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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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hard day ~ pete davidson

word count: 2057

request?: yes!

“Hey can I request a Pete Davidson imagine where the reader has had a long hard day at set and dealing with papparazzi and Pete pampers her. Maybe ending in smut to make her feel special?”

description: after a hard day of filming, followed by an overwhelming run in with paparazzi, he decides to help her relax

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of the door slamming alerted Pete that his girlfriend was finally arriving home. She had texted him a few hours earlier to say she was being kept late on set, but neither one of them thought that she meant she’d be this late.

Pete craned his neck to peak around the doorway of the living room as he watched (Y/N) stomp up the stairs towards their shared room. He cringed as he heard that door slam shut as well. He knew this meant that (Y/N) wanted to be left alone, but he hated to leave her alone while she was so angry. So, he paused his show and got up to make his way to their room.

Instead of barging in, Pete stood outside their shared bedroom door and knocked. When there was no answer, he tried again.

“Fuck off,” came a groan.

“Hard day baby?” Pete asked her.

“Fuck off for a bit, Pete. I don’t wanna snap at you.”

Pete sighed and decided to leave her be. He knew it was best to let her blow off steam however she felt she had to, but it was hard when all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her until the bad went away.

An idea popped into his head. He moved from their bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. He began to run the bath and put some of (Y/N)’s favorite bubble bath in. He watched as the bubble rose so high that she would definitely disappear into them. While waiting for the hot water to cool down just enough that she could get in comfortably, Pete went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Once his de-stressing scene was all set up, he went back to their bedroom. Instead of knocking, Pete just walked in. He found his girlfriend laying face down on the bed. She was still completely dressed in her clothes from the day, which made him feel a slight twinge of sadness for her.

(Y/N) lifted her head just enough to look at Pete before letting it drop back down to the bed. “Go away.”

“I have a bath ready for you.”

(Y/N) rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I think I did, actually. You seem very upset, and we both know how much you love a good bath to help calm down.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment longer. She had to admit he was right on that front. She loved to take a nice hot bath after a long, stressful day in order to calm down. But tonight she just felt extra stressed and frustrated to a point where it felt like even a bath wasn’t going to help her.

She couldn’t hold back her giggles as Pete lifted her into his arms and started carrying her towards the bathroom. He played her on the counter and began to strip her of her clothes.

“I think I know how to get undressed, Pete,” she joked.

“But it’s my favorite thing to do!” Pete responded, a goofy smile on her face as he pulled her pants and panties down her legs at the same time, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

“You do light up like a child on Christmas when I take my bra off,” she teased him, noticing his eyes lingering on her chest.

“Your tits are my favorite gifts,” he agreed, tweaking her nipple just once to satisfy the urge inside of him. (Y/N)’s legs tightened a little at the gesture. Pete noticed, but decided not to say anything just yet.

He helped her into the tub and poured her a glass of the wine.

“Aren’t you joining me?” she asked as she took the glass from him.

“I’ll join you in a nice glass of this expensive wine we have,” he said. “But this is your de-stressing bath. I’ll just sit here and watch and drink for a while.”

“That’s romantic,” she said, sarcastically. “I take a nice hot bubble bath all by myself, while my boyfriend sits on the toilet.”

“Hey, could be worse. I could also be naked while I’m sitting here. Imagine how weird that would be.”

(Y/N) crinkled her nose before she started to giggle. Pete smiled as well, feeling a sense of pride in making her laugh.

They both sat together for a while, just sipping their wine. (Y/N) felt her body relaxing in the hot water as she laid her head back against the wall behind her. This really was what she needed after such a long day, whether her more frustrated self wanted to admit it or not.

“What had you so worked up in the first place, babe?” Pete asked as he filled her wine glass.

(Y/N) groaned. “You’re ruining the mood, Pete.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sorry. Just asking is all.”

(Y/N) sighed and lifted her head again to look at him. “Remember how I texted you to tell you I was asked to stay a bit later in order to finish a scene? Well, that ‘a bit later’ turned into three hours later because the director kept making me film the scene over and over and over until he finally decided it was okay. Not perfect, not even great! Just okay. He put us through hours of reshooting just to decide he was going to go with the okay take! Fucking bastard!”

“What was his problem?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Beats me! Apparently nothing was good enough for him. Wasted three fucking hours filming just to get an okay scene. Then, when I left, I was tired but I wanted to spend at least an hour with you, so I decided to go get coffee. The minute I stepped out of my vehicle I was swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t know how they figured out where I went, but they would not leave me alone. I ended up not even going into the coffee place cause I could not get around at all.”

Pete reached out and took hold of one of (Y/N) bubbly, wet hands. “I’m so sorry, babe. I do get how much the paparazzi shit sucks, but on top of an already bad day? That fucking sucks so much?”

(Y/N) sighed and ran her thumb over Pete’s knuckles. “It does suck. I have to go back to set tomorrow morning and I’m dreading it so much. How am I supposed to go back there after spending so long filming that last scene today? I’ll kill the director the moment I see him.”

“You wouldn’t even hurt a fly baby, let’s not pretend here.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “You’re right, I can’t.”

The silence washed over them again. (Y/N)’s eyes trailed to Pete’s hand. She looked at it for a while, just lost in her own world as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his knuckles. Then, she started thinking about his long fingers inside of her, curling just right to hit that spot inside of her that drove her over the edge every time. She felt a heat growing between her legs, and if she wasn’t in the bath already she was certain she’d be soaked.

“What are you thinking?” Pete asked, breaking her out of her trance. She looked up at him suddenly, eyes wide with the shock of being caught.

“Uh...” she said, trying to think of something to say. She didn’t want to tell Pete she had been having sexual daydreams, but then she realized what was the harm of telling him? They had been together for quite some time, it’s not like she’d scare him off by telling him anything. “I was thinking about your fingers inside of me.”

Pete’s pants grew a bit tighter at this. “Really? Pretty specific thing to be thinking about.”

“Well, I’m here holding your hand. I’m thinking about things that relax me. Your fingers definitely cause me to relax a lot when they’re down there.”

Pete placed his wine glass on the counter next to him and pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) watched in slight confusion, before realization washed over her when Pete’s hand disappeared under the water. He nudged her legs open and slowly ran two fingers up and down her slit, teasingly.

“You feel so wet already baby,” he joked, a smile on his face.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain her own smile and giggles. “You’re such a fucking do - ”

Her playful insult was silenced as Pete pushed two fingers deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped, her head falling back against the wall behind her again. Pete started pumping in and out of her very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting her with what he was doing.

“Is this what you were thinking about baby?” he asked her.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck yes this feels so good.”

Pete curled his fingers in a way that made it easier for him to hit the right spots. (Y/N) let out a moan and tried to buck her hips against his fingers, but he used his other hand to ease her back down.

“Just sit back and let me take care of you baby,” he said. “I’ll take all your stress away.”

Pete’s erection was becoming nearly unbearable as he watched (Y/N) coming undone in front of him, and felt her warmth wrapped around his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to really fuck any stress left out of her. But at the same time, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to make her feel good, to wipe the memories of he day away.

(Y/N)’s free hand wrapped around Pete’s bicep. Her nails dug so deep into his arm that Pete knew there would be marks there once she pulled away, maybe even full on scratches or blood, but he’d wear the marks with pride. He usually did whenever she left them on him.

He began to speed up his pumping. He felt (Y/N)’s thighs clenching around his hand, as if she were trying to hold him there. Breathy moans were escaping from her lips as he body began to tremble.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck, I’m starting to feel close.”

“Yeah?” Pete asked. “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers baby?”

In response, (Y/N) moaned again. Pete picked up his pace a little more, causing her moans to become screams of pleasure. He could feel the tension building up in her as he body prepared to let go.

Pete leaned forward to kiss (Y/N) gently on her lips. “Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you.”

With those words, (Y/N) came completely undone. She screamed Pete’s name so loud he was sure the neighbors would hear her. He felt her clenching around his fingers and he wished he could actually feel her wetness and not just that of the water in the tub.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily when Pete was finally able to pull away from her. He stood and grabbed a nearby hand towel to begin drying his hands. (Y/N) watched him, a cloud of lustful fog still blocking her as she tried to recover from her high. Her eyes shifted down to Pete’s crotch area, where she noticed the evergrowing buldge.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, a lazy smile on her face.

Pete smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her again. “That’s okay babe. You enjoy your bath until it gets cold.”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed together. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Well I didn’t say that,” Pete said. “But for now I just want you to unwind. We can fuck later on. I’ll make you forget your entire day then, maybe even your own name if you’re lucky.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I hope I’ll be lucky then.”

She smiled as she watched Pete leave the room to change his clothes. Despite her teasing words, she felt like she was already the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing man by her side.

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lazysimp · 3 years

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Cloud Nine /// Shoto x Fem Reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

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Summary: When you go to the club with your friend Mina all you wanted was a fun night out. Never could you have imagined a lust drug getting slipped into your drink. Now you have a choice, risk death or have sex with your Pro Hero Ex

Word count: 10k+

Warnings/tags: Soft Dom Shoto, Praise, Explicit sexual content, Overstimulation, Oral sex (receiving), Use of Lust Potion, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

TW: Reader is slipped a drug by a creepy date (Not Shoto) if this topic is triggering please avoid this story!

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“No Mina, I don’t need to get back out there. Being in a relationship is exhausting, I am perfectly happy being single, in fact, I’ve never been happier.”

“I call bullshit,” She declared. “You have been moping around ever since you broke up with him. I mean look around, we are in a club filled to the brink with eligible singles and instead of flirting you are sitting at the bar drinking,” She lifted your glass to her nose and sniffed, “a sex on the beach.”

She gave you a look of disapproval, “you should be having sex on the beach right now. Instead for some god-forsaken reason, you break off the engagement and now you are sitting here with me in a bar. But sure, keep telling yourself that you are happy.”

“Mina!” You yell. “This conversation is over if you want me to even consider flirting with someone.”

She put her pink hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, I concede. For now.”

You roll your eyes and mumble a quick, “Thank you.” There was no way you were ever going to have that conversation, let alone with Mina. You loved your friend, but she wasn’t exactly known for keeping her mouth shut.

“However, don’t think I am letting you off the hook for free. My silence comes with a price,” Her lips turned up into a devilish smirk.

“What did you do?” You ask, not sure if you want to know the answer.

“Nothing bad so stop looking at me like that. All I did was set you up a date with one of the policemen I met on the scene the other day.”

You suck in a deep breath to stop yourself from wrapping your hands around your only friends’ neck and squeezing. It took a few more deep breaths for the urge to kill calmed enough for guilt to set in. Mina was one of the most popular heroes in Japan and instead of spending her time partying with the social elite of Tokyo, she spent weeks helping piece you back together after you broke off the engagement, never once pressuring you for answers.

You sigh in defeat, “When?”

Mina's face flushed a deep pink, “Well about that, I may have texted him an hour ago telling him we were going out and that you were super excited to meet him.”

And just like that your guilt evaporated, “Mina are you crazy!”

“What, he’s really cute and excited to meet you, he said he’s been drawn to you ever since he saw your picture on tv isn’t that romantic.” Mina's eyes sparkled with excitement.

“What if he is a serial killer?” You shriek.

Mina waved her hand at your concern, “Please, Kenta is a policeman who has been on the force for over two years and has worked alongside many heroes.”

“That sounds like a great cover story for a serial killer,” You lift your drink and finish off the rest of it.

“Oh, come on, do you think I would let you go on a date with a serial killer? I’ve already done a background check on him and nothing popped up. He’s lived in Tokyo for two years in a mid-size apartment with one parking spot. He has a pet dog named Coco and his favorite hero is All Might.”

“He sounds bland,” You argue back weakly.

“He sounds safe,” Mina rested her arm onto your shoulder. “I gave you time to lick your wounds, it’s time to start moving on with your life. You deserve to be happy. I don’t even care if you blow off Kenta halfway through the night and we go home and eat ice cream, I just want you to start trying again.”

“Fine, but I’m not making any promises.”

She happily nods her head, “That’s all I ask!” She started to dance to herself.

You ignore her gloating dance and scan the small crowd at the club. For a Saturday night the club wasn’t as packed as you would have imagined. It seems the recent villain activity had succeeded in scaring people from going out. You don’t blame them, the only time you ever left your house anymore was when Mina came to drag you out kicking and screaming.

“When is he supposed to get here?” You ask, turning back to face Mina.

“He should be here any minute.”

“Alright, then I’m going to go to the bathroom and clean up.” You turn to leave, “you stay here and save our seats,” You add quickly before she could get out of the booth.

“Are you sure, it’s not that crowded I’m sure if someone took our spot we could find another one,” Mina asks, her eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, I’ll just be a few minutes, plus we wouldn’t want Kenta to think we ditched him.” You reassured before sliding out of the booth seat to wobble to the well-lit bathroom. It wasn’t exactly the best smelling place but it was the only place in this club where you could find some privacy away from the nosey eyes of the crowd.

You stand in front of the small sink and stare at your face in the mirror. Mina was right, you looked ridden hard and put away wet. You turn on the water and let the cool water run over the skin of your hands. Maybe this date wasn't the worst idea, you couldn't stay single forever. You try to think positively, maybe Kenta could be good for you.

You force yourself back into the open air of the club, needing to get another drink before you talk to any man. Slipping through the small crowd on the dance floor you could make out the bar like a beacon of light.

"Hey, there you are. Mina was starting to get worried." A ridiculously preppy voice said from behind you. Before you could turn around, the owner jumped out from behind you face you, a wide smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, um, you must be Kenta?" You guess, reaching out your hand to greet him.

"That's me!" His warm clammy palm engulfed you and shook up and down. "It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mina has told me so much about you but she failed to mention how beautiful you are."

"Oh, thank you," You mumble awkwardly before pulling your hand free.

"No problem, I like to say it as I see it. I'm so glad you agreed to meet with me tonight, I know dating must be hard after that brutal breakup of yours," He said, his brown eyes full of pity.

You grimace "Yeah it’s not been fun."

"I mean the whole world practically wanted your head on a spike those first few weeks after the news broke on the breakup. Some of the guys at work even made a betting pool to see how long before you would go crawling back to him begging for forgiveness, but I told all of them that you guys were done and sure enough I was right. I can't wait to go and tell them you agreed to go on a date with me, they won’t be able to believe you agreed to go on a date with me!"

"Neither can I," You say to yourself, good god you are never going on a date with someone Mina chooses again. So much for thinking positively.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"That would be great," You would need more than one measly sex on the beach to get through this date.

He claps your hand in his again and walks towards the bar in the middle of the club. He slouches his arm over the wooden counter and pulls out his card. the bartender walked over and looked expectantly at him.

"Can I have a rum and coke," he looks at you and whispers, "what would you like?"

"I'll have the same," You say to the waiting bartender, who then set off to make the drinks.

Kenta turns and gives you a huge smile, " You like rum and coke too! I can’t believe I've found a girl who likes rum and coke, normally they just want a sex on the beach or something like that. You're definitely not like the other girls I've talked to."

You could feel your eye twitch but managed to bite your tongue and instead look over your shoulder to see where Mina had disappeared to, the traitor. “Here you are,” A drink appears in your vision instead. You grab the cool glass and lift the drink to your mouth not bothering to even look at it, you need more booze in you to handle another word from his mouth.

You down the smooth beverage in only a few gulps, it was mostly ice. You grimace as the alcohol burns your throat more than normal, damn they must have been using some cheap rum here.

“Wow, you must have been really thirsty, do you want another one?”

“No thanks, one was plenty,” How strong was that drink, you blew out a huff of air as the club lights began to grow blurry. You shake your head, damn your tolerance must have taken a hit these last few weeks.

“In that case do you want to go dance?” His brown eyes shined with hope.

“Yeah, sure.” You agree reluctantly. You set your glass down onto the epoxy covered counter and follow his lead to the crowd on the dance floor. In the small crowd you could make out flashes of pink hair, You felt a wave of relief flush through you, at least help was only a yell away.

Kenta wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in until your chest touched his. His hips swayed with the pounding beat of the music and you slowly followed suit.

His head leans down to your ear, “You’re way hotter in person.”

Charming you thought to yourself. Oh well, not like you were going to fuck him. Before he could open his mouth again you reach your arms around his neck and pull him close to your body, better make this convincing if you wanted to get Mina off your back.

The faces in the crowd all began to blur, their unique features disappearing into skin tone blobs. You suck in air trying to cool off, your chest feeling like you have swallowed burning water.

Damn, it was hot in here, sweat began to drip down your forehead and onto your chest. You push yourself away from Kenta’s warm body, the close contact too hot. Maybe you should have gotten water instead of more alcohol.

A gentle hand under your chin lifted your head, Kenta’s wide brown eyes met yours. “Hey, are you ok, do you need some fresh air?”

“I don’t feel so good, could you go find Mina please,” You shake your head free of his hold before the world grew even more blurry. The burn in your chest started to spread down your stomach. The uncomfortable warmth now grows even hotter.

“Let’s get you out of here first then I can go find her, just follow me,” before you could answer he wraps his arm around your waist and pushes you along, off the dance floor towards the exit.

“Hey, is she alright?” The deep worried voice of the large bouncer asks, his face contorted with worry.

“Yeah, I think she just needs some fresh air, you know how light weights can get,” Kenta tells the guard as though he has known you forever. The guard bends over to look at your sweaty face now contorted in pain.

“Are you sure, she looks like she may have been drugged,” The bouncer steps in front of Kenta, his large beefy frame blocking the exit door.

Kenta reached into his back pocket with his free hand and pulled out a thin folded black wallet. He lifted the wallet revealing a shiny gold badge. “Don’t worry, if she has been drugged, I’ll be able to get her help.”

The bouncer lifted his hands in surrender, “Alright, just making sure the lady gets home safe.” The bouncer’s eyes never left you as Kenta dragged you pat him into the cool night air. The sound of cars was slightly muffled as your ears were still ringing from the loud music inside.

He keeps going until you are out past the overcast of the building's entrance to step into the light drizzle of rain. You look up to the dull sky, the city light blocking out any starlight from being seen.

You lift your drooped head to peer over at Kenta’s bright phone, the uber app pulled up.

“Hey,” you argue weakly. “I want Mina.”

“I know, I know. Once I order this uber I’ll call her ok.” He confirmed his ride on the app and then dialed a few numbers.

“There, happy now.” The phone rang for a few seconds before going to voicemail.

“Call her again,” You beg, she would know what to do.

“I told you I’ll call in a few minutes, just relax.” He grabs a tiny box from his front pocket and pops open the top, “Here have a mint.”

You wave your hand, “I don’t want a mint, I want Mina!”

His grip on your waist tightened “Don’t be so difficult, just take the mint and relax, the uber will be here any minute.”

“Stop telling me to relax!” You yell as tears begin to fill your eyes.

A strong hand reached around and clamped down on your face, strong fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to open your mouth. One long finger slipped past your parted lips, the tip tastings oversweet, just like the drink earlier.

You try to bite down on the invading finger but the pressure from his hand kept your mouth open long enough for his finger to escape.

"Looks like the first dose wasn't enough for you huh, don't worry this time it should work on you just fine,"

"What the hell did you do to me!" You screech, the rush of fear giving you enough strength to escape his brutal hold.

"If you hadn't been such a fucking tease I wouldn't have needed to do that. All you women are the same, you go out dressed like whores and then act surprised when men want to take you home. You should be grateful someone like me is even willing to go out with someone with morals as loose are yours."

Tears were pouring out of your eyes as the pain from earlier multiplied, the burning spreading from your center to the tips of your fingers. It was as though you were cooking from the inside out.

"Please, make it stop," You beg before your legs give out from under you.

He leaned down, his face the only thing you could focus on, "Don't worry, when I get you home, I'll give you the antidote over and over again."

"What the fuck!" You hear a familiar deep voice roar behind you. Gentle hands slid under your shoulders pulling you out of Kenta’s hold into a warm and cold body.

“Well, well if it isn’t the number three hero,” Kenta smirked. “I don’t appreciate you manhandling my date, why don’t you give her back to me and go about your night.”

“From what I saw she wasn’t enjoying your company, in fact, I distinctly remember her asking you to stop,” Shoto growled.

“Oh that, we were just playing. She likes it a little rough if you know what I mean.”

Your lip curls up in disgust, but the burn in your chest made talking impossible.

“No, I don’t know what you mean, why don’t you explain it to me.” You could hear ice begin to grow on the pavement below cooling the air around you.

“I’m her date, we were just about to go back to my place when you so rudely interrupted.” Kenta stuck his hand out towards you. “Come on sweetheart let’s get you back home.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock at the audacity this man had. The strong fingers wrapped around each of your arms tightened before he pushed your body away from his and carefully set you down onto the ground.

The ice covering the rest of the pavement grew larger as Shoto closed the gap between him and Kenta in one stride. He grabbed the front of Kenta’s bleak white shirt and lifted his feet off the ground. “She is not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that, in a few minutes she’ll be begging to go home with me.” Kenta smiled up at Shoto, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, didn’t the bitch over there break your heart? You should be thanking me.”

Shoto let out a dry laugh, “Thanking you, what did you do to her?”

"Oh, you don't recognize the symptoms. Someone has been a bad hero.” Kenta looked over to your crumpled body, lust blazing in his black eyes. “She has euphoria in her system.”

Shoto’s left side began to light, “How much did you give her?”

“Hey, calm down man,” Kenta wiggled pathetically to try and escape from the growing heat “I only gave her two pills, all she needs is a good fuck and she will be fine.”

Shoto threw Kenta to the ground, “Are you trying to kill her!” He yelled. “One pill can be enough to kill someone and you gave her two!”

“As I said, just give her to me and-“ his sentence was cut short by Shoto’s boot connecting with his jaw, knocking him out cold.

His blazing blue eyes turn back to look at you.

“Oh my god, what happened!” Mina yelled from behind you. She lowered herself to the ground, her soft pink hands gently supported your head off the pavement and into her lap.

“The man over there drugged her, I was able to stop him from taking her home, why weren’t you watching her better!” Shoto’s voice cracked as he looked down at your weak from on the ground. You had never felt more pathetic in your life.

“I trusted Kenta, I worked with him on scenes before, I even did a background check on him.” Mina cried out, her cool tears landing gently on your cheek. Tears filled your own eyes, you wanted more than anything to be able to comfort your friend.

Shoto lowered himself to his knees. “I’m sorry, it’s not anyone’s fault but his. Right now, we need to call an ambulance, if what he said is true, she doesn’t have long before the other effects will start to kick in.”

Wait, what did she mean by other effects? While Shoto talked to the ambulance you tried to think back to the news story warning about the rise in euphoria drugging's. It causes mild to severe discomfort, a burning pain, and then, and then. God, what else will this drug do to you?

“They are going to ask,” Shoto cleared his throat. “They are going to ask if she has anyone to help her through this.”

Mina opened her mouth to speak but you lifted your arm and shove your hand over Mina’s big mouth ignoring the pain moving caused. Mina looked down to your face, you shook your head back and forth. The last thing you needed was Shoto knowing how pathetic you were.

Mina stared down at you, you could see the battle waging in her eyes, “Shoto, could you give us a minute, I need to talk with her.”

His eyes locked onto yours, the deep blue full of worry. “I’ll be just over there if you need anything.” He stood up to his full height and walked over to the entrance of the club.

You lower your hand back to your face to shield yourself from the embarrassment, “Why?” You finally ask, “Why would they need to know if I’m seeing someone.”

Silence filled the night air; you lowered your arm to peek at Mina, her face flushed a deep pink. She sucked in a deep breath, “Euphoria was created to help those with schizophrenia by reducing the levels of dopamine in the body. But in the drug trials it was found to cause severe pain in humans, those in the trial described it feeling like they were being cooked. But the pain only lasted for the first thirty minutes of so.”

Mina looked down, her black eyes full of tears, “and after those thirty minutes the test subjects began to feel what they could only describe as insatiable lust. They begged the staff members to have sex with them for days.”

Horror filled your body, “You can’t be serious?”

Mina nodded solemnly, “It wasn’t until one of the wives of the subjects was allowed to help their spouse that researchers saw any improvement in their condition. The black market heard about this and decided that it sounded like the perfect date rape drug. They figured if they could get someone to beg for sex it wouldn’t be rape.”

“Can’t I just, take care of myself?” You ask, your face flaming with embarrassment.

Mina shook her head, “You will be rabid with lust, you won’t be able to think clearly enough to do anything, maybe the hospital can sedate you,” She said with little hope.

“What happened to the subjects who didn’t have someone help them through it?”

Mina’s tears began to freely fall and land on your cheek, “Their heart’s failed.”

“What do you mean their heart’s failed, how can their heart just fail?” You yell, panic growing as the pain starts to fade.

“The drug put too large of a strain on the heart, with no relief it became too much for their hearts to handle.”

“What does sex have to do with any of this,” You could feel your chest tighten, each breath now a conscious effort.

Mina shrugged weakly, “They think the natural dopamine produced counteracts the effects of the drug.”

The once burning pain now became a dull ache, letting you finally start to think clearly, “Let me get this straight, either I have sex with someone, or I might die.”

Mina nodded, “Pretty much.”

“This can’t be happening,” You choke back tears. “What am I going to do, I don’t want to fuck a stranger?”

Mina bit her bottom lip, she looked up and stared. You follow her gaze to see Shoto standing by the security guard working to keep bystanders from getting too close. His black hero uniform was tight against his skin. It was torture to know what that uniform hid beneath it.

You scoff, “You can’t be serious, he would never say yes to something like this.”

Mina's face tightened, “I don’t know who else you could ask. Maybe I could see if Kirishima would be willing to-"

"I'm not fucking you boyfriend Mina." You cut her off, "I would never do that to you."

"Well I'm not going to sit here and watch you die!" Mina sobbed. "What kind of best friend would that make me if I let my friend die because I was jealous. This is all my fault in the first place I set up the date with Kenta, you would never have been put in this situation if it wasn't for me."

The pain the drug caused was nothing in comparison to watching Mina sob for you. Her entire body shook with each heave of air, clear snot ran out of her nose as the tears freely flowed down her face.

"Mina, this isn't your fault, how could you have known," You try to comfort her but she keeps shaking her head in denial at your words.

"Mina, I could try to call a host," You pause, your entire lower body began to pulse. What the hell is that?

"What's wrong?" Mina asked, her voice hoarse from crying.

The pulsing began to grow stronger, "I think I'm out of time," You pant.

“Already!” Mina screeched. “you should have another five minutes, at least.”

You shook your head and rolled out of her lap, needing to get away from her touch before you did something you would regret. You only had a few more minutes before this fucking drug would take over. Tremors began to race through your body as the pulses migrated to your chest.

A cold hand rested itself on your forehead, You looked up into bright blue eyes, “Baby, do you have someone to help you through this, is there anyone I can call for you.” He said, blue eyes full of pain.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to just open your mouth and beg him to help. If he would be seen taking you home all your hard work to protect him would have been for nothing.

Shoto lowered himself to his knees and pulled you into his lap. “Look, I know we didn’t end on the best terms, but if you want me to help baby I have no problem getting you through this.”

“You can’t,” You weakly protest, trying to ignore his intoxicating scent. God, you used to love burying your nose in his neck while he fucked you, his left side smelling like a warm bonfire. Wait. Where in the hell did that thought come from?

He pulled you in closer and slipped his hand under your chin, moving your head out from its hiding place. He looked down at you his mouth now inches from yours, pure torture. "Baby, I can't sit by and watch you suffer, please let me help you. I promise I'll leave you alone tomorrow if that's what you want."

"You don't understand," You sob, the pulsing now growing into something much more sinister. "I can't let you help me." You needed to get out of his arms now, your mind was growing too weak to keep secrets.

His eyebrows scrunched together, "What don't I understand?"

"You can't help, if he sees you with me it will all be for nothing. Please just leave, I'll be ok I promise." You try to shimmy out of his arms back onto the pavement but his hold on you tightens like a vise.

"If who sees me with you?" Shoto's body began to shake, you could feel his left arm begin to grow warmer for the second time tonight. This is not good, you said too much.

"Did I say he, I meant if the new papers saw us it would be a PR nightmare." You lie pathetically.

"You know I always wondered why you broke up with me," Shoto stood, his arms going under your knees, "For weeks I agonized about what I did wrong, wondering how I let the best thing in my life become the one that got away."

He pulled you close to his chest giving you nowhere to run, "What did he say to you baby?"

"I don't know what you’re talking about." You pant, the pulsing in your chest began to narrow in on your breasts. You rub the sore tissue with your hands, but it only grew worse. Your nipples beaded, now rubbing against fabric covering your chest.

"Don't play dumb with me, not right now." Shoto leaned his head down to your ear, "What did my father do to take you away from me?"

"Look all he did was set me straight, he said nothing but the truth," You wiggle your body to try and escape his ironclad hold. “Now put me down.”

He ignored you and turned to Mina, “I’m taking her back to my place, I’ll keep you updated.” Without a warning his ice quirk activated, propelling you both down the street.

“Shoto, stop please!” You pound your fists into his chest. “Don’t be stupid, just put me down before anyone sees us together. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“The only lie I want to hear from your mouth right now is the one my father told you,” He growled.

You snap your mouth closed, there is no way you will be able to get through to him right now. You and your big mouth ruin everything. The lack of talking left you with no distraction to the wetness that now soaked your panties. A sharp stabbing sensation jolted through your pussy and up into your abdomen, you gasp and shove your head into Shoto’s shoulder.

“Shh, baby, we are almost at my place,” He cooed.

“I can’t” you sob into his shoulder. “I can’t be the one to ruin you.” How could you let this happen, reduce yourself to a blubbering horney mess begging the man of your dreams to put you down when all you wanted was for him to never let you go.

The ice under Shoto’s feet stopped, he dropped his feet to the pavement in front of his lavish apartment building entrance. As he walked in the entrance he whispered into your ear, “If you think for one second that after hearing that I am just going to let you go you’re crazy.”

He jogged through the empty lobby and pushed the button for the elevator. His penthouse apartment was one of the first things he bought after he had proposed, the small studio you two had shared too accessible to the nosey press dying to catch a glimpse of the infamous couple.

The elevator door dinged open, Shoto stepped inside before the doors behind him closed. "Almost there, baby girl."

The elevator ride was short, the build had spared no expense for the private elevator made specially for those on the top three floors. The stainless steel doors slid open leading into a short hallway with two doors, there were only two apartments on the top floor.

Shoto removed the hand behind your back for a few seconds to scan his hand to open the thick metal front door. He walked in, kicking the door closed behind him.

Walking down the hallway to what was once your shared bedroom he uses his elbow to open the door. The western bed he had bought for you still sat in the middle of the room, the decorations you picked out still adorning the dresser, it was like you had never left.

He dropped you onto the soft bed, the soft silk of the duvet covering felt heavenly against your oversensitive skin.

He looked at you from the foot of the bed, his expression blank. He was driving you crazy. His unwavering need for you could become addicting if you let it. With every breath, the effects only grew worse. Your nipples ached and pussy throbbed, just begging for his touch.

“Shoto, please, think about this,” You had to get him to understand the mistake he was about to make before your willpower disappeared.

His blue eyes grew darker, “Baby, it seems you have forgotten a rule.”

He sank to his knees and wrapped his hand around your ankle. Without giving you time to protest he drags you down until your hips are balanced on the edge of the bed. The dress Mina had given you to wear bunched at your waist, exposing your soaked panties to his view.

“When you’re on this bed, under me, you don’t get to make demands.” He trailed his hands up your exposed thigh, “Only naughty girls make demands and you want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He peered up at you his eyes wide with false innocence as his calloused hands dragged your panties to your ankles.

“That’s not fair,” You whine at the same time your hands reached down to cover your exposed sex.

Shoto tsked in displeasure, “You know better than to hide from me.” His strong fingers grabbed the soft flesh of your thighs and lifted them over his shoulders.

He tapped his fingers against your hands, “I’m going to give you to the count of three to move.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“One.”

“Shoto, come one, this is ridiculous.”

He places a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh, “Two.”

“Shoto, we need to think rationally about this, if your father finds out that we did this he will be furious.” You try to reason pathetically.

“Three.”

With a soft whine you obeyed, leaving yourself wide open. Shoto could do anything he wanted, and you would be helpless to stop him. Overwhelmed at the thought you tuck your face into your elbow.

“You so fucking wet baby, your soaking the sheets,” he purred. His thumbs spread you open, “made a mess of yourself too.” He continued, his tone soft. “If I let you stay all wet like this you could catch a cold.”

A muffled moan was all you could respond with. This was a mistake, but you could not even remember why, the haze of lust had finally settled in. You force yourself to relax, letting your weight rest onto him.

“That’s my good girl,” He praised, his mouth twisting into a grin before he lowers it to hover over your pussy, his warm breath caressing the tender flesh.

You bite back a moan as you felt his wet, hot tongue drag across your thigh, lapping up the wetness that soaked them. With a growl he turns his attention to your pussy lips, first sucking in the right into his mouth. Tugging gently on the lip with his teeth he cleans away the juices with his tongue. Then repeating the action with the left.

“Mhm, much better,” He muttered, his pointer finger slid through your soaking slit. “But it seems I missed a spot.”

All you could see was the top of his head as his tongue swiped across your clit. It was hot and wet. Its slightly rough texture slid up and down the side of your clit sending an immediate rush of pleasure through your body. You let out a loud whine and dug your fingers into his hair, needing something, anything, to hold onto.

“So needy,” he chastised.

“Shoto, more please.” You beg, pushing his face back down desperate for more, pride long forgotten.

“What did I say about demands?” His right hand teased your entrance, “But I suppose I can make an exception this time because you asked so nicely.”

He closed his lips around your pearl and sucked at the same time two fingers breached your entrance. Wanton moans tricked from your lips as you tried to comprehend the pleasure being forced from your body.

With a pop, he released you from his mouth, “I’ve missed you on my tongue, you’re so fucking delicious,” He mumbled against you, sending shivers down your spine. Abandoning your clit his tongue joined his fingers to swirl around your entrance.

“So fucking juicy,” He growled, the tip of his tongue slipping into your tight heat. Distracted by his tongue your body relaxed enough to allow him to slowly slip the tip of his finger into your ass.

“A-ah!” You yelp at the intrusion, unsure how to react. He had never tried something like that before. The finger froze, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion before slowly pushing the rest of the way inside.

He looks up at you, his eyes lit with happiness as he opens you up for him. Your grip on his hair tightens as he nuzzles at your clit with the tip of his nose.

“Fuck,” You whimpered. You snap your eyes closed, the sight of him working you open too much for your brain to process. It was too much, you buck your hips, needed to escape the consuming pleasure before there was nothing left of you.

Shoto was having none of that behavior, he added another finger to your ass, forcing you to take what he had to give. His tongue moved back to your clit and he groaned creating vibrations.

He was relentless, the fingers inside your pussy curled up and started to pulse against that sweet spot inside you. You saw stars, it took everything inside you not to blackout from the pleasure, you were so close.

“Shoto, please,” You pleaded shamelessly, desperate for release.

“Cum for me baby,” He ordered at the same time activating his quirk to create contrasting temperatures in your holes. You were helpless but to obey him. The tight rope wound up inside you snapped, sending you into bliss.

You thrashed your head and covered your mouth with your hand as the orgasm ripped through you. it was as if you had touched a live wire. Every muscle in your body taunts as bursts of pleasure tore through you. Your back lifted off the bed as Shoto mercilessly fucked you with his fingers ignoring your pleas for mercy.

“Too much,” you whine incoherently, “Please, too much.” Your vision grows white as the pleasure spreads through your body.

Shoto reluctantly slowed the thrusts of his fingers, the brutal waves inside you finally receding leaving you with small aftershocks. You heave in air, your skin covered in perspire, the pain of the drug long forgotten.

“I love feeling your pretty pussy cum on my fingers,” He purred.

You could only give a soft humph in response, your mind still floating away. Shoto let out a small chuckle and rose to cover your body with his, stopping on the way to pepper kissing on your exposed skin. He hooked his finger under the bunched material of your dress and tugged it the rest of the way off your body.

“Don’t get sleepy on me now, I’m far from finished with you,” His mouth twisted into a sinister grin before it closed around the soft peak of your nipple. The tip of his tongue turned ice cold and circled around the stiffening peak. With his long fingers he pinched your other nipple. Your hands slide into his hair, petting the back of his head as he pleasured you.

You look down to watch only to realize he was still fully clothed in his hero uniform. You tug on his vest, “I want to see you too.”

With one last lick he freed your nipple from his mouth and stood up. Lifting his shirt over his head he exposed his smooth abs. His pants sat low on his hips giving you a hint of his happy trail before he unzipped the fireproof material freeing his thick erection.

You shutter, if you hadn’t already had it inside you before you would have never been able to believe he could fit inside you.

“You look so fucking sexy on my bed,” He grabbed under your knees and pushed them open and back. “I’m going to fuck you now, any complaints?”

You shook your head, needing him inside you. His eyes narrowed as he grabbed his cock and lowered it to nudge your entrance. You couldn’t look away as you watched him slowly disappear inside you. You suck in a deep breath and try to bear down to ease his entrance but there was no stopping the slight burn as he stretched you wide open.

A low groan left Shoto as he filled you inch by inch, only stopping when he finally was fully seated inside you. He leaned over and attached his lips to yours, his hair ticking your forehead.

Holy shit

Your legs trembled as your mind tried to catch up with everything going on.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight around me,” Shoto stuttered against your lips. “I’ll never get enough of this, of you.” His hips lifted off yours and started to shallowly thrust.

He softly took your face in his hands, “I’m never letting you go again; do you understand? I watched you walk away from me once and spent months waiting desperately for you to come back. There is nothing that bastard can do to me that is worse than losing you.”

Damn him for playing dirty and starting the talk while he was inside you, your eyes grow wet and heavy but you nod in agreement, never wanting to be apart from him again.

“That’s my girl,” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always taking care of me, just relax this time, let me take care of you baby.”

His eyes never leave yours as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. The low moan you were releasing turned to soft whimpers as he drags his cock in and out, each thrust deep and deliberate.

He captures your lips with his, licking the seam of your mouth with his tongue until your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside. His warm lips are a stark contrast to the coolness of his tongue. You tried to move your mouth in sync with his but in the end, you could only lie there as Shoto explored your mouth. Your mind grew blank, unable to focus on anything but his touch, even forgetting to breathe, who needs air when you could have Shoto.

Shoto slides his hands down to hook his finger under your mound and gently tugs, forcing you to tilt your hips upward, allowing another inch to slip inside you. His other rests its palm underneath your belly button and gradually presses down, “I can feel my cock inside you,” He groaned, his voice low and gravely.

You slam your eyes shut, overwhelm at his words. Each tantalizing thrust of his brought you closer to nirvana but it just wasn’t enough.

“Shoto, more,” You demand, rules be damned.

His thrusts slowed to a stop, “Oh, so that's how you think this is going to go?” He grabs your arms and pulls you up into his arms and sits on the bed with your things now resting on his.

“If you want more so bad, take it.” His voice had a joking bite to it.

You swallow the knot in your throat and nod, two could play at that game. You use your abdominal muscles to move your hips up and down. You smirk down at him, watching his eyes dilate as your breast bounced in front of his face. Unable to resist the temptation he catches a nipple into his mouth and sucks as you find pleasure using him.

“You feel so good inside me,” You whine. Dragging your hand down to where you were joined you use a finger to rub the side of your clit, desperate for release.

You could feel the cord inside you begin to fray, you grab his face and press him closer to your chest, as it all grew too much. You come with his name on your lips, your head was thrown back as the orgasm rips through you. Your entire world growing white as every cell in your body sang praise for Shoto.

Shoto grabbed your hips and forced you to keep grinding against him as you rode through your high, making each wave stronger than the last. It wasn’t long before his deep moan filled your ears, his dick pulsing inside you as he came. You hole clenching around you, milking each drop of cum from him.

Shoto falls back to the bed, having you lay on his chest as you both catch your breath, not wanting to break the connection. You had never felt more connected to anyone in your life.

His cool fingers trail up and down your spine. As the world slowly came back into focus you could make out Shoto’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Such a sweet girl, my sweet baby, so good for me, so perfect.” He whispers, his voice hoarse.

You had no idea how long you laid on his chest, his hands gently scratching your back as he continued to praise you. His hands eventually landed on your hips and he tenderly lifted you, sliding out from you. A weak cry slips from your mouth at the broken connection.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere,” He assures before wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel his cum begin to leak out of your abused hole, but you were too tired to care about the mess it made.

You nuzzled your head into his shoulder, his left side like a space heater eliminating the need for a blanket. You hummed with happiness from the warmth and snuggled in more. It was like you were floating on cloud nine.

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Every part of you

Request: Something just fluffy and domestic would be so nice...missing that old man. Maybe something like baking with him? Fluffy smut or just fluff, I would be really happy to see you write either. 💕

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex, kitchen sex

Words count: 2,4k

Joel Miller x Reader. Insecure Joel. No virus, no apocalypse. Divorced!Joel.

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After his divorce with Sarah’s mother, Joel entered years of celibacy, except for the occasional hookups. He didn’t want to go down that road again, his marriage wasn’t the best one but he loved his wife and expected it to last forever, like they promised each other.

But things changed when he met you over a year ago.

It was one of those nights where his brother Tommy dragged him to a bar. You were there with some friends and the first thing he noticed about you was your smoking hot body. And before he knew it, Tommy brought you to their table to have a drink with them.

It was supposed to be one of those hookups. No strings attached. In the morning, he would’ve left and you probably wouldn’t have never met again.

But he broke rule number one on the first night anyway: never take someone home. He always found a way to go to his partner's place, or at least, found a place to do it, but never at his place. His home.

Until you.

Once you were done, he realized how young and innocent you looked. He could see the struggle on your face, as to whether you should leave or stay. He felt bad about himself and told you to stay. You warmly smiled and faxed yourself under the covers, your warm form curled up against him.

In the morning, he woke up to the smell of coffee and French toast. As you had breakfast together, you told him a bit about yourself and Joel found himself to be interested.

You left your phone number and two weekends later - he spends every two weekends with his daughter - Joel invited you for a drink. Which turned into a few ones. Which turned into taking you home again.

That was over a year ago. Now, you’re moving in with him.

He didn’t expect for it to happen. It’s just that when you mentioned wanting to move out from your crappy apartment, he simply told you to come live with him and Sarah. His teenage daughter is very fond of you, and Joel is deeply in love with you. There’s no reason this could go wrong, is there?

But somehow, it caused your first fight.

It was hard to fit two homes into one, and Joel wasn’t compromising at all. He didn’t want to get rid of anything.

“You have to meet halfway, Jo.” You told him, clearly annoyed.

“I am. I just don’t want to get rid of my couch. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, for starters, mine is fairly new, bigger and way more comfortable. But it’s not just about the couch. It feels like you don’t want me to move in after all,” you said with such sadness in your voice, Joel felt horrible.

“I asked, didn't I?” He answered, defensively.

“Probably because you felt bad about my struggle to find a new place. Just like you felt bad after our first night together.”

“…What?”

“I’m not stupid, Joel. I know you didn’t want me to stay at first.”

“But you did.”

“Well, yeah. Because it was my first time hooking up with someone I just met. And—“ you took a deep breath. “I really don’t want to compliment you right now, but the sex was—mind blowing.”

You obviously were still pretty mad but Joel couldn’t help but smirk in his beard. Sex with you is indeed pretty mind blowing. There’s love, trust, passion, and you’re open-minded concerning his kinks. He never witnessed that before. Actually, he discovered new kinks with you, pretty much like if you were his very own kink.

“Take that smirk off your face. That’s unfair.” You breathed out.

Joel closed the distance between your bodies, and gently kissed your forehead. “Letting you stay that night was the best decision I’ve made in a very long time,” he kissed your nose. “I’ll get rid of the couch.” Then he kissed your lips and moved to your neck. “Let’s ruin it before.”

You chuckled and you did ruin his old couch.

A few weeks later, you were all moved in. Joel was exhausted, he fell asleep on your - extremely - comfortable couch. You covered him with a blanket and took care of the last details before cooking dinner.

Your parents had been owners of a restaurant for the past thirty years, your father being the chef and your mother doing pretty much the rest. You spent most of your time in the establishment as a child, and your father happily shared his know-how with you.

In the past year, Joel had barely spent time in the kitchen, as it became your space. Not that he minded.

He does mind the weight he’d been gaining though.

He woke up to the smell of one of your dishes, two hours after falling asleep. He could hear you doing your thing in the kitchen. He smiled, stretched himself and when his mind seemed awake enough, he joined you.

You felt his strong arms wrapping your middle, and took advantage of your messy bun to plant wet and sloppy kisses in your exposed neck. You felt shivers all the way through your body. “Hi handsome. Sleep well on the couch?”

“Bite me.” He growled against your skin and you chuckled.

“Did that last night.” You said, referring to the bite mark you left right on top of his shoulder. He had made you cum so hard, you didn’t control yourself.

“I love when you mark me.” He whispered in your ear, nipping your ear lobe.

“Good, I’m taking you for a scarification tomorrow. My name, right above your penis.”

“Hmm,” Joel was still planting kisses anywhere he could and you could feel his growing erection against your ass. It was getting really difficult to focus on the marinade in front of you. “I can meet you halfway and agree to get a tattoo.” You laughed but somehow imagined it. It would ruin any relationship for him if you two ever break up. “Only if you do the same, obviously.” He added.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

He hummed in answer and you felt his hand playing with the waistband of your sweatpants. But you slapped his hand away before he could slide it in. “Put your hands to other use for now. Cut the onions for me,” you playfully rubbed your ass against his crotch but only to push him away.

Joel let go of you and looked around to find the onions. “Wow. I like punishment but only if I know what I did wrong.”

You laughed before throwing two onions at him, which he almost missed. As he began to peel them off, you gently grabbed the knife from his hands and squeezed a lemon on the blade. Joel looked at you, lovingly. “There. You won’t cry.” You said, handing him the knife.

“Huh, we’ve been dating for a year and you’re only telling this trick, now? I thought you loved me.” He used his best complaining voice, and he felt your hand slamming against his ass.

“What will we talk about in ten years if I tell you everything now?” You casually asked and it caught Joel off guard. He stayed silent while cutting the onions in small squares and you didn’t push it. You focused on your marinade and checked on the steamed vegetables.

“Are you picturing us still together in ten years?” He finally asked once he was done. He gave you the bowl with the onions in it.

“Well—yeah. Don’t you?” You took the bowl from his hand, preparing the pan in order to cook them.

Joel sighed. It had been a struggle since you two started to date. Your relationship had been so perfect, you had been an amazing partner, it almost feels surreal to me. “I guess my marriage broke a part of me.” He paused, staring at you cooking. “It’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

As you ditched the onions in a hot pan, a soft smile appeared across your face. “That will happen when your alien friends will come to pick you up, in order to bring you back to your home planet.”

Joel couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn’t believe you were real. He stared for a moment. You are so beautiful, young, funny and smart, with the biggest heart. How did he got so lucky?

He jumped on the part of the kitchen plan you weren’t using. “Or when I got so fat from your cooking, you’re not attracted to me anymore.” He finally said and you stopped everything you were doing.

“…what?”

“I gained a few pounds lately.” He confessed, avoiding your eyes this time.

“Yeah so?”

“Oh so you’re agreeing? Not even something like ‘honey that’s crazy, you haven’t changed a bit.’?”

"I'm sorry. Let me do this again.” You took a step back and got into character. “Joel! Are you crazy? You didn’t gain any pounds. Are those masculine magazines making you feel bad, again?”

“Wow. Don’t quit your day job to become an actress.”

You playfully punched his shoulder and he let out an “ouch!”. “But seriously love,” it was your loving and smoothing tone again. “Do you really feel bad about this?”

“Kinda. I’m already older than you, I can’t have that too.”

“Baby,” you settled between his legs and tiptoed to kiss him softly. “You’re perfect to me. I don’t care about your age, your weight, your height, the size of your—okay that, I do care but still.”

Never a woman made him laugh like you manage to. No matter the subject, the time of the day, his mood or your mood, you’re always able to bring a smile to his face. He’s so in love with you. “Do you get my point or do I have to take you upstairs to show it to you?” You stroked his beard and Joel leaned into your touch, humming in content.

“I won’t mind the show. But I’d rather have you showing me—here.”

“I better stop cooking and focus on my other hobby then.” You turned off everything and invited him to get down. “My favorite actually.” You whispered, before kissing him gently.

“Please do.” He pleaded, sticking out his tongue in order to meet yours.

As you kissed, you brought him against the wall of the kitchen. He moaned at your sudden dominance, and you felt his semi hard cock against your belly. Joel tried to travel under your tank top with his hands but you prevented him access. You quickly worked taking his tee-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Your lips immediately crashed against his hairy chest, while your hands were softly caressing it. “I love you, Joel.” you whispered against his skin. “I love every part of you that you don’t.”

It was overwhelming. Never in his life has Joel felt this loved, this attractive. It was such a mix of feelings, he could have cried on the spot as well as fucked you senseless. But he only stood there, panting hard as you were taking his sweatpants and briefs off. He stepped out and you threw it away, next to his shirt. He was dying to undress you, to feel your smooth skin against his, but he knew better.

You kneeled in front of you, taking his hard member in your hand. You looked up to him with your big and loving E/C eyes. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of,” you said. “Call me crazy but I’d follow you to your damn home planet.” you confess, referring to what you said a moment ago.

Joel intensely stared at your mouth when you gave him a first lick. This view was so damn perfect.

You teasingly played with your tongue against his cock before taking him in your mouth. Joel moaned, deeply and you sucked him for a moment, not taking all of his length yet. Your jaw needed to relax first. No matter the amount of time you’ve seen his cock, you’re always amazed about how thick and long he is.

Joel’s hand grabbed your hair bun into his fists, guiding you. When you were ready, you took all of him inside your mouth, your nose buried in his pubic hair. “Fuck, baby!” he growled as his cock hit the back of your throat. “God I love your mouth so much.”

You kept going for a moment until you felt his urge growing. Joel was basically facefucking you, thrusting his cock deep inside your mouth. But you weren’t done with him yet, so when only a trail of saliva was connecting you to his length, you took advantage and got back on your feet.

You passionately kissed him, allowing him to taste himself. “Sit on the chair.” You ordered him and Joel obeyed.

You striped in front of him as he was lazily stroking his painfully hard cock. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N.” he said before you straddle his lap.

“So are you, Joel.” He almost didn’t catch that - maybe because a part of him didn’t want to - as you guided his cock into your wet cunt. He was stretching you open, it almost hurt but you kept going until he was fully inside you.

“So fucking tight.” he growled against your neck.

You settled for a slow pace at first. Joel’s face was buried in your chest, assaulting your rounded breasts. One of his hands was in the small of your back, following your hips movements. “You feel so good inside me.” you moaned, your hands buried in his hair. He was so deep inside you, you two almost could hear every time he reached your end. “I’ll never be able to be with anyone else but you.”

His urge was coming back and yours was building up. You quickened the pace, and Joel furiously rubbed your clit with his hand. “Yes Joel, right there!” he looked up at you and crashed his lips on yours. You could feel his fingers digging on your hip, while yours did the same on his scalp.

“I’m gonna cum.” he warned you, thrusting as fast as he could.

“Me, too. Don’t stop,”

“Never.”

It was a closed call but you came practically at the same time, both crying each other’s name.

You stayed in the same position as you and Joel came down from your high. You held him close against you, feeling his cock softening inside you. You were both panting. “Every part of me, huh?” he said.

“Every single one.”

#joel miller x y/n #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us part 2

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ko-fi au: nostoligic summer romance!au hanbin find other ikon aus here

the sun burns your shoulders and the skin of your heel. you stand on it and bear the pain as you look down at hanbin, whose face is covered by one of those three-dollar nude magazines

"get up"

"can't you see i am asleep?"

the wind blows some small wisps of hair around your face - somewhere in the distance, you hear junhoe chase a beachball down the shore as jiwon yells for him to race back to the rest of your friends

"hanbin, you are not wasting your summer spread out like this, not doing anything. you are not a piece of seaweed."

"you sound like my mother"

you nudge his elbow with your toe

"did you finish your graduate school application?"

"yeah, im working on it right now looking at -"

he lifts the magazine off his face and flips to a random page, turning it around to face you

averting your gaze you make a sound of disappointment

"the deadline already passed, the school is giving you an extension because they know you'll be a great addition to the program. does that not mean anything to you?"

hanbin lets the next gust of wind pull the magazine from his weak grip and float it pathetically to his left

the silence is his answer in a way and search his face, now that you can see it properly, for anything else

his dark eyes are void and highlighted by a shadow of darkness.

his lips are chapped.

the scratch he got from face planting in the public pool's changing room last weak is still sitting on his cheek only half-hidden under a kids bandage

"hanbin, this is your future"

you whisper it - like it's your future too

maybe because somewhere subconsciously buried in both your chests. you both know it is.

"i know"

you turn around and take his apathy as the final stake in the ground

after years of caring about him, of one-sided adoration hidden behind affectionate and worried friendship

you have learned the hanbin is more stubborn than an ox - especially when he gives up

when you find yourself walking home back alone - the sun still blasting an uncomfortable heat onto your skin - you try to pretend the overwhelming feeling of crying isn't itching its way out

i can't help him forever, especially if he doesn't want to help himself

hanbin calls three days later

"do you want to go fishing with me and jinhwan?"

"fishing?"

"jinhwan said he's trying new hobbies."

you are silent for a second, a part of you wants to explode.

what are you talking about fishing! the application asks you to finish an entire song. to show your effort! who gives a fuck about fishing!

the other part of you is dormant. uninterested.

jinhwan is already a successful editor, maybe he can help hanbin find the right path better than i can.

"no thanks."

you hang up first, something you've never done with hanbin

you're both balanced in that sense - you are usually soft and forgiving and never want to hurt anyone's feelings. you just want to keep helping and helping until there's nothing left of you.

hanbin is more strict - people have to prove themselves to him otherwise he cuts them off without a qualm.

you get a text a few minutes later from jinhwan:

are you and your husband fighting?

my husband? i didn't know i finally married that millionaire from my dreams.

haha im talking about hanbin

you purse your lips. everyone in the world wants 'us' to happen.

no. we're not fighting. he doesn't want to go to grad school.

so?

your fingers hover over the keyboard. right, so what? not like it's your business to run your friend's life.

but that's not it. something is so wrong. hanbin will work on music till his eyes and ears bleed. why is it that composing one little thing for this application that is just going to better his life so hard? why is he so against it?

leaving jinhwan without an answer, you throw yourself on your bed and tell yourself that you have to break this habit

you've been putting hanbin over yourself since you were both young

getting in trouble with him when in reality you'd done nothing but try to stop him from doing something stupid

staying up with him when he'd go through bouts of bad insomnia

shoving your own secrets and pain down to comfort him about his own

you have your own life, goal, and dreams

it's your fault for somehow always imagining that hanbin would want to be part of them

"can you please talk to hanbin again."

jiwon, junhoe, and donghyuk take up the space in your car as you pull into the parking lot of the local mall

you turn the key in the ignition, jiwon and junhoe are sitting far apart in the back seat, still managing to look cramped and donghyuk looks at you sympathetically from the passenger side

"im not avoiding him."

"you're totally avoiding him."

again. you want to explode and also say nothing at all. why are there expectations on you as his friend and not the other way around?

"have you guys asked him about his grad school application? you all have your futures planned - and he's lost."

jiwon pops his bubble gum at the worst possible moment and junhoe looks awkward without an answer to come out of his big mouth.

donhyuk puts a hand on your shoulder

"he didn't just give up, you know."

you snort, "it looked that way to me."

opening the door, you step out and tell the little voice in your head that wonders out loud if hanbin needs your help to please shut up

it's two days before the extension deadline. you know this because it pops up as a reminder on your google calendar and you grumble as you delete it.

having his deadlines on my schedule like he's my goddamn boyfriend or something.

you want to enjoy your summer before you go back to school too, so you dig out a big t-shirt and bathing suit to take to the pool

only when you sling the shirt over yourself do you pick at the worn fabric and groan

this is hanbin's isn't it? the coffee stain at the bottom is totally his signature.

someone knocks on the door of your room, half expecting a family member you open it without caution and nearly throw it shut when you see hanbin in the frame

the only thing that stops you from doing so is the look of utter desperation on his face

"hanbin? when is the last time you slept?"

he breaths through his nose and mumbles maybe three or four days ago

you pull him into your room and shut the door, you try to examine him for any other signs of fatigue but he looks otherwise the same

skinny, slightly hunched over and more beautiful than you could ever say out loud in fear of dying on the spot of embarrassment

"is it your insomnia? do you need to go to the doc-"

"i can't compose the song."

you wave your hand to dismiss the sentence, "that doesn't matter right now. you have to take care of your health first and-"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

suddenly irritated with his tone - you snap under the weight of it all

"you cannot blame your inability to finish this application or giving up or not sleeping on me. just because we haven't spoken in a bit-"

"that's not what i meant."

you cross your hands over your chest, you can feel a fire unlike any other of anger lick up your spine

if he is going to pin this on me somehow im going -

"i love you."

"are you crazy?"

you blurt out your words before you really even hear his own. you were expecting him to start spinning some elaborate tale about how not seeing you or you avoiding him had somehow damaged him further

but this is hanbin, and you admit that never has he put the blame on you without you taking it on willingly

so you blink past the initial shock and ask him to repeat himself

he straightens his bad posture, looks at you and sees past the surface level

"i love you. it's making everything else a blur, so i need to tell you."

"you- you should have told me before."

"i thought you'd slap me." he laughs weakly, but it is forced "or that you'd think i was lying to get you off my back about the application."

you soften, your hands uncross and you drop the defensive look on your face

hanbin runs a line from your eyes to your knees

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"i love you too."

the spell of dread that seems to have clung itself into every nook and cranny of hanbin's existence seems to be exorcised when you say those words to him

like a light has entered the part of him that has been pitch black for weeks now

he doesn't kiss you right after you say it, he kisses you two days later when he submits his application with a song he spent thirteen hours on creating

the song is about that light, the kind of easy feeling of being put into the right puzzle with the right person

that's when he kisses you - when he meets the deadline - and you throw your arms around him and the world starts rotating in the right direction again

summer is still left over for you two to enjoy, you rush around the beach with your friends, you go fishing with jinhwan who decides he hates it at some point, and you spend whatever minute you can with hanbin

even if you're with others, your hands are always glued together. you look at him when you think he's distracted. he looks at you regardless, unashamed of the teasing that comes your way

'it finally happened! they realized they're perfect for each other!'

and when you're alone with your legs tangled with his and hanbin's nervous, soft mouth on the slope of your back. that same uncapped love bursts from both of you.

when summer dwindles and hanbin gets an email about his application

he celebrates by pressing you up against the desk and nearly toppling his laptop over

"can i ask you something?" he plays with a strand of your hair after as the sweat sticks you two together "were you so adamant about me getting into grad school because you love me or-"

you rest your chin on his chest and sigh

"yes, but because it'll help you achieve your dreams. and it'll give you a future that's stable. a future that i want for you and-"

you get shy, tucking your face into his skin

"and?"

he asks, but you just kiss him instead.

when it's ten years after - and hanbin has become successful in ways he had never dreamed

you are successful in your own right too

you're equals and your lives are full of each other and your work and everything else

and hanbin realizes when he's looking at rings by himself after work one day what you wanted to say all that time ago

you wanted him to have a good future so that it could tie in with yours

he reminds himself to ask you when he gets home, by what age had you already planned the wedding?

he expects you will stick your tongue out at him when he does, and you do, but he doesn't expect you to cry for half an hour when he pulls the little box out of his pocket.

#nostalgia au #hanbin au #hanbin scenarios #b.i au #b.i scenarios #hanbin #b.i #ikon au #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ko fi commissions #slightly suggestive

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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Which would you say are your favorite fanfics ever? (Levihan ofc)

Okay, I don’t think I’m the best judge of what’s quality or not quality cause I ain’t no writing authority so I cannot vouch for whether you will like these fics or not. But I am a firm believer that good writing makes readers feel things and leaves a lasting impression.

So lemme rephrase the question… What fics left a lasting impression?

So brace yourself for one hell of a ride while I talk about fanworks that just fucked me up in the following ways:

Caused me to irrationally hate one random character

Made me forget something isn’t canon

Made me completely rearrange my day because I completely f-ed myself up.

Made me feel guilty for fucking up the view count because I keep going back there.

Makes me remember the fic as an aesthetic, not as actual words. Like literally I will imagine the setting almost perfectly in my head and like when I try to remember what happened, I don’t really remember the writing style or anything, but I could probably create a sim house about how exactly I imagined the house to look like or the yard to look like.

Changed the way I approach fic reading.

I don’t wanna spoil these fics because I’m assuming people are gonna read it so as much as I wanna make a long ass detailed review about why I love each of them, I won’t. I’ll probably just mention what the hell I was doing when I read the fic and how I completely fucked myself over.

I probably will miss some since I’m just listing these out from the top of my head. So here goes…And I’m only posting completed fics because I’m just that way.

Second chance by @fanmoose12

This is my comfort fic. The first time I read this fic, it was like 4am or 5am in the morning and I remember after reading it once, I read it like 5 more times that day.

This is literally the fic I just randomly open on my computer at work on some incognito tab when I’m just tired from all the shit they make us do at work and this is the random fic that I just open up when I feel like reading. And this is one of the fics I plan on showing my children one day when I explain to them what love is.

This isn’t depressing so I guess it doesn’t fall in the ‘fucked me over’ category but definitely one of the fics I read too many times to count that I remember it scene by scene like some simp.

Partners by fanmoose12

Woops, one exception for WIPs. I just had to post this here because it definitely left a lasting impression.

This was the first AU I have ever read and been invested in and I have been reading fanfiction since before I could remember and I have always stuck to canonverse fics until I got into Levihan.

This fic got me into the AU genre and I have never read AUs in my life before this so I think that says a lot about how much this fic means to me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @someonestolemyshoes

It’s not completely posted in ao3 yet. But since I beta-ed the fic, I finished it long before SSMS posted it but this fic. It started slow so it took me a week of on and off work to get through but I got through the second part of the fic, the last 30,000 words incredibly fast. I vividly remembered reading those last final scenes over breakfast completely in shock while my whole family was there. I literally had to leave the room and take my dog out for a second walk .

I remember the aesthetic of the overall story vividly enough to actually make a moodboard of it and spend a good 1 hour going through country side pics after finishing it. .

Yellow by @ariadneamare

God, this fic. I read this over a day of work. Like breakfast, first few thousand words, Lunch next few thousand words. And I finished the rest before bed and oh god, this is the type of fic that builds a great aesthetic, some lightness and just to fuck you over in the end.

I like to compare it to a longer and AU version of Pristine in terms of how it strings emotions along. I know they’re two completely different fics but the energy of the fic, the stream of emotions on how it strings you along is fairly similar.

This is literally one of those fics where I’m just having a good day, and my mind goes ‘remember that one fic’ and I just wrinkle my nose like ‘yeah THAT FIC’

Pristine by @mannatea

I’m sure everyone has read this, it’s practically a classic and I cannot count the number of people who told me it was depressing and I do not know why I did not believe them. I read this while waiting in line for milk tea. I lost my place in line around the time I finished that last part and just gave up on buying milk tea.

It has this build up, this incredibly fluffy build up which won’t make you think it will end the way it did.

Well. you know a fic is good when you know it’s gonna end a certain way but you allow yourself to get strung along anyway.

A Simple Choice by just-quintessentially-me

This is one of those fics for me that double as an aesthetic piece and a plot piece. I remember INCREDIBLY WELL, the road I was imagining that they were walking through and it satisfied my hurt comfort feels as well. Definitely one of my favorite 115-126 fics and one of the first ones I read in the fandom for sure.

So those are the english fics, I have to Japanese fics that fall in that category.

(For anyone who knows Japanese I guess but I personally think they’re worth a google translate.)

熱に浮く(Feverish Dream)

Classic canon compliant. Hange takes care of Levi when he’s sick fic but there are misunderstandings here, they contemplate their relationship and they are incredibly emotionally constipated here. Definitely one of the classics imo and it feeds my need for hurt/comfort.

前世なんてクソだと言う女と全て忘れた男

(A girl who thinks past lives are not real and a boy who forgot everything)

Hange is a teacher, Levi is a janitor. Hange remembers stuff and Levi doesn’t and just really cute stuff.

I’m pretty sure you guys are tired of me rambling about how much this fic means to me but really, I wrote a Tale of Two Slaves (Which is just brushing 100k words already) because this was just so beautiful it got me into the reincarnation genre.

私の中の少女、あなたの中の少年

(The girl inside me and the boy inside you)

Levi and Hange are exes/childhood friends and they meet again in a matchmaking party. This is just the greatest balance between emotional constipation and love. The premise was just perfect for the type of build up

Closest thing I’m gonna drop to smut here. Will leave my smut recs for another post but I’m low key really still thinking whether or not I should expose myself by dropping my favorite Levihan smut pieces hahaha.

Filo Socmed AUs

A lot of these probably aren’t google translatable since Tagalog google translate sucks but if anyone is interested, most Filo Socmed AUs have a fair amount of English so it’s coherent. I guess? I completely forget though how much is in English and how much is in Tagalog but these are the Filo Socmed AUs I REALLY remember and really go back to.

Vividly Remembered

This one got me blowing my days worth of salary on some meal in a restaurant because I didn’t wanna go back home to my house yet so I remember just crying over a meal while finishing up this fanfiction instead of going home.

Basically a fic where Levi and Hange were together already and were about to get married already but shit happened. I irrationally hate Nanaba because of this Socmed AU. Like everytime I see Nanaba, i think of this Socmed AU and I just hate her again.

Photographs

Levi and Hange are part of the photography club and shit happens. I remember being behind on work because I decided to take a three hour lunch break to finish this AU. This satisfied my sick Levi craving in so many ways (especially after reading Yellow)

Wherein Levi doesn’t have social media accounts and Hange is the class beadle

This last one just has the overall aesthetic of my own university so it really stuck tbh. And the premise of the build up is just incredibly cute.

These are the ones I can remember from the top of my head so I’m sure these are among my favorites. I’ll definitely update this as I read more.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #fanfic recs

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trash-writings · 3 years

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I Don’t Know Your Name

Soft!Phinks x Fem!Reader

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Description: Phinks saves a damsel in distress and offers her his couch.

Word count: just over 3k

Warnings: Fem!Reader, vaginal sex, oral (m. receiving), a mugging??

“See ya later,-----!” Your friend squeals before crossing the street, her hands clinging desperately to her girlfriend who might as well be holding her up. Her words are full of glee, the alcohol hitting her harder than anyone else, but what else was new? You knew agreeing to go out with her tonight would end like this.

You don’t mind, it’s too funny how predictable she is at this point. The evening was fun, despite the lightweight you call your friend. You drop your dead phone into your small purse that barely holds it, your lip gloss, and cardholder. It died some time ago, but you still clung to it in the last hour since you’d left the club, not really sure why but feeling more comfortable with it than without.

Walking home at night was one of the few times you’ve felt truly vulnerable to the world. Every day you work hard and take on nearly everything life can throw at you with no fear. However, at night it crumbles. The nighttime has a way of pushing harder on the realities of different situations, but none quite like walking home alone. The faster you walk, the longer it seems it take. The entire act seeming to worsen the more time you spend outdoors.

Just make it home. Just make it another two blocks. No one is following you. Everything is okay.

The moment your apartment complex comes into sight you let out a sigh of relief, body immediately relaxing as your tense muscles let go and you breathe slower. Opening your small purse, you locate the access keycard to the building, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk before approaching the door.

Ass you look through the card holder in your bag, you don’t hear the rustling coming from the nearby where your buildings dumpsters are located. Finding the keycard, you walk to the front door, preparing to slide it through the slot to get in. As you reach up, someone grabs your bag, trying to pull it off your shoulder.

“Hey, what the fuck!” You yell, reacting quickly and turning to grab ahold of your bag, dropping your keycard. “Stop it, what are you doing?”

The man looks out of it, and you know he might not even know what he’s doing completely. However, that doesn’t mean he can just run off with your things.

“Let go of my fucking bag!” You yell again starting to worry he won’t let go. He’s larger than you, towering over you making you worry that he could hurt you if he really tried. “I said, let go!”

“What’s going on here?” Another voice comes from behind you, the door to your building opening.

Before you can answer, the vigilante punches the man trying to swipe your bag. He lets go, reaching for his now sore cheek, and falls om his back down to the sidewalk. Looking around, you can’t find your keycard, and you realize the man is now gone too, probably with your card.

“I’m sorry you had to do that,” you mutter accepting your fate and wondering how long of a walk it will be to get to your closest friends place for the night. “I think he ran off with my card though,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

Looking up you find a tall blonde, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the front of your complex. He doesn’t look irritated, in fact you can barely tell he even saved you from being robbed, well… robbed more than you have been tonight.

“Thank you,” you tell him, and he nods.

“Are you alright?” His voice is nearly toneless, but his eyes are intensely looking at you, like you’d disappear if he looks away even for a second.

“Uh, yeah I guess so. I’m going to just go to my friend’s place since that dude took my card to the doors.” You tell him.

“Do you want me to walk you there?” He asks, blowing out a large cloud of smoke. He puts out the unfinished cigarette on the brick wall of the complex.

You consider it, but the walk is far, and you don’t want to be a further bother to him. “It’s fine, I’m sure I can make it-“

“Or I could just let you inside. I live here too,” he slides his card and opens the door.

“What about my apartment though? I can’t get inside without my card.”

“Oh,” his cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink. “I uh, my couch is big and comfortable.”

You don’t reply, the idea seeming absurd at first. However, it is late and you’re tired. It’s not like he is insisting you stay, and he has helped you out enough tonight you can’t imagine why he’d turn into a creep this long after the initial incident.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind walking. I don’t want to bother you anymore-“

“It’s fine, come on.” He holds the door open further and you walk in with him. He presses the button for the elevator, ironically enough on the same floor of your apartment. You’d never seen him before in the hall, so maybe he had just moved in and you never noticed.

“Did you move here recently? I’ve never seen you around.”

“No not really.” He answers, not giving you much to work with conversation wise. ‘

You nod, feeling more awkward than before. He must just not like to be friendly with neighbors, which you understand. It’s a lot of hassle and often for no reason. But since he offered you a place to sleep, he has to be at least a little bit hospitable.

“I’ve only been here for a few months,” you tell him hoping he will open up some. Or else this night might just be a lost cause.

“Are you enjoying it?” It sounds forced, and exhausted. He doesn’t want to talk.

“Yeah,” you reply and decide to not force it any longer. Eventually the elevator opens, and he guides you down the hall to his apartment. He lives several down from you, so you see why you’ve never seen him before.

He unlocks his door, letting you walk in first into the dark apartment. Switching on the light you’re surprised to see it’s decorated nicely, and not the typical bachelor pad you’ve seen all too many times. He has a large sectional couch, that looks comfortable enough. Your feet are aching in your heels, and your body is finally catching up to ally our activity tonight at the club.

“Thanks again for letting me stay,” you tell him taking off your heels and setting them down by the door.

“No problem. Make yourself comfortable.” He locks the door, then removes his shoes and heads towards his bedroom. The layout of his apartment is the exact same as yours, place like this always have identical set ups… but it’s still funny being in a place that is like yours but somehow completely different.

You sit down on the couch, getting a feel for your bed for the evening. However, you realize your jeans and bodysuit aren’t going to be the most comfortable thing to sleep in. Plus, you’d really like to shower. At this point he might just think you’re needy, so you don’t want to bother him.

“Hey,” his voice startles you. You turn your head and see he’s changed now. Instead of his track pants and matching jacket he’s now in red and black pajama pants and no shirt. Your eyes graze over his body, trying your best to not make the glances known to him. “I thought you might want to shower… and here are some clothes that might be more comfortable. The bathroom is through my bedroom. I can wait in here while you shower if you want.”

You’re shocked he knew to do this, but he doesn’t give off much. For all you know he’s really caring and just bad at showing it. You stand up, taking the clothes from him. “Thank you, I really appreciate this.”

A pink flush spreads across his nose and cheeks, and you grin again. He looks much softer now inside his home.

“There is a towel on the sink for you. If you need another one, just look in the closet in the bathroom. I just set out one and a washcloth for you.”

You nod, heading towards the bathroom. His gesture is so much kinder than you expected. It’s hard to not keep thinking about it as you shower, happy to see he has more than just the bare minimum three in one product for you to use. As you get dressed you like how large his t-shirt is on you, and even the pajama bottoms need tied rather tight to stay on your waist and the legs cuffed so you don’t trip while wearing them.

When you finally emerge from his bathroom, and bedroom, you find he’s watching a movie on the couch. He doesn’t notice you’ve come out, so you quietly set your clothes down on the end table by the couch and gently sit on the other end of the couch.

“Thank you for letting me borrow these,” you tell him, and he smiles at you.

“They look good on you,” he mutters, the looks away immediately. Did he mean to let that slip out?

“Thanks,” you pull your knees to your chest and rest against the back of the couch.

“Do you want to watch something else? Or I can just go to bed and let you sleep?”

“You’re fine. This is your place. I’m happy watching tv with you.” He doesn’t reply, but relaxes back onto the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. You watch the movie, not surprised to see it’s full of action and a ridiculous amount of fighting. You find it hard to stay awake, dosing off and eventually deciding to just stretch out on the couch.

Your head rests next to Phinks, his lap just a centimeter or so from you. When his fingers stroke through your hair, you don’t reject him. The warm comforting feeling welcome, but also lighting your body on fire. No longer tired, your eyes stay wide open. You want to enjoy every bit of this feeling.

“I’m glad you didn’t get hurt tonight.” He says softly, turning the movie off. “I’m glad I was there.” You don’t know what to say, this so much more forward than you’d expect. Frankly, everything with him has been so much more than you’d expect.

“I don’t even know your name.” You say aloud, realizing the horror in that sentence. You’re really staying with a complete stranger.

“It’s Phinks.” He tells you.

“I’m -----.” You tell him as his fingers graze your cheek.

“Pretty name,” he says before pulling his hand away. He stands up and you sit up quickly, grabbing his hand.

“Where are you going?” Your eyes desperately search his face for answers. Obviously, he is going to bed, but you realize now you don’t want him to leave you alone.

“Do you want me to stay in here with you?”

“I… Uh, I-“ it’s so dumb to admit, you think. You do, but is this even appropriate? Before you can finish, he’s sitting down and pulling you into him. Your lips just millimeters from his as you straddle his lap.

“Just say the words, pretty girl.”

“I want you,” you whisper against his lips and he closes the distance. His lips are warm and delightfully soft. As you kiss him, his hands slip under your—no, his shirt and his fingers softly squeeze your waist. The roughness of his fingers feels good against your soft skin, making you melt further into his kiss.

He bare chest is warm against your hands, mails lightly scratching at his skin as you use him to steady yourself while you grind against his cock. He’s half hard already, Through the thin pajama pants you both wear, you can feel everything. Each time you grind on him, his cock throbs.

His hands move up your chest, fingers slowly twirling your nipples between them. You moan against his lips, mouth opening for him to slip his tongue inside. You welcome him, and slide your hands dragging down his smooth chest, making sure to feel his hard toned body as you go. It’s hard to drag your hands away from his abs, wanting to feel each and every one before grabbing his waist band. You break away from his lips, a string of saliva keeping you connected and making you giggle.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, removing his hands from your breasts.

“Oh, no… I just,” you slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, “want to thank you for saving me earlier.” You kiss just below his navel, blond hair tickling your lips. He shivers as your lips tease down his happy trail, your tongue leaving a shiny path in its wake.

As you tug on the waistband of his pants, he bucks his hips letting you take them off him. Dropping them around his ankles, his cock now standing ready for your hand to grasp. You take him in your hand, kissing the tip before spreading your lips around it, your tongue swirling around the head.

He grabs the couch cushion as you start to take more of his thick length into your mouth. His moans are soft, barely audible unless you’re trying hard to listen. Stroking his cock as you bob your head you elicit a louder moan.

He reaches up, grabbing you by your hair and pulling you off his cock. “That feels so fucking good,” he leans down and kisses you sloppily. Pulling your head forward he makes you stand up in front of him so he can undress you from the waist down. You grab the hem of his shirt you’re wearing, starting to take it off and he smacks your hands.

“I like the idea of fucking you in that,” he says as he pulls your panties down below your knees. You step out of them and straddle him on the couch once more. His fingers tease your clit, making your eyes flutter shut as you lean forward into his body.

“Fee’s s’good,” you moan slurring your words together and starting to rolls your hips on his fingers, forcing more friction. As his middle and index fingers push inside of your cunt, you can’t help but let out a long whine. “M-more,” you groan holding onto his shoulders, your nails biting into his skin.

“Use your words like a big girl,” he tells you with a deep chuckle.

“I want your cock,” you tell him, and he smiles. Pulling his fingers out of you, he uses the coating on his fingers to lubricate his cock before fucking into you. He holds your hips down, throwing his head back and moaning as your walls stretch around him.

He’s so thick it hurts to move just yet, so you’re happy he’s holding you still and enjoying you. You roll your hips once and moan out, trying to hold back your cries as you stretch getting acquainted with him inside of you. A long hissing sound leaves Phinks’ lips as he digs his fingers into your ass, starting to bounce you on him.

Each time you come down; he thrusts up to meet you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix and making you see stars and cry out. Each one of your cries encourages Phinks more util he’s bouncing you as hard and fast as he can, your thighs shaking as you try to keep up with his relentless demands. Given, he’s doing most the work, extraordinarily, but it’s becoming harder and harder for you to hold back and you fear your orgasm is approaching to fast.

“Sl-slow down, ‘g-gonna cum!” you cry out as your head falls onto his shoulder.

“Cum then, baby” he orders fucking you harder, his fingers digging deep into your skin. You know you’ll have bruises that’ll bother you when you sit, but who are you to ask him to stop when he’s fucking you this good?

Your orgasm hits you hard, your body sinking onto Phinks, unable to hold your composure on top of him. He fucks you through it, your moans no longer taking shape of any word, just incoherent blubbering. He chuckles hearing it, your body feeling nice and pliant above him.

“Feel good?” He asks, a laugh still hinting in his voice.

You nod as he slows down, pushing you up off of him, and flipping you on your back onto the couch. You’re so pliable now that your first orgasm tore through you, that you barely notice he’s already pushed your knees to your chest and pined your hands above your head as he fucks into you from above.

He’s much rougher now, caring less about your pleasure now that you’ve came once. However, your moans encourage him. His cock hits inside of you at the perfect angle, your body crumbling into mush as you feel a second orgasm begin to simmer deep inside your gut. HE’s so intense, his thrusts sending you over the edge so soon after your first.

Your toes curl and a loud cry leaves your lips until it’s broken moans and silence from you. Too tired and throat too sore to make noise. He lets go of your hands, and grasps tight on your shoulder as he fucks you through his orgasm, cumming with you and filling you up with his cum.

He stops abruptly, pulling out of you and sitting down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You sit up, and slip the pants he gave you underneath you as not to stain his couch with his cum. You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep here,” he tells you nudging you off with his shoulder. Is he kicking you out? Of all the disgusting ways to get someone to sleep with them, this has to be one of the worst.

“Why, you said I could sleep on your couch… don’t tell me you’re seriously going to kick-“ your voice is raising and your brow furrowing as you begin to get angrier and angrier.

“Chill!” He stops you, his finger covering your lips. “Just go get in my fucking bed, drama queen.”

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iamwestiec · 3 years

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June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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haus-seeblick · 3 years

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Suptober Day 1! “Harvest”

My first ficlet for Suptober! Read under the cut :)

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,218

Tags: Fluff, Disaster Bi Dean Winchester, Daydreaming about hot farmers, Some suggestive language (and swearing), Angelic wheat harvest assistance, The Dom Brow makes an appearance, Sam Ships It, Mini Case Fic

On AO3 here.

“All right,” Dean announces as he stomps into the hospital room, trailing mud with every step. “You’re not gonna have a problem anymore, Randy.”

The man propped up on the hospital bed cushions glares at Dean from under bushy eyebrows. “Well, it’s about time,” he snaps. “First these-- these things terrorize my fields for weeks, then y’all show up and are so useless that they maim me after you’re already on the case, and now I’ve lost the prime window to harvest a year’s worth o’ growth ‘cause I’m laid up in this godforsaken facility. So don’t you tell me I ain’t gonna have a problem anymore.”

Dean sinks down onto the rickety plastic chair next to the bed, moving gingerly to avoid jostling his (probably) dislocated shoulder, courtesy of some extremely vengeful spirits. He fixes Randy with an even gaze.

“Man, I’m sorry about your leg. I am. The spirits had a wider range than we thought and we figured you’d be safe at the house.”

Randy snorts in obvious derision, his scruffy mustache fluttering comically. Dean presses on.

“But, we’ve put them to rest. Your great-grandparents aren’t gonna give you any more grief.” Even if the rest of your family did totally fuck them over.

He stands again, awkwardly, and pats Randy’s good knee. “Sorry about your harvest, though. Can anyone help out? Neighbors? Friends?”

Randy glowers. “I ain’t takin’ no charity.”

Dean quirks his lips and nods. “Right. Take it easy, Randy.” He leaves the still-grumbling farmer behind, following his own trail of mud back down the hallway. A tall janitor lurking around the corner sends him a death glare and Dean tries for an appropriately apologetic smile.

It’s been a real headache of a night.

The pair of spirits haunting Randy Johnson’s wheat fields ended up being way more pissed off than Sam, Dean, and Cas had anticipated. By the time Cas located the heavy brass key to the farmhouse that was apparently tethering the property-line-obsessed spirits to the material plane, Dean and Sam were long out of rock salt. In their retreat, they’d ended up waist-deep in a pebbly creek, splashing and wobbling as they beat off the screeching spirits with crowbars. Dean has an unfortunately-placed boulder to thank for his dislocated shoulder -- he went down hard and clumsy just as Cas reappeared next to the stream, the old key melting dramatically in the bright glow of his palm.

The spirits burned away in a shower of sparks, along with Dean’s dignity.

To top it all off, Dean drew the short straw to go tell Randy the case was closed, and he may have stomped off in a sulky huff before thinking of asking Cas or Sam to put his shoulder right.

Oh, well. At least it’s dealt with. One more night in their more-stained-than-usual motel room, and first thing in the morning they’ll get the hell outta Dodge (almost literally - they’re up in Osborne County).

Dean thinks of a bright July morning on the open road and sighs in relief.

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He doesn’t get his wish.

“I just feel bad, Dean!” Sam protests as Dean gesticulates incredulously at him. (His shoulder was very pleasantly healed by Cas the night before, and if Dean noticed that Cas’ warm hands lingered a little longer on his skin than was technically necessary for a cursory dislocation repair, he didn’t mention it.)

“God, Sammy, yeah, it sucks about the guy’s leg, but maybe if he wasn’t such an asshole to everyone he knows, somebody’d help him out! It’s not-- it can’t be our problem.”

Sam crosses his arms stubbornly. “It’s not about Randy. His fields are part of a huge supply that feeds a ton of people. Do you want people to go hungry, Dean?”

Castiel chooses that moment to materialize directly next to Dean, his nose inches away from Dean’s cheek. He’s holding two steaming cups of coffee and Dean immediately grabs one. Cas squints and tilts his head. “Why does Dean want people to go hungry?”

“Oh my god.” Dean throws his free hand up. “Fine. Fucking fine. We’ll find someone who’s willing to plow the dude’s fields. That’ll be easy.”

Sam opens his big mouth, probably to say something about having faith in humanity, but Cas beats him to it. Still planted firmly in Dean’s bubble, he sends a puff of warm air against Dean’s face as he speaks.

“Oh. I can do it.”

Dean and Sam both look at him. Dean shuffles back a couple steps and wills his eyes away from the guy’s lips. He really spends too much time staring at them.

“Um--” Sam clears his throat. “You can harvest Randy’s wheat?”

“I can plow, yes.” Cas nods firmly. Dean’s first sip of coffee comes spraying back out. He pounds his chest and wheezes.

“Like-- like-- with a combine?”

Cas furrows his brow. “Is that a machine? No, I don’t require machinery. This is a very basic task.”

“Plowing,” Dean says weakly.

“Harvesting,” Cas corrects, tilting his chin down and narrowing his eyes. “Humans have been doing it for a very long time. I used to help, now and again. I can’t imagine the process has changed much.”

Sam slaps his thighs as he stands up from his bed. “Well! Look at that, Dean. Cas doesn’t want people to go hungry.”

Dean flips him off, but it lacks the usual heat.

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An hour later, they find themselves on the edge of a vast, lazily undulating expanse of gold. They’d skirted the north edge of the field extensively while working the spirit case, since the activity was strongest there along the creek, but in his single-minded focus Dean hadn’t really paid much attention to the field itself.

It’s big. Like, squint-into-the-distance-and-you-can’t-see-the-end big.

“You’re really gonna plow all that?” Dean asks, glancing at Cas. The morning sun is turning the tips of Cas’ hair a chestnut gold.

“I will cut down the stalks, separate the grain from the chaff, and deposit the edible grain into a large truck, which apparently takes it where it needs to go,” Cas says matter-of-factly. “I visited Randy early this morning to make sure I knew which truck it was.”

Sam laughs. “Oh yeah? How’d good old Randy take that?”

“He seemed dubious,” Cas says. “And rude. I assured him that despite his unsavory attitude, he would come home to harvested fields.”

“Very angelic of you,” Sam remarks.

“So how’s this gonna go?” Dean lifts a hand to block out the steadily-rising sun. “You gonna be flapping back and forth? Probably not smart to let the locals clock an angel doing the harvest.”

Cas arches an eyebrow at him, somehow gazing down at Dean despite being an inch shorter. “I don’t flap, Dean. I may have wings, but their movement in the ether is beyond your comprehension.”

Dean rolls his eyes and turns his face away in a show of studying the field to the north, but mostly to conceal the flush of his cheeks in response to that eyebrow.

For Christ's sake, keep it together, Winchester.

“I can’t explain to you how it will look,” Cas continues, oblivious. “You’ll just have to watch. Anything you see will be for your eyes only. I guarantee no locals will ‘clock me.’”

Dean looks back just in time to see the tail end of the finger quotes. Cas is staring right at him, that damn eyebrow still up, a subtle challenge, daring Dean to make a move.

Maybe not so oblivious. Asshole.

Dean smiles sweetly and gestures at the wheat. “All right then. Have at it, buddy. Show us what you’ve got.”

With no further ado, Cas is gone. Dean’s left staring through the previously-Cas-occupied space at his brother, who’s grimacing with an air of great suffering.

“What?” Dean demands.

Sam sighs heavily and gazes out over the field. “You two are so weird.”

Dean’s about to respond with something really witty when Sam perks up and points into the distance. “Holy crap, look!”

Dean follows the path of Sam’s outstretched finger and his mouth drops open. On the horizon, at the far end of the field, there’s a cloud. No-- a mini tornado. A golden tornado. A… sparkly tornado?

“What the--” Dean cups his hands around his eyes like blinkers. Even with the glare of the sun blocked out, though, the tornado is just as bright -- a swirling, racing funnel criss-crossing the field way faster than a combine, or even Baby, could drive.

“Why is it-- what’s the sparkly stuff?”

Sam’s squinting too. “I think it’s the pieces of the stalks he’s separating? And they catch the light as they get tossed around.”

The tornado’s already halfway across the field, approaching them steadily. It’s about as tall as an oak tree, and as it gets closer Dean sees that Sam was right: thousands of little stalks and bits of grain and -- what had Cas called it? -- chaff are whirling and flitting amid the twisting golden dust of the tornado. The effect is a bit dizzying, kind of like that ocular migraine Dean had one time as a teenager, when an aura of tiny flashing spots obscured his vision, right there in his eye yet impossible to focus on.

He steps back instinctively, Sam mirroring his movement, when the tornado grows close to them. It whips past, blowing Dean’s jacket open, and where there was once chest-high golden grain, there’s now just dirt littered with aborted stalks.

“Damn,” Dean whispers. He’s seen Cas do all kinds of badass things, of course, but they’ve been more of the smiting and heavy-lifting variety. This is a new level of cool. In a farmer-y way. This, of course, leads Dean’s traitorous brain directly to images of worn flannel stretched tight over biceps; of a blade of hay dangling jauntily from chapped lips; of long, strong fingers gripping a pitchfork--

“--Dean!”

The pleasantly-evolving bubble bursts. Dean twitches as Sam elbows him in the ribs.

“Dude! Cas is done, come on.”

Dean blinks a few times to bring himself back to reality (a reality with wheat-harvesting angel tornados) and realizes that Sam’s heading north along the field to where a normal-sized, non-funnel-cloudy Cas is standing, brushing off his trenchcoat. Dean follows his brother and takes in the scene; the whole field really has been reduced to nothing -- just a flat, dappled expanse.

“Damn, Cas,” he says quietly as he reaches Cas’ side. His voice comes out strained and a little breathless. “That was some good plowing.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Can replies gravely. He tugs on his cuffs and some wheat dust puffs out. “It was an effective harvest. I disguised myself from mortal eyes -- including yours -- as I transported the grain to the truck, but I trust you saw the rest?”

Sam nods enthusiastically and launches straight into a barrage of questions about the physics and techniques and yadda yadda before Dean has to come up with a response. Yeah, I saw it. Yeah, it got me all tingly. That’s normal. He takes a few deliberate, slow breaths to calm the pounding in his chest.

Still tuning Sam out, he zeroes in on a single piece of wheat still stuck in Cas’ hair. It’s poking up toward the blue summer Kansas sky -- a tiny, trembling link between earth and heaven. Dean sidles up to Cas before he can overthink it. He slips his fingers into Cas’ wild, dark hair and plucks the wheat out.

He throws it on the ground. It belongs to the earth.

Sam falls silent with a choked-off laugh and Cas turns his trademark unblinking stare onto Dean. But this time there’s a slight crinkle to the edges of his eyes. A quirk of his lips.

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says again. He reaches out and -- Dean stops breathing -- brushes another piece of wheat out of Dean’s collar. His warm fingers graze Dean’s throat and all Dean can do is watch the little stalk flutter to the ground.

Well. So much for a steady heartbeat.

“Hey, I’ve got stuff in my hair, too,” Sam announces, voice thick with amusement. “Anyone gonna help me out?”

Dean tears his eyes away from the enlightening piece of wheat and points a finger at Sam, leveling him with his sternest shut the fuck up face. He prays his cheeks aren’t flaming.

“If you need assistance, Sam--” Cas says, starting toward him.

“--He’s fine,” Dean interjects hastily. Maybe a little loudly. He coughs to cover it up. Smooth. “Let’s go. I wanna hit the road.”

Sam’s already jogging away before Dean’s done speaking. “I’ve still got the keys,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ll warm up the car. You guys can catch up!”

Cas and Dean are left at the edge of the empty field. Dean rubs his neck and shuffles his feet, acutely aware of Cas’ piercing gaze. It’s nearly warmer than the morning sun. “Uh-- that was really cool, Cas. Thanks for letting us see it.”

“Of course, Dean,” Cas replies, measured and deep. “I enjoyed sharing that with you.”

Wow. All right. Dean needs to get moving or he’s going to explode. But not before filing that particular comment away for extensive mental perusal later, in the privacy of his bedroom.

He flashes a grin and punches Cas’ shoulder. “Come on, farmer angel. Let’s go home.”

#suptober21 #destiel #minific #i had fun with this #this is the first fic I'm ever posting y'all!#happy harvest

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tatooedlaura-blog · 3 years

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End of the Road

post-Redux/Redux 2

... their moments ... from now on ... Our Moments: Chapter 1: Five Words (post-Leonard Betts) Chapter 2: Sidebar Nonsense (post-Memento Mori) Chapter 3: Interim (floating somewhere around Unrequited) Chapter 4: Max 2.0 (post-Tempus Fugit/Max) Chapter 5: Shadowed Grey Eyes Chapter 6: The Warmest Thing I Own Chapter 7: Fancy Paper Napkins Chapter 8: End of the Road (post-Redux/Redux 2)

@today-in-fic

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He put her through hell the next two weeks and finally, seeing her on the other side of the hospital window, he splintered, leaning forward, unable to breath, overwhelming sorrow manifesting in yelled demands of people who couldn’t answer his pleas.

He thought he was quiet at her bedside that night, the world bearing down on both of them, but as he sobbed into her sheets, he felt her hand drift though his hair, nails lightly scratching scalp, “it might be a little tight, but I think we’ll both fit if we try.”

Mess that he was, he stood, dragged his hands over his face to clear away at least some of the nonsense before disappearing to blow his nose on some toilet paper from the bathroom. Coming back in, he shuffled towards her, whispering, “I snuck in. What if I fall asleep and can’t sneak back out?”

“I’m dying, Mulder. I can do what I want and right now, I want you in here with me.”

Deep breath of acceptance at her now-undeniable retort, he did as ordered, wedging himself behind her, back to front, arm hesitant over her belly, full length curl around her. He could feel her ribs against his forearm, her bony hip under his elbow, sharp shoulder blades pressing his chest, “we need to get you a milkshake.”

“If I could keep one down, I’d send you right now but puking up ice cream will just ruin it.”

“I see your point.” Sniffing latent snot back up his nose, he apologized, then, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Soaking up his warmth like a sponge, “I’m not sleeping that well these days anyway, and …” running off into oblivion, she finished the sentence a moment later, “well, I’d rather spend all the time I can with you, even if it’s at whatever the hell time it is and in a hospital bed.”

“A good cuddle does have its merits.”

That got a smile from her, “thank you.”

“For what?”

This time she found the words she couldn’t after he made her dinner, “for doing all those things that a partner would do; that a husband, a best friend, that family would do.”

Well, that made his heart break for the hundredth time that day, and mouth to neck yet again, his words rustled her hair and vibrated her soul, “well, you are my partner and my best friend, which makes us family and I think I fit the category of work husband so I’ve got all the bases covered.”

Reaching for his hand, she pulled it up to her face, kissing his knuckles before tucking it under her cheek, “we need to talk about a few things.”

“No, we really don’t.”

“Yes, we do. Let me take the fall, please? I need to know you’re okay once I’m gone.”

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

“We can have that argument tomorrow. Right now, just let me enjoy this, all right?”

She heard his mental screams of ‘Stop It!’ and she did, nodding against his hand, “all right but tomorrow, you’re listening to me.”

Wanting to cocoon her, tuck her inside himself, hide her away so the cancer and the fear and the reality of it all couldn’t find her, he hugged her closer, spooned behind her tight, “maybe.” That’s as good as she would get tonight and accepting it, she did her best to forget everything but the moment. A pleasant ‘hmm’ purred out a minute later and, hearing it as well as feeling it against his chest, “what was that for?”

Not realizing she’d made the sound until it was too late, “living in my moment, Mulder.”

“Our moment.”

For half a second, she wanted to cry, “You’re right. Our moment.”

&&&&&&&&&

He was gone when she woke up, the nurse checking on her telling her quietly, “he snuck out about 20 minutes ago.” Seeing her still sleepy look of disappointment, she smiled, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you; he’ll be back.”

Alone a moment later, she tried to work herself into a rage because he left without saying good-bye and without talking to her like she’d asked but, in the end, it was Mulder and she really should have expected it. Returning to her side, facing the door, she shut her eyes, imagining he was still behind her.

&&&&&&&&&&

He appeared the next day, glass vial offering a last-ditch effort in his fight to save her. He watched her argue with her family, fight her doctors, grasp onto a fading hope without which, she would be forced to make him sit, discuss funeral arrangements, ask him to give up while holding her hand.

&&&&&&&&&&

First Skinner left her room, then her brother, then, finally, Maggie, who gave him a hug and told him, without words but the slightest of head nods, that Scully was inside waiting for him. He gave it another minute, still processing, still gripping the bloody picture, still marveling at the news that was, indeed, real.

Opening her door slowly, the first thing he saw was not a smile but her piercing gaze that ranged in interpretation, over the years, from raging irritation to unbridled happiness. Todays was more of a confused relief bordering on reserved elation, “Mom says you’ve been sitting in the hallway.”

“Your mother deserved the first hug.”

“Are you going to be my third?”

“Patience, woman. I give you a hug now, we’ll both be crying for the next hour.” Shooting her his first mischievous grin in months, “I am breaking all kinds of rules still being here. Three people have asked me to leave already.”

She’d been prepared to talk for a few minutes, then go to sleep but suddenly, that wasn’t cutting it anymore, “You want to go for a drive?”

Finally approaching her, he pressed his thighs against the edge of the bed, leaning just enough forward but keeping his hands in his pockets, schoolboy asking a question of his favorite girl, “your place or mine?”

She hadn’t even thought that far ahead in the discussion but now that it was out there, hanging in the air, she gave him a smile, “your place. We haven’t been there in awhile.”

“Luckily I just changed the sheets a few days ago.”

Holding eye contact, swearing for one second she could actually see into his soul, she found herself moving her legs, bumping into Mulder as she sat upright, slid off the bed, “go find me my clothes.”

They didn’t so much sneak from the hospital as walk out, quietly, Scully’s bag in Mulder’s one hand, Mulder’s other on her back, pressed to muscle and bone, fingers loose-gripping the back of her shirt. No one said a word, elevator their immediate destination, anywhere else in the world their quest. The air was balmy, the breeze light, and Scully stopped the moment the automatic doors shut behind her, inhaling deep.

Mulder, nearly knocking her over, suddenly panicked, “what? What’s wrong?”

Her head spun, giddy and light, “just … overwhelmed for a minute.”

“Do you need to go back inside?”

Shaking her head vehemently, “no … no, I just … your place, please.”

“Food first?”

“No. I … that’s too much right now.” Looking up at her partner, suddenly exhausted, “a bed would be nice and some drugs when we get to your place.”

“Home it is, then.” He valeted the car, tucked her inside, and drove away, aiming towards his apartment. She was dozing by the second turn and fully asleep by the time he pulled up to the curb. Crouching beside her open passenger door, hand on thigh, voice low, he began coaxing her in a soft voice reserved for just such occasions, “hey, Scully? Wake up. We’re here and you’ve gotta stay awake long enough to deal with the front steps and the elevator.”

Blinking her eyes open, they rolled around for a moment before focusing, “okay. Don’t let me fall down.”

“Never.”

He wanted to laugh at her swaying walk, likening it to her drunken trek a year ago at her mother’s surprise birthday party. Not saying that aloud, however, he steered her to his door then inside.

He set her bag down, then took her coat, hanging it before heading toward the kitchen for a glass of water so she could take her meds and lay down. Asking over his shoulder what type of pain killer she wanted, he glanced back when she didn’t answer. Finding her still rooted to her spot beside the hat rack, he stopped, took in the tears already rolling, then held out his hand, waving her towards him, “come here.” She did, shuffling, leaving shoes behind and walking into him, the collision backing him up a few steps. Accepting the momentum, he continued moving, sitting down on the arm of the couch, level with her now, arms tight around her neck, her face hidden in his shirt, “what’s wrong?”

“It can’t be real, Mulder. It can’t. It shouldn’t have worked.”

“But it did. You saw the scans.”

“But what if I go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and it’s back?”

Shifting her away, he settled hands on cheeks, thumbs against eyebrows, painting over them lightly, absently, as he tilted her head to meet her tear-y gaze, “it won’t be but if it is, but it won’t be, we will figure it out … together … all right? We got here once and we can do it again … but we won’t have to, so don’t worry about it.”

Her hands were around his wrists, “I think you just gave me a headache.”

“I’ve been giving you headaches for four years now. What’s new?”

“This.” Leaning in, she kissed him, barely brushing his lips but setting his world on fire in the process, “I’ve got, to sound trite, a new lease on life and I’m not wasting it.” Kissing him again, before swaying dangerously to one side, “but I am going to ask that we sleep through a little bit of it because if I don’t lay down soon, I’m going to end up on your floor.”

He wiped the few remaining tears from her cheeks before he kissed her back, light but claiming, “do you mind some company?”

“I have never minded your company.” Yawning, she turned white, an immediate sweat beading on her upper lip, “but I need to lay down … now.”

Walking her to the bed, he gave her a shirt and some shorts, some drugs and a glass of water, then, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Returning with a second blanket, he found her curled, body imprint stamped on ‘her’ side of the bed forevermore. His giddiness in the moment nearly made him laugh but containing it, he settled beside her, spare blanket at their feet. His hand went to her forehead, thumb in gentle circles between her eyebrows.

It was gone.

He had her back.

And he wasn’t going to waste a minute of the time they had left.

Which was a lot longer than they’d had mere hours earlier.

He didn’t fall asleep for hours.

Watching her breathe.

&&&&&&&&&&

Neither should have been awake but when Mulder opened his eyes, he found himself staring at an empty pillow and equally empty bed. Squinting towards the dawn-grey living room and the darkened bathroom, he looked over his shoulder, finding his target standing by the open window, leaning on the frame.

Rolling over, he tucked the pillow under his head, yawning, then watching her for a minute before she felt his eyes on her and turned towards him, quiet.

His mind was open and slow, filters off, walls down, and in that very moment, the only thing he had left in the world to say was “I love you.”

Her slow spreading smile lit up the darkening room, thunder rumbling as a storm moved in. It stopped just shy of a full-on grin, then dropped back to slightly upturn lip curl, sigh deep, eyes closing for a moment to collect the proper words from the universe, before sending them drifting across to him slow and steady, “and I … finally have the time … to love you back.”

Mulder’s smile spread at the same speed hers did, pushing into the pillow, squashing face glowing, “is this another one of our moments?”

“They are all our moments from now on, Mulder. All of them.”

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don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you [chapter 2]

CHAPTER TWO: see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night

excerpt below, read whole thing on ao3

Amy doesn't return to the office until after she's spent a good hour at home. First, she showers, washing off yesterday's old makeup and grime and letting the warm water run over her shoulders as she lets the sweet scent of raspberry shower gel replace the vague smell of old beer and sweat. Her back is sore; probably thanks to Jake's lumpy mattress, she thinks, and wonders for a second if she should add buy new mattress to the contract before deciding it’s far too much. That's relationship stuff, and that's point one of the contract; that's not what this is.

She blow-dries her hair and replaces her makeup, taking extra care to try and cover a pink mark that sits just a little too high on her chest before giving up and picking a different shirt instead. Then she fills the biggest coffee cup she has, eats a buttered slice of toast standing up, and feeds her pet fish before rushing back out the door.

She probably looks fresher than most days once she's done, but she's still worried Gina can sense something from her secretary desk as Amy walks in. She raises a brow in greeting like she's actually interested, which is rare in itself, and Amy can feel her eyes on her as she walks into her own office and closes the door behind her.

Amy starts regretting her decision as soon as she's opened a new document. What is she even supposed to name it? Friends with benefits contract is too obvious. FWB-C sounds like code for something. Sex agreement makes her sound like someone who’s read Fifty Shades Of Grey too many times (which really is just once). Jake and Amy is a wedding invitation, Rules too general. She puts her head in her hands, staring at the blinking line, and groans. Then she writes in Jake, looks at that for a moment, and adds stuff after. Not her proudest, but it'll have to do.

Amy’s relieved she doesn't have much work to do today, because she spends every free minute she can come across tweaking details on the document, adding and removing sections to suggest. When she's finally happy with the result, she saves it in a personal folder she can be sure no one’s ever going to open, and praises the office-gods for the fact that she has her own printer.

There’s a faint smell of artificial lemon in the air of Jake’s apartment as he welcomes her in, and the thought that he might have cleaned for her makes Amy blush. It seems unlike him, but the living room area does appear less cluttered to her than it did this morning, so maybe he isn’t totally incapable of it. She still doesn’t want to check his cabinets.

“You cleaned,” she says instead, nodding to the couch that looks almost neat now. “You expecting to get lucky tonight, or something?” Jake’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, but then he shakes his head and points to her outfit. “You’re one to speak.”

All Amy’s done is put on a maroon floral blouse with lower cleavage than she’d ever do for work and put on a touch of pink lipstick, but he’s not completely wrong. She still chooses to ignore him. “I’ve got the contract. Should we do this, then?”

He offers her an orange soda, which she declines, but accepts a mug of Earl Grey tea from a package that seems to have remained unopened since before the brand last changed its design. A hot drink might calm her nerves, she hopes, but it ends up being quite the distracting experience to watch him make it for her. She tries to read through the contract one last time while searching for spelling errors she knows aren't there, her eyes keep being drawn to his hands as he holds the label of the teabag between his thumb and index finger, bobbing the bag a few times with focus once he's finished pouring the water into a New York Knicks mug. It's hard not to think about how those fingers felt dancing across her skin yesterday, massaging the sides of her breasts and holding on to her inner thighs, and it's harder not to imagine what they'd feel like another time –

“Tea,” he interrupts her thoughts by placing the mug in front of her. “Thought maybe you wanted a cup that didn’t say NYPD on it.”

“Well, you're right in that.” She brings it to her lips, almost burning her tongue and hoping he didn't see. “You want to read it on your own, or should I read it to you?”

Jake sits back in the massage chair closest to her, spreading his legs and putting his palms on them before shooting her that disarming smile again. “You read it.”

Amy swallows hard. “Okay. Section one: relationship status. This arrangement only works if we're both single. We’re not bringing more people into this.”

“What about an open relationship?”

“No. Still complicated. This is complicated enough with just us. If either of us gets in an actual relationship, it's over.”

Jake nods. “Cool. Next rule?”

“Section two: appropriate behavior. We're not dating,” she says, pointing first at herself and then at him with the ballpoint pen she brought from work. “So we can't behave like we're dating. Outside of our apartments, we're strictly friends. Or acquaintances. Honestly, it's weird we're even friends.”

“But you admitted we're friends.”

“Sure.” She takes another sip of the tea. “But that means no public flirting, no inappropriate comments, no like, commenting heart or fire emojis on Instagram pictures –”

“Are these rules for you or for me?” Jake winks. “I know my selfies are stunning, but I’m sure you can control yourself.”

“For both of us. Section three: we part in the morning. No exceptions. Staying overnight is okay, but once we wake up, we’re done.”

“What counts as morning in this scenario? I’m not going to have to get up at six a.m., am I?”

“Not unless you stay at my place when I have work.”

“I’ll remember not to do that, then.”

“Great. Section four – protection.”

“You have an entire section on that?” Jake looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

“It’s important!” She exclaims, feeling herself getting defensive. “I have an implant, so we’re safe from pregnancy, but it’s either condoms or you need to get checked.”

Jake nearly spits out some of his orange soda, coughing slightly. “You must be fun at parties.”

“I’m actually a nationally accredited and registered chaperone.”

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter. Are you going to do it or not?”

“Fine. You, then?”

“I will if you want me to.” Amy shrugs. “But I haven’t slept with anyone since my ex, so we should be good.”

Jake’s eyebrows fly up. “Really?”

“That so surprising to you?”

“A little? In the least jerk-ish way possible, you must get, well… offers.”

“People don’t flirt a whole lot with their lawyers,” she says, shifting in her chair and crossing her legs. “And it hasn’t been my focus. Are we good with the contract?”

“Actually, I want to add one more rule.”

“Yeah?”

Jake leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing his biceps through the green shirt with a smug grin. “You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

Amy looks at him for a moment, trying to determine whether or not he’s joking, but he doesn’t waver, so she leans forward and draws a fifth section sign on the blank space left on the document. No developing feelings or this ends, she prints out in capital letters, signing her name on the allotted line.

“Won’t be a problem.”

Jake signs the contract, and Amy tries not to grimace at how messy his signature is as she places the document in a thin plastic folder, promising him a copy tomorrow.

“Cool,” Jake nods. He’s messing up his curls with his right hand again, the way she’s noticed he does when he’s trying to flirt. She wonders if it’s strategy or nerves. “So, are you doing anything else tonight, or...”

“What, contract signing’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“I mean, seeing you in full lawyer mode. It’s not, not hot.”

“Double negation?” Amy scrunches her nose. “Oh, you’re going to have to make that one up to me.”

“Maybe I will,” he says, and she needs only to notice the way his eyes darken to know that it’s on.

Amy can feel her legs still shaking a little as she hails a cab outside Jake's apartment just after, and she closes her eyes in the backseat and wonders how it's possible to feel this amazing, this satisfied from a cocktail of what she knows is mostly dopamine and oxytocin. It still makes her feel all giggly, like she can't stop smiling to herself.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she picks it up to read a text from Jake.

Fucking hell that was SO GOOD.

Maybe this friends with benefits thing won't be so bad after all.

#my writing #b99 #peraltiago #jake x amy #b99 fic #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago fanfiction #there haha hope you enjoy :)

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