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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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A Whiskey & A Dance

A/N: see this post for the picture that inspired this story. This story is a standalone oneshot and is not connected with my other 1940s Bucky stories.

1940s preserum Steve x Bucky x reader (female)

Word Count: 3,033

Warnings: 18+ ONLY for m x m x f (taking turns), protected sex (this is the 40s so I used the word 'rubbers'), loss of virginity (Steve), oral (m receiving), smoking and alcohol, masturbation, language and dirty talk, cumplay, Steve is having thoughts about Bucky that he's trying to understand but there are no overt acts of Stucky in this fic.

By clicking the Read More below, you affirm that you are 18+ as this fic contains adult content!

"Slow down already, punk!" Steve struggled to keep up with Bucky's quick footsteps on the sidewalk, sidestepping the other pedestrians, out of breath and wheezing. "What's the big rush? Afraid you'll miss out on your doll?"

Bucky stopped suddenly on the pavement and Steve ran right into his back, damn near bouncing off. "First off, jerk, she's not a doll. She's a dame." Bucky emphasized the word, drawing it out with a raised eyebrow. "And tonight's not for me. It's for you."

Bucky whirled and took off down the sidewalk again as Steve shook his head, dazed. "For - for me? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you - dancing. Smooching. Maybe more." The mischief on Bucky's face made Steve swallow, hard. He pulls on Bucky's arm to stop him again.

"Buck...you didn't...pay her, did you?"

"Will you listen to yourself?" Bucky pulled his arm from Steve's grip. "No, I didn't pay her. She's not like that. She just likes to have fun. Lots of fun."

Steve can't help himself. "Have you...had fun with her?"

Bucky nods, but it's written all over his face anyway. "Oh yeah."

"What's she like?"

Bucky looks up towards the two stars visible in the Brooklyn sky. "Like heaven, Stevie. Like walking through the gates to heaven."

The dance hall is loud and crowded when they arrive, and Steve's heart is hammering in his chest. He stares listlessly at the bodies moving on the dance floor until Bucky elbows him.

"There she is..."

You're not like any other girl Steve has seen.

You're definitely older than the other girls they know, and Steve doesn't recognize you from when they were in school. Your heels are a little higher, your dress is tighter and your smile is knowing, worldly. Bucky mentioned that you have your own apartment and you work in Manhattan, someone's secretary or something. You're drinking whiskey in a glass stained with the red of your lipstick and Steve's mesmerized by the column of your neck as you lean back to swallow. Bucky's right - you're not a doll, you're a dame. A woman.

"C'mon, Steve, let's dance."

You hand your glass to Bucky and grab Steve's hand and he's afraid for a moment that his palms are too sweaty or that you can hear how hard it is for him to breathe. The music changes from a fast song to a slow one, and you take Steve's hands and put them on your waist, drawing him in close. You're looking at him like he's the only guy in Brooklyn and in that moment nothing else matters - just you and your red lips and your perfume in his nose tickling the back of his throat.

"Bucky said maybe we could go back to my place and have a few drinks." You're whispering in Steve's ear, and you giggle when a shiver runs down his spine, his hands trembling on your waist. "Would you like that, Steve?"

"Y-yeah. Let's go."

You sneak the boys in through a side door, you tell them it's to avoid the nosy landlady. Bucky and Steve tiptoe up the stairs behind you and wait while you unlock the door and then you grab them both by the lapels of their jackets and pull them inside, your giggles floating out into the hallway. Bucky is laughing softly and he ducks his head to kiss the back of your neck while you're locking the door from the inside and Steve wonders again what am I doing here? What's going on?

"Let's have a drink, gentlemen," you kick off your shoes and grab the bottle of whiskey off the counter in the kitchenette. Bucky's taking three glasses out of the cabinet and it's clear he's been here more than once. You take a cigarette from your pack and offer one to Bucky, who takes it but opens a window before lighting yours, and then his.

"Oh," you look over at Steve, "will you be alright with the smoke?"

"He's fine with the window open," Bucky answers, sitting on the couch and leaning his head back, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.

You pour out the whiskey, three glasses neat. The cigarette is perched between your pouting lips and Steve's mesmerized. He's never been in a place like this with a woman like you. You catch him staring and smile, soft and knowing.

"I'm going to get comfortable. Is that alright, Steve?" You ask, voice low as you hand him a glass. Bucky smirks at you when you hand him the other glass.

"Um, sure," Steve answers, taking a tiny sip and wincing at the burn. "I don't mind."

You drink, and Steve's watching your neck as you swallow again, everything about you soft but sophisticated, in Steve's eyes anyway. Putting down your glass and the cigarette in the ashtray, you unbutton your dress with your eyes on Steve the whole time. His mouth goes dry, his body feels numb, and he knows he's staring as your skin is revealed to him but he can't stop himself. You toss your dress on a chair, pick up your cigarette and lounge on the couch, next to Bucky in only your undergarments and stockings.

Steve can't breathe and it has nothing to do with the smoke. Bucky draws lazy circles on the inside of your thigh with his fingertips, and you open your legs wider for him but your eyes are fixed on Steve. You sigh before drawing more smoke into your lungs, exhaling a cloud around you and Bucky that looks like a magic spell hanging in the room.

"Do you want to touch me too?" You ask, quietly, like you're trying not to frighten him off. "I want you to. I like to play." Your lips curl up in a smile, and you put the cigarette in the ashtray again to beckon him forward, crooking your finger with a mischievous giggle. "Come here, Steve. Come and play with us."

Steve's mouth and throat go dry, and he takes a drink but starts coughing when the whiskey burns down his throat. You shake off Bucky's hand and stand up from the couch, walking to Steve and cooing, "oh, sweet baby boy, are you alright?" Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head when you kneel in front of him, rubbing your hands up his thighs closer to where he's suddenly hard in his pants at the sight and presence of you. One of your hands rubs over his clothed cock and his head falls back, his eyes closed as he struggles to control himself.

"Steve," you're whispering, your hands unbuttoning his pants, "I know you want me, and I want you too. Will you let me make you feel good, baby?" A strangled moan escapes from Steve's throat as your hands grasp him and pull him free and he opens his eyes in time to see you lick the head, humming at the taste.

It's too much, and he has no experience and he knows he'll embarrass himself. "I can't - I won't be able to -"

"Yes, you will. Let me take care of you." Your red lips smile at him once more before you take Steve in your mouth, lipstick smearing on his skin and he raises his hips before he can stop himself, completely lost in the warmth of your mouth. You hum again, swirling your tongue and holding his hips, pushing him back down to sit and looking up to catch his eye, looking filthy and beautiful with your mouth full of him. Steve thinks he may have to close his eyes again but then he looks over and sees Bucky.

Bucky - he's unbuttoned his shirt, dog tags laying on his chest. His hair's a mess from how many times he's pushed his fingers through it, his lips are bitten swollen and pink from how aroused he is and his hand is slowly fisting his hard cock, watching you suck Steve further down your throat.

Steve's pretty sure this sinning will be worth a lot more than ten Hail Mary's, but he's in for whatever reckoning is coming his way. He gasps, feeling himself getting too close, but you know too and you pull off, tightening your hand at the base of his cock and holding him off. "I told you," you say breathlessly, "I'd take care of you." You surge up to capture his lips, rubbing off what's left of your lipstick on his mouth. You lick along his bottom lip, and Steve opens his mouth, letting you tangle your tongue with his and tasting himself in your mouth.

Steve's still painfully hard, but he could kiss you all night long. He wants to touch you but he's not sure where to put his hands, finally resting them on your shoulders and pulling you closer. Steve thinks you're about to straddle his lap and he's wondering how he'll control himself with that when you suddenly giggle and pull away from Steve's mouth and he opens his eyes.

Bucky's behind you, his hands smoothing over your skin, his mouth pressing open, wet kisses along the skin on your back and shoulders. "Sorry, sugar," he murmurs into your skin, his nimble fingers pulling the straps down your arms, "I couldn't wait to touch you."

"Bucky," you try to scold, but your voice is light and amused, "you have to be patient. Steve's first, remember?"

Steve watches as Bucky strips you, his eyes following Bucky's hands and breathing hard at every curve revealed to him. Bucky cups your breasts and teases your nipples with his thumbs as you lean your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Bucky," you whine, "you're being bad."

"You love it," he chuckles in your ear, and Steve watches as Bucky slides a hand down to feel you between your legs. "Stevie, she's so wet for us," Bucky licks his lips and winks at his best friend. "Told ya you'd have a good time tonight."

Steve laughs, nervously. Part of him still can't believe he's here, that Bucky would share you with him and give him this experience. But then you're slapping Bucky's hands away with a soft, "behave," and pulling on his dog tags to bring him in for a rough kiss that has Bucky's hands wandering again. "Patience," you breathe out when you break away again. Bucky grins and kisses your forehead before helping you to your feet and extending a hand to Steve as well.

"The lady says you're first, pal," Bucky teases, and you pull Steve to your bed as Bucky follows.

"Why don't you lay down on your back," you tell Steve, pushing him back gently. "I'll take care of you, remember?"

Steve nods, his heart racing. He lays back on the mattress and watches you rummage in the drawer by your bed. You pull out rubbers - you're a real woman - and you straddle Steve with one in your hand. "Do you know what this is?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You smile, and lean over to kiss him, and Steve shivers at the feeling of your bare skin against his. You're so warm and wet between your legs and Steve can't believe this is really happening. "Do you trust me?" You ask, whispering into his ear.

"Yes!" Steve answers quickly, nodding when you sit up and take him in hand, rolling the rubber on and soothing him when he hisses at how sensitive he is. Then you're hovering over him, lining him up and sinking down - and oh shit Bucky was right.

Heaven. Like walking into heaven.

Steve lets his hands slide up your body as you roll your hips, touching all those valleys and curves he watched Bucky touch. He's drinking in your sounds and moans and he's loud too, he can't help it with how good you're making him feel. He fights to keep his eyes open and watch you above him, but he's falling fast and he can't stop himself. "I'm - I can't stop -" he stutters out, biting his lip, and you lean down to hold his hands and rock against him harder.

"You don't have to stop," you tell him, breathing hard, "I want you to feel good, Steve."

You're squeezing him inside you and he can't hold back, filling the rubber with a loud shout. You slow your movements, riding out his orgasm, and you kiss him hard before rolling off to lay on the bed next to him.

Steve's quiet, staring at the ceiling with a grin on his face, and you giggle and curl into his side. He's almost forgotten about Bucky - until he appears at the foot of the bed, rubber already rolled on and pulling at your ankle impatiently.

"Hope you had fun, punk, but now it's my turn."

You laugh, and move to your hands and knees, winking at Bucky over your shoulder before turning your gaze back to Steve.

"Should I go?" Steve asks, unsure, and you shake your head, balancing yourself to reach for his hand.

"No, sweet boy, you stay right there, and if you want to play more we can, but -" your voice is cut off by your moan as Bucky's pushes inside you, his hands gripping your hips. He leans over to brush a kiss to your shoulder before starting a quick and rough pace.

"But it's my turn now," Bucky groans out the words, jaw clenched and lips bitten. His dog tags bounce as he thrusts into you, and you - you're a vision, fists clutching the blanket, back arched, breasts bouncing and when you open your eyes you smile at Steve.

Steve's eyes are wide and he can't stop watching. He can't believe it but he feels himself starting to stir again, and he hurriedly removes and ties off the rubber, tossing it on the floor in a daze. Not like you care where he throws it, because the headboard's banging against the wall now with how hard and fast Bucky is fucking you.

"Can't get enough of you, you know that," Bucky's muttering, and your head falls to the mattress, moaning in response. "Dreaming about you, about fucking you everywhere, getting my head up your skirt and not caring who sees."

Steve can't believe the words coming out of Bucky's mouth, and the wild look in his eyes. Then those eyes drift to him, and Bucky grins, letting go of your hips for a moment to push his hair out of his eyes.

"You like this, Stevie? You like sharing a girl?"

Steve nods, too stunned to speak, and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking as he watches. He's not sure what he wants, but he wants more and he can't stop watching you, or Bucky.

You wail, something's happened and Steve's not sure what. Bucky pulls out of you and rolls you over and your head lands close to Steve's shoulder. You look up at Steve and smile, your eyes glassy and unfocused. Bucky crawls over you and licks a drop of sweat from between your breasts and you whimper. "Gonna cum for me again, baby?" Bucky asks you, softer now.

"Yeah, want more, Buck. Need more." Your voice is rough, and the slight begging tone shoots straight to Steve's cock.

Bucky grins, charming and roguish, and leans down to kiss you before sitting up and positioning himself between your legs again. Steve is mesmerized as he watches Bucky slide inside you again, watches the way Bucky's eyes roll back at the feel of you and watches how your chest rises and falls with the effort to breathe. Steve syncs his strokes with Bucky's thrusts into you, steady but longer this time, dragging in and out of you and making you moan.

You look up at Steve and then back at Bucky, and he understands what you want.

"Touch our girl, Stevie," Bucky says, nodding to him. "Let's make her feel good, huh?"

Steve nods, rolling on his side and figuring as long as he has permission he'll do what he's wanted to all night long. He lowers his head to your breast and sucks your nipple into his mouth, his hand keeping a steady pace over his hardening cock as your whimpers drive him faster and faster. His tongue flicks around you and Bucky suddenly groans.

"She's squeezing me, Stevie, she likes that," he encourages, and Steve lifts his head before moving to the other breast and sees Bucky wet his thumb in his mouth and then start rubbing you on a spot between your legs. You lurch up, back arched, and Steve files that away to ask Bucky about later.

"Bucky! Steve!" You're crying their names, and Bucky speeds up.

"Cum for us, darlin'," he demands, low and husky. "I'm right there with you. Look at Steve, he's gonna paint you up all pretty."

Steve looks at Bucky, and then down at his own hand flying over his cock, and he realizes what Bucky's saying. Is he - is that what he's supposed to do? You're wailing again, eyes closed and mouth open, and Steve shouts, his mess covering your breasts.

"Fuck..." Bucky swears, and thrusts into you twice more before he cums into rubber, pulling out of you slowly and collapsing onto the bed on your other side.

Steve watches you and Bucky, stunned silent. Your eyes open slowly and you look up at Steve, and you start giggling.

"You should see your face right now, Steve. Are you okay?"

Bucky looks over, and snorts. "Punk can't believe his good luck."

Steve smiles at you, sheepish. "Yeah, something like that, I guess."

You lift your hand, cupping Steve's cheek. "Was it a good first time, baby?"

Steve holds his hand on yours, moving to press a kiss to your palm. "Yes."

Bucky removes and ties off his rubber and looks over at Steve. "Do me a favor, grab a cloth from over there," he points, "and help me clean up our girl. She takes care of us, and we take care of her."

You move your other hand to Bucky's cheek, smiling up at him. "You were right. This was a really good idea."

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Kim Taehyung

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐬 & 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ᵖᵗ2 ᵏᵗʰ

you slipped out the bathtub almost immediately as the sinful words spilled from his lips, wrapping the towel around you as tae followed behind. his hands held your waist as he turned you to face him, pulling you towards him.

he hadn't bothered grabbing a towel, leaving a wet trail from the bathroom to the bedroom. taehyung stood before you completely naked, his cock hard from being pressed against your stomach in the tub.

"baby... the mess." you whined at the slippery floor.

he pulled the fabric from around your body, leaving you cold and exposed as he attempted to dry himself playfully, shooting you a large grin once again before kissing you softly.

"the mess can wait princess, let me have you." he managed to breathe out.

his arms snaked around your waist as he held you tight in his arms, pulling you into his chest as his growing unclothed length pressed against your heat, aching from the skin on skin contact. he lifted you up with his hands gripped under your thighs, looping your legs around his waist.

tae kissed up your throat, causing you to throw your head back and letting out a whine for him. your lewd noises were causing his already hard dick to stiffen even more as he hummed while kissing his way up to your lips. you were laid on the bed, making the bedsheets damp as his hands roamed all over your body, making your skin burn and your breath hitch.

"is my baby gonna be a good girl tonight?" he whispered against the skin on your thighs in-between kisses.

"yes... please tae." you moaned, partially being impatient.

"uh... yes what, angel?"

"yes please daddy."

"oh my good girl." he whispered, licking a firm stripe on your pussy. you moaned in utter excitement, reaching forward to take a handful of his hair into your fist. his eyes never left you, he studied your face hard as he let out little grunts while licking your pussy good for you.

with one hand tangled in his hair, you took the other and slapped it against your mouth to silence yourself, as the pleasure nearly had you screaming. within and instant he reached up and dragged your hand away, his eyes looking absolutely furious.

"baby did i say you could do that? i wanna hear you don't you dare keep quiet."

you simply just nodded at him, afraid to speak incase your moans were muffled. he continued licking your glistening folds whilst you let out a loud moan for him, causing him to impatiently push in two of his long fingers into your desperate hole. his swollen lips were sucking your clit, bringing you dangerously close to your high.

not taking his eyes off of you, he watched your body react to his warm touches, he loved watching you jolt and buck up your hips while he was between your thighs. taehyung pulled away as he felt your legs shake, not wanting you to finish without him.

"not yet hunny, not yet." he grunted as he kissed your stomach gently.

"please..." you muttered, stuck in a trance, being unable to focus on anything else but your orgasm that was slipping away by the second.

you held onto his neck as he positioned himself above you, already aligning himself into your entrance.

"ready baby?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

you nodded obediently, still not being entirely ready for the amount of stretching he was going to do to you. his length was long and thick, you couldn't imagine him bottoming out inside you. taehyung pushed himself inside you slowly, silencing you with a sweet kiss as you moaned against his lips.

his hips bucked into you slowly, making sure to be extra careful with your body asif he were worried he were to break it. the pace was painfully slow, you could feel every inch of his shaft filling your tight hole. breathless, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let him keep going at this speed.

a light chuckle escaped his lips as he watched your facial expressions, he could tell you were trying so hard to take what he was giving you, but the stimulation was too much, making the immense pleasure turn into slight pain.

you always were a good girl for him, so obedient.

not once did you complain about the pace, letting him carry on, feeling his hot skin against yours as he gently pecked your cheek, trailing his hands all over your body. he pushed himself in further, filling you to the brim as your tight pussy couldn't bare to take any more of his length.

"is my gorgeous princess going to take all of my cock tonight?" he questioned with a huge smirk across his face. his eyes were dark and full of lust, even in the darkly lit bedroom.

"anything, i'd do anything." you moaned out.

within seconds, his cock was pushed in fully. you couldn't help but to let out a loud shrill, grabbing his body in attempt for him to soothe you. his lips landed on yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hard length lay still inside you, making you feel every single inch.

he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, while cupping your cheeks.

"my good girl, i knew you could do it baby." he praised you.

"such a good angel."

your lip remained in your teeth as a single tear spilled from your eyes. the pleasure was way too much, you felt over stimulated, yet you hadn't even got to cum just yet.

"you can move now, baby." you nodded at him, giving him the go ahead.

his hips ground into you at a comfortable pace, not too quick, not too slow. it was perfect for you both to get the right amount of pleasure, achieving both of your highs. you sucked a dark, red patch onto his neck as he fucked into you, leaving him marked. his perfect brown eyes looked at you with pure love, making you blush under his warm gaze.

being a whiny mess underneath him, you uttered his name countless times. his eyes lit up every time, making his thrusts harder, making you utter and moan louder. he loved hearing his name come from your mouth. especially as he was pleasuring you.

after a few more of taes deep, hard thrusts you came all over his warm length. the knot finally came undone after you held back so much, making you feel relieved.

"ah fuck y/n." he grunted, letting you ride out your high. "pussy so tight for me. so good baby."

seconds after you came, so did he. he released his white strings whilst kissing your neck, softly biting the skin as he filled your pussy with his cum. taehyung left you on the bed, panting and looking all fucked out as he began to clean you up. he gently wiped between your legs with a towel and placed soft kisses either side of your hips to soothe you.

"mmh.." you moaned as his arms looped around your waist, hoisting you up to help you stand.

"let's get you all dressed so i can cuddle you in baby."

he slid your underwear up your thighs as you threw on his tshirt he wore before. you watched him from the bed as he got himself into new underwear and he quickly climbed into bed with you. taes hand rested on your hip as he turned to face you, kissing you gently.

you saw the dark patch on his neck and kissed it for him as he chuckled slightly.

"i think i'm gonna have to call your boss, baby girl."

"huh? why." you said with your arms looped around his neck as you pulled him in closer.

"to tell him to give you more bad days at work, if it means i get to fuck you like that once you're home." he smirked and gave you a cheeky wink.

you giggled and slapped his chest as you felt the end of the bed jolt. yeontan had came back into the room and cuddled up to you both.

"i love you, both of my boys." you smiled at him.

"we love you more baby." he whispered and kissed your forehead, letting you nuzzle into his neck. you could comfortably fall asleep, feeling loved by the two most important people in your life.

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The Same bed - Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2544

Warnings: Fluff, angst, description of blood and injuries, nightmares, slow burn.

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Dean didn't sleep that night, too busy cursing himself for hurting Y/N and simultaneously afraid he may have a nightmare. He had gotten up several times with the intention of going to her room and seeking forgiveness if she'd give it to him, though he wouldn't blame her if she refused. Instead, he'd pace around his room or make it as far as her door before heading to the bathroom to wash his face rather than knocking.

The next night Dean had been too exhausted to stay awake, now accustomed to getting around 8 hours he passed out some time just after 2 in the morning while everyone else slept soundly. Dean managed to get just over an hour of shut-eye before waking up to one of his worst nightmares. He jolted up with a scream though quickly cut himself off as to not wake anyone. Nevertheless, he was half a scream too late as Y/N sat up in her own bed wanting to go check on him but refused due to her own stubbornness.

Dean mumbled a 'son of bitch' before getting up and making his way to the kitchen to get started on some coffee. Dean was given about 2 hours to contemplate his idiocy towards Y/N before his brother found his way to the kitchen.

"Dean?"

"Huh? Hey, morning."

"Man, you look like trash."

"Oh, thanks you're not so bad yourself in the shorts." Sam looked to his running shorts before rolling his eyes.

"You always did give me a hard time for wanting to stay in shape."

"Hunting keeps you in shape, not some little jaunt you do every morning. Hey, speaking of, have you found any new cases seems like forever since we've killed a deserving asshat."

"I've been talking to Jody and Donna, they've got a lead on a vamp nest, said they're heading out in two days and we're more than welcome to tag along."

"So, tomorrow. What time."

"They wanted to hit it just after sundown. So, we would leave tomorrow morning if you're interested."

"Oh, I'm interested, give me some' to kill."

"Dean are you sure you're okay. You usually become self-destructive when you've got something going on, something you need to talk about."

"I'm fine, Sammy."

"I'd mention that Y/N isn't sleeping in your room anymore, but I think that'd just make you mad considering that's probably what's bothering you."

"So much for not mentioning it." Dean swallowed what was left in his coffee cup before washing it and setting it in the dry rack. He made his way back to his room hoping his brother would take the hint and leave for his run, which he did. Once he heard the bunker door shut Dean went back to the kitchen to have another cup of coffee. As he sat down the sound of footsteps padding down the hall alerting him that Y/N had awoken. Dean straightened his posture as she entered the kitchen making her way to the cabinet to fish out a mug without making eye contact.

"Morning Y/N."

"Oh my god! It speaks." She filled her mug before walking out having not looked him in the eyes once. Dean rested his chin in his palm kicking himself for having hurt her. After a deep sigh, he dragged his palm over his face closing his eyes momentarily allowing them some rest from the lights of the bunker. Dean strolled his way to Y/N's room and knocked on her door. He heard her sniffle some before the door swung open, Y/N standing in front of him, eyebrows raised clearly on her last nerve.

"I just wanted to let you know we've got a case tomorrow, with Jody and Donna, we've got to leave early-ish so, you know, you might want to pack today so you're not rushing. Anyway, just keeping you in the loop." Y/N looked at her best friend whose eyes were tired, red, and glossy, staring at the ground in front of him. She missed him, but she didn't know why he was angry at her.

"Thanks." She turned away from him intent on closing her door to block the view of the broken man she so deeply cared about and wanted to help, and he spoke.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?" Dean swallowed trying to think of what he wanted to say to her but came up with nothing. There wasn't anything specific he wanted to tell her in that moment he just wanted to be with her. In the same room sitting next to her, looking at her. He wanted to spend time with his best friend whom he had been missing lately but if there was one person more stubborn than Y/N it was Dean.

"Nothing...nothing." With a sad smile and a sigh, Dean walked to his own room with the aim of avoiding her, once again, all day.

Dean listens as Y/N played her music in her room and smiled when the Grease love song came though it wasn't given a chance to finish before Y/N skipped it. He could hear his brother and Y/N talking in the library during the day occasionally finding something funny as they giggled in unison. He missed having her, missed being the one laughing with her, or even just talking with her.

Nearing the end of the day, Dean made his way out of his room for the first time that to grab a snack before trying his hand at some forty winks, wanting to be rested up before their hunt tomorrow. The energy of the room sizzled to nothing as he entered the kitchen. Sammy and Y/N were sitting next to each other looking at pictures of haircuts on the internet.

"Seriously Sam, I've been cutting my own hair my whole life. Just let me add a little shape to it. A little trim here and there I can make you look like the handsome devil you really are."

"I'm not letting you cut my hair. I don't trust you not to just cut it all off. Besides, I don't—" Both their eyes looked up to Dean as he stood in the doorway observing their interaction. Once he noticed their gaze he moved to the counter, pulling a bowl from the cupboard and reaching for the box of cereal.

"Sam and I made pasta if you're hungry for real food." Dean looked over the noodles as his tummy growled, licking his lips.

"Dean, just have some, we're not gonna finish it. It'll just end up going to waste." He hesitantly looked over his shoulder forcing a smile to Y/N who had the smallest one of her on her face. She watched him as he traded his bowl for a plate. Dean plated himself some of the homemade food before Y/N gestured at the spot in front of herself and Sam along with the parmesan on the table. Dean took a seat not wanting to be impolite more so than he'd already been.

"Anyway, I'm trying to convince Sam to let me trim his hair."

"You're not touching my hair with a ten-foot pole."

"Oh, come on Sam it grows back. You'll see, it'll look really good and you won't even want to grow it back. Won't be in your eyes anymore, won't distract you during hunts, monsters won't be able to grab at it. You know I make a good case."

"Sure. But you're still not cutting my hair." Meanwhile, Dean was silently moaning at the flavours on his plate. Y/N watched as the eldest closed his eyes savouring the taste, before he spoke, displaying his voice to them for the first time since the early morning.

"This is kind of amazing. I don't think I've ever had spaghetti this amazing. What jar did you guys use?" Referring to the sauce that had his taste buds dancing on his tongue.

"Actually, Y/N made the sauce."

"My mum used to make these gigantic pots of spaghetti sauce and freeze it so we could have it whenever we want. I was missing it, so I made some from memory. It's not hers but I think it turned out alright. I know I missed something, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was." Dean looked up, his mouth full, to the women speaking, no longer focusing on him rather in her head desperately searching for the missing ingredient, as he swallowed.

"You made the sauce? From scratch?"

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I mean it's not really that hard just time consuming, you have to let it simmer for a little bit, but I think it's worth it. Once in a while at least."

"You mind if I have more?"

"Go right ahead. Sam and I both already had seconds." Dean finished what was left and helped himself to more before moving back to his spot at the table.

"Sam promised to make me the 'Winchester Surprise' one day? Said you used to make it for him." Sam looked to his brother who reminisced, thinking back to the worst meals he had prepared for his baby brother.

"It was terrible. Sam that's — to repay her for this. Seriously Y/N you won't want to eat anything we make for the rest of your life. It was god awful."

"As much as I believe you because I do, by the description, Sam gave me, oh boy, I'll still be the judge of that." Dean chuckled at her retort missing her effortless comebacks and modesty when it came to the things she was good at, though he found it frustrating when she didn't accept the compliment he'd give her. He wanted her to brag about how many Djinns she could kill in a week, or in this case how good the sauce was instead of saying it wasn't perfect, so he'd done it for her, telling his brother when she would do something 'awesome', as he'd put it, that made him feel proud to call himself her friend. The guilt he felt was sudden and overwhelming. Even after he'd gone days without speaking to her, after pushing her away so abruptly, she was still offering him dinner, the conversation, the casual smile, the eye contact. How he longed for her eye contact. She had always been able to communicate with him with her eyes. He craved her gaze, how her orbs would sparkle when she was happy or grow dark when hooded with anger. But the thing he loved the most about her eyes was the fact that when they looked into his, it was like nothing else mattered. He could see he had her attention, and he wouldn't want to look away.

"I'm—ehem— I'm heading to bed, didn't sleep well last night, gonna try to rest up before our hunt tomorrow." Dean looked to Y/N who had a saddened look on her face, clearly angry and confused as to why Dean wouldn't let her help him. When he noticed the look on her face, he realized his words and quickly made up an excuse for why he couldn't sleep hoping to ease Y/Ns mind indirectly.

"Maybe it was a full moon, could never sleep well during a full moon."

"Full moon was last week Dean." Y/N answered him with an unreadable expression along with it. He didn't respond in an effort to save what dignity he had left. He forced a smile in Y/Ns direction as he passed by, once he'd finished cleaning his dishes.

"You mind telling me what's going on between the two of you Y/N?"

"Honestly Sam I haven't got the slightest."

"I know you two were sharing a bed... was that like—"

"If you're suggesting that we were a thing then no. He slept better when there was someone in the room with him, so I was that someone. Then out of the blue, he got distant and said he didn't need me anymore so." She shrugged not sure how to further explain their recent exchanges. "I know he's not through with the nightmares though because I heard his screams last night. I didn't check on him 'cause I was angry at him saying they were done, and he didn't need me anymore, but it was petty. I wanted him to stew in his nightmare, remember how bad they were before I told him I'd stay. I just don't understand him, I didn't do anything to warrant his actions. I haven't bothered asking why he's mad at me and even if I did, he'd just ignore me some more so what's the point. He's being a child. He's acting like I killed his brother when really all I'm trying to do is cut his hair." Her joke succeeded in lightening the mood as Sam chuckled moving to the sink to clean off his plate.

"You're a good influence on him, you know?"

"Why's that."

"Well for starters, he washed his plate."

"Oh yeah, I yelled at him this one time for leaving a mess, which I'm pretty sure was actually mine from the night before, but he hasn't left dirty dishes since so I guess it all worked out." Sam outright laughed at that before excusing himself to prepare for bedtime.

By the time 8 o'clock rolled around the bunker was silent, everyone in their respective bedrooms reading or watching a little telly before getting some rest. Due to the lack of sleep the nights prior and the upcoming hunt, Dean closed his eyes tight willing the nightmares away as he gripped his sheets. It didn't take him long to doze off though and it didn't last long before he was startled awake by Y/Ns voice. "Dean! Wake up!" She looked terrified, holding Dean down by his shoulders. "You idiot. Get up."

"Y/N? Why? What's—" She dragged him out of bed to the bathroom.

"Look at your hand Dean." She could hear the anger in her voice frustrated with him for refusing her help. The help they both knew would work. Dean looked down at the palm she hadn't grasped as she marched him down the hall like a child in trouble. It was bleeding, trailing down his fingers, shards of dark glass still imbedded in the tender skin of his palm.

"How did—" It came out as a whisper, laced with sleep as he did his best to orientate himself. Y/N turned on the light in the bathroom before forcibly sitting him on the lid of the toilet.

"You must have grabbed the beer bottle on your nightstand in your sleep." Y/N had pulled out the first aid kit they had stored under the sink along with a pair of tweezers, kneeling in front of the older Winchester.

"Y/N you don't have to—"

"I swear Dean if you tell me you don't need my help one more time I swear," she looked up from his palm to glare at him, "I’m going to tie you down until you get past... what ever this is." She didn't break eye contact with him until he nodded, shamefully looking down at the injury he only now started to feel.

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sharkbaitsekki · 4 years

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Emm, dimiclaude idea here, thought I'd throw one out there (don't feel pressured to do it!!) But what if Claude is trying to get Dimitri to chill and says "you're not perfect, just let go and do what you want" and the boi Dima is like "Ok. Ok! I can do this!" and quickly smooches the Claude and mentally Claude's like tHAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT but he's not complaining

“You look way too focused, Dimitri.”

“And perhaps you are not focused enough, Claude.”

There was nothing new about their exchange, the two of them having had the same discussion in various ways over their study session. When Dimitri looked up from his books this time, Claude was balancing his pencil on his upper lip like a mustache. That, at the very least, was a new trick.

“What... are you doing?” he deadpanned, watching as Claude wobbled, trying to keep his balance but ultimately failing. The pencil fell from its spot and Claude snatched it through the air, twirling it between his fingers.

“I’m tired of studying,” he whined in response, leaning his chin in his hand. He tucked his pencil behind his ear like hanging up his weapon on a rack. “We’ve been at this forever.”

“We have been at this for an hour and a half,” Dimitri corrected, unimpressed, “For one hour of which you have been doodling cats on your course notes.”

“I also doodled the Professor and a fish sandwich,” Claude corrected, pointing out the doodles in question, “which, incidentally, I hope we’re not having for lunch today.”

“Claude,” Dimitri chided firmly. “Focus. I did not agree to study with you in order to allow myself a distraction from said studying.”

“And I asked to study with you because you always look too serious and I wanted to loosen you up,” Claude retorted shamelessly, kicking his legs up on top of the table. Dimitri swept them off without missing a beat. “Come on. You’ve really been working hard recently, so you should take a rest.”

“I don’t require rest at the moment,” Dimitri assured him, turning his eyes back down to his papers. “At the moment, I wish to understand the application of this formula in calculating catapult trajectories.”

“I’ll teach it to you,” Claude hummed, jumping off his seat and sauntering over to Dimitri to glance down over the young prince’s back. His lazy eyes sparkled with confidence, which simultaneously comforted and infuriated Dimitri. He made it all seem effortless. “On one condition.”

“What?”

“In return, I just want us to do one thing that you actually wanna do. We could go horseback riding, or go read some novels in the courtyard... doesn’t matter to me. But it has to be something you want to do,” Claude said, leaning on Dimitri’s chair. His knuckles brushed the back of his uniform and even though Dimitri couldn’t feel their warmth through his cape, he felt oddly soothed at the pressure on his back.

“Studying is something that I want to do,” Dimitri replied, and immediately felt how off the sentence sounded. Claude felt it, too, giving him a lopsided grin that said ‘told you so’ in the most obvious way.

“I don’t think that’s quite true,” Claude chuckled knowingly. “My guess is that studying is just something you have to do, considering how seriously you take your princely duties. Aren’t I right?”

“I don’t see how that could be a bad thing,” Dimitri insisted, crossing his arms. “I am simply being responsible. My birthright is not one to be taken lightly, after all.”

“Oh boy...” Sighing dramatically, Claude circled Dimitri again and grabbed his chair, dragging it noisily to Dimitri’s desk and plopping down next to him. At this distance, their shoulders brushed when he leaned into Dimitri’s notes. “Okay, let me show you. Maybe you’ll be a little more willing when this is out of the way.”

“I’m not-”

“Pay attention, Your Princeliness!” Claude chided playfully, and then tapped the paper with his pencil. “You have to start by determining the weight of your projectiles. Look.” He immediately began to scribble in the margin of Dimitri’s notes, and the blonde had no choice but to pay attention to him.

Begrudgingly, he admitted that Claude was an excellent teacher, concise and patient with his explanations and guiding Dimitri into completing the exercise himself. By the time Dimitri figured out the final answer, he felt like he had actually learned how to do things on his own.

“I’ve finished,” he announced with quiet pride in his voice, scribbling the last parts of the answer down hastily.

“Hmm.” Claude’s voice was a little too close, and Dimitri realized that he had leaned in until both of their faces were nearly touching over the assignment. Somehow afraid to ruin it, he tried to quiet his breathing. “Well, you got it. Nicely done.”

“Thank you,” Dimitri murmured, not daring talk too loud in this proximity. His face felt hot for some reason, his eyes darting instinctively to follow the peek of Claude’s tongue through his lips when they became too dry. Claude was also looking at him, eyes glinting with something that Dimitri could not discern, and he looked away in embarrassment. “I... I suppose I should continue this series of exercises now.”

“You already got it right. No need to keep going,” Claude assured him, still not pulling away.

“I must be able to do this on my own,” Dimitri insisted, feeling more and more tense. His heart beat fast, but not like it did in battle. Despite how wired he felt, Dimitri didn’t feel stressed.

“Come on, you’re not perfect.” Claude’s teasing hum vibrated through the air and Dimitri suddenly found himself thinking that he wanted to touch his chest and feel it in his hand. “Dimitri. Just do something you want to do, for once.”

And Dimitri finally felt it, the powerful urge to do just that, to discard expectation and follow his heart into the dark instead. His hands itched and his throat felt tight and he found himself wondering if this sort of anxiety was normal, or simply because of Claude.Claude, whose eyes still hadn’t left Dimitri’s face, still close and contemplative, warm and beckoning and taunting Dimitri to act, to discard his title and his burdens for just one second, just long enough to be himself.

Dimitri kissed him.

He wasn’t sure what ultimately drove him to do it, but without questioning the urge, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Claude’s, soft, unsure, and brief. He couldn’t see Claude’s expression until he drew back and opened his eyes, stunned to note how wide they’d gotten.

“Well then,” the other boy stuttered slightly, licking his lips. The action made Dimitri feel strangely hot. “I... wasn’t expecting that.”

“Is that really not what you were waiting for?” Dimitri asked, a whole new brand of anxiety sitting in his stomach. His once serene heart now felt like a storm in the making. “I-I apologize, I am notoriously bad at reading people and it is something I must improve if I hope to-”

“Dimitri.”

He stopped talking, hanging onto Claude’s every word, watching in anticipation as his stunned expression relaxed into something amused, almost fond.

“Is that really what you wanted to do?” he asked, an easy smile stretching across his face. There was no malice to it, no trickery. Perhaps it was that genuine display that gave Dimitri confidence to continue.

“Yes,” he answered, not expecting his voice to come out so firm. “It was.”

“Well done, then,” Claude chuckled, amused. “So... can I do something I want, now?”

“Yes,” Dimitri murmured, and even before Claude reached him, he had leaned over to meet him halfway. Their lips met again, easier this time, more instinctively.

When he tangled his hands in Claude’s hair to draw him closer, deepening the kiss like a man starved for centuries, the pencil perched behind Claude’s ear clattered to the floor noisily. Dimitri didn’t hear it, instead breathlessly drowning in Claude, listening only for the sounds of his pleasure and realizing that this was something he had both wanted and needed for the longest time.

#dimiclaude #claumitri #im super tired like my eyes are falling shut but i wanted to finish this so pls be lenient #awkard fumbling disaster gay x hopeful but realistic gay caught off guard #bro what if we kissed over the quadratic formula ahaha jk unless...#fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe three houses #fe claude #fe dimitri #cin's writing

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emospritelet · 4 years

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I'm having massive anxiety attacks over COVID-19 so for the promptathon I'd like to submit 14, and I hope it hasnt been done yet. If it was, then 18 ;-) Thank you for doing this!

14: “I’m afraid there’s only one bed”

You know what I’m about...

This is a continuation of Curfew and is inspired by two posts on unusual words by @bibliosauruswrecks

Prompt list here

[AO3]

“Scrabble?” said Belle. “Are you sure?”

When Gold had asked if she wanted to play a game, she had agreed readily. The tiny grin he had and the gleam in his eyes was too intriguing to resist. If she was entirely honest with herself, she had been hoping he would propose something a little more shocking than Scrabble, and told herself off for her libido’s ability to twist the most innocent of statements. Face it, Belle, he was unlikely to suggest a game of who can orgasm the most in a single night. Which is a pity because I bet the answer would be you.

“I thought, as a librarian, you might appreciate it,” said Gold, sliding the box out from the middle of the small pile of board games she had. “Perhaps we can teach each other some new words.”

“Well, I could never object to that,” she said, and he grinned, catching her eye as he stepped past her to the kitchen.

“In that case,” he said. “Perhaps you’d care to make things interesting. A small wager with the spoils to the winner?”

Belle followed him in, watching as he set the box on the table and pulled out her chair.

“What are the stakes?” she asked, and the smile grew, revealing the gold tooth on his lower jaw.

“Oh, I don’t know just yet.”

“You’re expecting me to agree to something without knowing the terms?” she asked flatly, and he shrugged.

“I did say let’s make it interesting.”

She couldn’t quite decide whether he was flirting or not, but either way she was feeling reckless, and she put her hands on her hips, raising her chin.

“Alright, you’re on,” she said defiantly.

“Good. In that case, shall we have another glass of wine?”

“Trying to get me drunk in the hope it’ll put me off my game?” she asked, and he grinned.

“You got me.”

“Well, it won’t work. I’m the Scrabble queen.”

“All hail Your Majesty,” said Gold, bowing his head. “But I won’t be prostrating myself at your feet just yet.”

“Huh.” She took a seat, reaching for the wine bottle. “We’ll see about that.”

“Oh come on!”

Belle huffed in irritation as Gold placed his final tile.

“Blatherskite? Are you serious?”

He smirked.

“Look it up.”

Growling under her breath, Belle reached for her dictionary. It had already been well thumbed during the two games they had played, for words both of them had used. It was one game each, and they were most of the way through the decider. She had been winning. Until Gold broke out ‘blatherskite’, of course. She grumbled when she found the word, and closed the dictionary with a thump.

“Okay, fine,” she said loftily. “You can have that one.”

“Very generous of you.”

Belle drank the rest of her wine, setting down the glass and totting up the score. She was feeling a little light-headed; they had finished one bottle and started on a second, and she had enjoyed their games. Gold was excellent company, highly intelligent, with a dry sense of humour that complemented her own. Sitting across the table from him hadn’t helped her deal with her rising lust, and her attention had wandered on occasion to what he might be hiding underneath those close-fitting suits. Gold seemed oblivious to her desire. Or perhaps he wasn’t remotely interested in her. Now there was a depressing thought.

Shaking her head, she turned to her own tiles, chewing her lip as she studied the board. Gold reached out to pour them some wine, and Belle’s eyes flicked between the tiles and the board. I can’t put that. Seriously, brain, is that all you can come up with?

“Do you forfeit, Miss French?”

Belle glanced up, a blush rising in her cheeks. He was watching her with a tiny grin on his face, lounging in the chair as his long fingers stroked the stem of the wine glass.

“Did you decide on the stakes yet?” she asked, and he shrugged.

“I’m still thinking that one through.”

“Huh. In that case I’m not forfeiting anything.”

She inhaled deeply, reaching for a tile and spelling out O-R-G-A-S-M. Gold raised an eyebrow, his twisted smile growing a little.

“Really?” he drawled. “So early in the game?”

“We don’t all have to work up to a big finish,” she said, and he chuckled.

“Touché.”

Belle totted up her score, then took some more tiles and sat back, pleased with herself. He looked amused, and she took a sip of wine as she watched him studying his own tiles. Okay, I threw him a line and he didn’t run in horror, so that’s something.

“You stuck?” she asked cheerfully, and Gold glanced up.

“Not at all,” he said. “I’m just wondering whether I should spell out something innocuous or follow you into the gutter.”

“Hey, you can have a ton of fun in the gutter.”

“I imagine so.” Fingertips caressed the tops of his tiles. “Very well.”

He used five tiles, expanding on her word to spell out his own: S-Y-N-O-R-G-A-S-M-I-A. Belle sucked in a breath, and he looked up, meeting her gaze.

“Do you want to look that one up?” he asked softly, and she shook her head, her blush deepening.

“No, I know what it means,” she said. “Simultaneous orgasm, right?”

“Mutual pleasure,” he said. “Correct.”

He was still looking at her, and she could feel that low-down tug in her belly as her arousal grew.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to pass the time,” she said, and Gold’s eyes gleamed.

“One of many.”

Belle grinned, enjoying the flirting. Her eyes roved the board as she considered the tiles she had. Early in the game, when her tiles had been little but Qs and Xs, she had resorted to spelling out fell. The excess of vowels she now had would come in useful. Her eyes flicked up to meet Gold’s, and she licked her lips as she selected her tiles, spelling out her chosen word F-E-L-L-A-T-I-O. Gold’s grin turned wicked.

“Really?” he said. “What a promising choice.”

“Another way to pass the time, perhaps,” she said innocently.

“Indeed.”

She scored her word while he looked at his tiles, sitting back when she was done and taking a drink of wine. Gold was still glancing between the board and his tiles.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, and he shrugged, gesturing at her last word.

“I’m afraid I don’t have enough tiles to return the favour,” he said, and Belle giggled.

“Does that mean I win?”

Gold sat back in his chair with a secretive smile on his face.

“Perhaps.”

“You didn’t decide on the stakes in this wager,” she said. “What do I get?”

“What do you want?”

Belle hesitated, her heart thumping. She knew very well what she wanted, but although they had been flirting quite shamelessly for a little while, she didn’t want to make a fool of herself. He was watching her, a glint in his eyes, and she decided to go for it. If she totally misread the situation, she could always blame the wine. She took a deep breath, gesturing at the Scrabble board.

“I - I want to try another way of passing the time,” she said, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Her heart was high in her throat, but Gold smiled, drumming his fingers slowly on the table top.

“Very well,” he said. “In that case, let’s put the board away. It’s getting late.”

“Yes.”

He took a drink, and Belle did the same. Desire was rising in her, making her skin tingle and causing an insistent throb in her groin. Gold set down his glass, the tip of his tongue sweeping across his lips.

“You were very kind to invite me up here tonight,” he said quietly. “I’m grateful you offered me a place to stay.”

“Yeah, about that…” Belle put down her glass. “I’m afraid there’s only one bed.”

“I see.”

His eyebrows twitched, a corner of his mouth pulling upwards.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” he asked softly.

“No.”

“Very well.”

Gold pushed back his chair, getting to his feet, and held out a hand to her.

“Shall we see how many ways we can find to pass the time?”

#sprite's pandemic promptathon #idesignedthefjords #fic: curfew #rumbelle fic #my fic #rumbelle #flirting with scrabble

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sunnyskiesmike · 4 years

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Saving Grace || Michael Clifford AU - Chapter One

Setting: Los Angeles, 2015

TW: Child abuse

Michael twiddled his thumbs nervously as he waited for his girlfriend of three years, Amy, to join him outside of the car. Their black Jeep was parked beneath a small oak tree, morning sunlight reflecting off of the shiny paint. Amy was still scrolling through her phone, transfixed with what was probably some Instagram post or Snapchat story.

Michael's hand reached into his left side pocket, where the small velvet box was concealed. His heart began to pound as he ran his thumb over the smooth material, the reminder of the events to come. He closed his eyes as he recollected the night before.

"Let's go to the park tomorrow morning, Amy." He had said before shoving another forkful of dinner into his mouth. "The weather's supposed to be quite nice, and you and I are both off of work."

Amy had smiled at him. "I'm always up for the park."

Michael was brought back to the present when Amy touched his arm. "You okay, Mikey?" she asked, wrapping her arm around his and leaning her head against his shoulder. Michael swallowed hard.

"Yes, yes I am." he replied, forcing a smile. Amy furrowed her eyebrows, but followed along as he began to lead them down a gravel trail.

Trees decorated both sides of the path, leaves green with the new growth of early spring. Michael loved spring. Everything was so fresh and vibrant; a symbol of new beginnings.

New beginnings.

He led Amy across the wooden bridge that the pair had crossed so many times. They'd had their first kiss here, three years ago to the date. There was no fancy music or cheesy words spoken; just the sound of wind rustling the trees and water rushing below, just as it was today.

Michael felt his stomach rise into his throat as they approached a large oak tree. They'd sat under it many times for picnics, long talks, and even stargazing one night. Something was special about that tree. He wasn't sure if it was the way the leaves fanned out so perfectly that they created a canopy of shade, or how the trunk was so wide that Michael and Amy could sit side-by-side with their backs against it, just to relax. Perhaps it was simply because they sat beneath it when he asked Amy to be his girlfriend. Whatever it was, Michael knew it was the place where he was going to ask.

"Are we going to have another one of our long talks about the meaning of life?" Michael was snapped from his thoughts by Amy's teasing tone. He rolled his eyes playfully and nudged her.

"Not this time." he replied as they crossed from sunlight to shade beneath the tree. His heart began to race yet again, his mouth going dry. Nothing was going to take away this moment from the two of them, absolutely nothing.

"Amy," Michael decided to get straight to the point. "I.... I wanted to tell you that I love you. More than anything, you know that. You've taken these past three years and turned them into something wonderful for me. I only hope you can say the same for yourself. I'd be absolutely lost without you, which is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you." he reached his hand into his pocket to grab the box. Amy's eyes began to sparkle. She knew what was coming. Michael gave a trembling smile.

"Amy," he began as he prepared to kneel. "Will yo-"

His query was cut off by a loud, sharp cry that caused the couple to jump. Amy looked at Michael with a look that said "what the hell?"

Michael turned around to face the trunk of the tree. Another cry, this time softer, came from behind it. He wondered if it was an animal of some sort. What a strange animal, to cause a cry that was almost human.

Amy's natural curiosity took over, and she walked over to investigate. Michael's heart dropped. His moment had been ruined. He hung his head and begrudgingly followed behind her, feeling slightly pissed that some dumb animal would tear away Amy's attention from him.

"Babe," he called. "I'm sure it's no-"

"SH!" Amy hissed, sounding frantic. Michael looked up to see her crouching, absolutely frozen with her hand held out in front of her. Her eyes were locked on something behind the tree with an expression of horror.

"What is it?" Michael whispered, slowing his steps as he came up behind her. She used her other hand to quietly pat the ground beside her. Perplexed, Michael slowly walked around her to sit.

Please be a dog. He thought. It better be a dog.

He peered around the large tree trunk as he sat down. His breath hitched his throat as the subject of Amy's attention came into focus.

A tiny child stared up at them, looking nothing less than petrified. She was an absolute wreck; her clothes were dirty and torn, her hair was matted, her skin was covered with dirt, bruises, and scrapes. She looked like a feral child.

"Oh my God..." Amy whispered, one hand covering her mouth. The child flinched, letting out a scream that caused both adults to jump.

"No, shhhh," Amy soothed, slowly backing away to give the toddler some space. "It's okay, we won't hurt you."

The tiny child furrowed her eyebrows as she stared up at the pair. She seemed to be interested in Michael's unnaturally bright red hair, but her gaze quickly shifted to the ground.

"No hurt Starlin.." she mumbled, her voice delicate, just barely above a whisper.

"Starlin." Michael repeated. "Is that your name, sweetie?" he was now on one knee, crouched down to try and get closer to the child's height. She was tiny, her size making her look no bigger than a year old.

She nodded in response, rocking side to side with her arms folded across her stomach. Michael gave her a kind smile.

"That's a nice name." he replied. "My name is Michael. This girl right here next to me is Amy."

"Where are your parents, honey?" Amy asked. Starlin recoiled at the mention of her mom and dad, her face twisting with fear.

"Bye-bye." was all she responded with. Michael and Amy looked at each other, the same look of confusion written across both of their faces.

"I'm gonna call 911." Amy said, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. She dialed the three numbers before placing her phone to her ear.

Michael took this opportunity to try and talk to Starlin a bit more. "How old are you, Starlin?" he asked, grunting as he sat down on the grass, criss-crossing his legs. Starlin took a step back, hugging herself tighter.

"M'two..." she mumbled, continuing to rock herself for a moment before slowly sitting down in front of Michael, mimicking the way he crossed his legs. Michael slowly reached his arm out.

"It's gonna be okay." he assured her as he listened to Amy chatter to the police dispatcher about their location. "We have some nice people coming to help you."

Starlin retracted, pulling her body away from Michael's hand as if she were afraid of what it was capable of. Michael stared at her, astonished. How could a child so young be so mistrusting of adults? The marks on her body gave Michael his answer, each bruise and wound a symbol of the pain they couldn't have possibly known about before finding her. However, while bruises would heal, the irreversible emotional damage had already been done. Starlin obviously had absolutely no trust for other human beings.

What did they do to you? Michael asked inside his head, as if he could communicate with her telepathically. If I were your dad, I would make sure you never got hurt again.

He felt his facial features soften even more as the toddler yawned, fists rubbing at her eyes. Michael wondered how long she had been at the park. Even if he could get her to speak more than a couple of words, she was far too young to understand a concept of time. It could have been anywhere from minutes to hours, hours to days. Michael felt his heart break for this little girl who obviously had never known love or comfort.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice he still had his arm outstretched towards Starlin. He felt slight pressure against his fingers, rushing him back to the moment.

She was holding his hand. Her body was rigid, her other hand covering her face as if she expected him to lash out. Michael swore for a moment that his heart stopped. He remained as relaxed as possible, not wanting to tense and scare her. He slowly and gently wrapped his fingers around her tiny hand, causing her to wince for a moment.

"It's okay," he assured gently. "C'mon, it's gonna be okay. Do you want a drink of water?" he asked. Starlin's eyes grew wide as she instinctively licked her lips. They seemed dry.

Amy rejoined Michael at his side, her phone in hand. Starlin jumped and covered her face.

"Wait, shhh, it's okay.." Michael cooed. "That's my friend, remember?"

"There's paramedics and police on their way." Amy said softly, touching Michael's shoulder. He nodded shortly, moving slowly as to not scare Starlin.

"Can I have your water bottle?" he asked, looking up at Amy. Amy furrowed her eyebrows and handed it to him. He twisted off the cap and stuck it in his pocket.

"C'mon little girl, I know you want something to drink." he urged, ever so patient as he waited for Starlin to look up. When she did, her eyes locked on the water bottle. Michael carefully brought it to her lips with intent to help her. However, the moment her little hands wrapped around the bottle, she took off running back behind the tree. Startled, Amy and Michael exchanged glances before sneaking back over to the tree.

Starlin sat against the trunk, taking big greedy gulps of the water, barely stopping to breathe. Michael slowly sat beside her again, but she hardly acknowledged his existence.

"Little one, slow down," he mused, reaching his hand out for the water bottle. "You're gonna cho-"

He was cut off by Starlin suddenly spitting out a mouthful of water as she began to cough violently. Amy rushed to her side and rubbed her back as Michael took the bottle from her hands, Starlin too busy choking to react. She spit up a little before reaching for the bottle again.

"Wait just a minute, you're going to make yourself sick." Michael said, setting the water bottle aside. She frowned, but complied. She inched herself towards Michael and Amy, taking half steps as she approached them. Finally, she turned around and sat herself between the two of them. However, she remained silent. The two young adults glanced down at her, both pondering ways to unlock the world that had been trapped away.

Before long, they could see the blue and red flashing lights through the trees. Help had arrived. Michael and Amy glanced down at Starlin. If they could barely touch her, how were they supposed to get her to the paramedics?

"Starlin," Amy called her by name. "Can I pick you up?"

Starlin vigorously shook her head no in response before turning around and pointing to Michael. "You." she said.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "Me what?" he asked. Starlin reached her arms up, and Michael got the message. He carefully lifted her onto his hip, frowning upon seeing the slightly hurt look on Amy's face.

"There are some people here to help you." he told Starlin as they began walking in the direction of the large vehicles. Starlin began shaking her head no, her hands latching onto his shirt.

"I know you're scared, but we promise it'll be alright." Amy soothed as they continued walking. Paramedics began jumping out of the large white ambulance and preparing for Starlin. Michael and Amy watched as they opened the back doors and pulled out a stretcher.

Starlin began to scream, desperately clinging to Michael and delving her face in his neck. There was absolutely no way she was going to let any other people touch her without a fight. It seemed that all adults besides this boy and this girl only wanted to scare or hurt her.

Once they got close, one of the EMTs rushed to them and took Starlin from Michael's arms. She screeched and began flailing her limbs in a pathetic attempt to escape. Michael and Amy followed close behind the EMT as he ran back to the car and placed Starlin on the stretcher.

"You two did the right thing," he said, his voice raised over Starlin's cries of fear. "We'll take it from here."

Michael and Amy exchanged a glance before looking back down at Starlin. She was thrashing against the EMT who was trying to get an IV in her arm, her eyes wide with the same terror that was there when she had first met the couple. She was crying, but no tears came from her eyes. Despite the water she had drank, she was still dehydrated.

"No." Amy replied to the EMT. "We want to go with her. She has no family to be there."

The EMT stared at her for a brief moment before giving the two a nod. "Only one of you can ride in the ambulance, however."

Amy looked at Michael. "You go." she said. "She'll let you get close."

Michael smiled empathetically and pulled the car keys out of his pocket, handing them to her. "Be safe. I'll meet you there."

"I love you." Amy said, kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you too." Michael replied. He turned and began walking to the ambulance, where they were loading the stretcher into the back. Starlin cried out and fought the EMT who was holding her down to prevent her from running away.

Michael climbed into the back and sat beside the stretcher. Starlin's cries quieted a little when she noticed he was there, but they didn't stop. Michael jumped at the sudden sound of the sirens outside of the vehicle, and became slightly off balance for a moment as the vehicle began to move.

Starlin gripped onto his hand tightly, reaching her other arm out to him as if asking for him to pick her up. An IV was attached to her small hand.

Michael sighed and rubbed her hand with his thumb as her cries grew louder, above the sounds of the sirens. She was so frightened, so mistrusting. Michael felt as if he'd betrayed her by letting the paramedics take her away from the small moment of comfort she'd had.

He hung his head and rubbed at his face.

What had he gotten himself into?

•

And that's the first chapter! I hope you all enjoy!

Ciao!

- Hannah

#michael clifford fanfiction #5sos fanfic #michael clifford au #dad!sos #dad!michael #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #luke hemmings

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bing-fucker · 4 years

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Hi! Uh. Do you know The Silver Shepherd? He's a superhero ego that Mark has. It's kind of a trope with him that he has big lips. Anyway, uh. Can I get 14. "Oh, the things I'd do to that pretty mouth." With Silver and Jackieboy Man?

*Looks at all my ego fanfictions, most of which feature Silver as the main character* You could say I know of him.

So I know this was supposed to be prolly kinda cute, but my mind immediately went to rival superheroes. Jackie is a bit of a jerk in this, but to be honest that’s my favorite form of Jackie, so.

Warnings: Fighting, improper use of superpowers, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, unprepared sex, slight pain kink, I’m not sure what the official name is, but Jackie does dehumanize Silver a bit. Not much, but I figured a warning would be good. It could be counted as dubious consent, but I didn’t intend to write it that way. Jackie does record Silver without explicit consent, but Silver is aware that it’s happening and doesn’t protest. I will add warnings as you all ask me to!

Jackie was a competitive man in everything he did. From video games with the other Septics to sports to being a superhero, Jackie was competitive. Some - Schneep, if Jackie had to name someone - would say it was the result of an inferiority complex, but Jackie disagreed. It was simply because he was better than those other so-called superheroes.

One of said so-called superheroes being The Silver Shepherd; or Silver, as most seemed content to call him. He was younger than Jackie and should, by all rights, be less experienced than him. But he wasn’t, and that was what was wrong. Jackie should be better!

And it was Jackie’s exact desire to be better that lead to this situation. Sure, ambushing Silver while the hero was resting probably wasn’t the best way to get his point across, but Jackie wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Especially now that he was hopped up on adrenaline from fighting Silver.

Silver was a speedster, a good match for Jackie’s superstrength. He was a bit shorter than Jackie by a few inches and much more flexible, which was something that Jackie was struggling not to think about as he pinned the other hero to the ground.

“Give up yet?” Jackie hissed, glaring at Silver.

“What do you even want!?” Silver spat, quickly flipping out from under Jackie and away.

“Not quite sure yet,” Jackie replied, grinning slightly as he caught Silver’s ankle and pulled the smaller hero back to the ground. For a speedster, Silver didn’t seem to be using it much. “Although I am wondering why you aren’t speeding off to go hide behind Dark’s coattails.”

“I’m exhausted,” Silver spat. “From doing your job all night.”

Jackie growled and lifted Silver by the collar of his suit, ripping the other’s cowl off and slamming him against the wall. “I can do my job just fine, Shepherd,” he spat, glaring heavily at Silver.

“Really? Because it looks like all you can do is get jealous whenever someone does it better than you,” Silver replied, grey eyes glaring just as venomously.

“Shut up,” Jackie growled, yanking Silver’s hair harshly.

“God, I can’t believe I ever looked up to you,” Silver laughed. “You’re nothing but a pathetic old man that can’t handle when he isn’t the best.”

“Shut up,” Jackie repeated, glaring at Silver and pressing Silver harder against the wall. He barely registered the hardness between his legs as he pressed against the younger hero. “You talk far too much.”

“It’s one of my talents,” Silver replied, blushing faintly as he felt Jackie’s hard-on press against his thigh so firmly. He anxiously licked his lips, feeling a surge of satisfaction when Jackie’s attention was drawn to the movement.

Jackie licked his lips in return, pressing his thumb firmly against Silver’s bottom lip. “Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the younger hero’s mouth as Silver darted his tongue out, ‘unintentionally’ passing it over Jackie’s thumb.

“Then do them,” Silver replied after a moment, ignoring the discomfort of Jackie’s glove as he drew his idol’s thumb into his mouth properly. Jackie’s breathed out deeply and pulled away from Silver, yanking his gloves off and pushing the smaller hero to his knees roughly.

“Open your mouth, pretty boy,” he ordered, unzipping the front of his suit and drawing out his cock. Jackie knew he was big. Your cock size wasn’t exactly a secret when you worked in a skintight bodysuit. But even then, there was a distance between having a large bulge when you were soft and how big you were when hard- and Jackie was very clearly hard.

Silver snorted softly when he saw, although Jackie could clearly see the way his suit tightened at the sight. “Great, you’re not even circumcised,” he commented.

“Shut up,” Jackie hissed, cheeks reddening with blush.

“Make me,” Silver replied, looking up at Jackie through thick, black eyelashes. Jackie growled and gripped Silver’s jaw, holding his mouth open as he pushed his cock inside. Silver made a surprised noise before quickly sealing his lips around the organ and sucking. Jackie switched his grip to Silver’s hair, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping Silver’s hair tightly and fucking furthering into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at Silver. Silver looked up at him, cheeks hollowed as he sucked Jackie’s cock with far more expertise than someone that innocent-looking should have. Jackie groaned and canted his hips forward as Silver swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of Jackie’s cock, the muscle laving against the slit appreciatively.

“You’re really good at this,” he muttered breathily. “Let’s see how deep you can take me, hm?” He watched Silver for any sign of discomfort as he pushed his cock down Silver’s throat. He was an asshole, yes, but he wasn’t trying to actively hurt the guy. Silver, in response, just moaned appreciatively, drool dripping from the corner of his lips and reflexive tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Look at you,” Jackie breathed, fumbling with his phone to open the camera app. Silver blushed and closed one eye, looking up at Jackie shyly. He looked positively wanton, his thick lips stretched obscenely around Jackie’s cock, drool and tears leaking down his face and dripping onto his costume. Jackie quickly took a few photos before starting to record, thrusting in and out of Silver’s throat savagely.

“I wonder what they’d all think,” Jackie laughing, moaning between his words. “If they saw this video. Their precious hero sucking so desperately, like some kind of whore.” Silver moaned, eyes rolling back in his head and, god, was Jackie glad that he got that on video. “You like that, huh? You like me calling you a whore? My precious little slut?” Silver moaned again and Jackie moaned in response, pulling out of Silver’s mouth and jerking himself to completion. Silver held his mouth open obscenely, Jackie’s spunk spilling all over his face and in his open mouth. Jackie panted heavily, licking his lips at the sight of his cum joining the other fluids dripping down Silver’s face.

“Did you cum from that?” Jackie laughed, looking down Silver’s body and angling his phone camera at the dark spot on the front of Silver’s crotch. “What a slut, getting off just on sucking my cock. It’s adorable, seeing you so worked up just form servicing me.” Silver whined softly, biting his swollen lip. Jackie swallowed thickly and turned off his recording, tossing his phone to the side carefully and lifting Silver easily into the air, tearing the other hero’s suit off carelessly.

“Yeah? You like that, slut?” Jackie groaned, holding Silver up easily and spreading his ass cheeks. “You gotta tell me to stop, Silver, or I’m gonna fuck you right here now. Tell me if you don’t want this, Silver, because I need you so bad.”

“Fuck me,” Silver breathed, crashing his lips against Jackie’s desperately. “Fuck me, Jackie, I need you so bad. I want you to fucking ruin me, Jackie, I can take it. I got a strong healing factor, I can take it.”

“Good,” Jackie breathed, quickly bringing Silver down on his cock and moaning loudly. He was lucky Silver had salivated so much, his cock was just wet enough that the friction didn’t hurt him- although, given the cry that Silver gave, he wasn’t quite as lucky.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jackie groaned, pressing his face into Silver’s neck and biting harshly, sucking to make a large, dark mark. “You feel so fucking good. My good little slut. I fucking love it.”

“J-Jackie~ Hah~” Silver moaned, eyes rolled back in his head and face screwed up in pleasure.

Jackie watched his face, bodily moving Silver up and down on his cock, essentially using him more like a sex object than an active participant. Jackie moaned loudly, angling his hips to hit Silver’s prostate with his thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good, Silver,” Jackie praised. “What a good fucking slut. Just my beautiful little whore to fuck and use.”

Silver whined and bit his lip, moving like he wanted to hide his face in Jackie’s hair but was afraid of getting the mess of fluid currently drying on his face on Jackie.

“Fuck, whore, I’m not gonna last long,” Jackie panted, driving his hips as deep into Silver as he could. “You feel so good clenched around my cock. You were made for this, jesus~”

Jackie gasped as he came, brutally thrusting up into Silver and filling the younger hero with his seed. Silver screamed as he came a second time, painting his and Jackie’s chests white with his cum. Jackie carefully pulled out, licking his lips as he watched his cum leak down Silver’s thighs.

“Can you walk?” Jackie asked, setting Silver down and fixed his own suit. Silver whimpered and shook his head. “Yeah, all right. I’ll carry you home.”

Jackie leaned down and picked Silver up again, draping the remains of his suit over him. Jackie sighed as he started to fly, carrying Silver out of the warehouse they’d been in. At some point in the journey to Dark’s mansion, Silver managed to fall asleep. Jackie rolled his eyes and left Silver in what he assumed was the other hero’s room, leaving a quick note with his phone number.

He turned and took one last look at Silver, the other hero beyond messy with his own fluids and Jackie’s. He smirked lightly. Perhaps Silver was more than just a so-called.

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binnie-bear · 5 years

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I really do //Stray kids- Kim Woojin

Authors Note : May be a bit sad and give you feelz. I RECOMMEND listening to slow sad music while reading thisnjust because it might set the mood.

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The sound of waves hit the shore and the seagulls were very loud that day. As i stare at the boy who stole my heart I smiled just admiring him from behind.

"Hey loser" I say as i walk closer to him. "Oh hey look who decided not to flake on me this time." He smiled opening his arms for me. I bury my head in his chest as he holds me tight. "Im sorry babe its just going to uni and working has been so time consuming for me." I say holding back my tears. I knew he knew I was lying but we both didn't want to speak about it.

He grabbed my hand and we walked off the balcony and onto the empty beach holding our shoes in one hand and our hands in the other. "You know the boys were planning on throwing a little party for our 2nd anniversary." Woojin said shyly. "What?? Why thats so weird." I laughed. "I know i know but i mean i dont thats kinda nice." He said slightly smiling. "Aw you want them to throw this party for us. Thats so cute." I laugh while slightly kicking sand. "Stooop I just....they just seem so excited about us and it makes me so happy they really like you. "

Wow. I won't do it...i won't cry over this boy, not again.

It was around 6 pm and still the sun was bright and the sand felt warm on our feet. Woojin then quickly dropped his shoes then pulled his shirt off, and i was slighlty confused until he picked me up over his shoulder and ran towards the ocean.

The air filled with his laughter and my screams. "What the hell woojin. The water is so cold." I said slightly pushing him away and moving the wet hair out of my face. The water now reached my chin and brushed against his well defined chest. "Quit being such a baby we both know you wanted to see me shirtless" he said with a playful smirk. I splashed water at him and he quickly grabbed both of my wrist to make me stop. "I hate you kim woojin, i really do." I said. He then moved his large hands to my upper neck making me face him with his thumbs. "woah" he said under his breathe staring all over my face making me blush. Even after two years he still manages to make me blush and i hate it but i love it. "I love you y/n i really do" he said and leaned in to peck my lips. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer and letting him deepen our kiss.

I wish i had held onto him longer, the day was coming to an end and I'd have to drive another two hours just to get back home.

We began getting out of the water and my body was continuously shivering when i felt woojin tug at my shirt from behind. "W-what are you doing" i said turning around. "Relax babe. Im not trying to make any moves on the beach he said so I rolled my eyes but trusted him. He then removed my shirt and put his dry long sleeve shirt on me then kissed my forehead and grabbed both of our shoes from the sand. "Okay c'mon lets go get some dinner before you leave me again" he said reaching out his hand. I rolled my eyes again and grabbed his hand walking towards his car.

I wish i had held his hand longer, but he let go as soon as we reached the parking lot.

He pulled out a basket and a blanket with little bears all over it and smiled lifting them in the air. "Surprise!! I made this so we don't have to argue again about where you want to eat, also i realized we'd have to drive seperately and i didn't want to waste our time.

Thats it.... I couldnt hold it in anymore the tears began to fall but i ran into his chest hoping he wouldn't notice. "I know i know im amazing huh" he giggled and i just nodded, but let out a slight gasp from crying. "Woah... Wait are you crying." He quickly put the items down and held me making me look at him again. "You dummy i know im a great boyfriend and all but don't cry." He said wiping my tears and making me laugh in the middle of my crying. "Sorry im just... So grateful you know." I say knowing thats not the full truth. He gave me another kiss on my forehead then held my head on his chest with his hand on the back of my head. This was my safe place. This was the moment I'd kill to have forever.

We walked back to the sand and layed out the blanket then he began pulling out sandwhiches and juice pouches out of the basket. "Wow my boyfriend made me a sandwhich and brought me a juice pouch. How cute" i say giggling grabbing the sandwhich. "Well. Actually chan made it and jeongin suggested the juice pouches i just brought myself." Woojin said then took a bite of his sandwhich. "You're such a dork" i turned then scooted my back towards his chest listening to his heartbeat so now i was lying on him while he was sitting up. He held me with one arm and we silently watched the sun set while eating our sandwhiches.

It was now 9 pm and it was time for me to go home. This was always the hardest part since we are both busy we barely have any free days to drive two hours long and see eachother. We collected the items and put them in his car then began walking to mine. I knew this would happen so i purposely parked my car farther away because he always walks me to my car.

We walked with his arm around me and mine around his still bare waist. "Sooo my shirts dry now" i said showing him my shirt. "Yea i know, but i like how you look in mine." He said still looking straight. So i just keot walking but couldn't help but smile.

We reached my car...

He let me go and i turned to him and he quickly closed the gap between us just kissing me. All i could hear now were the waves and sounds of our wet kisses. He then tugged my hair and slightly moved me towards my car. My back was now against my car and he began to kiss my jawline then trailed his kisses down onto my neck. "Woojin it's getting la-" he cut me off when he began sucking on my sweet spot. I softly moaned his name and he began leaving his mark on me. I played with his damp hair until he finally pulled away.

"sorry i just had to make sure those guys at your school know you're taken." He said very seriously. "Well you can always come with me" i said poking one of his abs making him laugh. "Stop you know i would if i could but these boys need me." He said. "I know i know...well i guess i better get going." I said biting my lip looking at him. "Im sorry i couldn't give you more of me, but next time I'll get us a night or two at a hotel okay" he said licking his lips and making me blush once again. "Okay loser we both know you're the one that wants the hotel. Welp im taking the shirt I'll see you later. Oh and woojin, i love you i really do." I said opening my car door. "I love you y/n i really really do dummy. Ah okay text me as soon as you get home." He said closing my door for me and kissing me once more before i started my engine and drove home.

The next morning i checked my phone but woojin never replied. I had 32 missed calls 64 messages and my voicemail was full. If this was what I had been avoiding im not sure what I'll do. Then again Chan wouldn't try this hard to reach me unless it happened.

32 missed calls from Christopher Bang.

64 text messages from 'Christopher Bang'

I didn't have to call back. I didn't have to hear the voicemails. I didn't have to read the messages. I didn't have to do anything to know that my heart had been broken. The tears began to pour and I began to scream throwing my phone across the room and I tugged on my hair. My bestfriend had barged into the room and she began to hold onto me. "....it happened didn't it" she whispered and I began to cry louder. "Im sorry y/n... Im so sorry this happened to you." She said and began to cry with me.

I have been with him for two years and after our first year we had discovered he had a terrible heart condition that could not be fixed. The doctors said it could stop within 7 months but it had been a year since then. I tried so much to avoid him because I was afraid I would only cry. Why didn't I just stay with him longer. Why didn't i hug him longer. Why didn't I hold his hand longer. Why did he leave me the day after we finally got some time alone. Whatever the answer to my questions may be I hope my love is resting well and that he knows how much I love him, I really do.

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philosophiums · 7 years

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HOLY SHIT! All of those prompts look so fitting for andreil... but if I had to choose I'd say #4 and/or #17! Just fuck me up I'm ready

Okay so like I immediately got an idea for #4 “How long do we have?” and I can’t think of anything else so I just ran with it. I also found a way to add in #17 “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” which, tbh, I’m proud of xD hope this is okay

Neil notices that Andrew’s family is slipping from his tight grip. Aaron and Andrew are no longer bound by a desperate promise. Nicky often gets along better with the upperclassmen and the new freshmen. Kevin doesn’t have Riko to be afraid of anymore, but he sticks around because only Neil can match his enthusiasm for Exy.

When the absence of everyone starts to bother Andrew, Neil suggests that they go for a drive.

Now it’s their thing. Sometimes they still get everyone together and go to Columbia, but more often than not, Neil and Andrew leave Palmetto early Saturday morning and just… drive. Usually they leave at seven in the morning, but sometimes, when Andrew has had a bad week, they leave closer to three, when the interstate is all but deserted and Andrew can push the Maserati to speeds that tempt death.

Today is one of those days, when Andrew is abrasive and stiff, and Neil understands. He doesn’t need Andrew’s words or his touch, he just needs his presence and to know that Andrew wants him there. So they drive like the devil is chasing them and end up in some obscure small town in North Carolina. This is a place that he and his mother would have steered far clear of, a town where everyone knows everyone else’s business and rumors spread like wildfire.

Andrew pulls over at a gas station. Neil gets out, stretches, and heads inside, intent on getting them water bottles. He hedges for a moment in the candy aisle and then grabs a bag of brightly-colored candies before going to check out. The line is only a few people long, but the woman at the counter is old and counting out coins. Neil sighs and settles back for a long wait. Maybe he should buy Andrew two bags of candy to make up for taking so long.

A man comes into the store not long after the old lady leaves. Neil eyes him, weariness a familiar taste on his tongue. The man is shifty, his body moving in stuttering and jerking ways. Neil can see him sweating from three feet away. The high schooler working the register eyes the man as well.

Don’t you dare look him in the eye, Neil thinks. His shoulders are tense, his stomach a knot of nerves. There’s something wrong with the man, something that looks easily volatile.

The cashier meets the man’s eyes over the counter, and a hunting knife is out before Neil can brace himself. Fuck. He’s moving instantly, dropping the water bottles and the candy and running at the man. For someone who walks so unsteady, his hand is surprisingly level when he turns on Neil and readjusts his grip on the knife.

This is not unfamiliar to Neil, fighting someone with a knife when he himself is unarmed, but it’s been too long since the last time it happened. He’s not lacking for speed, but he’s lacking on his judge of character. He underestimates the man, and it’s a huge mistake. Whether driven by drugs or mental illness, the man is apparently far more sure of his body than he appeared when he first entered the store. He’s also a lot stronger than Neil pegged him for. Neil gets a grip on the man’s wrist, trying to twist it back and get the knife out of the equation, when the man suddenly charges forward.

The knife sinks into Neil’s defenseless stomach like butter. The pain is white-hot and instant, and he folds over. His nails dig into the man’s wrist, desperate to not let the knife get ripped out now that it’s in to the hilt. The door opens with a tinkle of a bell, and the man decides to run for it. The knife jerks when the man tries to take it with him, but in the end he abandons it in favor of bolting.

The world tilts, and Neil staggers backwards into the counter. The front of his shirt is already soaked, and the wet material clings uncomfortably to his skin. He slides to the floor and sits there with his legs out in front of him. He needs to stop breathing so fast, needs to slow his heart rate. He needs to tell Andrew.

“Call an ambulance!” someone yells.

A body settles near Neil’s side, and he turns to see the cashier kneeling next to him. Neil licks his lips and smiles. “Hey can you… can you do me a favor?” She nods, eyes wide. Neil clears his throat. “That nice black car outside… there’s a short blond guy that it belongs to. Can you get him for me?” She’s gone when he finishes the question, and Neil is grateful that she responds so well to traumatic scenarios.

Neil knows when Andrew enters the store because of all the startled shouts. “What the fuck did you do?” Andrew asks, crouching beside Neil and observing the damage. Breathing hurts. Neil opens his mouth to respond, but Andrew claps a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say anything. It was rhetorical.” When Neil just stares, Andrew takes his hand away and drops his gaze down. “Did someone call an ambulance?”

“I just got off the phone with them,” a woman says.

Neil turns to look at her, but Andrew grabs his chin. “Stop moving.” Neil doesn’t see what harm turning his head would do, seeing as just breathing is enough to keep upsetting the wound, but he doesn’t argue. He keeps his eyes on Andrew, absently noting the gradual blurring of his vision. “I should start keeping a leash on you. Every time I let you out of my sight, something like this happens.”

“Not every time,” Neil says, but all that gets him is Andrew’s hand back on his mouth and narrowed hazel eyes.

“What part of ‘don’t say anything’ do you not understand?” Neil rolls his eyes. Andrew relaxes. “How long do we have? Before the ambulance gets here?” The question is obviously not directed at Neil, so he drops his head back against the counter. His vision swims and shudders, so he closes his eyes. Blood trickles down his sides and drips steadily onto the linoleum.

“Neil,” a hand closes tight in his bangs and jerks, and Neil gasps awake. Andrew stares at him hard. Neil watches the tight way Andrew’s throat works to swallow.

“Didn’t mean to,” Neil whispers.

Andrew releases Neil’s bangs and moves his hand to Neil’s face, but this time it’s not to cover his mouth. His callused palm settles lightly on Neil’s ruined left cheek, and Neil leans into the touch. They are so far away from their rushed three in the morning departure from Palmetto. “Stay awake.” Andrew’s stability through this mess is everything that Neil needs. “The closest ambulance is a town over. Should be here soon. Just stay awake.”

Neil hums, which is a poor idea. The knife shifts inside of him, and only Neil’s fingers around the blade steady it. He hates the feeling of blood on his hand, but he hates the thought of his blood on Andrew’s hands more. He doesn’t cry out in pain, just bites down on his cheek and pinches his eyes closed. Andrew’s thumb brushes his cheekbone, and Neil releases his breath slowly and opens his eyes. His world narrows down to Andrew, the shoots of green in his eyes, the fall of pale hair over his forehead, the tightness between his eyebrows, the warmth of his palm against Neil’s cheek.

“Stop that,” Andrew chides. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Those words again. The wound must be worse than he thought.

The ambulance shows up with screaming sirens and a rush of paramedics. Andrew’s tense body is defensive, not letting anyone near Neil until they slow the fuck down. No one takes the knife out. Everyone knows that it’s the only reason Neil isn’t dead yet.

The oxygen mask is annoying and blocks his view of Andrew, but he would have to release Andrew’s hand to take it off, and he’s not sure that would be worth it. An IV is introduced into the crook of Neil’s arm before the ambulance takes off, and then they’re moving. Neil’s shirt is cut off, and his heart stutters with that familiar fear of his scars being visible, but Andrew is there to quiet him, to lean in close to his head and tell him to calm down, to focus on something else. Neil isn’t running anymore, and the paramedics aren’t going to ask him any questions.

Every bump in the road, every stuttering breath, is an agony that Neil kills before it can escape his lips. He knows that Andrew knows it hurts. He’s not going to make it worse on Andrew by confirming it.

The drive takes longer than he thought it would, but maybe the pain is warping his sense of time. They arrive at the hospital in a whirlwind of shouts and people and movement, and Neil is ripped away from Andrew and wheeled down a long white hallway. He doesn’t make it to their destination; he blacks out to the rhythm of lights passing overhead.

Neil wakes up in just as much pain but with far fewer lights. He gasps and chokes and jerks on the bed as he fights to sit up. Strong hands grab his shoulders and push him back down. “N-no,” he groans, kicking out with his legs. A monitor to his left starts beeping frantically.

“Neil. Neil!”

He knows that voice, knows the fingers that push through his hair and find his pulse in his neck. His body is screaming. “Hurts,” Neil whispers, blinking his eyes open to look at Andrew. The hands are gone immediately, and Neil whines at the loss.

“Hush,” Andrew says, though not unkindly. The machine quiets down, falling silent seconds before a nurse rushes into the room and turns the ceiling lights on. She glances quickly between Neil and Andrew and steps hesitantly into the room. “Morphine would be great,” Andrew says, dry and mocking. When the nurse leaves, he sits down on the edge of the bed.

Neil holds out his hand. “May I?”

“Yes.”

Andrew’s thigh is warm where Neil rests his hand. If he focuses, he thinks he can feel Andrew’s pulse, but that’s probably just his own pulse rushing the blood through his head. The oxygen tubes under his nose are annoying. The other patient snoring in their bed on the other side of the partition is annoying. But Andrew’s hand, when he settles it on top of Neil’s, is strong and sure and steady.

#the foxhole court #i missed writing angst holy shit #i love this shit #fuck me up #tfc #fn #mine #Anonymous #my fics

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