him before he spots the empty wine bottle on the table next to you. Ah - one of those nights. "We were just talking about you!"

"All good things I hope," he says as he takes off his shoes and hangs his coat.

Elena leans in to whisper something conspiratorially to you. Niki is unable to make out what she's said. Based on the reaction and the snickers you give he figures it is something overtly sexual in nature.

She hops up from the couch. "I'd better get going, my sister should be here by now anyway." She leans in to give you a wet kiss on the cheek. On her way to the door she pulls Niki in for a fairly one-sided hug. "Have fun you crazy kids! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She tossed over her shoulder, shutting the door.

Niki rifled through the fridge, finding himself ingredients to make a sandwich. "So," he began. "How many glasses have you had?"

"Whyyy do you wanna know?" you drawled out, eyes squinting. The back of the couch makes a good place to rest your chin as you watch him move around the kitchen.

"Because. I want to know how in for it I am tonight." His tone is light, joking even as he looks up at you across the room.

You shrug dramatically. "Just three… or four, maybe."

"Ah," he nods to himself and picks up his sandwich.

It wasn't often you drank this much, but when you did it was always an interesting time. You had only gotten drunk a handful of times since he'd known you, that is, if you could even call it that; you were definitely cognizant of what you were doing. If anything you were just looser than usual thanks to the help of the liquor. Any other person would likely be blitzed after four glasses; you’d told him it was something about being part Scottish that helped you hold your own. Normally Niki couldn't stand when people drank too much. There was something endearing about you though when you got like this. He should've been beyond annoyed, but instead he always found it rather funny.

"And what did you and Elena talk about before I got home?" Home. He liked the sound of being home with you.

"I may have let slip about a certain...ah… incident with the Ferrari…" you finish with a large swallow of wine.

You had an incident with the Ferrari? Niki doesn't remember you being around the car without him. His brow furrows. "What incident?"

"You know…" you wiggle your hands back and forth, gesturing between you. A hiccup punctuates the brief silence.

His concern grows at your lack of answer. "If I knew I wouldn't be asking, liebe."

You let out an overdramatic huff. "Niki!” his name drawn out like a whiny child, “Christ I told her about the sex!"

His eyebrows met his hairline. That incident. He wasn't exactly happy with Elena being privy to that aspect of his life but he figures it could be a lot worse. "Which time..?" he mutters offhandedly to himself.

You jump up, nearly tripping on a fallen blanket and almost sloshing your wine on to the carpet. Catching him next to the couch you push your finger to his uneven lips. "It's alrigh’ though it's our little secret, shhh." You even attempted to wink at him.

Niki grunts in lieu of a chuckle. It's going to be one of those nights.

“Oh! I almos’ forgot!” You spin on your heel and head to your record player. "Look what I bought!" You hold up a new album - a mix of recent top hits. Niki busies himself getting comfortable on the couch while you place the record on the player, cranking the volume.

He finishes his dinner while you groove to the music, wine glass dangling from your fingertips. Your singing is decent, despite the wine in your system. Niki is content to let you have your fun, he even recognized some of the songs from the radio station you played in the car. You are a terrible dancer though, he laughs to himself. He supposes he can’t dance much better himself, really.

A new song began; its funky bass line and smooth rhythm exciting. You threw back your head and released a throaty chuckle. Swaying your hips side to side, you saunter over to Niki. He watches as you shimmy your shoulders to the beat; pointing your finger at him as you move. When the chorus begins you sing along in a sultry voice, hands raised to the ceiling, wiggling your hips towards the floor. You give your best attempt at bedroom eyes as you sing and dance for him.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, tell me so.”

Niki chews his bottom lip in amusement as you dance. Seeing your glass almost slip from your loose grip, he leans out and plucks it from your fingers. You hardly notice the absence, continuing your performance.

“If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so."

Looking at your fiance over your shoulder, you begin to unbutton your shirt, sliding the open collar over your arms to hang on your elbows. The tops of your breasts exposed, you shake your ass to the music in his direction.

Niki rubs his thumb across his mouth to quell his smirk. “What are you doing, schatz?” It took him a few more seconds to break his eyes away from your uncovered skin as he asked.

You hum, “what’s it look like I’m doin’?”

“Like you’re trying to seduce me or some bullshit.” He can’t hide the amusement in his tone.

“Is it workin’?” You don’t stop moving.

Niki will admit you are oddly sexy right now, even with your horrible dancing and overexaggerated singing. Your breasts are nearly falling out of your brassier as you dance and there is a flush to your skin that reminds him of when you make love. But he just cannot get past how utterly ridiculous you look - and what the hell is this song?

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, honey, tell me so.

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, sugar, tell me so.”

You pull the sleeves from your arms and toss the garment at him with a waggle of your brows. “Do you Niki? Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Of course.” He licks his lips, deciding to play along with your little game. His resolve not to laugh would soon crack.

“Alright then.” You slide your hands up the skin of your torso. Your legs do little kicks as you walk to the beat, gyrating your pelvis in a circle.

Niki can tell you are getting tired by how your movements slow towards the end of the song. Here comes the crash.

With the last notes of the song you fall into his lap, his arms bracing your descent. You sigh, your breathing labored from the dancing and alcohol. A low hum vibrates in your throat as you make yourself comfortable draped over him. His fingers leave indents where they hold around the bare skin of your waist. “Was it good?” You trail your fingers up his chest and look up at him from under your lashes.

“What, liebe?”

“Are you sedued… se.. seduced?” you correct.

Niki nods to appease you and your efforts. “Hmm, very much.”

You nuzzle into his neck, his cologne and the scent of motor oil making your head spin. “Good… think I need you…”

Softly, Niki says “and I think you need to go to bed.” You nod as enthusiastically as you can manage in your current state, understanding him as wanting to take you to bed. He lifts you in his arms bridal style, walking you to the bedroom.

Placing you in bed and pulling the covers to your chin, you don’t have the energy to protest when he doesn't join you. When Niki returns from the bathroom in his own sleepwear not two minutes later you are already snoring. He lets out a gentle chuckle before joining you in bed to sleep.

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[brandstifter-sys]

Sonnets

Word Count: 2144 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety with some Creativitwins

Rating: T+

Warnings: Sexual themes, brotherly angst, talk of death

Roman finds a journal and assumes it’s Remus’ but when Remus says it’s not his Roman leaves him with it, so he has some time to read. Little does he know what will come from perusing that book.

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Remus was chaos, he didn't bend to anyone else's rules unless he wanted to. Almost nothing was off the table for him—gore, violence, monsters, pain—but he had limits. Don't steal Janus' hat when he isn't holding or wearing it, because an angry Janus meant silence, or worse being silenced and alone. Never ever get too gross with Patton, because he will scream and cry and flash those hideous puppy dog eyes! Stay at least 6 feet away from Logan or suffer through a lecture on how little influence the duke held. Never let Roman hurt himself so bad he can't heal. And never ever read Virgil's diaries. 

Remus was happily throwing shurikens at a large canvas with paint balloons, having fun despite only hitting the ones filled with red. It was just a little annoying to only have one color on a solid white background, and even more annoying when it was Roman's colors staring at him. Roman hadn't been much of a good brother in the past few years, and it stung to think about how they drifted apart. How almost everyone ran from him to Roman. It hurt to be so lonely. 

"Greetings, Your Disgrace!" Roman said as he entered the castle atrium suddenly. Remus threw another star that lodged itself in the canvas with a splash and a thump, and grinned manically at the unsettled prince. 

"Well if it isn't MacBetty himself!" Remus said and cracked his neck sharply, "What hell did I probably unleash on you today?" 

"Don't flatter yourself," Roman scoffed and held up a black journal with sparkling green trim, "You left this in the common area." 

"Did I?" he asked and righted his head with a sickening pop. He was as bad as Roman about collecting cool journals and never filling them, so it could be his, even if he didn't recognize it. Roman handed it to him and crossed his arms. 

"It would appear so. If Logan yells at me for leaving my notes lying about, he will certainly yell at me for yours." 

Remus hummed softly and ran his fingers over the cover, ignoring the jab. The trim pricked his fingers as they glided over it. It was a nice journal, but definitely not something he conjured up. He supposed it might have been a gift, but that would mean someone made something for him—someone other than Janus, and maybe just one other side, but he remembered every gift Virgil ever gave him.

"He likes to yell. Are you sure this is mine?" he questioned, still learning the rise and fall of the trim.

"I assumed, considering the design. I don't like to open other people's journals," Roman answered. Remus knew he was scared of leafing through it, probably expecting some security monster popping out the second he opened it. He didn't blame him for that one, but it stung nonetheless.

"Me neither, but now I'm curious!" Remus laughed and opened to a random page. It was all hand-written poetry. Interesting!

"It's a poetry book! Wanna hear one? It could be a hint!" Remus wiggled his eyebrows. Roman let out a short sigh but went tense. 

"I have other things to do. I came to drop off the book and now I must depart. Farewell." Roman bowed and sank out with flourish. He left far too quickly for comfort.

"Love you too, nice seeing you again, don't be a stranger," Remus pouted and went back to his room, too bummed to paint anymore. 

  He rose up and flopped on his bed with the journal open. Some angsty poetry might make him feel better. He got comfy and let his eyes traverse the page

My mouth is dry Sugary sweet and kind Choking me with my own tongue Out of everything, that saccharine isn't a lie

Remus pursed his lips. That one was really short, and with the talk of lies, he had to wonder. Was this actually Roman's? Did he want to share this with him covertly? Remus bit back a squeal at the thought and kept reading with some hope. 

Lost in translation Obstinate and selfish Get over yourself Avoidance builds pressure Never any quiet when you snap

Remus giggled, knowing exactly who that one was about! Someone pissed the author off! And he knew that that person pissed Roman off a lot! He turned the page, expecting to learn more about this author, believing they could be his brother wanting to reconnect. He was a little surprised to find a skull doodled in the corner but brushed it off.

I want to pull him from the shadows and into my heart Will he see me? Will he disappear if I reach for his hand? Am I blind and staggering in desperation? Someone like him would be better without me Someone like him deserves someone better No star deserves to succumb to a black hole

That one hurt. Remus wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He knew that feeling all too well. The one side who made him want to obey, the side that made his heart flutter like the bats in his tummy—that side was his best friend and then he left. He missed his partner in crime and he wished that Virgil would come back, just for a visit, and spend time with him again. But that wasn't happening and he had a whole book to read about an author he could really connect with, Roman or not.

He went through several poems that were angsty and angry, full of self-loathing. With each piece he read, the more he doubted it was Roman. The language wasn't formal enough and it didn't match his style at all! It was good stuff, most of it, and Remus kind of hoped the real author would be willing to collaborate with him. He liked this guy.

Like the sun overhead, you're on fire The big man has a little golden boy Pompous and cruel with haughty desire Which one of us are you gonna destroy?

Darkness and shadow that cannot be lit Overshadowing you to make it stop Use that hubris to land another hit I'll keep fighting until the curtains drop

You think you're Hercules when you're so weak Rise like a phoenix Icarus, just try  Maybe you'll learn what it means to be meek Until that day you won't see me cry

I will rain on your parade every damn time Stopping stupidity is my worst crime

Okay so that one threw him for a loop. It would take a few minutes to piece it together. Remus decided that he could assume it was about Roman this time. Princey loved the classics and he had a pet phoenix. This author had some beef with him! Remus hoped for more anger at Roman with the next poem, because he certainly had enough pent up with the snobby, best-friend stealing, always got the spotlight prince. He didn’t get that catharsis, he got more than he bargained for.

I find comfort in breathing in his scent Even if his hands are mine for tonight If he asks, I don't know where his clothes went What I'm doing is wrong but it feels right

If I close my eyes I can taste his kiss A dream in a nightmare clouding my mind Hearing my name on his lips would be bliss To pin him down, our fingers intertwined

I long to stare into piercing jade pools So he thinks of me while I stake my claim I want him to never want to let go I always thought that love was just for fools But on his green sash, love, or something, came I almost regret that he'll never know

This was definitely not a book the author wanted to share. Remus was pretty sure that his face was going to melt off. Now he really wanted to figure out who wrote these! Someone actually liked him like that at some point! It definitely wasn't Princey in that poem—Remus still had the sash mentioned! He was just the tiniest bit turned on, but most of his hype went into his famous wiggles.

"You're so dead!" 

Remus jolted up and beamed. Virgil never stopped by anymore, so when he popped up threateningly, Remus was too happy to care or put the pieces together.

"And how do you wanna kill me? I have some suggestions!" he sang and shimmied. Virgil scowled and crossed his arms. 

"Have Janus wipe your memory and give it back." 

"What, the book?" Remus questioned and held it up. Virgil snatched it and held it to his chest protectively. Remus' eyes widened in horror.

"You wrote all that?! And I read it!? Oh no no no no no! I had no idea—I'll get Hisster Myde and scrub it away with steel wool! Dammit I am so sorry, Sca–Virgil!" Remus yelped and got up to pace. His only rule about Virgil, broken! The only rule he wanted to follow—tarnished!

"Were you about to call me 'Scabby Doo' again?" Virgil scoffed, hiding the fear and hurt he felt. 

"No, 'Scare Bear,' something kinda cute but that’s not important right now!" Remus answered, "I read your stuff without asking! I might be a crazed Camus Stranger boy, but I have some standards!" 

"Remus. Breathe. You're gonna wipe this trash from your memory and it'll be okay," Virgil tried to soothe him, only for the duke to go rigid. 

"Trash!?" Remus snarled and spun on his heels and marched up to Virgil until the lumbering emo hit the wall, confused and scared. 

"It's not trash! I know trash! I eat it for breakfast! That book holds some of the best stuff my critical creative ass has read in ages!" Remus snapped and glared up at him with a fire in his eyes. 

"What?" 

"Those poems are great! I was gonna find the author and beg on my knees like a needy subby bitch to collab with him because holy shit! I felt something with each one!" 

"Even the one with the skull doodle on the page?" Virgil squeaked, his face a beautiful shade of red. Remus smiled sadly. 

"Yeah, that one hit a little too close to home. I got all teary eyed. Thinking about it now after reading that saucy sonnet, it really hurts!" 

"I uh—" Virgil stammered, "I'm, uh, 'm sorry for the sash and the whole—"

"If you apologize for anything else I am going to lip wrestle that apology away!" Remus cut him off, "Because dammit, Virgil, I love you, even if you don't feel the same way anymore. No more self-hate and no more doubting yourself." 

"Puppy," Virgil said and finally took back some control, guiding Remus back and having him sit down, "I can't promise I'll be able to stop that completely, but if you can stand a little bit of it, I wouldn't mind making that collab a date." 

"Really!?" Remus grinned making Virgil's eyeshadow turn purple, "Can we paint too? And watch scary movies? And make out? And then try and woo each other with some dark prose until one of us caves and asks the other to be his boyfriend? And then f—" 

"Yeah," Virgil cut him off and pressed a finger to Remus' lips, "Except for the part about caving. Will you–I mean, only if you want to, would you–and it’s cool if you say ‘no’ since things might be a little weird but—”

“Band-aid, Emoraptor!” Remus cut him off, like he used to do back in the day when Virgil started down one of his nervous tangents.

“Maybe be my boyfriend now?" Virgil said quickly and winced.

"Yes!" Remus cheered and dragged Virgil into a hug, tumbling on the sheets, "Loom over me like a cypress tree and stay with me until I taste death for a night." 

"Stay here and cuddle until we pass out like touch starved gremlins? Only if you visit me in the abyss until this world calls," Virge mused and wrapped his arms around the duke, curling around him protectively. 

"And then the next," Remus hummed softly and kissed his hand, “But you’re always in my dreams!” Virgil buried his face in Remus’ neck and smiled against his skin. Who would have thought that they would wind up here?

Roman sat on his bed and stared at the collage of pictures he had on the wall. In the very center was an old drawing of him and Remus in front of a castle. He sighed wistfully and stared at it, admiring Remus' work. He hoped that sneaking into Virgil's room was worth it—he wanted Remus to be happy even if he couldn't provide that joy. Maybe one day he’d be able to, but until then, he hoped he got his best friend and brother together to make some amends if not more.

[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon 03

Warnings: strong language

Word count: 5.9K

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Third: Saving is Caring

“Lee Nari!”

Someone was shouting your name but you couldn't tell who exactly because the entire corridor you were residing on - the forsaken fifth floor, also the top floor of the building without an elevator - was flooded with girls. They were rushing to the opposite direction you were heading to, and you frowned deeply at anyone who made even the slightest brush against you - or your chest.

“Come to room number 501!” they shouted again.

“As if,” you scoffed to yourself and dodged one hand that was about to land on your breast.

“Aish, I was gonna try if they were actually real,” you heard the girl whine but her voice got quickly blocked out by exciting squeals.

Finally managing to land in your room, you basically kicked the door open, pissed, to find Yuyeon preparing in front of her make-up mirror. Her eyes were shining and she seemed way too happy.

“What the hell is happening out there?” you grumbled, slamming the door shut with your foot to isolate yourself from the annoying squeals. “It looks like a sect or something.” You dropped your bag in the corner and threw yourself on the bed, needing the relief in your tired muscles.

Running had been taking its toll on you the past weeks, let alone your job was tiring mentally, as well. There hadn't been any slip-ups or issues anymore like last time for which you were eternally thankful. That one time - yeah, you weren't sure you could deal with that again.

“You are coming toooo!” squealed Yuyeon as well and was fast to drop the blusher on her messy table before standing and jumping over to your bed, making you fly up on the mattress too.

You whined again and tried to kick her off your bed but she climbed over you and wiggled her eyebrows at you, a cheeky glint leaving an unease in your tummy.

“We-” she leaned into your ear, “are going to watch porn.”

You gasped and pushed her off of you, pink rising up to your cheeks. “What? Are you nuts? Why would you watch-”

“C'mon, Nari,” giggled Yuyeon, sitting up properly to let you sit up as well. Her shirt slid off her shoulder and her bra strap was showing which made you reach up to bring the shirt back to its original place. “I know you've already experienced it all but-”

This time, a horrified gasp left your mouth and you were fast to shut her up with a: “I haven't experienced those things at all!”

She frowned, pouting. “But you made out with Baekhyun and you said he touched you-”

Your head was starting to spin as you shook it so violently. “No, no, no, don't bring that up. He stopped when he found out I'm a virgin and it doesn't even matter!!”

“But Nari, he is a grown up male that knows eeeeeverything there is to know about, you know, sex, and he was hot and -”

“Yuyeon, please,” you begged, hiding your face behind your palms. You felt attacked at the memories of you and Baekhyun being all touchy. “It isn't that exciting,” you tried but you knew it was a terrible, terrible lie.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You don't have to come if you don't want to but it will be fun with all the girls. We can talk about boys and men and, I dunno, just enjoy.”

You pursed your lips, not so sure. A good rest was what you needed, NOT temptation. Let alone, you wouldn't be able to get Baekhyun out of your mind were you to watch stuff like that. When you were about to speak up, Yuyeon added:

“You know, ever since stuff happened, we didn't really go out like that anymore… I kind of miss fooling around with you and just going against the rules - although now we can't do it since we are old enough to be naughty, but despite that I just miss doing cheeky stuff with my bestie.”

It was heart-warming to see Yuyeon be honest with you. Even the fact that she mentioned Baekhyun was a step forward for neither of you mentioned him unless necessary. Yuyeon was tiptoeing around you for one year in order to give you time to get over the mess that the mentioned male did to you and then she grew accustomed to your indifference towards your surroundings. You didn't talk about it and she didn't want to pry too much, always listening to bits of your thoughts here and there.

Yuyeon didn't feel guilty for mentioning Baekhyun's name; if anything, she hoped that you got over it and wouldn't react to him too much. For her, of course, Baekhyun was still on the “hated people” side like Chul. But he was also your ex and you were talking about girl stuff. Exciting stuff. Mature stuff. Baekhyun's name had to be mentioned for he was the whole package in the past.

“I know, and I'm sorry about that,” you murmured, averting your gaze. Her knees were bent, her skin showing as her shorts had ridden up. “We should start getting back on the track, right?”

The corners of Yuyeon's lip lifted in a small, encouraging smile. “Yes. So how about starting with the porn?”

You laughed out loud, smacking her thigh loudly, making her wince. “Okay, okay, just because it's you!”

“No, it's 'cause you are super curious as well!” she said, sticking her tongue out at you. “How it's all done and stuff.” She was growing red in her face, but her blush looked  pretty and made her even more youthful. It made you grin wider and you shook your head at her and also stuck your tongue out, playing the silly one.

“You talk too much! Go finish your make-up, you're friggin ugly,” you rolled your eyes in mock and climbed off your bed, ready to change into more comfortable clothes.

When her slap landed on your butt, you abruptly turned around, glaring at her but both of you eventually giggled. Yes, this will be the best way to get your mind off stuff and hopefully have a good girls' night.

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The room 501 was crammed with girls and pink and magazines and make-up and perfumes and smartphones with instagrams open. They were all chatting excitedly while one of the girls, you presumed the person living in this room, was behind her laptop, searching the websites that already screamed porn.

Both you and Yuyeon plopped down on the bed, shimmying yourselves between two girls who immediately took you in, wanting to socialize. That part was a little painful on your side as you weren't looking for new friends; especially not the ones who kept commenting on your chest and choice of clothing.

“Isn't it hard to run for you?”

“Don't people stare a lot?”

“Has anyone touched without asking?”

“How do you buy your bras? Korea is full of A cups and B cups are already considered huge anyway!”

You sighed and ensured the very concerned girl that you were able to get the cup of your size just fine - though, only in a few shops that were designed for ladies that were more blessed. You definitely couldn't just walk into any shop of your liking.

“Okay, girls, it's about to start!” shouted one and smashed the space on her keyboard, starting the forsaken video.

Everyone went silent right away, almost waiting with bated breaths for what was about to go down. 

With a small frown, you were focusing on the small story they were trying to fool you with, immediately presenting a beautiful woman with blue eyes, of course. The man, though, wasn't a catch at all - not for you, at least. Some girls' eyes sparkled at the sight of the main male character and the way he was tanned and incredibly muscly.

“He looks like he could crash her bones,” whispered eagerly Yuyeon into your ear while not tearing her eyes away from the screen.

You hummed; the more it went on the more distrubed you started to feel. It was all incredibly bizarre and their love story was faced paced.

Founding yourself zoning out and blocking out the scenes that quickly grew heated and, well, disturbing to you, you spotted a calendar of models on the desk. It wasn't too far and you grabbed it quickly, not wanting to be in the line of vision of other girls who were literally drooling while hiding their faces behind their hands at the rated scenes.

Taking the calendar, you listed through what seemed like an endless amount of sexy pictures of firefighters in Bucheon. Just as expected, they were either shirtless or pants-less or both. Thank God they had underwear. You didn’t deny it; they were so handsome it almost seemed questionable. What were they like in real life? Were they really as passionate about their work as it said on the calendar? And, more importantly, were they really as handsome as the pictures were portraying them to be? 

You kept listing through the pages, sometimes stopping to read. When you spotted a familiar face though, you almost fainted. On it, the month of May, was none other than Baekhyun. A black leather jacket was on him, underneath he was shirtless with his dark blue ripped jeans low on his hips, red supreme underwear poking out to tease the eager eye. The way they were hugging his thighs had a strong effect on you. As he had his thumb (the one with the mole on it) causally hooked in the belt loop hole, it brought your attention to the thin, and what looked like very veiny, skin that disappeared in the underwear. He had lean muscle that wouldn’t intimidate a girl. In fact, it would affect her heavily. You noticed a few more moles on his abdomen, the ripped muscles making the skin on it exceptionally tight. Saliva collected in your mouth and you quickly swallowed, averting your gaze to the upper part of his face. His hair was styled like a rock star’s with a comma hanging over his forehead, his dark eyes glaring at the camera, charcoal black eyeliner making them seem deadly. His lips were parted ever so slightly, scarcely revealing his front teeth, and your gaze hooked on them just a little while longer than they should have. You remembered the moments he would bite them. When he would lick them. When he would smile with them; or kiss you with them. He looked stunningly hot and dangerous. You couldn’t believe you once had this man to yourself.

You had heart palpitations.

Slapping Yuyeon’s arm, you tried to get her attention. You needed to vent, otherwise you’d suffocate. Yuyeon was too preoccupied with the disturbing video playing which was why the girl sitting on your other side spoke up excitedly into your ear:

“Oh my god, that’s the captain of the police, Byun Baekhyun! My oldest brother went to the same school with him.” She stared at the picture. “He is so fucking hot.” She was basically salivating over the picture. With her words, you felt something move within you. What it was you weren’t sure, but you didn’t like it. It made your chest tighten up and your mood dampen. “There are many hot guys in that calendar but Baekhyun has his own charm. I’d go for him any minute.”

Not sparing any more time with the picture, you harshly turned over the page, revealing a mediocre looking police officer. He was very handsome, thanks to plastic surgery, but after seeing Baekhyun, all the males seemed dull and boring. Despite your wild thoughts, you muttered: “He’s okay, I guess.”

She nudged you with her elbow. “C‘mon, I can see the redness in your cheeks,” she giggled and just in that moment there was a loud moan coming from the laptop. You felt yourself burning up even more and you squirmed on the bed, warmth pooling in your belly. These feelings were so foreign to you.

“You’re friends with Oh Sehun, right?” She was adamant about talking to you. So you nodded in response. “Well, he is good friends with Baekhyun. Yeonhee, the one who lives in this room, got the calendar from him. She likes Sehun but I feel like she has secondary intentions. If she could get Baekhyun she would not hesitate to go after him,” she giggled into your ear just when another moan resembled the room.

You sighed. “Sehun is a good guy, you know?” you muttered to her and looked at her huge eyes, the way they seemed dilated. “I hope you can tell her not to toy with him.” You looked back down, now a doctor on the cover. A doctor?! “Or else she will deal with me and that won’t be nice.”

The girl went silent. Maybe you came off as rude but you didn’t have many friends; nor were you looking for more. So if someone played with someone that belonged to you, they could rest assured you wouldn’t let it slip. “Do you perhaps know Baekhyun?”

And there it went again. Silently, you cursed your luck. This man seemed to be everywhere you went and mentioned by anyone you talked to recently. You never realized just what power Baekhyun had over this city. Realizing you probably took more time to answer, you quickly shrugged your shoulders. “Just a little bit. He is quite older than us so I doubt he has interest in us, kids.” It hurt to say, but you knew it was the closest to the truth. Baekhyun made the age difference between him and you crystal clear and even used it as a barrier between the two of you. Even though he wanted you, it was a crucial reason for him to stop moving forward with you. Or more like, he wanted to take things slow. You scoffed out loud.

“Well, I guess he just hasn't met the right one. The young ones are always better than the older ones. The older guys are just too afraid to admit it,” she told you and leaned further away, most probably wanting to end the conversation. She must have noticed your defensive, indifferent position and figured she wouldn't get a juicy talk with you.

That was fine by you. Because right now your head was so full of him; you couldn’t produce a single comprehensive sentence without giving yourself away. You so wished to meet him again and talk to him. You so wished things would have gone differently between the two of you.

There were now harsh pantings in the background and you groaned inwardly. You slapped Yuyeon’s thigh to finally get her attention. At the impact, she jumped up and glared at you. “I’m leaving,” you mouthed, not wanting to wait for her reply, but she stopped you abruptly.

“Are you okay?” she whispered in your ear, but the disturbing noises were blocking out each of her words.

You only managed to nod quickly before scooting off the bed and, while ignoring the curious stares of the other girls, you quickly made your way out, desperately searching for fresh air that would hopefully help you clear your foggy mind.

Once out in the corridor, you inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the feelings in your body. How could you become so easily affected by a simple picture? It was the stupid background noise, added your brain and you rolled your eyes. You needed to let out your frustration and even though it was hard to believe, you decided you would make good use of it.

You would go running. For the first time. By yourself.

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When you reached the running track, the main headlights of the field were already turned off, throwing the space into a darkness lit up by surrounding street lamps. That was good enough, as you seeked some kind of hiding. Deciding to pour your frustrations into your challenge in jogging, you padded over to the running field, feeling the ground softer under your running shoes. There was a group of boys wrapping up a football game while a lone man, a student, was making laps, unbothered by the minimal lighting.Without paying anymore attention to your surroundings, you slowly increased your walking into a light jog, not wanting to strain yourself too much. 

Your hair was flowing behind you in a high ponytail while the remnants of winter were biting into your skin, making your cheeks and nose red. You tried to focus on your breathing, wanting to make sure you wouldn't mess it up and therefore increase your stamina but it was fruitless as your mind immediately wandered off to the picture of Baekhyun in that calendar. It effectively quickened your heartbeat and you grew warm all over your body.

After two laps though, you became quickly tired and out of breath, your lungs on fire. There was an uncomfortable, sharp feeling in your side, the pain dull but making moving difficult nonetheless. The man who had been running the whole time without stopping didn't seem to break a single sweat the whole time.

“Oh, isn't that Lee?” you heard the boys talking to each other as they finally managed to clear up the field.

“The one with the boobs?”

You were fast to roll your eyes, angry tears burning up in your eyes at their careless words. Screw them all. Instead of staying on the field, you went inside the gym next to the field to get some water and try to calm down. Even though it was cold outside, a cold drink would hopefully help quieten the small rage inside of you. People like those were the ones you despised. They didn’t know anything about you and, naturally, you didn’t know anything about them. Yet, you were constantly under their scrutiny and sexualized in more than one way.

“Idiots,” you murmured to yourself, your skin heating up at the change of temperature once you entered the small building.

As you were filling up your bottle with the cold water, you heard the jerks entering the gym as well. They were laughing and joking amongst each other, their throaty laughs reaching your sensitive ears.

Cursing under your breath, you finished filling the bottle and turned to leave, just to stand face to face with all of them. They were grouped up on you, smirking.

Without sparing them another glance, you moved to walk around them but someone grabbed your arm, yanking you backwards, your back hitting the wall next to the water filter. It took you off guard and you managed to hit your head, too, and you scrunched up your face, hissing. “You piece of shit,” you spat angrily, your rage growing more when you noticed the dude’s hungry eyes on your chest.

“You surely are feisty! We heard so much from the seniors about you,” one of them spoke up, his eyes barely visible as they were shaped like slits, thin like pupils of a cat in broad daylight. “We all know you like to go against the rules.” A round of snickers resonated the otherwise empty space and you felt your heartbeat pick up in fear.

“Okay,” was your blunt answer and you once again wanted to step aside but the same jerk grabbed your arm, bringing you back. You gritted your teeth.

“You ain’t leaving just yet, little kitten,” he murmured darkly and this time, you felt like you wouldn’t be able to escape. “We won’t do anything bad. Just give us a little show of what you’re hiding underneath that hoodie of yours.”

If someone was living in your body right now, they’d know in an instant something terrible was happening, for your legs were shaking like a jelly, becoming one with the asphalt and therefore making you unable to move. Despite that, you scoffed, stubbornly insisting on showing your confident side. Those idiots wanted a reaction from you, but you wouldn’t give in. “Then turn on some porn. Though I’m not sure you’re ready to see that either with your tiny, premature, out-of-control dicks,” you said in a levelled voice, cutting each word off to emphasize the meaning so that their small brains would understand. “You ain’t shit,” you added when you saw some dudes growing red.

“You little bitch-“

There was an unexpected shadow that swooshed past and just in that second, too many things happened at the same time; a familiar scent hitting your nose; a sound of skin slapping skin reverberated the empty space followed by a groan. “She said to leave her, so respect a lady’s wish,” a low growl reached your ears and you almost fainted when you spotted short blonde hair and a handsome profile. Even from the side you could detect he was glaring, a stern gaze bringing out his authority and dominance that would make anyone quiver and render into submission. “Just a tip for the future if you want to get your dick wet,” added mockingly Baekhyun. He was staring down the group of young students for a little longer, surprisingly none of them making a fuss, before Baekhyun looked down at you, your shocked expression making your eyes much bigger than they usually were. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t wait as he started to walk ahead, only a couple of steps later looking behind his shoulder to double check whether you were following him or not.

Your legs had a mind on their own when they moved after Baekhyun, but your heart was beating crazily fast, the unexpected presence of the only male who was able to make you speechless and make you go crazy at the same time still stunning you. Why was he there? How did he know where you were? Oh, was it because you wished to meet him again? If so, then you wished all your wishes would become true this fast.

He led you outside of the gym, the annoyed voices of the boys barely reaching you now that they were out of ear shot. Cold air hit the dried sweat on your skin, making you shiver. Baekhyun stopped abruptly when he reached the track again and turned to look at you with an unreadable gaze. His heavy breathing was condensing into small puffs, his nose a little red. The chilly air biting his cheeks made his eyes water. You couldn’t stop staring at him and at the way he looked in that moment.

“You should-“

“Thank you,” you muttered at the same time as he spoke up.

Both of you went quiet right away and awkwardness creeped into the space between the two of you. Growing red, you averted your gaze, looking at the ground and hoping your wild heart beat would calm down.

“You should have been more careful,” he finally told you quietly, ignoring your word of gratefulness. There was a slight scolding undertone in his voice. “Those jerks are little kids who think with their dicks.”

You grew even more red at his words. Baekhyun must have heard their stupid request. Your throat restricted and your heart once again started to beat loudly. “I would have been okay,” you insisted. “But thank you anyway.” You meant it. You really did. 

Baekhyun saw you averting your gaze again and he took the time to observe you. You were still too young, but he definitely noted the way your facial features matured, with each passing year turning you into more of a grown woman while leaving the teen girl behind. Your hair was long and it seemed you lost some weight in your cheeks. He couldn’t imagine how much of a hard time you were having the whole time he wasn't by your side. And then you had perverts following you around. 

He cursed mentally, hating the simplest idea of anyone imaging you in a more mature way than you let on to a plain eye. Those bastards should have been thankful he didn’t actually use fists as he so wished. Because when they asked you to undress, he swore white spots of anger were blinding him, his emotions a wild hurricane of rage and hatred. The only thing moving him forward was to protect you even though you would have hated it.

“Just be careful next time,” he added gently, his features softening.

You looked up at him upon detecting the tone of his voice. “What are you even doing here?” Just then you took notice of his outfit and you recognized it. He was the person running when you arrived. He had been here the entire time, but you were swimming in sweet obliviousness. And just like that, the picture of him in the calendar popped up in your mind, making you avert your eyes right away. Heat pinked your cheeks which Baekhyun mistook for the coldness biting your cheeks.

“I come here to run,” he told you in a somber voice. “And we also work out here with Sehun so if you think I followed you here, you’re wrong.”

“I didn’t think you followed me here,” you retorted, wanting to roll your eyes.

“Well, on the contrary, I didn’t know you run too,” he said, a hint of tease present in his voice, though he didn’t smile. Showing his relief of you communicating with him could be a strategic bad step on his side.

You sighed at the mention of running and the reason behind it. “I’m doing a race at the festival so I have to practice. I’m not enjoying it and I’m not doing it out of my own will.”

“Then why would you do it if you don’t want to do it?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Because I’m in the student council,” you replied almost in a whine. “They asked me and I couldn’t say no!” You threw your arms around, making it sound like a big deal. And for you, it was a big deal. You didn’t like how you were easily pushed around.

Baekhyun nodded, a small smile stretching his lips when he saw your comprehension. Sweet university life. “You must be very liked by everyone.”

You froze at that. That wasn’t true. How would you tell your ex the reason everyone was all over you was because you had huge tits and you were friends with Chul? “It’s not like that…”

Baekhyun nodded, noting your discomfort but deciding against questioning it. He didn’t think he was anywhere near the position to stick his nose into your business. For all he knew, he’d scare you away like that time in the bar but, frankly, he didn’t even utter a single word that night to give you a reason for your abrupt fleeing.

“So you run here often, huh,” he heard you say and then saw you shuffling your feet, the small stones of the track field rustling under them.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied almost breathily. There was an upcoming question hanging  in the air but he already forbade himself to hope.

You bit your lip harshly, bringing Baekhyun’s attention to the action. You were gnawing on it and you felt your body and mind betraying you. You were supposed to be mad at him. You despised this man standing in front of you so why was your heart beating frantically and, at his gentle tone, butterflies fluttering in your tummy? You felt warm just by his presence. He saved you. Yes, he didn’t even touch you, didn’t even take your hand like they do it in the movie. However, you witnessed the rage, the anger, the hatred, the need to fight but going against it so as not to cause problems. He cared about you, and he was still mature about it.

“Okay. Well, then, I guess I’ll see you around,” you muttered eventually, causing Baekhyun to deflate invisibly. An eager question cut through his mind: and when do you come to run here? I don’t like that you run here alone. 

“Where do you stay? I’ll take you home,” he spoke up casually.

“I live in the dorms, it’s no biggie,” you shrugged just when the group of boys flooded out of the gym, spotting you and Baekhyun. They were noisy once again and immediately took advantage of the situation when they shouted:

“If it isn’t the love birds! We thought you’d be home and fucking her by now but guess who didn’t get their dick wet now?” They laughed in unison, finding their words funny and mocking.

You pulled a disgusted face, though you reddened in embarrassment at their words, and looked up at Baekhyun who was glaring at them again. “Come, I’ll walk you to your dorms,” he muttered so that only you could hear and this time, he took a hold of your hand, his skin soft and a little dry in your sweaty palm. You were shocked at how quickly your hand clasped around his.

Cat calls reached the both of you as the boys approached you. “Woohoo, they are about to do it-“

Baekhyun was fast. Before you realized the warmth of his hand leaving yours, you heard a loud snap, his fist landing with the dude’s face. You squealed, covering your mouth in shock and just like that, Baekhyun had professionally put the lad down, having both his arms locked behind his back. It vastly made you remember when he did a similar move with your brother in his office at the police station, and chills ran down your spine.

Right. Baekhyun first arrested you, and then your brother who was still in jail until now. Baekhyun lied to you to get closer to you. Right. Right, right, right.

“Don’t ever even imagine her in your filthy mind,” Baekhyun’s voice thundered through the space. It kept growing more distant as you realized the hasty steps you were making backwards before you turned around and started speed walking out of the field and towards the dorms. Angry tears blocked out your vision and you quickly tried to rub your eyes, annoyed that you always let your tough stance sway whenever he was around. He dared to be kind to you. He dared to be soft to you. He dared to-

“Nari! Wait!”

Baekhyun was jogging towards you and your breath hitched in your throat, hearing his fast approaching steps. “Nari!”

Sooner than later he caught your wrist and wanted to stop you but you surprised him. You were now far off the field, not a single soul around. Your palm landed on his cheek and Baekhyun’s face snapped to his right side. “I hate you!” You shouted shakily, more tears spilling down your cheeks, the snot out of your nose. You were a mess. “I hate everything you put me through, Byun Baekhyun! You lied to me! Why did you lie to me?! I loved you!” You shouted again, and squeezed your eyes shut.

Baekhyun slowly turned his head back, your slap still stinging on his cheek. His eyes were wide but he knew exactly what was happening. “C’mon. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Hit me again,” he encouraged in a low tone that made you frustrated even more.

You were breathing raggedly and pushed him in the chest, making him stumble backwards. He could have easily fought you, he could easily stand still, not budging under you, but he let you. He knew you needed this to finally let go of your suppressed feelings and, hopefully, of the heavy past he made you go through. “You fucking liar! You fooled me, played with me, made me dream of something beautiful just for you to crash it! You ruined my family! I hate you! I hate you so much! You make me go crazy with hatred!!!”

Another strong push. He was surprised at how strong you actually were; when emotions spoke, people could be either extremely vulnerable or extremely strong. You seemed to be the opposite, for speaking up about your emotions made you scarily strong. “I hate that you made an idiot out of me! You fooled me and I trusted you the whole time! You locked up my brother! You did it in front of my eyes!! As if I didn’t matter shit to you! You were so fast to let me go when you thought I’m the criminal! That was all my worth to you!” you hiccuped, more cries taking over you as the painful memories kept swimming in front of your eyes, making you relive the emotions, the scenes. Those memories were blinding you and Baekhyun just let you open the Pandora box. You were breaking down.

It hit you too, that you never talked about your feelings. You couldn’t talk for a long while after being in shock at the events, and then you became one with ignorance towards your own emotions.

You took a deep breath and pushed him again just for you to lose your strength that was fueled by deep anger. Baekhyun couldn’t even pretend to step back. Your palms were still, pressing against his sturdy chest but you couldn’t make him move anymore. You were crying now, your voice shaking and your eyes still squeezed shut. “What did I do to deserve this… when all I did was love you honestly, purely,” you wailed, your voice sounding almost like a wolf’s howl in the empty streets of the campus. “I was just seventeen…”

Baekhyun was quiet the whole time, emotions of guilt eating him away just like they had been for the past year. His own heart was in pain and he knew how hurt you were but seeing you like this made his heart split into two. You were a complete, utter mess.

You didn’t know how much time passed without any of you speaking. The only thing you grew to realize was that you were in a tight embrace, the arms of your ex-lover protectively around you as his palm was drawing soothing circles into your back. His breathing seemed much more steady compared to yours, his scent filling your senses with comfort and familiarity you had been looking for ever since you met him a year ago. Your nose was on fire from crying, skin harshly clashing with the cold night air, but Baekhyun's presence made everything seem bearable. Even if it was just for a few minutes that you could pretend all was okay.

Squirming a bit, you moved away from him and he was fast to drop his arms, not wanting to upset you more. Your hand came up to wipe the tears and snot away, not caring you probably looked very un-ladylike in front of your eternal crush. “Leave.” You told him and turned around, heading towards the direction of your dorms. Your head was pounding, making you groan gently at the discomfort.

“Nari, wait,” he tried, making a step after you with a reached out hand but you turned your head as you walked, dismissing him with a single glance.

“I don’t want to listen right now.”

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A/N: sorry it took me a while to update. I hope some people were waiting and looking forward to this chapter even though it took me time ❤️ let me know your thoughts please? ^^

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*same warnings as the last part apply. this fic is whump so it contains angst, swearing and blood. lots and lots of blood*

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Part Two

This was a game to them.

This was a fucking game.

Jay threw the paper down on the floor, the angelic way it slipped through the air only annoyed him further and he slid his way back up the wall.

He had to get out.

In the corner of his eye he watched the door as he bent down, stepping through his arms and began smashing his hands into the back of his thighs, something he had been taught in the academy to get out of zip-ties and after the third time of doing it the ties snapped, freeing his hands.

He dropped the broken tie on the floor and went over to the closed-off window again, starting to shimmy the bars in the hopes of one of them coming loose. When that doesn't work he takes the side of his fist, throwing it into the metal. The pain that shoots through his arm is enough to make him light-headed if he wasn't already.

There's an audible recognition of the pain that leaves him as he hits his hand against the metal bars and he sucks in a quick breath before doing it again, the discomfort only getting worse with every hit.

The damn thing just wasn't moving.

He looked around the room frantically, praying he had been given another different object to use to try and break the bars, but it was so dark he could barely see anything, put that together with the fact his head was spinning and was blurring his vision and he could barely see shit.

The next best object was the chair he had been left alone with so he took it. He'd take a plunger if there was some use for it, he had to get out of this enclosed concrete hell, he had to get to Hailey.

As fast as he could he went over to the chair, wincing slightly when he picked the object into his grasp at the pain shooting through his arm, taking it back over to the shallow hole in the wall.

He lifted the chair into the air, taking it back to give it the most about of speed as possible, the loud ear-piercing clash coming from the chair as the metal leg hit the metal bar covering the window. That sounded good, it sounded as though it had done something. Momentarily he put the chair down, trying the bar to see if it moved.

It wasn't huge, but there was something. It was more of a shift, a wiggle, than a move, but it budged. he picked the chair up again, choosing to ignore the grunt of pain that unconsciously escaped his lips, and smashed it against the same bar, hearing the same noise echo through the room. He doesn't put the chair down this time and just transfers it over to the hand that didn't hurt as much, using the pained one to check the window. Even in the minimal light could he see the fact that the one bar had snapped and bent, leaving behind a jagged point behind at the bottom.

He slowly puts the chair down and goes to rip the remains of the bar from the window frame but catches movement in the corner of his eye, and the extra light pouring in through the now open door. Without turning to face them so they didn't know they had been spotted, Jay puts his hand out, managing to grab the offender before they could grab him.

This offender was the same as before, mask still slid over their face.

Jay pushed the guy across his side and into the window, into the frame and from the sudden loud growl coming from the man Jay gathers he had impaled the guy on the point sticking out of the metal in the sill, and he can't help the smirk come across his face.

"You're gonna need a tetanus for that one." He mutters smugly, lifting his knee and ramming it into the offender's side.

He seems to have the upper hand this time around, getting the offender to the floor and keeping him down there until he catches a second figure appearing in the doorway. He quickly turns to look at them and goes to pounce forward to them, being met halfway across the room and greeted with an uppercut to his chin, knocking him backwards a few steps.

In the second it takes him to regain his footing the first offender had clambered back onto his feet and was now also standing in front of him. Before he could blink he had both offenders on him, them dishing out punches one after the other, taking turns to do it until he hit the floor again.

For good measure the second offender brings his fist up and lands it on his face for the dozenth time, Jay now being able to feel the blood dribbling out of the sides of his mouth and dripping from the split lip.

He could feel the bruises already beginning to set in, littered around his torso, neck and face from the kicks, punches, and the multiple times one of them picked him up and slammed him back down. On multiple attempts did Jay try to stand, try to fight back, but every time just ended in another beat down, another painful hit to his cheek or heel to his ribs, bringing more blood to run down beside his ear and down his neck or leave his coughing for air.

Eventually the two offenders seemed to fade away, out of breath from their newest wave of blows and Jay closed his eyes, praying they would think they knocked him out again and that they would leave him alone, and for a moment Jay thinks his trick works but the illusion doesn't last long when another painful kick hits his ribs and there's a groan and then a cough as he tries to get his wind back.

Another beat goes by before Jay can just about hear a whisper from beside his ear, the voice of one of the offenders. "That's attempt two," the man spits, the slight grimace on his face clear in his voice telling Jay this was the first offender talking to him. "I'd hurry up if I were you, you're running out of time." he adds with a chuckle and then everything goes quiet again, the sound of the heavy-weighted door slamming shut on their exit banging through the room, and then silence again.

The lack of noise lulls Jay into unconsciousness again, everything shutting down for a much needed moment of relief of the pain throbbing and stinging and aching throughout his entire body.

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When he finally opened his eyes again he found himself still lying in the same place it had been when he slipped out of it. He tried moving but was only met with pain shooting through every aspect, each bruise hurting more and more as you travelled down his torso, his ribs having taken the brunt of the damage.

All Jay wanted to do was curl up on to his side and hope the unit miraculously found where he was before the offenders killed him, or worse Hailey, he just didn't have it in him to stand for more than a few seconds, to breathe normally for two breaths in a row, but he had to get up, he had to find a way out of this game the offenders had started.

He slowly but surely got up to his knees, his feet unsteady underneath him and that causes him to lose his balance before he could straighten out, making him fall backwards and into the wall, his back colliding with the concrete, a scream erupting from his lungs as he feels the bruised, most likely broken, ribs thwack against the solid wall.

His breath become staggered as he tries to get through the initial peak of pain, the noises coming out as wheezes by now.

Despite the shooting pain he felt in his chest as he did it, Jay used the wall as support as he stood himself up, and that's when he got a good look around the room, finding that the chair was gone.

Fuck.

He'd have to do without it.

Slowly he stepped away from the wall, finding it hard to keep up straight without that backboard for a second but the uneasiness and dizziness doesn't stop him, so he stumbles back to the window and starts pulling at the bar that was still half hanging off.

Each movement of his arm sent a grunt into the room, some pained and some frustrated when the second hold of the bar wouldn't snap.

This was all he needed. He needed the pole, he needed the jagged edges. He needed Hailey. They had only gone to get coffee before shift and then it all went to shit. He needed to make sure she wasn't hurt.

Chances were they were bluffing on the end consequence of this game, that they were bluffing about killing a cop, but at the same time he had seen it happen, it wouldn't have been the first time, which is why he has to try and win this dumb thing before it was too late - if this really was the path to winning.

He gives another fierce tug to the metal and it bends toward him, weakening the overall hold and a weak smile appears on his face. Weak was all he could manage. That worked. He started pulling the metal to-and-fro, loosening the metal and he could feel it get easier with every tug, it eventually snapping and coming into his hand.

Now he had the pole the next part of his plan could begin to start - not that he even had one. He had to draw them back in, ambush them. So he stumbled over to the door, finding himself slightly hobbled to one side after most of his torso hits had been directed at one side of him.

He stops in front of the door, deciding it was best not to drop the metal pole and to risk it hitting the door than risk not being able to grab it back in time for when the offender's come back into the room. He then sucks in the pain he felt shooting up and down his arms as he started  banging on the door, trying to shout and grab their attention but the words come out as not more than a whisper.

It only takes a second before he can just about hear footsteps on the other side of the door so he steps out of the way, hiding behind the blind spot beside the frame and waited there. Sure enough the door swung open and one offender, the second one, came rushing in, looking around the dark room for him.

Jay comes out from the side, swinging the pole through the air and striking the offender with it, knocking the side of his head with enough force to render him unsteady for a beat, but in turn Jay can't keep up with the sudden intensity of the offender's retaliation, quickly falling under the fists again.

It doesn't last nearly as long, taking a few strong blows to the side of his head and ribs again and then it stills for a beat. Jay doesn't dare to move as he hears the offender lean over his figure lying on the concrete and grabbing the pole he had previously been holding.

Then he feels a stab in his abdomen, a stab of one of the jagged points from one end of the pole digging in and cutting through his shirt, cutting through the skin. The pain exceeds the maximum tolerance and he can't even manage a noise to show the offender how much pain they had inflicted on him. The pole then gets pulled out of his skin and he can feel the blood already leaving the wound, soaking a large stain across the front of his shirt.

He's stunned still from the pain, a quiet groan is all he can manage and he barely notices the hot breath of the offender leaning on top of him again.

The words leave his mouth through tightly gritted teeth. "You pushed it, little man. New game, you're out of tries, too bad," he says and Jay can hear the grin on his face. There's a second of silence and then the same voice comes back again, this time a lot closer and the offender is basically hovering over his ear. "Bang." He whispers but it still makes Jay jump.

And then as if on cue, as if it had been waiting for that word to be muttered, there's the sound of a gunshot that rings throughout the building, coming from the opposite side, stilling everything in his body once again.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Make It Through The Night (Part 5)

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Summary: The reader and Dean address their feelings for one another and finally put their plan for Sam in action...

Masterlist

Pairing: Apocalypse!Dean x reader

Square: Kisses

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, violence, implied smut (touching), angst, fluffy ending

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo​​

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“Morning, sleepyhead,” said Dean as you stirred awake. You blinked open your eyes, Dean on the other side of the bed with a blanket over himself. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah,” you said, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Much warmer.”

“Why don’t you go clean up some and I’ll find some clothes for you to change into and see what Benny left us for breakfast,” he said with a smile. He kissed your forehead and got out of bed, stilling when you sat up.

“Dean. Sam told me something about…” you trailed off. “Us. Both of us.”

“We’ll talk about it at breakfast,” he said, starting to move again when you sat up on your knees and caught his arm.

“We both know how much last night could have been a trap,” you said. He didn’t look at you but didn’t pull away either. “Why did you take a risk like that?”

“I hope if I went missing you’d come looking for me,” he said, moving his hand to yours.

“Of course I would,” you said.

“It’s that simple,” he said quietly.

“I don’t think it is. You seemed pretty upset last night,” you said.

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth,” you said. “Please.”

He dropped his head and sat back on the edge of the bed, his back to you. You scooted over beside him, his fingers lacing together with your own.

“I like you,” he said, a tiny smile appearing on his face. “I like you a lot, Y/N. You find the good in the world still. You’re who I wish I could be. Someone who’s been through shit but is still whole and still good and not some broken down piece of crap. I don’t want to kill my brother. I can’t kill him. I just can’t. You reminded me that maybe right now he’s a monster, a terrible monster, but he’s still my brother. I have to try and save him. If I give up on that, he already won. You did that and it was so easy to listen to you too. I don’t want you to go away.”

“Sam said we’re soulmates,” you said as you looked at him. He turned towards you, his face blank. “It’s why he wanted me, why those demons knew my name. He wanted to use me to break you.”

“We’re soulmates. I wasn’t expecting that,” he said, brushing his thumb over your the back of your hand. 

“You like me,” you said.

“Mhm.”

“I like you too,” you said. 

“Because I saved you?” he asked.

“Because you took care of me and reminded me that there are still good people out there too,” you said. “I like you.”

“Good. So we like each other and we’re soulmates. Good,” said Dean, nodding his head.

“I’m going to get washed up,” you said as you stood up, pulling on his hand. He stared for a moment before he got to his feet.

“Do you...want help with that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Unless you don’t-”

“No, I want to. There’s been enough dancing around this in my opinion,” he said. You walked slowly to the bathroom, Dean right by your side. He was quiet as he flipped on the light and you wandered in front of the mirror. Your eyes went a bit wide and he shut the door. “I forgot. You haven’t looked in a mirror yet.”

“I’m filthy,” you said, looking down at yourself, putting a hand on your arm, taking off the bandage. Your cut was gone and you stared at Dean. “What was that stuff Benny gave me?”

“It’s called grace. It comes from an angel,” said Dean, gathering up some towels from the closet. “Angels have the ability to heal. Their grace can help us recover. Benny chose to give you his.”

“How long was I gone?” you asked.

“About two and half days,” he said, stepping in front of you. “Is it warm enough in here for you?”

“Yes. I’m warm, Dean,” you smiled, starting to unbutton the flannel you wore. You slowed down as you got down farther, Dean putting his hands over yours and undoing the rest. “Your shirt’s toasty.”

“You can keep it,” he said as he finished. He pulled off his scarves and dropped them to the floor as you pushed the flannel off your shoulders. You reached behind yourself as he tugged off his shirt. You’d seen him without a shirt on before. Multiple times in fact. Never had you actually stopped and looked at him. 

He smiled and undid his belt, pushing his jeans off and taking off his socks, standing up straight and looking you over. You turned around and undid your bra clasp, shimmying out of your underwear when you swore you heard him gasp quietly. Once under the shower head, you heard him join you, Dean resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Can I?” he asked. You nodded and he reached for the soap, squirting a good amount in his hands before he put his hands on your arms and slowly slid down them.

He was unbelievably gently as he worked on scrubbing your skin clean. You worked on your hair as he lathered you up, slowly resting his hands on your hips. You put your hands over his own and moved them up your torso over your chest, large hands cupping your breasts. He was soft, not even teasing, but soft. He didn’t hesitate with cleaning your bottom half as you washed out the shampoo, getting some conditioner in it. He stood after a few moments, even making sure your feet were clean.

“Close your eyes for me, sweetheart,” he said. With a hum you nodded, another cap opening and soon Dean was rubbing something over your face and neck. It smelled clean and felt smooth, the gunk wiped away and something grittier being put over it. It was an exfoliator and you smirked.

“Are you doing a step by step skin care routine, Dean?” you teased.

“You deserve to feel nice,” he said. He cleaned off your face after a moment, your eyes peeling open. “You look better.”

“Thanks,” you said. You leaned up and kissed him, Dean wrapping his arm around your back. His lips were softer than you imagined they’d be, his beard too, some heavy weight disappearing from him for a few seconds. 

He backed you up against the shower wall and you felt his cock against your leg, Dean taking charge of the kiss now, breaking off and putting more force behind it. You opened your mouth wider, Dean dipping inside, mapping out the space slowly at first but turning it more heated. You slipped a hand behind you to turn up the water temp.

Instead, it went the wrong way and went cold, your eyes flashing open.

“Hey, hey,” said Dean against your cheek, quickly turning it warm again as he held you when you shook. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“No cold water,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“No cold water,” he said, moving you under the shower head to heat up again.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled as he rubbed your arms. “We were-”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. We got time,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, giving him a big hug. “Thanks, Dean.”

“For what?”

“Saving me.”

“I save you, you save me. How’s that sound?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you said. He kissed your forehead and took a deep breath. “Can I wash you up now?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

One Month Later

“Y/N,” said Sam, grabbing you by the the throat and slamming you against the nearest wall in the bunker. You scrambled for your gun but he pulled it out of the holster and tossed it aside, inching you off the ground. You tried to catch a breath but he only smiled. “How’s the genius plan of catching me going? It’s quite obvious what you’re up to. Pity. If you had a darker side, you could have been useful to me in a different way. Now, you’re only good for one thing.”

He released you and you slid down the wall, coughing as he yanked you to your feet.

“Sammy stop!” shouted Dean as he entered the war room. Sam gripped your neck again and pulled you back against his chest, not giving you an inch of wiggle room.

“I don’t think so. You’re starting to annoy me Dean. You and your little friends,” said Sam. He squeezed harder and you couldn’t breathe, gasping as you looked at Dean. 

“Sammy, it’s the blood. Let me help you,” said Dean.

“Oh, there’s nothing that needs to be helped, Dean. I’m perfect. I’ve never been better,” said Sam. You saw Dean stare at him, his eyes pleading and you took that as your cue. You clenched your fists and all of a sudden you were in the safe room with Sam, his grip on you gone.

You sprinted for the door, almost getting past the devil’s trap when his hand grabbed the back of your vest.

“Uh uh,” said Sam, tossing you back inside. You swallowed and scrambled to get out of the circle, finding a small space in the corner he couldn’t reach you. Sam narrowed his eyes and you backed up as far as you could, Sam smiling at you. “Can’t stay there forever.”

“Don’t need forever,” said Dean in the doorway. You saw him shoot and Sam went down, giving you enough time to clear the doorway before Sam had reached up to his neck and pulled out the dart. “There’s supplies in here for when you start having human needs again. You will be staying in-”

Sam’s eyes went black as he stared at Dean, tilting his head and Dean made his jaw hard.

“I will snap your neck soon, big brother,” said Sam. 

“Get used to this room. You’re staying her for the indefinite future, Sammy.”

“Ow,” said Benny as you stitched up the cut over his eye an hour later. “Careful, cher. Donna likes this face.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Benny,” you said, tying off the last of it. “All set. Too bad you’re still ugly.”

“I could say the same about you,” he said, smirking as Dean came in the kitchen. “How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s pissed, as expected. We lost Jim and Julia,” said Dean, leaning against the door frame, poking his finger against it. 

“They knew what they signed up for. It could have been a lot worse,” said Benny.

“We’re on lockdown until Sam’s detoxed. His demon’s are loyal. They’ll try to get him out. We’re not even close to being out of the woods,” said Dean as he shut his eyes. “I’m going to work on cleanup. Garth’s watching Sam. Come find me if you need something,” he said as he left.

“Dean’s not okay,” you said, wiping off Benny’s face for the last time.

“Sam did try to kill him. It’s been a hard day,” he said. “Go be with him. I got the rest of this.”

“You sure?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure,” he said. You nodded and left the room, finding Dean staring down at a dead demon in the hall.

“Want some help?” you asked.

“You should rest up,” he said as you stopped next to him. He touched a gentle hand to your neck. “Your voice sounds like it hurts.”

“A little. I’ll survive. How about you?” you asked. You wrapped your hand around his and he sighed.

“You saw him. I don’t know if there’s anything left in there,” he said quietly. “This is Sam. Even if we get him back to normal, he has to live with everything he’s done. I don’t know if he can or even wants to.”

“We’ll help him,” you said. “We’re not the monsters after all.”

He half-smiled, giving you a small nod. You gave him a hug, Dean returning it. 

“It’s gonna take a while. Let’s just ride it out. Sam’s going to need us when he gets through the other side of this thing.”

One Month Later

“Sammy,” said Dean, opening the door to the safe room. Sam was lying on his cot staring at the ceiling. “How you feeling today?”

“Go away, Dean,” he said, turning his back to him.

“We know you’re clean. We let you stay in here longer than you needed to,” said Dean.

“I should stay in here forever,” he mumbled.

“Hey, Sam,” you said, stepping inside the room. You walked around the cot, giving him a smile. He shut his eyes and moved his pillow over his face. “You still won’t talk to me, huh.”

“I tortured you,” he said. “So no, not in the mood to talk.”

“Sammy,” said Dean as he walked in. “Sam. Look at me please.”

Sam shook his head under the pillow and Dean squeezed his eyes shut.

“Well the door is staying open from now on,” he said. “You can go anywhere you want.”

“Go. Away.”

Dean sighed and left. You didn’t blame him. Once Sam had gotten everything out of his system, he was quiet and barely spoke. Dean had tried talking to him, tried just sitting there with him but Sam wanted to be punished and if no one did it to him, he was going to do it to himself.

“Sam,” you said, sitting on the edge of the cot. “Dean’s gone so it’s just us. Honestly, what do you need right now?”

“I don’t deserve to be here,” he said. “Or maybe I do. I made Hell on earth. I deserve to go to Hell.”

“I asked what you need, Sam.”

“I need to be left alone and live in this room for the rest of my life, that’s what I need,” he said, shoving his pillow aside as he sat up. “Go away.”

“No,” you said as you shook your head. “You tortured me. I get what I want for that. Now answer the question. What do you need?”

He closed his eyes and dropped his head, his shoulders shaking. You moved closer and gave him a hug, Sam trying to pull away but he gave in and let his head drop on your shoulder.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I forgive you. Dean forgives you.”

“You shouldn’t,” breathed out Sam.

“Come on, Sam. What do you need?” you asked. He was quiet but hung onto you for a few minutes, swallowing a few times.

“Can you make me forget?” he asked. You leaned back and he lifted his head, his eyes red. “Can you make me forget the last year and a half? I can’t remember this. I need to not know that I caused all of this, that I killed people I care about. Dean won’t let me give up. I know he won’t. So that’s the next best thing, right? Make me forget it all? Hell, make me forget everything. Please.”

“No,” said Dean, turning back into the room from where he was hiding outside. “No, Sammy, you can’t forget.”

“Please,” he said. “Please.”

“I said no. I fucked up too. We both have to live with what we did or didn’t do. I wasn’t there for you and this is what happened. You caused the world to be the way it is. We both did. We don’t get off the hook for that. We fix it. So you take a few more days and get yourself together because you and I have work to do. You don’t get to get out of it by forgetting who you are. We don’t pick the easy road. We pick the right one and the only reason you are even alive is because I didn’t pick the easy one. You can show me the same courtesy.”

Sam nodded and shut his eyes, Dean walking inside and pulling him to his feet.

“Take a shower and eat something that isn’t an MRE for once,” said Dean.

“What if-”

“Sammy,” said Dean, cupping his brother’s cheeks. He gave him a gentle smile and Sam sniffled. “Sammy, we’ll fix it. It won’t happen overnight but we will.”

“I have an idea,” he said, glancing at you. “But odds are it doesn’t work and you’ll never meet Y/N.”

“I’ll find him,” you said as you walked over, Dean taking your hand. “We’re supposed to be together. It’ll happen. What’s this idea of yours, Sam?”

You gasped as you blinked your eyes, standing in the dungeon. You shook your head. Sam had an idea and you knew he told you about it but you just couldn’t remember. A spell? Maybe that’s what he wanted to try?

You wandered out to the library, catching Dean and Sam standing in there.

“What just happened?” asked Dean. Sam looked around and found a computer, tying on it for a second before he smiled. Dean moved around behind him and he cocked his head. “That’s the news. From today.”

“Time spell,” said Sam. “It never happened, the apocalypse.”

“How’d it never happen then?” asked Dean.

“I talked to the other Sam and Dean and I found the other Y/N, which is basically all of us from about a year ago and basically told them the truth of what would happen if they didn’t listen to me,” said Sam.

“So why are we still around?” you asked.

“There are two separate timelines now, aren’t there,” said Dean as Sam nodded. “One where it never happened with other versions of us and this one, where it also never happened but we’re still us. The question is why we’re still here. We should have disappeared along with everyone else.”

“You don’t deserve to be erased from existence,” said Sam. “It was dark magic but it got the job done.”

“What do you mean dark magic?” asked Dean as Sam grabbed his torso and knelt over. “Sammy.”

“I fixed it. We fixed it,” he said. “It’s okay. It was worth it.”

“What is going on-” said a voice you didn’t recognize.

“Cas,” said Dean with a smile. “Sammy’s hurt.”

“Move,” said the man in the trench coat. You stared at Dean as he put a hand on Sam. Sam shot up like a bullet, gasping a few times before he shut his eyes. 

“Thanks, Cas,” said Sam. 

“Angel,” you said, Cas nodding.

“Would someone care to explain what is going on?”

“Sam looked like he was doing better,” you said when you got to your room that night. “Castiel is going to keep an eye on him.”

“He fixed it but he’ll still have to live with it. We all do,” he said as you joined him in bed. “Y/N, your family is alive now. I’m sure they’re worried sick.”

“Not going anywhere,” you said.

“I love you,” he said, his lips in a gentle smile.

“I love you.”

He rolled over and kissed you, letting out a deep breath.

“I’m pretty sure this is the best night of sleep we’ll both be having in over a year,” he said.

“Agreed,” you said.

“I was thinking of shaving the beard in the…” he trailed off as you leaned up. “Or I can keep the beard.”

“I like the beard,” you said, smiling as you snuggled him.

“Alright. I’ll keep it for now,” he said, turning of the lamp. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Yeah, Dean?”

“Thank you for giving me my brother back, sweetheart.”

“We all did it together. I’m even gonna miss Benny,” you said.

“I ain’t dead,” said Benny, suddenly standing in the doorframe. “Geez. I was in the bunker too when Sam did his thing. Making me feel like-”

“Good,” you said as you got out of bed and gave him a hug.

“Aw, you got a soft spot for me, cher?” he teased.

“You did it first,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go check on our boy before hitting the hay,” he said.

“Hey, Ben. You still human, right?” asked Dean.

“Still human,” he said as you released him and waved before he took off.

“I’m glad you two became friends in the end,” said Dean as you got back in bed.

“Me too. I’m glad Cas is alive again and Sam’s gonna be okay,” you said. “What about you though. You okay?”

“Yeah. For the first time in a long time, I’m okay again.”

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[kieraelieson]

Janus’s Birthday

Commission for @borrowedblue as a present for @infinimay

It was Janus’s birthday, and Remus could hardly contain himself! He was going to make Janus the very best birthday!!

He had several fun games planned, and even written out and everything! And he’d been just about to show the list to Janus when Thomas had summoned him.

Remus crossed his arms and pouted for a long minute, waiting on Janus to come back. And when he didn’t, he popped up in the real world, hidden beneath the couch.

“I’ll just need your help for a few hours,” Thomas was saying.

Remus plopped down on the floor, rather annoyed to hear them setting plans for he-didn’t-care-what.

Eventually he went back to the mindscape, folding up his list and tucking it inside his shirt. It wasn’t fair. It’d been hard to write big enough for Janus to read! And now it was wasted.

Well, he wasn’t letting his plans get ruined so easily. He was an evil mastermind! He wouldn’t let his plots be foiled!

He paced back and forth, ideas spilling from his brain into half-real phantoms, swirling around him waiting to be picked.

He had to choose something that didn’t take Janus’s time. A gift then, not an activity. Or gifts! No one said he was limited to one!

He thought carefully, and finally the memory blasted into his brain, shattering it into a million pieces. He scooped them back up and plopped them back into his head, fitting the top back on. And then he remembered normally. He’d drunk the rest of Janus’s snake oil a week ago. He could get him more!

He squished himself underneath Janus’s door to find the empty bottle. He clambered up to the top of his dresser where he kept his beauty things, leaving a slimy green trail. He had to look around for a bit before he remembered that he had the bag of slime in his back pocket, and he’d sat on it under the couch, breaking the bag. Well, Janus wouldn’t mind too much. It wasn’t the worst thing Remus had spilled in his room.

He looked around the dresser for the bottle, and saw a glass dome. He recognized it immediately as Roman’s handiwork, since it looked just like the one from Beauty and the Beast. And inside was a chocolate cupcake, decorated with gold frosting that glittered and with a single candle, burning already, but never burning out, probably thanks to the dome.

And that really was not fair! Roman’s present didn’t get ruined! Well he was going to do one better. He was going to make Janus a whole cake!

Remus got down, snake oil entirely forgotten, and ran to the kitchen.

Roman’s cupcake was almost certainly conjured, so Remus was going to make his cake from scratch!

He got up onto the counter and started conjuring ingredients small enough that he could use them. He tried to think of how big he wanted the cake to be. Definitely Janus-sized. He wanted it big enough that Janus couldn’t eat it all at once.

He looked in the cabinet, and found a cake pan. Or at least it was probably a cake pan. He set it on the counter and quickly realized that he would not be able to lift it when it was full.

So he conjured The Terror of the Seas! She was a giant man-eating squid, and one of his favorite creations! Usually she lived in the ocean of the imagination, but when he needed big help and Janus wasn’t around she was always happy to help him. The kitchen was too small for her, but her tentacles reached inside.

“Hey, Terror, wanna help me make a cake?”

Terror let out a crooning warble, which meant yes.

Remus grinned and petted the end of one tentacle before conjuring a big enough bowl and spoon.

“Ok, you just stir while I add things.”

It took thirty-seven him-sized bags of flour, and 23 bags of sugar, the eggs he just tried to use normal-sized, with quite a bit of help from Terror. And he needed to pick a flavor, which he thought about carefully while unwrapping all the tiny sticks of melty butter. He could go with chocolate, but Roman had already done that.

Oh. Oh! If he did it red velvet it would be chocolate and look like blood when it was cut into!

With that decided, he added chocolate and then gleefully poured bottle after bottle of red food coloring in until it was a perfect blood-color.

Terror helped pour it into the pan and put the pan in the oven. Remus happily pulled out another bowl. It was frosting time! The color was obvious. He was doing it green. Or black. Or both! Both was obviously the better idea.

First load after load of sugar, and then a bit more butter, and then mix. Terror was incredibly helpful with mixing. Then Remus put part of it into a different bowl, squirting green into it until it was just as perfect as he was.

The other bowl was black. As black as Janus’s cape, and Remus’s heart. He really had checked once to be sure his heart was black, and it was! Which made it easy to get the right color.

And then the cake was done! It was supposed to cool before frosting it, but Remus didn’t have that kind of time. A quick wave of his hand and the cake was perfectly ready.

Terror has to help a bit with frosting, but then he sent away. Decorating was all his!

The first thing to do was to put his Morningstar on it, of course. But that just didn’t look quite right. Remus stared at it for a long minute trying to figure out what it was.

Oh! It wasn’t edible! And there wasn’t nearly enough either. He picked it up and broke the handle off, and then tapped it, which made it into a candy. Then he just had to make more!

He set them all at the base of the cake, lining them up neatly, since it was for Janus, and Janus liked things neat.

Now what should be next? Again, it took barely any effort to realize that the obvious next step was eyeballs. He did make them candy too, though that made him more sad than making the Morningstar into candy. Eyeballs were already so perfect!

Some marshmallow fondant made into swirls was very nice to put on top, but it still needed a few finishing touches. A can of deodorant, a banana peel. Remus frowned. Something was still missing.

His eyes lit up as he realized. He grew two big tentacles to lift him up and set him on top of the cake without messing anything up. Now. Now it was perfect.

He snapped his fingers to clean up the cooking mess, and then again to replace the fishy smell Terror had left behind with whatever smell it was Janus used as cologne.

Remus surveyed everything. It was perfect. He just had to wait for Janus to get back.

And he didn’t even have to wait long! Just a minute later Janus entered the kitchen, looking a bit tired, and stopped as soon as he saw Remus.

Remus stuck out his tongue in a smile at Janus’s shocked expression. “Happy birthday!”

••^*^••

Part Two

••^*^••

Remus grinned as Janus’s shock morphed into happiness.

“What do you think?” He asked, spreading his arms wide to gesture to the cake.

Instead of answering, Janus picked Remus up, hugging him close. “I absolutely despise it. Thank you.”

“Aww, you’re a softie,” Remus teased. “And you also have frosting on you.”

Janus held him out at arms length, snapping to remove the frosting from the both of them.

Remus climbed up his arm to sit on his shoulder. “So what did Tomathy want?”

Janus pulled out two plates and forks, and got out a knife to carefully cut the cake.

“He had a surprise party to help with. He had to coordinate everything and call all the people involved. This particular party is more complicated than the usual, as some people were able to know some details, and had to know other details, but certain details needed to be kept from them. And these details shifted from person to person, making it quite a complicated web.”

“And not the kind of web Virgey likes,” Remus said. “So what was the best part? I want all the juicy stuff!”

Janus smirked, cutting into the cake carefully so that each piece had a swirl of marshmallow fondant.

“Of course, the most entertaining was getting the person who the party was for to come to the location without telling them why.”

He put the pieces on the plates.

“The first idea was to propose that it was merely for them to hang out with Thomas, but then came the difficulty of getting them to the correct house. So then I suggested that, as the owner of the house where the party will be hosted has a dog, that Thomas should claim to be dog sitting. Of course, then they were concerned that they would not be welcome in a house with the owner gone, which needed a lot of convincing to overcome. Finally I insisted that the owner would be back before they would need to leave, and that she would be interested in hanging out as well. That Thomas had left that detail out as it was uncertain how long she would be there, as her previous engagement had a variable time.”

Remus nodded in interest.

Janus set the plates down on the table, laying his hand next to one so that Remus could slide down to the table.

Then he sat down, and Remus wiggled happily, waiting for him to take that first bite.

“Just to confirm, this is all edible, yes?”

Remus crossed his arms, over exaggerating a pout. “Of course it’s all edible!”

Janus smiled in that way he did when he thought Remus was being cute, picking a forkful with an eyeball on it to eat first. His eyes closed with pleasure as he ate it, and Remus shimmied in a happy dance before digging into his own piece. It really was tasty. Would’ve been better if the eyeballs were real, maybe a little slime in the middle. But Janus seemed to like it quite a lot, and that made it perfect.

“What’s that?” Janus asked, and Remus looked down to see his list poking out of his shirt.

“Oh! That was my first idea.” Remus said, pulling it out.

“Can I see?”

Remus handed it over and continued eating cake.

“You were going to dance with me?”

Remus shrugged. “That one would only work if we got the shrink ray, but there isn’t enough time anymore before your birthday’s over.”

Janus got a weird look on his face, and then it smoothed into something perfectly serious. “Well, you know, my birth happened to span the midnight hours, so to be fair, my birthday ought to span two days.”

Remus jumped up, eyes sparkling. “So we can still do the list?!”

Janus suddenly smiled, and it was his genuine, excited smile. “There’s absolutely no way we could do that.”

Remus jumped up and down in little hops. “Eat your cake! Let’s go!”

Janus even ate quickly, instead of neatly, finishing off the piece quickly. He covered the rest of the cake and put it in the fridge.

“Let’s go.”

••^*^••

Remus had worked hard on that list, trying to think of things that Janus would genuinely like.

And this first one seemed perfect.

They were in a bathtub as large as an ocean, Janus reclining against the side, fully clothed, as both he and Virgil were wont to do. Remus had made himself quite a few more tentacles, and was terrorizing the little ships, occasionally helped by a splash from Janus.

The bubbles though Remus was most proud of. He’d used Janus’s shampoo as the base for the bubbles, and then made them semi-sentient so that they would climb up onto anyone’s head and face to make giant crazy hair and beards.

Janus’s hissy giggle when he caught sight of himself in the mirror was exactly the prize Remus was hoping for.

And then on to the next thing!

As soon as they were dry they were suddenly in a lab, and scientists were tearing Remus away as he screamed bloody murder. In order to rescue him, Janus had to convince the scientists that Remus was actually human sized, and had just been hit with their shrink ray.

Remus watched in awe as Janus talked circles around the scientists, until they thought that they were the small ones, somehow made bigger when they weren’t supposed to be.

The grin Janus flashed Remus when he was handed the shrink ray was absolutely blinding.

And then he shot himself with it, shrinking down to the same size as Remus.

As soon as he did, the world morphed around them until they were in a ballroom. Not a grand ballroom, no, that was something Roman might do. This was a small ballroom, off to the side of the grand ballroom, where they could distantly hear laughter and chatter and music.

A little group of rats with tiny instruments stood in the corner and started playing music.

“Remus, I love this,” Janus said, taking the lead in the dance.

Remus beamed. “I knew you would.”

He still stumbled a bit, (probably he should have practiced a bit more) but with Janus leading the dance was even kind of fun. It was a quicker dance, while still being simple, and Janus’s grin showed that it was also a perfect choice.

When they were both just a bit winded Remus snapped to morph the world into a calm study, jazzy music playing in the background.

Janus dropped into the large chair, letting out a long happy sigh and stretching. “Thank you.”

Remus kicked his feet up over the back of his chair, hanging his head down in the front. “Well it’s not over yet!”

Janus smiled again, small and genuine. “I think I’m ready to take a break, and finish off the list in the morning.”

“Ah, alright. I’ll go knock some heads in then until you wake up. Too much of this mushy and I’ll go crazy!” Remus said with a wild grin.

Janus smirked. “Never change, Remus.”

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New

SPN FanFic

~When Dean discovers something new about Y/N, it sets off a few alarms in the bunker...~

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jack

1,654 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Fluffy Smut. Bit of silliness at the end. Lots of cum. All the cum. Enjoy. ;)

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New relationships are hard. There's the cautious touches, the not knowing what the other person is thinking. Should I bring up that thing he did that annoyed me? Will she be pissed if I mention last Thursday? It can be a struggle.

New relationships can also be fun. So many things to discover about each other, every touch is a new adventure, every kiss is the beginning of a new chapter.

Dean and Y/N had only been actively sleeping together for two weeks and openly dating for one. They knew each other as friends, hunters, family; but the bedroom was all new.

Dean loved finding all the little spots that made her moan, the strips of skin that made her entire body flush with goose pimples when he touched them. His newest and most favorite discovery was, if you bit down on her left shoulder, she growled like a wolf. Full on werewolf, dark eyes and all. She even snarled at him one night.

For her part, Y/N had learned that the ever so cool Mr. Winchester had a soft spot for nipple play and even blowing a slow stream of air across them would make his eyes roll and his stomach tighten. He liked to have his hair played with; in fact, a thirty second scalp massage would make him hard as a rock. And if you nibbled gently on his right ear lobe, he would let out a rumbling moan that never failed to end with his hands down your pants.

Every night, Dean and Y/N spent time alone, lips tasting newly exposed patches of skin, fingers dancing along in creases and hollows that they had previously ignored. Each night was a new adventure and they were the happiest explorers on Earth.

Dean shivered and pushed a hand through his hair, messing it all up. “Jesus, you’re so good at this.”

Y/N slowly pulled up, his cock locked in the tight suction of her mouth. She loosened her lips and he fell away with a wet pop as she smiled. “What can I say?” she teased, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and pumping slowly. “Such a beautiful cock needs to be worshiped.” She smirked as his eyes rolled and she licked the tip of his dick, pointed tongue teasing his aching slit.

Dean trembled, his thighs shaking around her shoulders. “Fuck.”

Y/N merely hummed against him, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before sucking him down again.

“You’re gonna kill me with that mouth, Baby,” he moaned. Dean watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth flooded with hot saliva. She was truly enjoying herself. He reached down and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, rubbed a hand down her neck and shoulders, wanting to touch her, taste her, fuck her tight holes. He bucked his hips and grunted as his cock was stopped by the back of her throat. Y/N gagged around him but swallowed, picking up the pace as he swelled in her mouth.

“Oh goddamn…” He clawed at her shoulders, blunt nails trying to find something to catch and tug, but they slipped over and over as she bobbed on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N/N...come here…”

She paused and sat back, a thick line of spit dangling between her lips and his throbbing erection. “Yes?” she asked coyly, still stroking him with a warm fist.

Dean was half gone with lust, green eyes cloudy and unfocused. “Come up here,” he said again, reaching for her. “I wanna taste that sweet pussy.”

Y/N smiled and felt the ache between her legs grow stronger. She gave his cock one final tug and then crawled up over him, settling her wet cunt on his soft belly. “Hey, baby,” she cooed, plucking his juicy bottom lip with her thumb.

Dean grabbed her tits and squeezed, watching in awe as she squirmed. “I said get up here,” he growled. “Ride my face.”

She shivered and wiggled her ass over him as a rush of anticipation lit her spine. “Fuck.”

He rolled her nipples between thick fingers and smiled. “Well?”

A deep breath later she was crawling higher, up over his chest, fitting her knees around his broad shoulders and finally hovering over his face. She gripped the wall to steady herself, preparing to slowly lower her pussy, but Dean couldn’t wait and reached up and around to pull her down by the thighs.

She shuddered as his mouth closed over her clit. “Dean! Shit!”

He held her down, smothering himself with her slick cunt until his lungs began to burn.

“Fuck, you taste so good!” he gasped, pulling in a deep breath as she regained control and held herself aloft. “I want more.”

Y/N braced herself against the headboard and began to move, sliding her pussy over his face, lingering wherever the sensation was most enjoyable. Dean hummed as he feasted, wide tongue pushing deep inside, nose bumping her clit, fingers digging into her ass.

“Oh my god, Dean, you’re gonna make me cum…” She rolled her hips over him, lightly brushing her clit against his nose, but Dean pushed himself upwards, locking his lips around that sweet bud and jamming two fingers in deep. Her voice grew higher and tighter, little clipped squeaks and heavy moans until the coil popped and she came, letting loose a hot stream down into Dean’s mouth. He moaned and drank it down, excited by the new discovery, and kept his fingers pumping into her even as Y/N tried to squirm away.

“No, Dean, fuck! Oh my god!” She struggled but he kept her trapped with the blissful pounding of his fingers and the relentless flick of his hot tongue. “God!”

She came again, just as strong, squirting all over his face.

Dean kissed her clit and felt her cunt pulse on his hand. “This is awesome,” he grinned, lifting his other hand to massage her lips and thighs as he slowed his thrusting wrist. “I didn’t know you could do this.”

Y/N fell forward, hands catching beside his head on the mattress. She shimmied down a bit to see his soaked face and cringed. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. That’s so gross.”

Dean shook his head and licked her shine from his lips. “No,” he assured her, dreamy gaze in his eyes. “This is awesome.”

She tried to scoot down to sit on his belly again, but Dean wouldn’t let her go. She dropped down on his chest, the pressure building again as his fingers wiggled inside her. “Oh god…”

“You gonna go again?” he grinned. “Yeah, you are.”

Y/N sat up as best she could, rolling pleasure making it impossible to stay still as Dean rubbed her clit with the hard pad of his thumb. She bit her lip as the moment loomed and Dean watched in utter awe as she broke, flooding his chest with another delicious orgasm.

“Fuck, this is so hot!”

He kept rubbing and Y/N’s eyes rolled.

“Please!”

“What do you need, Y/N?” he whispered sweetly while his fingers roughly fucked her sloppy cunt.

“Need…I need…” She fell down again, nearly crushing his face with her tits, and growled. “I need to cum on your cock.”

Dean’s eyes lit up and he grabbed her around the waist, flipping over with Y/N in his arms. “You got it, babe.”

He slid inside without a hint of resistance. Her pussy was soaked and so was he, sliding through her flesh with a husky grunt and dropping a kiss on her lips.

Dean thrusts were hard and steady and Y/N screamed as she came again, fluid squirting from her as Dean buried his cock. She bit her lip but it did no good and another scream pushed out as Dean’s balls slapped at her ass.  

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, hips crashing into her body again and again.

“Do it,” she growled, reaching down to grab his ass, pulling him in closer. “Please, Dean.”

He grabbed her ankle and threw it up over his shoulder, opening her wide as he pistoned against her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Dean pulled out at the last second and shot his load all over her stomach. She screamed long and loud as she came one last time, pushed over by the heat of his cum dribbling down her sides and into her navel.

“Dean!” Sam’s fists beat against the door.

“Y/N! Are you OK?” Jack’s young voice worried in the hall. “What’s going on?”

The door opened with a creak and Dean popped his head through the gap. “Evening, fellas.” He was covered in sweat and wet, drenched head to toe, with a thin sheet wrapped around his hips.

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, reading the situation easily. Jack, however, did not.

“Dean, is everything alright?” he asked, big eyes wide with innocence. “We heard Y/N screaming.”

Dean licked his lips and grinned. “Yeah. She’s fantastic.” He pushed through the door and into the hall, trying to block the view back to the bed. “I’m uh… gonna go take a quick shower, if you’ll excuse me.”

Jack cocked his head and looked at Dean’s damp hair and body. “But you’re already wet.”

Sam hid his laugh but Dean didn’t bother. His voice echoed through the hall as he chuckled at Jack’s confusion. “Ya know what? You take this one, Sam.” He jumped slightly as Y/N tossed a ruined blanket at the door. Dean turned and scooped it up, carefully shutting the door behind him as he pushed past Jack. “Looks like I have some laundry to do as well…”

Jack watched as Dean marched proudly down the hall and then turned to Sam. “What just happened?”

Sam scratched at his night time beard and shook his head. “I’ll… explain it when you’re older…”

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[alwayschoosechocolate]

Disney movies and Mario Cart (jjk&myg)

After you started dating Yoongi, you’d accidentally neglected your best friend a bit. But tonight it was all about him and despite how many years it had been since college, quality-time with Jungkook somehow still entailed drinking games and stupid challenges.

Characters: NonIdol!AU, Bestfriend!Jungkook, Boyfriend!Yoongi x reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, drinking games (drink responsibly guys!), nudity (though nothing sexual), best friend shenanigans with Jungkook sprinkled with some boyfriend fluff with Yoongi.

Word count: 2200

A/N: Felt like a bit of crack is just what we need these days.

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“So what are we doing today? Movie? K-drama? Video-game?”, you inquired as you plopped down on the couch and handed Jungkook one of the beers you’d just pulled out of the fridge.

It had been ages since the two of you had hung out alone. With 6 housemates and a busy work schedule paired with your 3 roommates and an equally busy life, finding time to just hang out like you used to do in college was proving very difficult.

Not to mention how much harder it had gotten, when you started dating his housemate. You had been terrified to tell Jungkook, afraid of how he would react, but it turned out he actually loved the idea.

“I never liked any of the other assholes you dated. At least this time, I know I can trust the guy you’re with,” he had shrugged, seemingly not even bothered enough to look from his video-game, leaving Yoongi and you standing sheepishly next to the TV.

Or you had been standing sheepishly.

Yoongi simply nodded at the younger with a subtle “okay”, before he grabbed your hand and led you back to his room for the nap you had promised him.

Despite Jungkook being okay with the dating, you were aware of how much time you’d spent with Yoongi instead of him. For a few months now all your free moments had been shared with Yoongi instead of Jungkook, and you felt kinda bad for how you had abandoned your best friend.

Thus this night.

You’d instructed Yoongi to take out the rest of the housemates so you and Kookie could have the house to yourself. You’d stocked up their kitchen with snacks and filled the fridge with beer. You’d been practically giddy happy the entire week leading up, popping into Jungkook’s room several times during the week to remind him to keep his Saturday evening free for you. Eventually he’d gotten so annoyed that he threw a shoe at you.

Nevertheless, he had waltzed into the living room with a huge grin when the others left. Not that you had doubted if he was looking forward to hanging out with you, but it had been nice to see him excited as well.

“We both know it doesn’t matter,” he laughed with a hair flip so he wouldn’t get beer in his long locks when he opened the beer and took his first sip. “We always end up doing the same anyway.”

“Then I have an idea until then,” you grinned mischievously as you grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him closer to you by the hair, laughing when you heard him yelp at the sting. “Why don’t I take a scissor to this hair? Preferably really poorly. You really are getting too cocky, guk. I think I need to take you down a peg or two.”

“Aish, get off me,” he scoffed with a smug laugh as he applied pressure to the trigger point on your hand, immediately making your grip on his hair falter enough for him to pull away from you. “You just don’t like sharing me with anyone else.”

“As your best friend, I think I’m entitled to think so. Now where are those scissors?”

“You are not touching my hair, Y/n,” he whined with a laugh, swatting away your hands which were already going for his hair again. “Just drop it!”

“Alright, then you think of something,” you challenged with a laugh, taking a swig of your beer as you watched his face scrunch up in thought. “Don’t think too hard. You might burn out the last of your brain-cells,” you teased, earning you an annoyed shove and a loud laugh.

“Let’s just watch a movie while we eat and then we can play a video game or something afterwards?”, he suggested with a playful twinkle in his eyes as he pulled out his phone, delivery app already open on the screen.

Two pizzas later and a lot of beers, your movie-watching had, true to tradition, turned into a drinking game.

When you choose your favorite Disney movie you’d been sure he wouldn’t be able to turn it into drinking.

But leave it to Jungkook to combine Tarzan with the hardest version of a drinking game you’d yet to survive.

“Son of man, look to the sky. Lift your spirit, set it free. Someday you’ll walk tall with pride. Son of Man, a man in time you’ll be,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, completely off-key and with tears streaming down your face.

“You gotta finish your drink if a song makes you cry,” Jungkook cackled with alcohol-rosy cheeks as he grinned triumphantly at you, earning a scoff in return though you finished your fifth beer diligently.

“This isn’t fair! You know I always cry to this movie,” you pouted as you reached for a new beer, just in time to drink when Tarzan tree-surfed on the screen, touching your bottle to Kookies beforehand.

“I do. Which is why I choose that rule.”

“Fine! Then I’m choosing the next game,” you laughed mischievously, getting a cocked eyebrow in mistrust from the man next to you when he saw your evil grin. “I challenge you to Mario Cart!”

“Really? We haven’t played that since college,” he snorted at your excitement, though there was no way he would back down from a challenge.

“Yes, really! But not just Mario Cart,” you grinned knowingly, laughing at his confused look which suddenly lit up in realization, causing him to turn to you wide-eyed with a smug chuckle.

“Oh, that kind of Mario Cart? You sure Yoongi wouldn’t get annoyed at you for playing that with me?”, he challenged with a confident smirk.

“Considering you’ll be the one losing anyway, I don’t see why he should mind,” you hummed, mirroring his smirk which grew to a grin at your words.

“Alright Y/l/n. Bring it on!”

“What are you guys doing?", Namjoon laughed as he entered the living room a few hours later spotting you and Jungkook on the couch both only in your underwear.

"Are you really playing Strip Mario Cart? I haven’t seen you play that in ages," Taehyung chuckled as he eyed the two of you from the doorway, making Jungkook furrow his eyebrows in annoyance when he caught his friends eyes travelling your body.

"Ya!", he shrieked, clumsily throwing his body on yours trying to cover you up. "Don't look at my best friend like that!"

"They've seen me in a bathing suit countless of times. Calm your testicles, Jeon," you groaned, as you pushed his body off you, making him huff as he hit the floor and Namjoon and Taehyung cackle, before they both walked out with a headshake.

Giggling drunkenly, you picked up the controller once more.

"Come on, guk," you exclaimed, wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You've got one last chance to keep your clothes on."

"Ah, and I will win this time!", he shrieked from his position on the floor as he picked up his controller again.

"Yeah, that would be a first," Jimin huffed out in a laugh as he strolled into the room and sat down on the couch, earning a smirk from you and a scowl from Jungkook.

“You ready, Jeon?”, you shrieked as you started a new game on the screen, getting nothing but a nod back from the boy on the floor.

Sliding off the couch to join him on the floor, you shoved him playfully just as the race started, making him whine out protests of cheating through out the game, as you laughed triumphantly next to him.

"Yes!! Take it off, Jeon," you taunted, as you did a little victory dance around the living room a few minutes later, watching Jungkook try to shimmy out of his boxers without exposing too much skin as he hid his crotch behind a pillow.

"Hi babe," you grinned at Yoongi as he walked into the room, nearly choking on his drink at the sight of Jungkook completely naked and you only in your underwear.

“Okay, you take it from here,” Jimin chuckled as he got up from the couch to walk out. “I don’t know how to handle either of them when they’re like this.”

Laughing at Jimin’s words, Yoongi turned back to the scene in front of him with an amused smile as his eyes fell on you.

"Hi button," he chuckled, placing a soft kiss against your hair before sitting down on the couch behind you. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"We're playing Strip Mario Cart," you giggled proudly, as you turned back to the screen. "When I win this round, I win the game," you bragged, grinning at Yoongi who just shook his head at you.

"IF you win this round," Jungkook corrected you with a huff, as he repositioned the pillow so he could sit down without flashing anyone.

"Sure, as if you winning at this point is still a possibility," you taunted, making him pout at you which only looked utterly ridiculous with his toned chest on display.

Putting down the controller a short while later, you watched Jungkook hang his head in shame as you celebrated your victory by jumping into your boyfriend’s lap.

"What do you think, Yoonie?", you smirked confidently at him, earning a lazy smile in return. "You're up for challenging me? It'll be easy. I'm only wearing two items," you said, gesturing to your underwear and bra, giggling as Yoongi pinched the bare skin on your hip.

“I’m not gonna play you, kid,” he stated softly as he circled his arms around you, getting goosebumps at the feeling of your warm skin against his when he pulled you closer in his embrace.

“Why not? Are you afraid of losing? I know you’re bad, babe, but there is no way you’re that bad,” you sniggered drunkenly as you made yourself small in his embrace and snuggled up to his chest.

Humming against your neck and jaw, he feigned considering it as he pressed kisses and soft licks against your skin. Feeling you turn to putty in his hands, he couldn’t help the cocky smile appearing on his lips.

"I'm pretty sure, I don't need to best you in a game to get you out of your clothes, button," he grinned against your earlobe as he nibbled teasingly.

“Oh come on, guys. You know the rules,” Jin’s voice cut through the living room as he threw the two of you an annoyed glare. “No sex in the shared areas. Nobody wants to see your bare ass, Yoongi.”

“As opposed to Kookies?”, Yoongi snickered, gesturing towards the boy who had fallen asleep on the floor on his stomach, leaving his ass uncovered in the air as he snored away.

“Well that one is on Y/n,” Jin laughed at their youngest, before sending you a poor try at an accusing look. “You’re the one who got him this drunk.”

Laughing at your best friend’s predicament, you pushed yourself off your boyfriend’s lap and grabbed the blanket from the couch before spreading it out over his naked form on the floor with a chuckle.

“There we go,” you stated, sending Jin a proud smile only to see him huff out a laugh on his way out of the living room, before he shouted a goodnight back to you.

Looking back at Jungkook’s sleeping form again, you couldn’t help the fond smile on your lips as you took in his peaceful features. He always seemed at least 10 years younger when he was sleeping.

Feeling a pair of arms snake around you waist, you instinctively leaned back against his chest and pulled his arms tighter around your form.

“I take it tonight was a success?”, Yoongi mumbled against your neck, pressing small kisses to your skin in-between his words.

“Definitely,” you hummed in response, letting your head fall back on his shoulder with a sigh as you felt the alcohol buzzing through your veins.

"Wanna go to bed?”

Nodding sleepily, you heard him chuckle in response as he gently led you to his room.

Pulling one of his t-shirts over your head and flopping down on his bed, you made grabby hands towards your boyfriend across the room only to have him answer with a fond headshake.

“Go brush your teeth, button. I’ll be right back.”

Slipping out of his room, he missed the pout you were sporting as you got up from the bed again with a huff to brush your teeth. When you slipped under the covers again a few minutes later, he still wasn’t back and though you put on a fair fight, sleep was pulling heavily at your eyelids.

Seconds away from drifting off, you finally felt your boyfriend’s arms around you as he slipped in bed beside you.

“Where did you go?”, you whined, shuddering slightly when the cold air hit your bare legs, before he pulled the covers over you again.

“I had to take Kookie to bed. That kid is a lot heavier than he looks,” he chuckled against your warm skin, grinning fondly when he felt you entangle your legs with his.

“I could have helped you with that,” you mumbled groggily.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it was necessary for you to see his dick. I know you guys are close, but still,” he snickered earning a drowsy laugh from you, though he wasn’t sure you’d actually heard what he said since it was immediately followed by a soft snore.

Chuckling soundlessly, he pulled you closer in his embrace as he shook his head lightly at the thought of finding you only in your underwear because of a game of Mario Cart with Jungkook. 

“How am I ever gonna keep up with you, button?”, he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.