#Joke aside I already saw his leaks long time ago | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ncitygirls · 3 years

Text

eternal - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, vampire!jaemin, 2.2k

he had yet to utter a word since his confession, and neither had you, though you had tried piecing together a worthy response. he simply watched you as you watched him, your eyes focusing on each delicate ridge in his skin, admiring his nonexistent pores; how the thin slithers of light that broke through the poorly drawn curtain, shone on a bend from the ends of his bangs down and around his chin. a kind reminder of what you swear you have always known, but regret to have never questioned.

“jaemin?”

“my love?”

“have you always been this beautiful?’

he had to admit he was taken back. those are the first words you have said in a long while. they are your first words since he told you three minutes and twenty-five seconds ago - he was counting, not actively, but over time his mind has created room for his thinking to expand, to surpass humanity’s understanding of thought, and most times he welcomes it. but not at times such as these - where he knows he told you three minutes and twenty-five seconds ago, and your first words are in awe of him.

“i told you i am undead.. and that is what troubles you?”

“your beauty is far from troubling,” you retort, eyes still inspecting his face. jaemin’s mind wanders back to when he once pitied humans. how they thought what they saw was really seeing. victims of an already limited life, the human eye is only able to pick up a fraction of their sublime reality. yet the way your eyes traverse each of his features, as if to commit them to memory, he surely found a compelling reason to admit their eyes were not so lacking. “was it the bite that made you so handsome?”

“i wasn’t bitten,” he corrects, as the pads of your thumbs sweep over his cold knuckles, your touch casting a reverence over the scene. he lets out a pretty laugh at your assumption, the soft crease between your brows forming as he destroys your fictional understanding of his kind. “humans have always had a skewed understanding of our lore.”

“so your mother and father were vampires?”

“no.” it has been some time since he has had to explain vampiric lore to a human, but his mind retains his memory of it all the same. “it is not dissimilar to what humans call possession? or a spell? it is a combination of the two.”

“did it hurt?”

jaemin cannot help but melt at the notes of concern lacing your tone. it is his turn to pass his thumb along your knuckles before flipping your hand over, letting his finger trace a swirl in your palm, offering a soft shake of his head. “it makes one feel queasy, a consequence of the change in dietary needs.”

your hand stiffens beneath his touch as your eyes drop to examine them. he fears he has spoken out of turn, pushed the astonishingly pleasant conversation down a dark hole. jaemin once believed humans to be predictable, but you continue to challenge that. “is that why my invites to have you for dinner always go unanswered?”

“i knew that wounded you, angel.”

“it did no such thing!” his chin drops, eyes boring into you in a successful attempt to lure the truth out of you. he immediately softens when you exhale, in defeat of his gaze or distaste at your transparency, he does not know. jaemin would soften all the same. “i will admit, i did make assumptions to make sense of your refusal.”

“did you think i preferred not to visit?” you had never noticed the flecks of red in the perimeter of his irises until now. they glowed slightly, as if enraged, though you know not with you. “there are rules we must follow when entering a new space, silly, unchangable rules.” his frown deepens when you nod, always understanding even when you shouldn’t. “i apologise if I hurt you, angel.”

“hush now, you need not apologise.” you’re proven right when his eyes return to the perfect colour you remember them for: a golden swirl moving within the rich cocoa, shining only as the light hits it. relief floods him when he rests his forehead on your own. he grips your hips firmly, swaying you both as you call for him.

“jaemin, what is it you do eat?”

“pretty girls named y/n.” oh how he wished you would have laughed then, instead of him opening his eyes to find your horror stricken face. “i swear to you that was a joke. that was in poor taste, i am so sorry.” you find his apology hard to believe as his body shakes, shaking your whole frame along with him.

“do not,” you hit his arm once, “mock,” and a second time though ineffective, “me!”

he saves himself quickly, retreating to safety by putting an unrealistic amount of distance between you two in an inexplicable amount of time. when he abandoned you, you nearly collapse forward with the force you were using to hit him before catching yourself.

“come here.”

“i drink blood.” you did not particularly dislike his attempt to stay on topic, just the topic itself. you try to appear enlightened but you have always found it difficult to repress your repulsion. “i know you have no interest in the macabre.”

“blood is meant to be inside you.”

“i think it tastes great.” he quickly arrives in front of you, your open books and abandoned letters fluttering all over the room as his speed garners its own winds. his thumbs journey over the veins on your wrists, slowly trailing up your forearms. he only speaks again when he hooks his thumbs under your jaw, tilting your head to allow his teeth to graze over the column of your neck. “it is reminiscent of fruit. some blood is like grapefruit and lemon. while some are akin to grape, strawberries.”

“oh,” you sigh, heart slowing as his lips drag along the base of your throat. he pulls back, gazing longingly at your wonderment as you feel his mood swing. bitterness seeps into his eyes in how his taste for blood ironically remains the only provision of some kind of memory of flavour, of normality. “do you enjoy it?”

“blood?”

“being a vampire.” no one has ever asked him such a thing. is there anything to enjoy about eternal life? about reliving his youth, being relocated, remade, renewed over and over and over, for an eternity.

as he gazes down at you, he remembers with all the bad must come some good.

“not always,” he smiles knowingly, thinking of his friends. the lives they built for themselves over a combined millennia. it almost makes him retract saying that. “i do regret some things. like allowing haechan to convince us to help real witches free the falsely accused during the witch trials. only to later discover he had a wager on being able to free more than their coven could.” he loved the way your eyes followed along, he loved knowing he could finally share his life in its entirety with you. “i have a thousand reasons why i should hate it, but I cannot bring myself to.”

“why?” he will find a way to forgive himself for giving you a reason to ask. he will ensure you needn’t ask again.

“because,” he whispers into your mouth, his lips slipping between your own, fingers clasped behind your neck. “if i had died in 1625, i would not have had the honour of making your acquaintance.”

“this is hardly an acquaintance,” you remind him, counting his years in your head as he pulls you flush against him utilising less than a speck of his strength. “careful grandsire,” it tumbles from your lips as he licks against your mouth. “i am not sure a man even three hundred years your junior could make it through what you are starting.”

“you needn’t worry about me,’ he sighs, his groin rolling against your own, his fingers clinging to your breakable frame. “though i must confess, my eating pretty girls named y/n was not said solely in jest.” his fingers toy with your knickers, ice cold digits moving freely along the waistband. “in fact, i fear my sanity depends on it. might you be of some aid?”

“who am i to deny a man nearing his fourth century?” he begs himself not to laugh, if only not to kill the mood but more so to avoid dignifying your mockery. his laughter morphs quickly into pants, your hand slotted wickedly between his own and his groin. “how might i be of assistance to you?”

“just as you are,” he whispers, his dulled teeth passing dangerously along the shell of your ear. as a man of his years, patience isn’t something which he is in short supply. but even then, one grows tired of waiting, for coitus, for love, for you. he is quick to remove your hand, finding his own pacing as he presses you against the wall, your heat pulsing beneath his cock, practically leaking. “i forgot how pliant humans are,” it is wicked how he watches you, his fingers rolling your hardened nub betwixt their pads. you shudder at the sight of him, his golden eyes darkening in the sunlit room, his tongue passing over his sharpened teeth. he smirks as you hiss, his fingers pinching your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue rolls in time with his hips, running his clothed cock along your clothed folds. he is quickly reminded of his strength as his palm collects dust as it meets the wall with a thud, steadying himself as you whine deliciously, his name bleeding from your raw lips. “yes, angel?”

“i need you,” you breathe, gazing up at him as his lips capture yours. your tongues move in tandem, wrapping around the other in a hypnotic frisk. he swallows your whimpers as he lures them out of you. he sucks your tongue into his mouth, hands moving to your rear before lifting you from the ground. he makes little work of you, rendering you a quarter of your size. your ankles lock around his waist as he casts your knickers aside, hissing as the pad of his finger meets your folds.

“might i have a taste now?” he pleads, eyes burning a fiery amber, pure adoration hidden beneath. “please, angel?”

“take all of me, jaemin.” he holds you still, a metre from the ground as he kneels, his hands firm around your thighs before he lowers you over his mouth. his flat tongue licks long stripes up your cunt, tongue flicking along your hooded clit in his descent. he likens you to a spring, his soul knelt before you, preparing an offering to your fountain. he is ready to collect all you offer him, your essence pouring out onto his tongue, soaking his lips, slick down his chin. his eyes fall to a close at the sight of your dazed form, your eyes screwed shut in prayer, his lips puckering around the hood of your clit, the tip of his tongue rolling against the nerve. “jaemin, right there, please.”

he hums in accordance, his tongue circling your clit as your thighs shake on either side of his head. he smirks as you still, his middle and ring finger entering your warm cavern, forcing your hips to roll against his digits. he curves them slowly, pressing against your pink walls, bulging up against your stomach. “you are so fragile,” he says, lips bitten as he watches your body succumb to his touch. he leans closer to you, steadying you on his shoulders to free his hand. he presses his palm to your abdomen, hypnotised by the feeling of his own fingers inside you. letting his thumb drift down, he pulls up the skin hiding your clit, allowing his lips to pucker against the nub before he offers a hard suck. his tongue joins the fold, drinking you in as you let out a sharp cry, the pressure inside and out joining forces to send you over the edge. “when you’re ready, love, come.”

he can feel your skin burning up, see the sheen of sweat coating your entire body. “jaemin,” you continue to chase your high, but cling to the moment. you feel like your convulsions might snap your body in two. that pleasure such as this cannot exist innately, that only he can bestow it on you. you are proven right as you grow more frantic, his fingers rub against the spot inside you that he found with great ease, as his lips suck on your clitoris. the final straw is his gaze, you feel it and fall victim to it. his irises a bright, angelic white, the rim speckled in gold. one cast of your eyes on your lover and you snap.

there is no doubting that as jaemin gazes up at you, he sees glory eternal. he sees life. he sees an angel.

“come angel.”

and you do. jaemin’s simple command breaks a dam, summoning a flood of pleasure you are unsure you will survive. hot iron passes through your veins, lighting you from the inside out. he continues without thought, his lips sucking the pleasure out of you, his fingers still pounding into your swollen pussy. only when your fingers find his hair, pulling him away with a sharp tug does he concede, lowering you into his lap.

“hi,” he says after some time, watching you pant against the wall. “are you still with me?” he jests, palms gliding up and down your aching thighs.

you hum, gazing up at the golden orbs that you decide you mustn’t live without. much like his life, and much like your love. eternal. “always.”

#not a yours pt 2 but a lil sumn to keep you nana stans fed #injun stans.... i see u i hear u i ignore u #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin au #jaemin smut #nct fluff #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct au #another post i stole from my other page oooops inspo come to me pls

301 notes · View notes

sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

Text

𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 (𝔪)

❥terushima yūji x fem!reader

❥summary: you’re excited to meet terushima’s family only you realise his family relationships aren’t entirely healthy...and nor is your relationship

❥warnings: tw incest/tw psuedo incest, mature, choking, spitting, ‘nii-san’ kink, implied cheating | terushima doesn’t have a dad bc idk how to write healthy father-child relationships

❥word count: 4.2k

❣︎anon: Hello:) I think I saw that you were cool with the incest kink but I have a twist for ya if thats ok?

I was wondering if you could do a smut+angst with either Terushima or Kuroo writers choice i couldn't decideand their fem!reader girlfriend realizing that she's actually the side piece. She thought he was just kinky asking her to call him nii-san in bed so she didn't really mind it. Fast forward to first time meeting the parents and Terushima/Kuroo made sure to time it so his sister wasn't home, but her holiday came early or something so she's there. And fem reader can't help but notice that she and the sister look reeeaally similar👁👄👁

when you first met terushima- that wild, loud apprentice at the hairdresser’s- you never thought you’d end up dating him. especially with his flirtatious winks and smooth pick-up lines, his casual air of seduction oozing from him with every click of the metal tongue piercing against his teeth, you didn’t think anything with him would be more than a simple fling. but he surprised you with all the tender, heartfelt words and gifts of yellow flowers and teddy bears for no reason other than just simply existing in his life. it's no wonder that you ended up falling for terushima. and the biggest surprise of all? it works out.

meeting terushima’s parents is nice. his family home is bright and colourful with yellow patterned wallpaper and they have an old ginger pet cat who sleeps at the end of the couch and his mother is warm and welcoming, immediately engulfing you in a hug and telling you how utterly gorgeous you are and that terushima best to treat you properly. to which he rolls his brown eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he pulls you into his side.

“i treat her like a princess, don’t worry.” he smiles, catching your eye with a subtle wink before he presses a kiss to your temple.

“i hope you do.” his mother narrows her eyes sharply before she’s turning to you, gazing at you with a tender softness that makes your heart warm. “you two seem so happy together, i feel like you’re already my daughter.” a smile stretches across your face, heart thumping with the validation as you beam at the older woman.

“thank you, ms. terushima. yūji makes me really happy.” terushima’s warm fingers twine with yours at your words before his mother sniffles, brushing away the emotional tears that threaten to spill before she chuckles.

“i’m going to finish making dinner, i’ll call you both when it’s ready. it shouldn’t take too long and-” her eyes sparkle a little as she reaches out to grab terushima’s forearm. “there’s a surprise for you.”

terushima looks slightly puzzled but he doesn’t question his mother’s vague words before she’s humming as she strolls off back to the kitchen and then his momentary confusion disappears when he grabs your hand and tugs you towards the staircase.

“come on, princess. i want to show you my bedroom.” he clicks the metal piercing between his teeth, the silver gleaming in the light. he knows the effect it has on you- the sinful things he’d done with that tongue that has you fucked out and dumb you can only cry out his name. of course, with his high libido he likes to experiment so bringing new things into the bedroom is a regular thing with terushima but the most recent one had definitely been a surprise.

you’d be lying to say you hadn’t laughed in his face the first he brought it up. it had to be a joke. but when your laughter died and terushima was still straddling you with a confused frown drawn on his face you realised he really wasn’t joking.

“wait, what?” you wheezed, your smile suddenly faltering. “y-you really want me to call you that?” terushima sighed heavily as he tore his brown eyes away from you, pouting slightly as he gazed down on the spot on the bed beside you.

“it’s just a kink.” he had mumbled sheepishly. “it’s not like it means anything- just like role play. it’s just an innocent fantasy- you know, like in porn.”

it felt wrong to say it at first. your voice was hesitant and wavered but the faster terushima fucked you, his long cock hitting all the right spots and making your mind cloudy with pleasure, it was enough for you to scream it with your nails clawing marks down his back.

“yūji,” you giggle when he pulls you into his bedroom, immediately kicking the door shut behind him as his lips attach to your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the delicate skin as you squirm. “your mum’s downstairs- we can’t do it here!” a breathless pant escapes you when you prise yourself out of his arms to gaze at his bedroom. but...something feels off. it’s bare. sure, terushima had moved out of his family home when he got a job but most people still kept personal effects there, especially because you knew he went home often. but the walls are just a plain cream, the shelves sparse except for a few books, some snow globes, old teddies. none of his band posters or figurines are anywhere, not even a volleyball. it feels wrong almost, but all the confused thoughts leave your mind the minute terushima is pressing himself against you, mouthing at the sensitive skin of your neck and groping your clothed tits.

“of course we can, baby.” he murmurs into your skin, pausing to lick a thick stripe along your neck. the cold metal of his piercing tracing along your skin makes you shudder, a sigh escaping you as he squeezes your tits. “you’d do anything to make nii-chan happy, wouldn’t you?”

the simple title has too much of a sinful effect on you- your panties start to dampen immediately, your knees feeling weak as heat shoots to your core. you mewl as you press yourself against him, the thrill of arousal rushing through you at the feeling of his hard, stiff cock pressing into your back.

“but nii-chan, right here?” the name makes terushima groan, his hips bucking into your ass as he ruts against you, hands squeezing your tits harder to elicit an involuntary gasp from you.

“don’t question your nii-chan, baby. be good for me. nii-chan knows best.” he growls, catching your ear lobe between his teeth. he gives it a quick suck, drawing a breathy sigh, before he pushes you onto the bed, a smirk stretching across his lips as he straddles you.

“we’ve got to be quick,” he pants, grinding against you desperately. his hard clothed cock rubs against your panties, the friction only making you wetter as you reach for his belt buckle. “so needy.” terushima teases, slapping your hands away as you whine.

“nii-chan, i want your cock!” you cry and he sneers as he slowly unbuckles his belt with a click, making you sigh as you roll your eyes. “i thought you said we have to be quick?” you gasp when he slaps the inside of your thigh harshly, the skin stinging as he pushes your skirt up to your hips.

“so desperate- you’re such a little cockslut for your nii-chan, aren’t you?” he taunts, brown lustful eyes flickering down to your soaked panties. you grip your bottom lip between your teeth, body twitching at the sensitivity of terushima tracing a cold finger along the wet patch. “you’re soaking and i haven’t even done anything yet. do you love nii-chan’s cock that much that you’re already soaking just thinking about being stuffed with it?”

your cheeks burn with the humiliation and it feels so dirty, so wrong to be acting this out in his family home with his mother downstairs preparing a lovely meal for you all, but the thrill of depravation just makes you wetter.

“please, nii-chan! give me your cock- want to cum all over it!” you beg and terushima grins as he tugs down his pants, his hard, thick cock springing up against his clothed t-shirt. he’s fully hard already, the question of how long he’s been like this racing through your mind but the thought disappears the moment terushima hooks a finger through your soaked panties, pushing them aside as he nudges his leaking, veiny cock towards your entrance.

“nii-chan, aren’t you going to eat me out? or finger me at least?” he tilts his head in faux sympathy at your question before he scoffs.

“why would i do that when you’re already this wet? you’re dripping for your nii-chan, dirty. little. slut.” he plunges his cock into you at the last, humiliating word, lips smashing against yours to silence the loud moan that almost rips from you. it burns, even with all your slick trickling out of your sopping hole and dampening your panties you’re writhing as he kisses you hungrily, the cold metal of his piercing making you shudder as he drags it along your tongue.

“so tight,” terushima smirks as he pulls away from the messy kiss, your saliva smeared across his lips. “your pretty pussy just feels so good, baby.” he groans as he starts to rock his hips, the burning pain fading into pleasure as his thick, veiny cock rubs against your sensitive walls, every vein and ridge pressing against all the right places and his cockhead so close to your cervix.

“nii-chan, your cock is so big!” you moan, gripping the bedsheets as terushima thrusts into you. he’s moaning wantonly, not caring at all about his mother just downstairs, with his hands groping your clothed chest.

“you love nii-chan’s cock, little slut. want to be fucked dumb on my dick, don’t you?” you nod, whining desperately as you raise your hips to meet his thrusts with euphoria swimming through your veins. it’s so wrong, so dangerous. you’ve just met his mother less than ten minutes ago and now he’s fucking you, calling himself nii-chan in his childhood bedroom. “who’s fucking you this good, baby?”

“you, nii-chan!” you cry, head swirling with the pleasure as terushima rewards you with faster thrusts. “you fuck me so good!”

“such a good girl for me. you’re dripping all over my cock. let nii-chan give you a treat.” you’re panting, the pressure in the pit of your stomach building as you let him grip your jaw roughly, prising your mouth open with forceful fingers pressing into your cheeks. “open wide for nii-chan.” so obedient. your mouth drops open, tongue sliding out as terushima puckers his lips. he spits directly onto you- only it doesn’t hit your tongue, instead the cold, wet globule slaps against your cheek as you cringe, skin burning with the humiliation. he snickers, hips grinding into you as he smears his saliva roughly into your skin. “so messy. you’re such a dirty slut for me- say it.”

“i’m a dirty slut for nii-chan.” your voice wavers as you repeat his words, but the sheer humiliation only pushes you closer to the edge, a heavy moan escaping you and terushima both as your walls clamp down hard on him.

“fuck-” he hisses, hips jerking as his thrusts become sloppier, the two of you edging towards your climax. “are you going to cum for me? going to be a good slut and cream all over nii-chan’s cock?” you whimper at his words, squeezing his hard, throbbing cock tighter as your moans grow heavier.

“nii-chan!” your cry gets cut off as his fingers lock around your throat, squeezing tight at the sides as you gasp for air, pussy clenching tight around him as your walls convulse. you cum hard, wetness gushing out of you and the title rolling off your lips in a symphony of whimpering moans as terushima’s hips stutter. he groans as he ruts into you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hot cum spills into your warm cunt, dribbling out of your sopping hole as he slowly pulls out.

“that was fun.” he grins, pulling your panties back into place as you gasp. you can feel his cum trickle out of you, ruining your soaked panties even further but terushima just looks so pleased.

“yūji,” you whine, burying your face in your hands. “i can’t believe we fucked and now we have to go downstairs and eat dinner with your mother!” he laughs at your words, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans before he pecks your cheek playfully.

“it’ll be hot, you sat there with all my cum inside you.” he pauses, edging towards your jaw. “if you keep it all in like a good girl, nii-chan will treat you when we get home.” a suggestive smile tugs at your lips, your filled pussy clenching at his words before he’s taking your hand, pulling you out of the room to go downstairs.

“yūji!” his mother cries when you both reach the bottom of the stairs. “look who’s back!” you frown in confusion as she points towards the living room, terushima looking puzzled too. then his face lights up immediately and he drops your hand to rush into the living room, leaving you stunned as you follow in behind him.

he’s engulfed someone in a hug, swinging them around with his face buried in their neck as his mother laughs beside you, clapping a hand to her chest.

“yūji’s always been so close to yura,” she smiles fondly. you open your mouth to question but all words die in your throat as terushima releases the girl and you see her clearly stood in front of you.

no. ice runs through your veins and your heart almost stops.

it’s like looking in the mirror.

she’s the exact same height as you, her build similar with her hair dyed the exact same shade of yours. but surely that’s just a coincidence...but why does a heavy, dull feeling fester inside, making you almost want to be sick? but the similar makeup style and the clothes you’re both wearing...the clothes terushima had suggested would look pretty on you until you finally started to like it, it’s all too much.

“hi!” she beams. “i’m yura! you must be our yūji’s girlfriend, it’s so lovely to meet you!” it feels cold to let her arms envelope you, your throat tightening as your skin crawls. she even smells like you, the soft scent of her perfume so familiar...and terushima had been the one to buy it for you.

“you’re his sister?” a bright laugh rings from her at your words and she playfully shoves terushima, a grin stretching across his face.

“nii-chan, haven’t you told her about me? you’re the worst!” as she rolls her eyes playfully, terushima snickers and snakes an arm around her shoulders.

“you love me really, yura.” he beams, pulling her into his side as she laughs and giggles.

it’s unsettling. a cold shiver runs down your spine and something deep in your chest twinges as you study terushima. the way he looks at her- something’s not quite right. it’s almost the way he looks at you when you’re getting ready and he comes to stand behind you in the mirror, making sure to exaggerate checking you out so he can make you laugh as your cheeks heat up...but are his eyes softer? why do you feel like the outsider? no. you’re overthinking this, you have to be. it’s disgusting otherwise. and surely the fact he makes you call him nii-chan- no, that’s just a kink. it doesn’t mean anything- he even said so himself.

“yura, take your bags up to your bedroom before dinner.” ms. terushima says, breaking the awkward silence as yura nods.

“i’ll help.” you blurt out before you can stop, forcing a smile as yura’s face illuminates as she hands you a suitcase.

“you’re such an angel, y/n!” she grins. “yūji-nii, you’re so lucky!” as she leads you out of the living room, you’re stopped in the doorway when ms. terushima places a gentle hand on your arm, suddenly laughing as her eyes flick between you and her daughter.

“oh my, i just realised- you two look so alike! which one’s my daughter?!” it’s a light-hearted joke but it just makes your thudding heart sink further, terushima and yura’s laughter ringing in your ears along with their mother’s.

“what a coincidence, i never noticed.” terushima remarks. you glance back at him, surprised to see the tender smile lingering on his face and warmth fills you- it’s just an honest mistake, a coincidence. there’s nothing weird, even with the whole dirty kink he has...but the warmth fades and ugly, green envy floods the moment you realise his sparkling brown eyes aren’t looking at you. they’re looking at his sister.

no. it’s wrong to get jealous of his adoration for his younger sister, you tell yourself as you follow yura up the stairs, dragging along one of her suitcase as she chatters on at you about her travels. she’s his sister and you’re his girlfriend, there’s a difference between the love he has for you and it’s natural he’s so excited to see her, she’s been travelling away for such a long time-

“why are you going into that room?” you ask, stunned when yura opens the door to terushima’s room- the same room he was fucking you in just earlier. she frowns at you, confusion etched on her face as she gestures to the bare bedroom, almost laughing awkwardly.

“because it’s my bedroom- why else?” she giggles as she wheels in the suitcase but you’re rooted to the spot with horror. her bedroom? you want to be sick...terushima had you both fuck in his sister’s bedroom, had you calling him nii-chan when he fucked you in his own sister’s bed? your throat grows dry and tight but the worst thing is that the anger seeping into you isn’t just out of pure disgust but out of envy too- why is he so obsessed with his own sister? what was so good about her compared to you?

“y/n?” yura looks hesitant when she shuts her bedroom door behind her, smiling nervously as you push away your intrusive thoughts despite the wrenching feeling in your gut. “are you okay?” you’re being silly. this is stupid thoughts- terushima isn’t obsessed with his younger sister, that’s a joke. he isn’t a nasty pervert, he’s just a loving older brother and a loving boyfriend to you.

“i’m fine.” she smiles cheerfully again, resuming her chatter as she leads you back down the stairs towards the dining room. yeah, she’s normal, you laugh to yourself, and so is terushima. there had to be a logical reason why he took you to yura’s room instead of his own- his must’ve been too messy or maybe he had embarrassing things in there from his teenage years.

“i’m so happy you’re both here,” ms. terushima smiles when you and yura seat yourselves at the dining table- you’re sat beside terushima with yura and their mother opposite, and you have to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth to force a smile at terushima when he looks at you. but it’s only a momentary glance before he’s looking straight at his sister and your hopeful heart sinks again. just earlier he was so desperate to fuck you and fill you up with his cum and now he couldn’t even spare you a glance because he’s too busy with his sister?

“you’re so lucky you got to travel, like look at you looking all hot with that tan.” you almost choke on your food at the words that so brazenly leave his mouth, eyes widening with shock. why is nobody surprised?! ms. terushima doesn’t seem to bat an eyelid, instead focusing on her dinner whilst yura flushes deep pink, grinning as she looks down at her plate shyly.

“yūji-nii, stop!” but she doesn’t look like she wants him to and the food in your mouth tastes like cardboard as you chew it over and over, throat too tight to swallow as you stare at terushima and his sister grinning at each like nobody else is in the room. is it a joke perhaps? but the gleam in his eyes as he softly gazes at her face, when they rake down her body- why doesn’t he look at you like that? it stings, you can’t deny it that you’re feeling your self-esteem and your heart sink because you’re just a fragment of what she is to terushima.

but you can’t dwell on it anymore and you force a smile and laugh as ms. terushima engages in conversation over you and terushima- how did you meet? where was your first date? how bad of a boyfriend is terushima and how has he managed to keep you for so long? but it grows harder and harder to keep up with the bright smiles and jokes when terushima seems to grow more and more distracted, and it aches within you to tear your eyes away from his mother, trying not to let them sting with tears when you look at your boyfriend. only he isn’t looking at anyone else except his sister.

it’s worse when you feel a foot bump against your leg and immediately your eyes meet yura’s, a sheepish smile spreading across her lips.

“sorry- i didn’t mean to kick you.” she says. you can’t even muster a smile back, not when terushima squirms beside you, a badly-concealed smirk tugging at his lips and you’re left feeling empty. worthless. how embarrassing- you’re dating a pervert with a creepy obsession with his younger sister and all you can think about is how close you are to being her...but just not simply not good enough.

by the end of dinner when ms. terushima insists on brewing coffee, you’ve fallen into silence. everything feels wrong. your skin crawls and the knowledge of terushima, the sweet, loving boyfriend who encouraged you to wear those new clothes and experiment with your makeup, who bought you sweet gifts of perfume and hair dye, and just showed you so much love and stability, even shedding that fuckboy label was only doing it all because he’s a disgusting, incestuous creep who tried to morph you into the next best thing after his sister- it makes you feel dirty. so dirty. yet you’re still aching, every tendon of your heart pulling with an enormous weight that when terushima leaves you and his mother alone in the living room to go ‘help yura with the dishes’ you can’t stop the tears that swell in your eyes.

“oh dear, what’s wrong?” ms. terushima coos, reaching out to clasp your trembling hands in hers. you can barely choke out words- how do you tell her that you’ve just had your heartbroken because you realise her son isn’t in love with you at all, he just makes you call him nii-chan and uses you to live out his fantasies of fucking his sister.

“n-not feeling well.” disgusted. heartbroken.

“aw, you should get yūji to take you home. he’ll look after you-” a warm smile spreads across her face. “he really cares about you- you know you’re the first girl he’s ever brought home? i’m so happy about how much you love each other.”

her words make you cry harder as you walk towards the kitchen, your sobs and the pounding in your ears drowning out the giggles. your chest burns with the agonising knowledge that terushima really doesn’t love you at all and even though you’re repulsed by him and his sister you still wish that everything between you both wasn’t a dirty lie, a fucking fantasy.

“yūji-”

what the fuck?

you freeze in the doorway of the kitchen, the tears not flowing any longer because you feel so empty and so pained inside. it’s too late. terushima had sprung away from his sister but you’d seen enough. swollen cherry lips. flushed cheeks. red marks on her neck. the soap suds on his wrists, even though she’s the one washing the dishes.

“y/n?” terushima looks shocked as he steps forward to approach you but stops quickly, thinking somewhat better of his actions. “what’s wrong?”

everything. everything’s wrong. him. his sister. his lies.

“i want to go home.” you sniffle. each heartbeat hurts. why aren’t you good enough? why doesn’t he just love you for you? does he imagine you’re her when he fucks you, imagining it’s her calling him ‘nii-chan’ instead of you, wishing it’s her pussy he’s fucking instead of yours? when he fucked you in her bed and filled you up with his cum, made you spend the entire evening stuffed and defiled with his seed, is it because he’s imagining her instead? does he only feel attracted to you, love you because you’re the closest thing he could get to her- the closest, normal way of feeding his depraved, degenerate obsession? and now that she’s back…

“ah, y/n.” terushima groans. you’re a bother to him now. within just a single evening you’ve been reduced to nothing. “do you really want to go now?” you don’t miss the glance towards his sister. why her? it’s wrong, it’s fucked up, it’s not normal- why couldn’t he just love you when it’s right?! “i want to stay here so you can go. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you don’t have anything else to say. you turn away, biting your lip hard enough you’re sure you’ll be drawing blood to stifle the sobs that threaten to escape. you feel sick to your stomach, knowing that terushima can satisfy his disgusting, depraved, degenerate cravings tonight- the real thing he’s been lusting for all the time he’s spent with you. and yet despite the nausea and the disgust, you’re still wondering why you can’t be her, why you can’t be better than his sister for him to love you for you.

#tw.incest #yandere haikyuu #yandere!terushima #darkconfectionery #yandere terushima #yandere terushima imagines #yandere terushima x reader #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere hq #dark haikyuu #terushima #terushima imagines #terushima fic #terushima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader

550 notes · View notes

bbyboybrock--archived · 4 years

Text

Shipped (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* Omg your requests are open!! Can you do something about colby and reader dating in secret and she’s always hyping him up on everything and fans just think it’s cause they are best friends. But she posts a post wearing the love for hire letterman on accident and the fans connected it because Kat and Tara have it to so they figure out they are dating and go crazy (in a good way) for them 🥺❤️

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Major fluff, Swearing

Masterlist

I harassed Colby into letting me listen to their new music. Let’s just say, when you guys hear this, you’re going to be glad One Direction is on a break. Can’t help but stan L4H!! #numeber1fan

I press "send tweet" before plugging in my phone and taking a quick shower. When I get out of the shower I grab my phone and throw myself onto Colby’s bed. It’s our bed at this point. I spend more time at the trap house than I do my apartment, I might as well move in. I go and read the comments under my tweet. Most of them are good. Some fans want me to leak the boys' music, others are freaking out over mine and Colby’s friendship. Someone makes it a point to mention how cute Colby and I would be as a couple and linked an edit that they made. Someone commented that fans like them, the one that posted the edit, are the problem and the reason why Colby doesn’t have any friends who are girls. There is a whole fight going on under that comment.

I quickly try to defuse the situation between the fans before exiting twitter altogether. I take my towel off of my damp hair and walk back into Colby’s bathroom to detangle it. When I finish doing my hair I grab the first jacket of Colby’s that I see to get warm. Lucky for me, it’s his Love for Hire lettermen jacket. For whatever reason, this jacket is more comfortable than any hoodie I’ve stolen during our entire relationship, maybe it’s because it smells strongly like him. Or maybe it’s because I get to finally live out my high school dream of wearing my boyfriend’s lettermen. Either way, Colby knows that this is my jacket now and he’s going to have to fight me to the death for it back. I don’t know if it’s because I freshly showered and my hair is fluffy, or because my skin is thanking me for not putting makeup on it yet, but something is compelling me to take a selfie in Colby’s bathroom mirror.

I get up on to the counter and try to position myself comfortably. I take a few selfies, while carefully not exposing Colby’s messy counter. I do cute poses with peace signs and my tongue sticking out. I do serious “model” poses with hair looking like I’m in a photoshoot. I take a couple and post them on my Instagram story. I triple check each one before pressing send to make sure they end up on my close friends’ list and not my public story. That would be disastrous. I saw how people were acting in the comments of my tweet supporting Colby when a fan posted an edit wishing we were dating. I can’t imagine how his fan base would react if they knew we really are dating and have been for well over a year.

Well, I can imagine how they would react, I’ve been around Colby long enough to figure out how his fanbase functions. Most of his fans would be supportive. Of the majority, there would be roughly half who constantly would show their support over our relationship. The other half would keep quiet and try not to mention it directly so they don’t “jinx” it. No matter how open Colby is with his fans, there is still so much of his life that he has to keep private from the rest of his fans who wouldn’t be supportive of our relationship. The obsessive ones who think that Colby is a toy and belongs to only them. In all honesty, Colby and I probably would have been together longer if it wasn’t for them. We probably wouldn’t have been friends. There was a period in his life when he wouldn’t make any new female friends because of what his old friends had to go through. Because of that, Colby has always been protective of me.

Even though we’ve been friends since he moved to Los Angles, he only introduced me to his fandom two years ago. Even then, it wasn’t like, boom: “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Colby made sure I was properly acclimated to his side of internet stardom by having me appear in all of his other friends’ videos and photos first before a strand of my hair was placed in one of his videos. And then he said, “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Being a Youtuber myself, I have some experience with fandoms. But nothing could prepare me for his intense fans. For the first couple of months after Colby put me on his channel, I understood why Colby kept so many of girl friends in the dark or why some chose to stop being friends with Colby in general. It’s only a select few fans, but when there are so many comments of harassment and death threats it can get overwhelming.

Those comments died down after a while though. Mostly because I either mute certain words from my comments or I don’t read them. Colby and I try really hard to hide our relationship. If we’re in videos together, we don’t sit too close. We keep our hands to ourselves; even a simple hand on the shoulder can cause a frenzy. We only post our couple pictures on our actual secret Instagram accounts and close friends list. Our friends know not to post anything where we might look too much like a couple. We make it a point to bicker like siblings whenever we do work together. Hell, the reason I still have my apartment is to avoid people finding out we’re dating. If I have my own place, people just think I’m visiting the guys whenever I’m over. And it works, everyone just assumes that we’re really close friends.

“I’m back and I bring food!” Colby yells as he opens the door to the room. I plug my dying phone back into the charger before abandoning it in the bathroom to greet Colby.

“Oh thank God, I was beginning to think you were with your hoes. But then I ran into Sam, Jake, and Corey in the kitchen so I relaxed.” I give Colby a quick kiss and help him with the shopping bags in his hand. I set them on the bed and start going through them.

“I wish, but they were too busy for me. So I went and got us stuff for this weekend.” Colby sets the food down and helps me unload the bags.

“Oh that reminds me, we need to stop by my place after dinner so I can pack my things.” Te whole friend group is renting a log cabin in woods for Thursday to Monday morning for bonding and to get a few collars done. Colby went and got a few road trip snacks without me. Probably because I would get distracted at Target and we would never leave. It’s fine, he remembered to get my favorite snacks.

“Yeah, okay, I figured. We could have gone earlier but I had to let you sleep in after you spent all night watching tiktoks.” Colby walks over to the couch and starts to set up our lunch in front of the tv.

“To be fair, I’m not responsible for the time lost when I’m on the tok. Besides, I learned more dances to teach you!” I take off Colby’s jacket and set it at the foot of the bed before joining Colby on the couch.

“Of course you did. You know how much I love learning a new TikTok dance every day.” Colby jokes before kissing my forehead. He hands me my food and turns on Netflix.

A few minutes into our show, there’s a loud, rapid knock at the door. Annoyed, Colby paused the show and puts his food down.

“What?” Colby asks as he gets up to open the door. Sam stands on the other side, relieved. The last time Sam knocked on the door like that, Colby and I were busy… rearranging furniture.

“Oh Colby, you’re home. But I’m not here for you. Y/N, did you mean to post that on your story?” Colby moves aside to let Sam in.

“Haha, Sammy, I’m not falling for that one. Colby already tried that on me last week.” I go back to eating my food and ignore Sam.

“No, I’m being serious. Katrina said she kept trying to reach you but you’re not answering. Fans are freaking out on twitter.”

“Oh shit!” I quickly put down my food and grab my phone in the bathroom. There are miss calls and texts from Kat, Tara, and Devyn. I unlock my phone and open Instagram to check my story. Sure enough, I accidentally sent one of my selfies to my main story instead of my close friends. The selfie looks harmless enough, except I’m wearing Colby’s jacket and it’s very obvious that I’m in his bathroom. Jake moved in some of the cardboard Colby’s into Colby’s room and one of them faces the mirror, you can kind of see it in the selfie. Most people might think nothing of it, but earlier this week Kat and Tara posted pictures of them wearing Sam and Jake’s jackets. With that association alone, everyone is going to find out.

“I don’t get it, there’s only a selfie on here. Did you already delete it?” Colby yells from the bedroom. I slowly walk out of the bathroom with a confused look on his face.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” I open up my story and check how many people have seen it.

“What, I’m lost… Oh… Oh! Oh, fuck!” Colby finally gets it and does something on his phone.

“‘Oh fuck’ is right. So many people took screenshots that even if I deleted it now, it would be pointless.” I walk to the bed and throw myself facedown, like a teen in a movie after having a shitty day at school.

“And you guys are trending on Twitter,” Sam says. I almost forgot he was still here.

“Dude,” Colby warns.

“Not helpful, I get it. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Sam leaves the room and I let out a scream as soon as I hear the door close. I feel the spot next to me sink as Colby sits down and starts rubbing my back.

“Hey, Y/N, these aren’t as bad as you think. I’m only seeing positive messaged. Look,” Colby gently pats my back to get my attention.

“Really? Let me see.” I sit up, sniffle, and peek at Colby’s phone as he reads.

“Are you crying?” Colby asks as he wipes my face.

“I immediately got overwhelmed. Let me read the tweets.” I take Colby’s phone scroll through the tweets. He’s right, they’re mostly positive. I haven’t seen a negative tweet yet. That’s the opposite of how I thought this would go. A few people are telling other fans to stop assuming, but even those are calm compared to the fight I saw earlier.

“See, I guess we were stressed all this time for no reason. We can do normal couple things like our friends and not go out of our way to hide everything.”

“That’ll be nice. It was getting exhausting. What do we do now? How do you want to approach this? Live stream? Youtube video?” I look at Colby and he has a big smile on his face.

“Right now, let’s just finish lunch. We can deal with this later. Now, I’m going to take this back. I don’t want you to start crying again.” Colby strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

“I love you, Colbs,” I say softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fluff imagine #traphouse #trap house #imagine #imagines #traphouse imagine #trap house imagine #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby imagines #colby x reader

528 notes · View notes

rowanwhitethornisbae · 3 years

Text

Faking It Chapter 6

Hey! I know its been a while so click on the master list if you want to catch up or even start. Im going to try to start updating more frequently in the next few months. Thanks to everyone for reading!!

TW: Language, drinking, sexual references, blood

Faking It Masterlist

Aelin woke with a start to the sound of her phone ringing.

"Shit." She swore, quickly realizing she must've fallen asleep after her conversation with Fenrys. She hung up on the call, silencing that obnoxious ringing as she sat up in bed. Aelin hadn’t bothered to check who it was, but she knew she'd figure it out if she went back downstairs.

It was probably Lysandra, calling to make sure Aelin wasnt already passed out drunk somewhere. It wouldn't be the first time. Groaning internally, she picked herself up off the bed. Despite her falling asleep, the duvet covers looked unruffled. Still, she fluffed the pillow briefly in an attempt to ease her own discomfort at sleeping in Dorian's room.

With one last look to confirm that the room appeared undisturbed, Aelin closed the door shut behind her. She made it halfway down the staircase when the exhaustion hit her. It was a familiar feeling, like when you were abruptly waken from sleep to attend a six am practice at school. Still, she clung extra hard onto the railing for a moment in order to gain her bearings once again.

As her eyes finally focused, she could make out the throng of high schoolers in the living room below her. Her eyes adjusted to the colourful lights as she scanned the area for a familiar face. She saw Lorcan first, and then Rowan beside him, the latter scowling. At first it didn't seem odd, Rowan was always scowling at something. She took another few steps down the stairs, and with closer examination, realized something was wrong.

She tracked Rowan’s glare across the room, landing on her ex-boyfriend and the guy who’s bed she’d just fallen asleep in. “Shit shit shit!” Aelin said to no one in particular as she hurried down the stairs. She reached Rowan at nearly the exact second that Chaol and Dorian did.

“Hey guys.” She said, slightly out of breath. Chaol gave her a once over and his brows furrowed at whatever he saw.

“Pull your skirt down A.” His voice was full of unjustified disdain. “You look like you just got railed in a bathroom.”

Aelin glanced down at herself. Her skirt was in fact, extremely ridden up, and half her ass was falling out. In her haste to prevent a fight she had forgotten to check her appearance. She knew she should pull it down, what Chaol said was completely logical. And yet, they were broken up, who the hell was he to tell her what to do.

Aelin shot him her sweetest simpering smile. “Maybe I did.”

He bit out a harsh laugh, and she felt Rowan’s body tighten beside her. “Who the hell - “ Chaol started to say, but was cut off by his mouth falling open.

Aelin, tired of hearing her ex speak, had taken action into her own hands. From the left of Rowan, she placed her right hand on his far cheek and spun her body around smoothly, bringing her lips to his.

For a moment, he didn't reciprocate the gesture and Aelin’s heart began to race. Just as she began to pull away, his arm came around her lower back, and he started to really kiss her. Her other hand tangled in his hair as they stood intertwined.

The rest of the room seemed to fall away, the music becoming faint and the lights dim as she kissed him. Someone coughed from beside them, pulling Aelin out of her daze. Slowly, she extracted herself from Rowan and turned back around to Chaol. He was staring at them, looking as though he’d just been slapped.

Aelin delighted in the feeling of power flowing through her veins. She tucked her hands behind her back, and realizing her skirt had ridden up even further, she pulled it down. There were lines that even Aelin wasn't willing to cross to prove a point.

To Dorian’s credit, he looked incredibly amused with the entire situation, and was clearly trying to stifle a laugh. Chaol’s expression was pretty funny, Aelin noted.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. Aelin recognized the exact second when he went from shocked to angry. Everything about him changed; his eyes, his posture, the way he held his hands. He was on the offensive now, and all Aelin could do was brace herself for the coming verbal assault.

“You whore.” He spat.

Un-original. Aelin thought to herself. He really needed new material.

“I always knew you were fucking him on the side.” Chaol’s whole body was trembling with anger, and even Dorian had the good sense to look unnerved.

Aelin didn't dare look at Rowan or Lorcan. “Chaol.” She said calmly, “lets go somewhere else to talk about this.” She was quickly growing un-easy. Aelin had wanted a reaction. Yes. But she wasn't expecting the look of pure hatred shining in Chaol’s eyes. The usually soft brown had darkened to a near black, making him look unhinged.

He ignored her soft request completely. “How long Aelin?” He asked, his voice suddenly deadly soft. “How long did you wait after fucking me before you were back in his bed.”

Suddenly Aelin felt a little ill. “It wasn't like that.” She hated how quiet her voice sounded.

“Then what was it like huh?”

“Please Chaol,” she half begged. “Can we just talk somewhere else?”

“Why?” The expression on his face had turned evil. “You don't want the whole room to know that you're a fucking whore.”

He yelled the last word, but luckily it got lost in the music.

“It’s pathetic really,” he turned back on her. “Your constant need for male validation.”

He gave her outfit a once over, and Aelin found herself wishing she’d worn something more conservative.

“You are worthless.” He spat the words again, shaking his head with faux-disappointment. “You’re parents probably killed themselves to get away from you.”

Aelin barely had time to process the words before Rowan exploded. His fist connected with Chaol’s cheek, sending the latter flying backwards. He hit the ground hard, people and plastic cups scattering in his wake. Rowan was on him in an instant, pummelling his face into the tile floor. Blood leaked from Chaol’s face, seeping onto his shirt and the floor.

Aelin didn't even hear Lorcan swear and run over to Rowan. She was too focused on trying not to scream. Lorcan threw his arms around Rowan, attempting to pull the thrashing high-schooler away. Rowan fought in Lorcan’s arms, before eventually slowing his efforts.

Dorian, swearing under his breath, knelt beside Chaol. The room was spinning, and Aelin’s head fucking hurt. She stumbled through the room, trying to find the exit. There was a loud roaring in her ears, and spots danced in her vision.

Fuck. What if she fainted at a high-school party? Aelin would never live that shit down.

“Oof.” She grunted as she slammed into a wall. Aelin groped about blindly, searching for a door. She nearly collapsed with relief as she found one, and threw herself in, shutting the door. She barely had time to lock it before she was vomiting, most of it landing in the toilet.

“Fucking hell!” A voice exclaimed loudly. Aelin allowed herself to finish retching before she turned to face her latest stroke of bad luck. Could she not be alone for five fucking seconds?

The male beside her was clearly just finishing up washing his hands, as he was still holding a hand towel. “Aelin?” He asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Cairn.” She grumbled in reply, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Aelin had never really liked Cairn. He hated Chaol with a passion, envied her ex-boyfriend for getting the captain spot in sophomore year, a spot that everyone thought was going to Cairn.

Despite the poor timing, Aelin had been meaning to track Cairn down to talk. Far be it for her to give up this perfect opportunity, vomit and near panic attack aside. She slowly pulled herself into a standing position and nudged Cairn away from the sink so she could splash some water on her face. The cold helped centre her again, and Aelin let herself take a deep breath.

Cairn was watching her with a look of apprehension, as if watching a slow motion car crash.

“I heard about your bet.” She said in a monotone voice.

Cairn’s jaw tensed, but that was all the physical reaction he showed.

“Im not going to try anything.” He said softly, surprising her a little. “I have a thing about vomit.”

Suddenly Aelin was thankful for the small nearly invisible chunks of throw-up left on her shirt.

“Am I supposed to thank you for not being a dick?” She asked him

“I didn't ask you to. You thanked me enough with that show out there. I just won 200$ off a bet I made a year ago.”

“A bet on what?” She asked, unsure of if she really even wanted to know.

Cairn smirked. “Who would throw the first punch?”

Aelin couldn't help the way her whole body tensed. “You seem to be betting a lot lately.”

“I had a thousand dollars on you and me getting together at this party A.” He shrugged as if the loss of that kind of money didn't matter to him. “You owe me.”

She decided to ignore the last part of the comment. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You’re going to fuck me?”

Against her own wishes she bit out a small laugh. The joke wasn't even funny, and slightly offensive, but the look of hope on his face did enough.

“No. I’m just going to let you tell people I did.”

He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “And why would you do that?”

She tried to hide how much she had riding on his response. “Your going to let Rowan on the football team. Or at least a try out.”

Cairn laughed, a real laugh. “Chaol will murder me.”

She tapped her foot. “You get a thousand dollars and can tell everyone whatever you want about me.” She paused. “Just nothing too humiliating okay?”

His answering grin was borderline wicked. “Deal.”

The shook hands briefly. Aelin didn't really mind Cairn telling people about the two of them, it would either be dismissed entirely as a rumour or forgotten soon there after. Besides, she had more important things to worry about.

The door handle turned and she spun around. “I’ll leave you alone then.” Cairn said, nodding at her. He had stepped mostly out before he paused once again.

“Sometimes Aelin I wonder if you and me are soulmates.”

She nearly choked on air. “What.”

He just smiled, a softer smile than she’d ever seen on him. “We’re just more alike than you think.” With that he left, closing the bathroom door behind him.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Cryptic fucking prick.

Aelin took a few moments to finger brush her hair and straighten her clothes before exiting the bathroom. God high school parties were awful. She just needed to get to the front door without bumping into anyone of note, call an uber, and get the fuck home. Not too bad right?

She managed to get about halfway before someone called her name. Aelin didn't bother to look around, just kept elbowing through the crowd as if her life depended on it.

“Aelin!” The voice was louder this time, getting closer too.

She had just made it to the threshold when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Choosing to ignore it, Aelin flung open the door and half collapsed onto a step, praying that whoever it was could take a hint.

Unfortunately for her the weight shifted on the wooden porch and Chaol Westfall took the seat beside her.

She got up to leave immediately, despite her exhaustion, but he reached out a hand.

“Please.” He said. “Just hear me out. It’ll be quick.”

Aelin did. But only because she was pretty sure she would collapse if she didn't rest for a little longer.

“Aelin I'm really fucking sorry okay. I crossed a line.”

She didn't bother to reply. Aelin couldn't count the amount of times they’d had this exact same conversation. He said something shitty, she walked away, he apologized a day later.

For some fucked up reason she always forgave him. Aelin didn't have the energy to make tonight any different. She wanted to be on good terms with Chaol, even if that meant taking a slight hit to her dignity. If she had any left.

“I mean I know you’re not sleeping with Rowan so everything is okay.”

She whipped her head around to look at him.

“Is that the only reason you’re apologizing?”

He gave her a once-over. “I mean yeah.” He paused. “You weren't fucking him so there was no reason for me to get mad.”

She shook her head, mad at herself for being surprised. “God Chaol. Each time I think you can't be an ever bigger dick, you prove me wrong.”

She moved to stand leaning slightly on the railing. An Uber was parked along the curb, evident from the odd looking U on the windshield. She stumbled towards it and rapped on the window.

“Are you Yrene?” The man in the driver’s seat asked.

Aelin nodded, sliding into the back seat. She closed the door behind her and rested her head against the head rest, fighting off sleep.

“I am.”

Tag List:

@queen-of-glass

@courtofjurdan

@fictional-horan

@bamchickawowow

@julemmaes

@in-love-with-caramel-macchiato

@cheiflemming

@morganofthewildfire

@http-itsrebecca

@captainswanandclintasha

@booknerdproblems

@sassys-world

@thegoddessofyou

@cityofchelsea16

@loudphantomdragon

@poisonous00

@becarefuloflove

@more-espresso-less-depresso-xx

@rowanwhitethorn600

@heirofthrnightcourt004

@sportfire1089

@inthecityair

@aflickeringsoul

@sjmships

@superspiritfestival

@perseusannabeth

@tillyrubes10

@camilamartinezdunne

55 notes · View notes

shoutosteakettle · 4 years

Text

word count: 1692

key: ☾

warnings: y/n being a total bitch that low key deserves to burn, and uhhh...cheating

a/n: let’s not talk about how it took me three weeks to write this and just thank @ererokii for bullying me into finishing it, also if this complete dog shit blame her because she said it was good.

side note: forgot to say that this is a continuation of this fic right here :)

tag list in the replies - get added here//dm me to be removed

“Y/n,” his eyes wandered around your face, taking in your appearance for the first time in eight months. Your cheeks were stained with tears, and your make up was ruined beyond salvation. Your eyes were red and just as puffy as the white wedding dress you were wearing. But even so, you were gorgeous, as always.

“You were right. I love you. I love you so much, it’s ridiculous. It’s been eight months, and you’ve been the only thing I could think about. I thought I was happy; I wanted so badly to believe that I was happy, but how the fuck could I be happy when I wasn’t with you? I-” you were cut off by the sudden clash of Hitoshi’s lips on your own. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

This kiss was unlike any you shared with Katsuki - or anyone for that matter. It was warm, and it was inviting, but most importantly, it was loving. You’ve been in love plenty times, more time you could count, so why hadn’t you ever felt like this before?

Hitoshi pulled away, and you whined into the empty space where his mouth used to be, taking a couple of seconds to process everything that had just happened, his purple eyes never leaving yours, until he turned around and walked back into his apartment signaling you to follow.

Closing the door behind you, being careful not to snag your dress, you followed Shinsou to his kitchen, where you watched him sit down on a stool by the counter, lowing his head to his hand so he could rub his already aching temples. “What are you doing here? Aren’t supposed to be getting married or, is there another reason for this,” he asked, motioning toward the telltale wedding dress that clung to your frame.

You looked back at him, remembering why the tiniest part of you didn’t mind having him out of your life; fuck was he annoying, “Were you listening to a single word I said? I’m here because I want you, not Katsuki,” you reminded him, purposely floating over the question about your would have been wedding.

He looked you in your eyes, hearing the genuineness laced throughout your voice he tried his best to push aside the million different feelings he was experiencing right now, and just focus on the love coursing through his veins. “You don’t have to tell me what’s going on, not yet at least. What’s important is that you’re here, finally. Plus, I’m sure it’s not like you left him at the altar or anything,” Hitoshi joked, his airy laugh trailing off when he saw the more than overly guilty look on your face, “Fuck Y/n, really? I’m going to need a drink to deal with you.”

“Dude, calm down. I’m sure that she just got cold feet, Y/n’ll be back any minute now,” Kirishima claimed, trying his best to ease the nerves of his best friend.

“You’re right, we should just wait it out. She has to come back,” Katsuki mumbled, talking more to himself than the red-head next to him.

“D-Did Bakugou just agree with Kirishima,” Shouto asked the black-haired woman beside him, his voice not daring to reach above a whisper.

“He must really be out of it,” Momo whispered back, watching across the room as Kirishma cared for Katsuki as if he was a wounded puppy.

“No. No fuck this waiting shit, I’m going to go find her,” the blonde declared pushing Kirishima off of him, standing up beginning to take long strides over to the large mahogany door that lead to outside the dressing room of the church.

“There’s no need Bakugou. Kaminari and Ashido are already on it,” Shouto reminded him, trying his best to un-rile the angry groom in front of him. “I know where she is and I’m going to ho get her. So get out of my way before I move you out of my fucking way,” Bakugou stated simply, his voice about as cold as the right half of the male in front of him.

Shouto swore he could see the determination leaking from Katsuki’s pores, as a move of good faith (and personal safety), he took a step to the side. Feeling the angry eyes on him from both Yaoyorozu and Kirishima, Shouto offered to go along on the trip with Katsuki as a compromise, one that Katsuki reluctantly accepted.

Craking the bathroom door open just enough for you to hear him over the running shower, Hitoshi called out, letting you know that he left you some clothes on his bed.

Reaching behind yourself to your back, you pulled the zipper of your wedding dress down, the only thing running through your mind was the fact that if you had stayed at the wedding like you promised, Katsuki’s hands would be in place of yours. He would be here pulling your dress over your head, removing the lace garters from your legs and your waist, and joining you in the shower. He would be the one washing away your doubts and regrets making sure that you felt safe and reassuring you that you were perfect.

But instead, you were here trying your best to do it yourself. Washing away your own worries along with your tears, the reality of everything that had happened today finally starting to set in. You had obliterated everything you and Kstsuki had built without so much as a note to explain yourself, sure you might’ve been happy now, but what about him, the man you proclaimed to love enough to spend your life with him.

Rinsing off the last soap sudds, you turned the knob that shut off the pipe, reaching for the deep blue towel Hitoshi had left for you, neatly hung on the rack outside the shower. After wrapping the fabric tightly around your chest, you walked out the bathroom and to Hitoshi’s bed where he had said he left your clothes, but they were nowhere to be found.

Making sure that all of your sensitive bits were covered, you took a deep breath in before opening the door and walking out to the living room.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen her? I know you guys have been fighting or whatever, but I know this is the first place she would come,” Katsuki said to the conflicted purple-haired man standing in the doorway.

“Uhh…” the sight of a disheveled Katsuki at his doorstep accompanied with Shouto just standing there like his chaperone had Hitoshi nearly breaking out into a cold sweat. “Yeah, I haven’t seen her today,” Hitoshi lied, tasting the guilt on his tongue, staring at the dressed-up blonde in front of him.

“Damn. Well, let me know…” Katsuki’s voice trailed off when his wondering eyes met you, dripping wet and naked in another man’s house. His gaze turned back to Hitoshi, noticing the smudged red lipstick on his lips. One last time his attention shifted, this time to Shouto, before letting out a dark chuckle. “You see this shit,” he asked the very concerned mixed-matched man behind him, pointing toward the treacherous scene in front of him. Wanting to set the record straight, you began hurried steps towards Katsuki, who was still laughing, an indicator that something bad was about to happen.

No one could’ve been fast enough to stop the plumbing of one Hitoshi Shinsou happening on the apartment floor right now. Hitoshi had fallen to the floor after Katsuki’s initial blow to his face, making it easy for the blonde to straddle him, never faltering in the haste of his assault on to the Hitoshi.

There was at least a minute where no one did anything, for the simple reason of not knowing what to. “Get off of him Katsuki,” you cried, snapping Shouto out of his confusion, you watched as he rushed over to try and stop the completely one-sided fight happen between Katsuki and Hitoshi.

“Katsuki please,” this time, your words seemed to be enough to snap Katsuki out of his violent trance. You watched him stand up and brush himself out as if nothing had happened, before pushing past Shouto completely intent on leaving everything that had happened here in the past, plus you.

“Katsu stop, I can explain,” you called out, not expecting him to actually stop his strides towards the building’s elevators.

“What? What could you possibly have to say,” he peered down at your still dripping body, but by now, you couldn’t tell if your face was soaked by the water from your shower or the constant stream of tears pouring from the corner of your eyes.

Struggling to find the right words to say you decided not to sugarcoat the reality of the situation and just to say the words that had been on your mind for the past eight months, “You can’t really be that surprised Katsu, can you? I fell out of love with you months ago, and I know that you noticed, so if we’re being honest, you’re just as at fault for all of this as I am. I’m sorry, I really am. You have to know that even if I’m not in love with you anymore, that I still love you and that it hurts me to hurt you like this. I know that your forgiveness is the last thing I deserve, but do you think you could give it to me.” You let your head fall forward, watching as your falling tears created a small puddle on the tile beneath you.

“Hey Y/n,” Katsuki called out, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, his voice much softer than expected. You raised your head, your eyes meeting with his vermillion ones, burning holes straight through you. “You could cry me a fucking river for all I care; my forgiveness is that last thing that you’ll ever get,” with that Katsuki left, joining Shouto on the elevator, gone just as fast as he had broken bits of your soul.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #now imma write some baku fluff to make myself feel better

99 notes · View notes

mlm-writer · 4 years

Text

Sexual Healing (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader (reader can be any gender, but has a vagina and is ok with that. No pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no reference to boobs, but there is some nipple play)

Keywords: NSFW, fuck buddies (?), multiple orgasms, oral sex and swearing

Summary: Butcher only shows up when he is in a bad place and just needs a fuck. He comes unannounced and then disappears for months. At least he is a good lay in the hay.

Disclaimer: I also posted this on my Karl Urban thirst blog So if you see this blog also posting my work, don’t worry, it is me.

You kicked your shoes off at the door, hands too full to turn on the lights. With two heavy grocery bags, you made your way through the tiny hall to the living room slash kitchen. You saw light coming from the living room and cursed yourself for leaving them on again. With your ass, you bumped the door open, dropping the groceries as you saw someone sitting on your couch and swapping through channels. You should be used to it by now, but the spilled yoghurt on the floor told otherwise. “Butcher, fuck you,” you exclaimed, before bending down to salvage what you could from the floor. He looked over his shoulder, hesitating, before finally coming to help you.

“Surprise, love,” he plainly said with that same voice that always made you so weak in the knees. You were used to it by now. He came here, acted a little domestic to rub you in the right way, fucked your brains out and then disappeared for months. That was all it was and that was all you could handle right now anyway.

“You smell. Go shower,” you told him after he helped you clean up.

“Oh you almost make me blush,” he replied, before complying. He was going to shower anyway. He knew he had to, if he wanted to get near the bed. You heard the water running and knew you would not be able to make a full meal and eat it right now. You decided to go for instant noodles once more. You just got started on eating it, when Butcher walked out. He was nice enough to wear a towel. There was one limp noodle that could wait to get into your mouth. “You know I got somethin’ be’ah for in yer mouth, righ’?”

You sighed and put your bowl down for a second. “No nutritional value. Just go have a nap. You look like shit.” He acted hurt and you could see he was in no state to sleep, but you wanted to shower too and digest a little. He walked up to you, grin contradicting the hurt in his eyes and you sighed as you let yourself be played so easily. You could not find it in you to resist when he put your bowl aside and cornered you against the kitchen counter. His face landed in the crook of your neck and you complained about the scratchy feeling of his beard against your skin.

It was no surprise that Butcher ignored you. His lips and teeth attacked your neck and you automatically moved to make room for him there. His hands glided over your body, undressing you from above the waist, so his tongue could flick at your nipples. He had you gasping in no time and you pulled at his hair, forcing his head up, so you could connect your lips with his. Teeth that were not your own dug into your lips and you pulled at his hair again, tilting your head from side to side as you tried to get control. He did not let you.

Butched lifted you up, holding you with one arm and keeping you close with a hand on the back of your neck. He almost dropped you and cursed when he walked against the coffee table on the way to your bedroom. “You moved the fuckin’ table,” he complained as he let you down in front of the bed. You wasted no time getting your jeans off and depositing yourself on your bed.

“I did not. You just have not been here in months and start to get too old to remember shit.” He crawled over you, the fingers of one hand on your clit and the other hand holding you down by your throat.

“Quit bein’ a cunt, will you?” He was not pressing down hard enough to even cut off your air supply. It was just there to assert dominance, to give him a feel of control. His life was so wild, you just let him. You would want to have some control, if you were in his situation. You stared him down, as he played with your pleasure node. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, trying to deny the pleasure he was giving you.

Butcher gave you his signature smirk, finally able to let go of his troubles and getting his head in the current events. His teeth were visible for a moment, before he bent down to kiss down your stomach. You twitched away from his beard, but leaned into it the moment his lips wrapped themselves around your clit. You gasped, mouth falling open and eyes falling closed. He played you like the easy kazoo you were, using his mouth on you to make you sing. "Get away there, before you give me beard burn," you said through your teeth. Butcher saw right through it, sucking a little harder and your muscles involuntarily contracted as you came for the first time that evening. You were hardly done with coming, when your mouth was filled with tongue. You tasted your own juices on the wet muscle, letting out a whine, when dry fingers easily slid into your wet cunt.

Butcher knew how to curl his fingers, knew where to find your sweet spot and get you close, before you had even come down from your previous high. The hand that used to be on your throat was now used to balance him. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. He swallowed your sounds with pride, fingers relentless. You turned your face to the side, gasping for air. "Fuck Butcher give… give me a break…" Before you could complain more, he threw you over the edge by roughly removing his fingers from your wet hole and rubbing your clit with vigor.

You saw literal stars and feared getting a migraine, before the full wave of your second orgasm washed over you. Your hands lost their grip and you lied bonelessly on the bed, not resisting for a second as Butcher stood up. You didn't have the energy to watch him undress. Your eyes were closed, but you weren't planning on sleeping. Especially not when you felt the leaking head of a cock pressing against your lips. You let your tongue out to taste the precum, but the insistent tap against your jaw prompted you to open your mouth. Butcher slid in shallowly. He rubbed the head over your smooth tongue, letting you have a good taste of what would be in you soon.

You knew he loved having control, so you just let your jaw relax. He slowly fucked your face, going deeper with each thrust inside. He did not stop when you gagged, but you did not want him to. Your eyes rolled back as he held you in place. You let a hand wander down your body, rubbing your clit. He only let you for a few seconds, before letting your head go and removing your hand from your heat. His eyes burned into yours as he licked your fingers. You let out a shuddering breath. Butcher was always such a mess, that you had the tendency to forget just how hot he was when the burden of his life was temporarily absent.

You pushed him away. Your limbs did not quite cooperate, but Butcher helped you with getting in your favourite position. With a pillow supporting your upper body, you put your hands behind you to spread yourself open for him. You could feel your hole gaping for him. There was no need to see him, to know what he was going to do. Big hands lifted your thighs up more and you had to support your upper body with your hands. His thick cock slid in with no resistance. “Motha’fuck,” he cursed, as he pressed himself as deep into you as he could go.

“You ain’t my momma, but get to the fucking anyway,” you joked, a grin evident in your voice. He chuckled darkly and you knew you were in for it. He started off with a rough pace, making you sing for him with pleasure. The wet sounds filled your bedroom and you heard him groan behind you. Your hands lost their leverage and you came down, lying on the bed on your stomach. Butcher stopped to wrap an arm around your torso. He lifted you up until you were on your knees, back pressed against his chest. He held you close as his hips pistoned into you. You threw your head back and pulled his face closer with one hand. He kissed you like he loved you and sometimes you would believe it for the moment.

You didn’t know how close you were, until you were already trembling in Butcher’s arms. You let your head hang as he fucked you through your orgasm and towards his own. You passed moaning loudly long ago. All you could do now was letting your mouth silently fall open and just take it as your eyes rolled back. The man behind you did not stop until he pressed himself balls deep into you and you felt him twitching inside you. You were too over-stimulated to stay awake for much longer.

Next thing you knew, you woke up in a bed that was your own, but also a fucking mess. The smell of sex still hung in the air and a quick look towards the window revealed it was night. You groaned as you started to move. The last thing you wanted was to sleep in semen. Without looking for the owner of said spunk, you pulled the sheets off your bed. You’d see him in a few months again.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #female reader #male reader #ftm reader #the boys #the boys amazon #william butcher #karl urban #lemon

303 notes · View notes

karlurbanthirst · 4 years

Text

Sexual Healing (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Requested by: @venicepearl

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader (reader can be any gender, but has a vagina and is ok with that. No pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no reference to boobs, but there is some nipple play)

Keywords: NSFW, fuck buddies (?), multiple orgasms, oral sex and swearing

Summary: Butcher only shows up when he is in a bad place and just needs a fuck. He comes unannounced and then disappears for months. At least he is a good lay in the hay.

Words: 1624

Disclaimer: I also will post this on my general writing blog. So if you see this blog also posting my work, don’t worry, it is me.

“You smell. Go shower,” you told him after he helped you clean up.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #ftm reader #female reader #the boys #the boys amazon #Karl urban #william butcher #lemon

169 notes · View notes

poppy-in-the-woods · 3 years

Text

ArkAngel Part 2 - Chapter 12

Tags: police corruption, mention of drugs, threats of sexual violence, not perfect grammar/ orthography.

Word Count: 1850

Tag list: @triplexdoublex @welcometohoteldiablo @rumoured-whispers

Author’s note: we are slowly but surely approaching the end of this story. Will Wes be able to rescue Molly? Will Jake continue to be an asshole? This and other questions, answered in this and the next chapters. As always, look for the asterisks to skip the heavier stuff.

On with the show!

Once, a long time ago, Nathan Castle had been an idealistic young cop, but by the time he made the mistake that led to him being under the fist of the Irishman, people were already calling him Cas for that character in that series that he had never seen. Of that young man willing to break the law to solve an injustice, little was left, so when O'Shea called him and asked for help, he didn't even ask questions. He could have refused, but he only said:

“As soon as I have it, I'll let you know.”

It didn't take long for him to get the warrant, because he wasn't the only one in O'Shea's pocket. He went to the bank right away, because, although it was closed to the public, there were employees inside working. He only had to show his badge to be opened, and once inside he went to the vice-director’s office and, placing the warrant on his table, he said:

“I want to see Molly Angela Rose Davenport's box, if you please.”

“Sure, come with me,” said the man, after reading the warrant.

Molly's box was the 303, and there wasn't much in it: a thousand dollars in cash, a box of baby teeth, and a pen drive.

“This is evidence, I have to take it with me,” he said, stuffing it into an evidence bag. “By the way, what the fuck is that, teeth? Who keeps their baby teeth in a safe?”

“Our clients can put whatever they want in our boxes, and they aren't always things of monetary value, Detective,” the vice-director pointed out. “My grandmother kept her late husband's pacemaker in a box like this.”

“It must have been quite a surprise when she kicked the bucket and they opened the box, huh?” Cas joked.

“Yes, it was a bit surprising, but totally understandable.”

“If you say so... Anyway, I'm done here.”

“Excuse me for asking, Detective, but is Miss Davenport in trouble with the law?”

“I can't give you details of an ongoing investigation,” he replied. “And I advise you not to discuss this with anyone, we cannot allow leaks to the press.”

“Sure. Anyway, it is an honour to have been of help to the police. Feel free to call if you need anything else.”

Sitting in a car parked on the curb in front of the bank, Anthony and Chalky kept watch. They had seen Cas come in and they ducked again as soon as they saw him leave.

“Motherfucker!” Anthony muttered, straightening up as Cas got into his car and pulled away.

“Are you sure it's him?” Chalky asked.

“Yes. He's gotten here as fast as he can, and to my knowledge, there is no ongoing investigation that requires a warrant from KeyBank,” Anthony replied.

“Good.”

He took out his cell phone and texted his sister.

You (15:00):

We caught a mole in the castle.

Hardy (15:03):

👌.

And then he sent the same message to the others, but without writing it in code.

“‘Getting the mole out’ phase completed,” he said, smiling.

As soon as Detective Castle brought the pen drive, Hardy began to work, although not in the way O'Shea thought. Aside from cracking the weak password for the files on the USB stick, she broke into the house systems, taking control of the alarms, the internet, and even the thermostat. As a hacker, she loved that more and more people had ‘smart homes’ with systems connected and controlled through the internet, and most importantly, hackable. If anyone had observed her work, they would have noticed, but no one did.

“You could make my life easier and tell me the password,” Hardy told Molly.

“I'm sorry, I forgot,” she replied.

“Well, never mind, I'll find out anyway.” Molly showed flipped her off. “Sir, I deciphered the first folder,” she said to O'Shea after a while.

“What's in it?”

“Photos. Lots of pictures of Wes in different stages of undress,” Hardy replied, grimacing. “Oh my God!”

“What?” Jake asked.

“Nothing. It's... a dick pic.” Hardy cocked her head, looking at the photo, then at Molly, and back at the photo. “How the hell does that fit into you?”

“With patience and lots of lube,” she replied.

“Hardy, please focus,” O'Shea asked, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, sir. Sorry.”

She fumbled for another half hour, making sure she was still in control of everything she needed, things like the lights of the house or the gates to the garden. At last she gave O'Shea what he wanted by printing the file.

“Is it the right formula?” He asked, looking at the paper.

“I don't know, sir, my brother does the chemistry,” said Hardy. “I can tell him to come if you want.

“Yes, do that.”

The plan was going accordingly, but that did not reassure any of those who had to wait their turn; everyone was nervous, and the coffee Leonor had made was not helping. About fifteen minutes after Chalky got the call from her sister, Qweenie stopped looking out the window and sat down next to Wes.

“I've had an idea,” she whispered.

“What idea?”

“I'd better show you,” she replied.

Wes walked with her into her room. Qweenie closed the door and took a jar of green powder from her underwear drawer.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked.

“Yes. The Chemist gave it to his daughter to hide, and this morning I removed it from the 7-Eleven safe, just in case,” she explained. “I thought we could dissolve it in water and put it in a syringe, just in case.”

“There must be enough to cause an overdose in there,” Wes said, eyeing the jar closely.

“Or at the very least, to leave someone very fucked up. I have some unused syringes from when the cat was operated.”

“Okay, do it.” They returned to the living room. “Where is Hannigan?”

“He said that he had errands to run and that we keep him informed,” Mei said.

“Don't worry, he's a legit guy. He'll be back in time,” CC assured.

“Since when do you trust the cops?” Qweenie asked him.

“I don't trust cop, but I'm not saying it because he's a cop. He is just as interested as we are that this goes well. Even more interested.”

Chalky arrived at O'Shea's house around the same time that Qweenie and Wes were debating whether or not one shot of that amount of fairy dust would kill someone. He was immediately ushered into the dining room, where his sister, Molly, O'Shea, and his son were waiting. Without saying anything, Hardy handed him a couple of printed sheets.

“And well?” Asked the Irishman.

“Hey, I don't do miracles,” Chalky said after looking at the recipe. “I need a laboratory to cook it.”

“But can you do it?” Jake asked.

“I never said I couldn't,” he replied. “It's going to take a while though.”

“Obviously. We don't have a lab in this house, but I can order my men bring what is necessary,” O'Shea said. “Make a list and you will have it all in a couple of hours.”

“No problem. But we will need Wes to test it,” he replied.

“Why Wes?” O'Shea wanted to know, confused.

“Because he's like her. I will only know if it worked if the two of them take it and the connection is formed.”

“Connection?” Jake repeated.

“They're both children of fairy dust addicts. That creates a connection between them when they take the drug. It's pretty easy to see when it happens because they can't keep their hands off... well, more than usual.”

“Is that true, girl?”

“Wes and I are always connected,” Molly replied, shrugging, “but it's true the drug intensifies it.”

“Okay, let's get Wes here,” O'Shea said. “Tessa!”

“Yes sir?” Asked the woman.

“Molly's cell phone, please.” She handed it to him with the application already open. “To record a video...?”

“You have to push there, sir.”

“Here?”

“Yes, and now that other button.”

“Thank you.” The Irishman focused the camera on Molly. “Hi Wes. Your girl is very quarrelsome, huh? And she is not afraid of getting hit. But now that doesn't matter anymore, because I have what I wanted, so if you're not here in twenty minutes, I'll give her to Jake to have fun; she sure is a lot tamer after a couple of sleeping pills.”

“Don’t come!” She exclaimed. “It’s a trap, don’t...!”

But she couldn't keep talking, because Jake gagged her again.

“And… sent. I really hope your boyfriend is here on time, because I'm a man of my word,” O'Shea told her.

But Jake had to leave her alone, because Wes was on time. He was not happy at all, it could be seen in the way he clenched his jaw as he entered the dining room, but he did not comment, nor did he protest while Berlin searched him.

“Are you going to behave, or do I have to tie you to a chair like your bitch?” O'Shea asked him.

“I'll behave, but please untie her.”

“No way!” Jake chimed in; his father ignored him.

“Please,” Wes pleaded again. “I'll make sure she behaves, but you have to let me take care of her.”

“Okay, untie her. But if either of you does something foolish, the other will suffer, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Berlin untied Molly and Wes carried her into the living room, where they sat on the couch, she on his lap.

“Wes…” she began.

“Don't worry, gorgeous, everything will be fine,” he assured her.

“If my face didn't hurt so much, I'd kiss you,” she replied.

“Could someone get me some ice, please?” He asked no one in particular, “What have you done to have them hit you like that?” he asked her.

“I broke Jake's arm."

“You're a bad girl, Mol,” he said, smiling. From across the room, Jake flipped Wes off.

She laughed, but she immediately had to stop, because laughing was painful. Sedona gave Wes a cloth-wrapped bag of ice, who was quick to apply it to her face, alternating between the most affected places in an attempt to lower the swelling. She hissed every time, but she didn't complain in any other way.

“Better?” he asked her after a while.

“Yes, thanks. I bet I look horrible,” she said.

“No worse than I looked back then,” he replied. And you will heal.

“After this I want a tattoo like yours, and I don't want any complaints about it,” she said.

“No complaints.”

Wes kissed her carefully; Jake grimaced, as if he was contemplating the dissecting of a frog or something equally disgusting. However, he was the only one who paid special attention to them: Hardy and Chalky were on their own (she on her laptop, him on his cell phone), and Sedona, Phoenix, and Berlin had positioned themselves around the room so that they covered all possible exists, but without being too noticeable. They didn't really need it: Wes had no desire to escape, he was exactly where he needed to be.

#poppy writes #dopeman #arkangel #dopeman x arkangel #machine gun kelly #mgk #mgk fanfic

3 notes · View notes

lovelessmako · 3 years

Text

This is a demon/exophilia love story I've been working on that I thought I'd share here. If people seem to like it then I'll add more.

Chapter One:

Kivet laughed inwardly as blood and adrenaline rolled off his dark form in waves. The thrill of the chase. Watching a child cling to you, begging you to let them go as the light slowly leaves their eyes. This was what he was created for. He was a peacekeeper between the different species. It was his job to keep the status quo in any way possible. If that meant killing children because a fae dared to have a child with a human, then that was what he had to do. Afterall, mutts were incapable of kindness or love. Sure, they could fake it quite convincingly, even Kivert himself would've fallen for it had he not been taught the truth, but it was impossible for them to experience any pleasant emotions. If Kivet enjoyed his job then that was nobody's business but his own. Everyone needed to stick to their own people. Only the Ve, which he was, could leave their lands.

Sometimes people would send messengers to other species in order to broker peace. Kivet hated those. Scared, unarmed, diplomats with enough medals to make you go blind as they reflected the sun. They didn't deserve those. He always made sure nothing arrived and would leave a bloodied medal behind as a warning. He would keep the others, of course. They were rather good quality and he had quite the collection coming along. He had no idea what they stood for but surely he deserved them more than their original owners.

Kivet set to work wiping his claws off on a rag he kept in his pocket. He frowned slightly when he saw that the blood had reached there as well. So much for clean hands. He gave up and settled for sitting with his back against a tree and admiring his work. Even in their last moments, the two criminals had held each other and tried to shield the child. That's commitment, he'll give them that. Maybe they thought it would gain his sympathy. Dumb. It did make him a bit lonely though. If such scum found someone to play along with their ruse, then why was a hero forced to work alone? He wasn't forced per say, but his old partner had fallen for an orphaned mutt's tricks and had to be put down. It was unfortunate, Suvo was pretty good at his job. He had even told Kivet that what they were doing was wrong! Saving lifes is wrong? What an ass! No, he reminded himself, it was that mutt's fault. Suvo had younger siblings and the creature looked similar to one. Meanwhile, Kivet had never been around children except for when he was in school.

He gathered himself and started in to the nearest town. Kivet could use something to eat, and there were always mutts scatted about to kill. It was disturbing how many there were. Why do people insist on disobeying the natural order of things? The strangest part was how many purebreds supported the movement. The town wasn't too far of a walk, and his shadowy wings were still a bit sore from the long flight over, so he didn't mind walking. The land was nice enough, a dirt path with a small lake to the right and wilting forest to his left. There were some huts in groups of 3 or 4 every now and then; It seems the humans were not advanced enough to feel safe living alone yet. It made sense, they were a very fragile species, very easy to injure; even by accident. They also contracted illnesses often and usually died from them. And, even if they managed to be extremely careful, their lifespan was still very short. Most species told tales of these weak creatures and used them as examples of the good alliances between species would do. They were nothing more than figureheads, however. Something that would be cast aside when no longer needed.

Humans were the worst when it came to mutts. They found fae and elves to be attractive for some reason. He could see it from a procreation standpoint; every parent wants their children to be powerful. But what did the others gain? Maybe humans had special bonding rituals that they preformed in order to create children. That could be interesting. Not that it would ever be possible for a Ve, even if it was allowed. He was reminded of that time and time again as humans ran or hid from him. "Nightmare. Demon. Bad omen. Monster," he had heard it all.

This time, however, the humans seemed to be crowding around a figure on the ground. He hissed loudly, causing them to scatter and leave the body. He crouched nearby, not caring about the pool of blackened blood that was leaking from a bashed in skull. This was a Ve. A wing had been torn off along with their hands, likely for grizzly trophies. Something caught his eye behind their ear. Kivet yanked out the sharp object to see a steady, blinking, red light. A tracker. This wasn't a Ve that had gotten out of line and needed to be put down. They were hunted. He growled and glared around at the humans. No, not one of them. They were much too timid; many crying already. Entire towns had been decimated for less serious offenses.

If someone was hunting Ve then Kivet needed to be safe. While Ve normally had a solid form, they could take on a shadowy apperation that couldn't be harmed. Unfortunately they couldn't harm anyone either. An even trade off. It also took effort. Not a lot, but it would surely add up. He weighed his options. He couldn't eat while in that form so he would have to drop it for those moments. But waiting a few days to eat could help. It would be a lot easier if he had a partner that could help by taking turns keeping watch. But they would just be hit instead. Maybe he could trick a troll into protecting him. They're a good 3-4 feet taller than him and bright blue; an easy target. But that would mean putting up with a troll. And he didn't even speak their language. Not worth it.

"Are you alright, sir?" Kivet jumped, how could he have let a human sneak up on him like that?! They continued, ignoring his suprise, "it's a pretty gruesome sight."

"Don't talk to me." He went ignored.

"Did you know them?"

"Why are you still talking to me?!"

"Its still sad, even if you didn't. I know if I saw a human like that I'd likely take my own life from the trauma."

Why didn't this human-? Wait, they probably couldn't understand him. Humans had a spoken language, not psychic. Kivet remembered studying that back in Academy; they had to choose a language and it seemed the easiest.

"Fine," he choked out, voice scratchy and broken from lack of use. The human apparently took that as emotion and placed their hand on his shoulder. He hissed in warning, but it wasn't removed.

"Why don't you come inside? I'm not sure if you can digest the same things as us, but I made some nice potato soup. Its chilly today as well. I already have a fire going inside."

Why was this human being nice to him? They didn't even know his name. Hell, he didn't even know their gender; humans were difficult to ascertain with their lack of horns or spikes. He considered the offer. On one hand, he had come to the village for food, and while he wasn't affected by the weather, seeing such a mutilated corpse sent shivers down his back. He was reminded of what his father told him when he started school, "Don't trust anyone, regardless of species or blood relation."

"Sounds lonely."

He startled, not realizing that he had spoken it aloud. "Its all I've ever known." Lie. He had traveled with Suvo for 3 years before the incident. "Find me another Ve and I'll consider changing my mind," he tried to joke. It probably sounded too serious in his underused voice.

"You'll be pretty hard-pressed to find another." A tall fae with tanned skin and a whimsical voice pranced over to them, feet light and airy. Humans referred to Fae as the opposite of Ve. Kivet hated them. Even more than mutts.

"Oh, don't give me that look, demon. I come with news." Kivet continued to glare. How dare he speak to him! "The Ve were attacked a few weeks ago. Whole towns wiped out. Only a handful of you guys remain and they're hunting you down." Who? He was too confused to ask. Ve were untouchable. Heroes who used their strength for good. Why would someone attack? How could they lose? "The Golems." The Fae seemed to understand the unspoken question. "They asked the Fae to join them but our queen refused. The last time we angered Ve our capital was destroyed. So much unnecessary death."

"Just tell me what happened already!" Kivet was getting fed up with this stupid voice already.

He shrugged, a human expression, "that's all I know. My guess is a full frontal assault. Ve are good at tactics, but you lack- what was the word? Oh yeah-strength." That was a blow and he knew it. The Ve were all about strength. They were the best when it came to 1-on-1 fights. Then other species had to invent blades and spears. Kivet, like most Ve, refused to use them. They were a crutch. He hated to believe what a fucking Fae was telling him, but it added up. Golems were known to be able to track anything; relentless hunters. Now he knows it was all thanks to tiny machines.

"Serves you right! The Ve should've be wiped out centuries ago." The Fae laughed. Stupid, musical laughter. Kivet couldn't take it! He lunged at the taller man, causing them to fall to the ground. They seemed shocked and caught off guard. Kivet spread his wings threateningly and hissed in his face, taking joy in seeing the spots of saliva that splattered that stupid, perfect face. The human seemed to be saying something, but all Kivet saw was red. His instincts tuned out all other distractions and focused on their prey. He tried to let out a threatening laugh, but it only sounded broken with emotion. "Not strong, huh? Then what does that say about you?"

The Fae relaxed suddenly, much to his confusion. "Hear that? The Golems are coming." And they were. Their heavy footfalls could be heard not too far away. Likely near where Kivet had left the mutt and it's parent's bodies. He acted solely on instinct and shot off flying towards the sound of the noise. He had to see it for himself. His wings burned from the effort, not used to going faster than a leisurely pace. He stumbled in the air when one popped. Likely a sprain or dislocation, not broken. He fought through the pain until he heard the voices nearly under him. He landed on a sturdy tree branch and started to leap his way across to get a better view, yet be less visible. He didn't know much of their language, but he could pick out a few words "Troll. Her. Reward." They weren't tracking a Ve afterall! But who was this Troll? Someone important for the Golems to make a special trip. Maybe a criminal? Didn't matter. They could kill her for all he cared. Wasn't his problem.

Wait, then why was that Fae in a human village if not to warn him? The fucker came up with some random story to district him from his job! A Fae in a human village was very clearly against the rules. He inwardly scolded himself for not realizing earlier. Oh, he was going to pay!

Kivet turned to move, forgetting about his hurt wing, and stumbled slightly. The rustling attracted the attention of one of the Golems. He froze as he was stared directly in the eye. Neither made a move for what felt like forever. Another Golem said something to the one watching him who then turned his attention away. This was the perfect opportunity to run! So why couldn't he move? The one who had spotted him said something about a bird before the group continued on their way. Did a Golem just cover for him!? Wait, why would that be shocking? Ve had important jobs and couldn't afford to be distracted by insignificant creatures. Surely that was public knowledge by now.

He should really go after that one Fae, but right now he was just too tired, rules be damned. He doubted he could sleep with all that had happened in the past few hours. It seemed like weeks had passed since he last awoke. He wrapped himself into a snug position and closed his eyes.

#original story #demon oc #tw death #exophilia #monster #monster boyfriend

5 notes · View notes

opheliacassiopea · 3 years

Text

CHAPTER 5.

TW: Mention of a weapon, some violence/small fight, mature language, alcohol consumption.

Slowing your sprint ever so slightly as you turn sharply down a side street, you speak into your comms “headed into the small path through to the main road on Maryland Drive. Morgan, Hotch be ready at your end if I lose him” you tell the team hurriedly as you weave through the small path, gaining speed as you get closer and closer to the unsub. Knowing you have more chance of losing him once he reaches the bigger side of the neighbourhood, you were determined to end the chase. Rounding the corner at the end of the path, you force yourself to turn right at what felt like an inhuman speed, after continuing to sprint for another twenty seconds and holstering your weapon, you throw yourself forward tackling the unsub to the ground, but not before receiving an almighty elbow to the right side of your face.

“Motherfucker” you exclaim, you’d already been running for five minutes and you knew for a fact that you now had a cut to your face. Through your comms you can hear the team checking in with you from their positions and you know they’re already making their way to you.

Slamming him down even further into the pavement, you reach for your cuffs and click them around his wrists as you read him his rights. Hauling him up from the ground, you pass him to one of the officers, this case was local so you recognized the assisting officers “thanks, Hank” you acknowledged him, flashing him a small smile as he passed on his way to the squad car.

“No problem Paisley, looks like he got you good there” he replies nodding toward your cheek. You begin to make your way down the street to where Prentiss, Rossi and Reid are standing talking to some local officers, more than likely informing them that the arrest had been made

and you begin to wonder if the bruise on your cheek had started to become visible.

Reid is the first one to notice your presence and confirms your suspicions about the bruise on your face, asking “did you know that bruises are typically caused by blood from the capillaries leaking into the soft tissue under your skin, causing discoloration?” you did know this, it was mandatory for anybody in the FBI to take part in first aid and lifesaving courses, but you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue “you should put some ice on that, it will limit the bleeding under the skin” he finishes.

Nodding at him, you reply “I will Spence, I’ve definitely had worse, it’s really nothing, I promise” this seems to ease his worries as you see him visibly relax. The others turn toward you and you brush away their concerns before they’ve even left their mouths. Before they have a chance to respond, you hear Hotch’s voice behind you. Turning around to face him and you can already see he’s annoyed about something, his clenched jaw giving him away instantly and just behind him you can see Morgan on the phone, presumably informing the precinct that the unsub was on his way to them and beyond that JJ speaks to a small crowd of people you assume to be reporters and journalists.

Hotch’s tone is clipped as he speaks “I appreciate all your work on this. Selwyn get that checked out by a paramedic, now” he instructs, barely looking in your direction, seemingly focusing on something behind you. Confusion is written across your face. You’d dealt with injuries far worse than this before and you knew you’d be absolutely fine and so did he, why was he insisting on a check up?

“Hotch there’s no need, it’s nothi-” you begin to reply, tone matching his.

He cuts you off “I said, get it checked out, Selwyn. Do I make myself clear, or do you need it to be an order?” taking note of his icy tone, you knew it was best not to argue a second time.

Moving toward the medics, you let your thoughts consume you as you hop onto the back of the ambulance. Hotch’s mood swings weren’t unnoticed by the team, or anybody that came into contact with him if you were being perfectly honest and you nearly laughed, the famous SSA Aaron Hotchner, head of the BAU could often have worse mood swings than a hormonal teenager.

Just as the paramedic finishes cleaning the small cut on your face and giving you the once over, you see Hotch approaching and you wonder if you’re in for some sort of reprimand about your comments or your conduct in the field, your field conduct was nothing short of perfect, but you never knew where you stood with Hotch sometimes and this was one of those times.

Deciding to get the first word in you speak up “I’m fine, before you ask” your tone wasn’t as cold with him anymore, the safety of the team was paramount to him and you knew that, you just didn’t like to be babied, especially by him.

He’s silent for a minute as he watches you shrug off your bulletproof vest. “I’m aware of that. I just wanted to remind you that the file for this case needs to be on my desk before the end of the day, since you made the arrest” he tells you, his tone matching your own.

Suppressing the urge to comment on the fact that you weren’t a trainee as the detective from the last case had assumed, you opted for a more tactical response, “I’m aware of that, but yes, you’ll have it by the end of the day”. Clearly he was having one of his infamous mood swings, not even twenty four hours ago he sat at your desk bringing you snacks and making sexual innuendos and now it was strictly business.

Standing up from the steps at the back of the ambulance, you move to walk past him back toward the SUV ready to get back to the office and fill out the paperwork that Hotch found himself in such a dire need for. Taking you by surprise, he catches your arm, pulling you closer, his voice steady and slow as he speaks in a hushed tone, but you can detect a slight smirk to it and it makes your hair stand on end. “It's good to see you following my orders, Paisley” letting go of your arm, he moves aside, gesturing for you to walk ahead.

What the fuck was that?

Back at the office, you made a start on the case file, filling out the arrest report making sure everything was perfect. Normally you didn’t bother taking such a significant amount of time over the smallest details, but you didn’t want to be stuck on Hotch’s bad side for any longer than you needed to be. Everybody seemed in good spirits, JJ had pulled up a spare desk, sitting with the rest of you as the day went on and you’d managed to forget about Hotch’s hot and cold behaviour for long enough to join in with the light-hearted conversation amongst the team.

Currently you were all placing bets on how many phone numbers Morgan would come away from the bar with that evening at Riley’s. JJ placed her bet at ten, whereas Emily had said fifteen and you had agreed, he was a smooth talker at the best of times and you knew he could be an intense flirt, and you’d be a fool to deny that he wasn’t attractive. Reid had been slightly more optimistic with his bet and said twenty.

“Are you tryna make this a challenge for me, Boy Wonder?” Morgan jokes, standing up from his desk as he picks up his mug and leans over to collect yours before he makes more drinks.

Reaching over to hand him his mug, Reid rebuttals instantly “I am, it’s impossible, you’re good but you’re not that good, come on Morgan” and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah Derek, you’re losing your touch; that woman from the diner last week never called you back” Emily chimes in, her eyes bright as JJ continues,

“Kevin from law has the hots for Garcia from what I’ve heard, better hope he doesn’t steal your favourite technical analyst from you” she tells him as he retreats to the kitchen. Upon his return, Garcia plonks herself at the empty chair next to Morgan’s desk, winking at you and Reid before she turns to Morgan and continues,

“That guy from the law department asked me out you know” she casually tells Morgan who almost spits out his coffee as he takes in the new information Garcia had revealed to him, but she puts him out of his misery before he can get any words out. “Relax, I’m joking, you know I only have eyes for one FBI agent in particular, my gorgeousness”. The look on Morgan’s face is priceless as he realises the set up and Emily is the first to break into laughter, shortly followed by the rest of you as Morgan simply scoffs and shakes his head at the childish antics.

Unbeknownst to the six of you, the two older members of the team stand watching from afar.

“They’re a good bunch Aaron, you know that dont you?” Rossi asks, looking toward Hotch whose eyes don’t stray from the scene unfolding down in the bullpen.

“Yeah, I know that” he tells his closest friend as his eyes linger on you as he watches you talking animatedly, hands moving quickly back and forth as you recount a story.

The rest of the day passes in what felt like no time at all and you soon find yourself back at your apartment fixing yourself a quick, but fairly decent sized meal before jumping in the shower. As the water washes over you, so does the realisation that you’ve worked for the FBI, in arguably one of the most prestigious units across the bureau for an entire year. Some cases made you want to throw it all away, but in reality you loved it, you loved your team, they were your family above all else.

Towelling yourself off and slipping into your outfit of choice for that evening, you begin to get ready. Not wanting anything too wild, you don’t stray far from your usual everyday makeup look, just adding some eyeshadow to compliment your outfit and bring out your eyes. Stuffing the necessities into a small bag and slipping into some shoes and a jacket that would match your outfit, you were ready to go. Walking into the crowded bar, you heard the team before you saw them, Penelope’s laugh was distinguishable in absolutely any setting, you smiled to yourself before walking over to them. Stating your apologies for being late as your greeting, you shrug off your jacket. Since tonight had been deemed ‘your night’ you knew you’d get away with breaking the 7pm sharp, no exceptions rule. “I’m five minutes late I know, sorry sorry”

Derek rises to greet you “I’d forgotten how good you look outside of work, damn pretty girl, those tattoo’s look just about perfect on you” he compliments you, embracing you in a hug and spinning you in a circle. You had plenty of tattoos and you loved showing them off, half of your left arm was covered with sketches of Greek Gods and Goddesses, something that thoroughly interested you in your spare time, so much so that you had wanted it tattooed. Delicate flowers graced your collarbones, there was no particular reason for these, you just liked the simplicity, and finally your right lower leg was covered in artistic looking faces, made from small and simple linework. There were a few others that weren’t visible through your outfit of a spaghetti strap white cami top and cropped blue mom jeans which you had paired with thin black strappy heels and a slightly oversized black leather jacket.

“Alright stop hogging her, let the rest of us say hello, I want to see my darling Paisley” Penelope scolds him as she pulls you in for a hug. Emily, JJ and Spencer stifle their laughs at the sudden bombardment of extravagant greetings.

Dave interjects, sending you a wink as he speaks “Stop manhandling her and get the poor woman a drink”.

You send an appreciative smile over to him, choosing to address him with the use of the Italian word for uncle “thanks, Zio” the nickname was something that seemingly came out of nowhere, but it suited him nonetheless and had become a joke between the two of you.

Seating yourself down next to Emily, Hotch slides a glass over to you from the other side of the table. “Gin and tonic with a splash of lime, slice of lemon and ice?” he asks you, knowing full well that he’s correct.

Leaning forward you take the glass out of his hands, fingers brushing ever so slightly as you thank him “looks like you haven’t lost your touch after all” you rebuke, raising your drink and taking a sip.

“Enough of that enough of that, let’s get to celebrating properly” Penelope exclaims as she motions to the bartender for a tray of tequila shots, knowing it’s your favourite and coincidentally, the only shot that Reid likes. They soon arrive and they’re all gone just as quickly, Hotch and Rossi knocking them back with no complaints. Penelope clears her throat and behinds to speak again “Today marks one year since Miss Paisley joined our team and each day she makes my day brighter when she leaves her little handwritten poems on my desk, I’m so glad you joined our team, Parsley”. Her words go straight to your heart and you don’t even have it in you to call her out on the use of the nickname you hate so much.

Following Penelope’s lead, Derek turns to you and continues the sentiments, starting with the nickname he’d given you not long into your start at the unit. “Lee, even if your annoying ass constantly gives me grief, I’m proud of you, I couldn’t ask for a better partner and I want you to know that.”

Reid raises his glass toward you “ It’s been one year since you started reciting the Harry Potter books to me after a hard case; that Gryffindor courage and selfless attitude of yours matches my Ravenclaw mind and I can’t wait for you to finally get your doctorate.”

Hearing the sentimental statements from the team makes you even more grateful for the family you had gained over the past year and you have to fight to keep your emotions under control.

Dave is the one to begin the toast, raising his glass as he addresses you “Paisley Selwyn, congratulations on one year at the BAU. Happy anniversary”. All eight glasses meet in the middle and the team echoes his statement and as you glance round the table at your family, Hotch gives you a subtle wink and you simply smirk in return. He looks good tonight in a simple navy shirt, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like beneath it.

“I’m gonna start crying if you guys carry on” you tell the group half jokingly “when I first joined I didn’t think it was possible for a team to be so united and it’s only recently that I’ve figured it out what makes it possible. It’s because we’re family and each and every day, I count myself lucky that I’m a part of that”.

Thirty minutes and another drink later, all sentimental gestures were thrown out the window as you find yourself being dragged to the small dance floor by Emily and JJ, who were no doubt following Penelope and Derek’s lead. Time slips away from you as you begin to dance with your friends, swaying to the beat of the music as you move. Before making your way back to the table, you stop at the bar, grabbing drinks for Spence, Dave, Hotch and one for yourself.

Sliding into the seat opposite Hotch, you distribute the drinks as Spencer turns to you “enjoying the celebrations I see?” he asks and you know he’s genuinely asking you, rather than joking like other members of the team might.

Responding with a wide smile you tell him, “that I am my good Dr Reid, that I am”

“Did you guys know that the word ‘celebrate’ comes from the Latin celebrat- ‘celebrated’, from the verb celebrare, ‘frequented or honoured’” leaning forward as he asks, knocking a drink over in his excitement.

“Kid, of course she knows, language is her thing” Dave chuckles as he pats Spencer’s shoulders. “Now how about the game of darts I promised I’d beat you at?” and you silently thank him for saving you a lecture, you loved Spencer’s rants, but a sports bar on a Friday evening wasn’t really the place for an academic debate.

This leaves just you and Hotch at the table and he’s the one to speak up first and you smile as he does “who do you think will win? My bets are on Dave if I’m being honest” he states, his tone light-hearted. It’s nice to see him relax, casual looks good on him.

You nod in agreement “Dave definitely, years of experience and all that” you joke, you’d seen him playing enough times to notice how good he was and you weren’t surprised.

“What you said before, about the team, I really appreciated it, I’m glad you feel at home with us” he tells you as he looks up from his almost empty glass as he swirls it on the table.

You lean forwards, smirk dancing on your lips, “so at home in fact, that I’ve figured out your tell” you inform him, your voice light, yet teasing.

His eyes meet yours as he too leans forward “I wouldn’t have expected anything else” he pauses for a second before asking “and what have you worked out exactly?” he asks and you find yourself drinking in his features as he unknowingly does the same to you; staring into your bright blue eyes, and admiring the way the light highlights your tattoos perfectly.

“I’ve worked out that you clench your jaw when you’re angry, you can’t fly off the handle because you’re unit chief and you need to be seen as in control so you hold your tongue, not to mention that you furrow your eyebrows at least fifty percent of the time. When you’re stressed you run your hands through your hair, though you tend to pinch the bridge of your nose more because you think it’s less of a giveaway.” you pause for a second and then reach over the table and take one of his hands in yours. “And arguably your biggest tell of all is what you do with your hands. You rub the pad of your thumb over your middle and index fingers either back and forth, or in circles, discreetly of course, but it’s still a giveaway and I noticed you were doing it a second ago so I can't help but think you’re either stressed, or nervous about something. How’d I do, Sir?” you ask him as you sit back in your seat, smirk very apparent on your face.

The truth is, he was nervous. The way you make him feel makes him nervous he admits to himself. You’re fourteen years younger than him with a long career ahead of you, and he’s a newly divorced man, under no circumstance should he find himself drawn to you, and yet here he is. Here he is sat across from you when you look sinfully attractive, yet almost otherworldly, your beauty astonishes him and not just physically, your soul, your kind and open nature, always willing to learn and do more. Instead of saying this, he just smiles, a real genuine smile and lets out a laugh that is music to your ears. “You did good, you did good, Pais”.

From the corner of your eye, you can see the rest of the team making their way back over to the table with more drinks in hand and you wave them over excitedly and you squeeze Hotch’s hand before they reach you. Over many more drinks, the eight of you look back on old times, retelling stories until early hours of the morning.

A/N: 5 chapters into this fic already!! Really enjoyed writing this chapter, feel like there were some good moments between Hotch and Paisley and the team in general. Let me know what you think!🖤

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #fbi #behavioural analysis unit #aaron hotchner #aaron #aaron hotch hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch x you #hotch x reader #ssa hotchner #hotch x oc

5 notes · View notes

jisungsmochi · 4 years

Text

shining star - chenle

literally came up with this idea at 2am and just kept writing so i’m posting it bc it’s my first chenle imagine and i am pretty proud of it hehe, hope you all enjoy, idk how long this is but its very fluffy and has some angst in you squint.

prompt(?):

“you have detention?” you question the boy.

“and you’re in a musical?” he strikes back, followed by a small grin.

highschool!au , friends to lovers?, musical themed hehe

————-

“all students who are taking part in the next musical production, please meet in the theatre after school for your first meeting” the announcement over the speakers echoed through the halls and in classrooms.

“imagine being in the school musical” you heard boys behind you tease, followed by obnoxious laughter. you turned around to see who they were, not to your surprise it was chenle, and his group. chenle’s eyes met yours, he saw the expression on your face and instantly stopped smiling.

what a jerk, you thought to yourself.

you turned back around and resumed listening to the lesson, taking down notes before placing a reminder on your phone that you had a meeting for the musical. you weren’t the lead, this time. but you were hoping that in the next production, you will be. you were happy with playing the supporting role, just as long as you had some lines. the musicals at school were a safe haven for you. you were supported by people who had the same passion and the activities your drama teacher allowed you guys to participate in, made you enjoy lessons even more. although most of the school focused on the sporting teams, you were pleased with the theatre group. aside from occasional teasing, such as from chenle and his friends, you adored being in musicals.

“you haven’t handed in your assignment from two weeks ago, despite the extension. i have to put you in detention” your english teacher shook his head in disappointment as chenle groaned. you weren’t sure if he was annoyed or upset that he was in detention. you could never really tell.

your eyes met his again, he immediately broke the contact and made his way back to his seat.

the bell rang, signalling the end of school. your phone dinged with the reminder for the meeting. you rushed to the theatre, placing your bag in the designated spot and focusing on your teacher’s instructions.

“okay, today will be quite an easy day since it is our first meeting. i will be going over the opening scene with the leads so all other crew members, please begin to brainstorm costume ideas and set designs!” your teacher ordered, and immediately everyone dispersed into their designated roles. you decided you were going to read over your lines and highlight them in some pretty pastel colours. you situated yourself near the steps on the stage, legs crossed and focusing on reading.

after a few scenes, you decided to take a break, something caught your sight on your left. you furrowed your eyebrows and followed your senses. before you knew it, you were met with chenle towering over you, with a blank expression on his face.

“what are you doing here?” you spoke.

“what do you think?” he crossed his arms and looked at his feet.

“you have detention?” you questioned the boy.

“and you’re in a musical” he strikes back, followed by a small grin. you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“so what? you’re here to help with the sets?” you questioned him further, honestly trying to pass time.

“i’m more of just a stage hand i guess.” he shrugged, finally looking you in the eyes.

it wasn’t like you hated him. you didn’t really hate people. but sometimes, the things he said just got on your nerves.

“are you the lead, in the musical?” he loosened up, standing more comfortably in front of you as you continued this casual conversation.

“um no i’m not. i’m the supporting lead, it’s still something!” you smiled shyly, afraid he might tease you.

“what? you’re not the lead?? and soojin is? but you’re a great singer” his face was contorted in a confused expression.

“how would you know that?” you perked up, while smiling.

“i’ve heard you at the talent show, and you do know that you post singing videos on instagram?” he chuckled softly, making you pout.

“oh right, well i don’t know, maybe she’s just better at acting!” you tried to excuse, but he wasn’t convinced.

“possibly, well um, while we’re talking, do you mind if we just chill during these meetings? until my detention is lifted and all, i literally have no one” chenle proposed, which made you quite flattered that he enjoyed your company.

“oh yeah sure! i’ll teach you about stage directions and stuff, just so you’re not confused and all” you offered, which caused him to smile widely and nod.

“thankyou so much” he held his hands in a prayer pose.

“my pleasure” you laughed before telling him where to move certain objects.

——————

two weeks passed by and you’d say that chenle had picked up the theatre terms pretty quickly.

“you sure you don’t wanna be in the musical?” you joked as he was playing around with the microphone settings.

“oh yeah for sure, can’t believe i missed auditions” he joked in return, shaking his head before handing you the microphone.

“should be good to go” he smiled before giving you a thumbs up. you mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before facing your teacher. you began singing your duet with the supporting male lead. it was going smoothly until you completely blanked and forgot the next lines. the music automatically stopped,

“y/n! what’s going on? you’ve had 2 weeks to prepare so far” your teacher sounded disappointed and slightly annoyed. you sighed quietly before apologising and running off stage. chenle was about to stop you before you shoved past him, tears leaking from your eyes. he heard your sniffles and ran after you. you stopped running as you left the theatre, backing yourself against the wall. chenle caught up and faced you.

“i can’t do it” you sobbed. your chest was heavy and your breathing was irregular. he noticed and placed a hand on your arm.

“look at me, just calm down first okay? breathe with me. in.... and out” chenle tried his best to help you.

you followed his orders before speaking again.

“i can’t freeze up like that in the real show. i just can’t. i need to keep singing. even if i fuck it up” you sighed to yourself, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground. he copied you and sat next to you, your shoulders touching.

“hey, at least this was rehearsal. you’ve kicked ass, all the way up to now. don’t let this scare you!” he spoke to you in such a lovely manner, it eased your worries.

“i know i know. i just can’t help but feel this way” you look at him. your face stained with tears, but you still gave him a small smile. he wiped some of the tears with his thumbs, before saying,

“let’s cut this rehearsal short. you deserve some ice cream” he pulled you up from the ground and pulled you in for an embrace. you would admit that you had come to a liking of chenle. he was so helpful as a stage hand, and always showed up on time. he always gave you a small thumbs up before you were about to sing, and always waited for you when rehearsal was finished to catch the bus home. you nodded at his offer, grabbing your bag you had placed in your locker and walked out of school with chenle by your side.

—————-

chenle had served his detention, but still remained as a stage hand, in which your teacher didn’t mind as he was genuinely helpful with the props and tech equipment. it was two weeks before opening night. after almost every rehearsal, chenle would be right by your side when going home. the entire time you both had been working together, he hadn’t said one negative thing about musicals. he had become accustomed to the quick paced yet laid back nature of the theatre. but what he wouldn’t admit, is that he enjoyed watching you on stage. you smiled so brightly, you sang like an angel. he couldn’t get enough. his friends often teased him for wanting to remain a stage hand, but he ignored them, knowing it was worth it.

after this particular rehearsal, you ran up to chenle and hugged him tightly. he was taken aback, slowly placing his arms around you and patting your back softly.

“i didn’t make any mistakes today!!” you cheered, pulling away from him, still leaving your hands around his forearm.

“i know! you were great, as usual” he complimented, which made you blush. you shook your head before speaking,

“thankyou for always having my back. i’ll treat you to an early dinner. what do you want?” you offered kindly.

“actually, i have to get back home, but how about, this weekend? we can go out for lunch or something” chenle crossed his fingers in his mind that you would agree. you nodded immediately,

“yeah sure!! message me when you’re free!” you smiled before completely letting go of him and leaving the theatre.

he couldn’t control himself, as he fisted the air and cheered quietly.

————-

saturday afternoon, you had agreed to meet with chenle at your local bowling alley, as the onion rings were to die for there.

you were onto the eighth bowl, chenle leading by 40 points.

“this isn’t fair! you’re too good!” you complain, poking his sides.

“am not! just know where to focus that’s all!” he defends before taking a bite of an onion ring. you giggled before taking your turn.

“here i’ll show you” he came up behind you, helping you position yourself properly.

you felt his fingers touch yours and you couldn’t help but blush.

“okay so you see that middle pin? just try your best to aim there and keep your arm steady!” he looked at you for assurance as you nodded in response. he left your side to watch, as you did exactly what he had said. you both watched as the ball rolled right towards the middle pin, although you did not get a strike you still managed to known down nine pins. you ran over to chenle, arms wide as he embraced you warmly and spun you around shortly.

“did you see that?!” you were ecstatic, he admired your excitement.

“i know!! you’re a pro already” he smiled.

“ah you’re too kind!” you complimented.

on the way back to your house, chenle had been walking close to you, where your shoulder touched and at any moment your fingers would link.

“thank you so much for today!! only a week or so until opening night!! this really helped calm my nerves. i appreciate your support over these past few weeks. i hope we still stay friends after this” you didn’t know why that last sentence felt so uncomfortable to say. you didn’t want to be just friends.

“oh yeah no problem!! you really kept me sane. i’m sorry for talking bad about musicals before, i just never really paid attention to them! you’ll smash it on opening night! i’ll be cheering! and yeah, we will be friends” a part of him felt hurt to finish off that sentence as well.

you gave him one last hug, which lingered for longer than your normal hugs.

“see you next week” you waved before entering your house, watching as he returned the action. what did you get yourself into?

—————-

it was the afternoon of opening night, everyone was running around everywhere. you had just finished the final rehearsal and were currently resting. you sat with chenle outside of the theatre again.

“you nervous?” he questioned, looking over at you.

“a little, i just don’t want to make any mistakes!” you sighed.

“and you won’t! here’s something to make you feel better” he pulled out a small box from his jacket pocket. you raised your eyebrows before opening the box, it was a key ring that had a star hanging from it.

“you didn’t have to get me something oh my god, flowers would have been perfectly fine!” you pulled him closer to you, listening as his laugh filled your ears.

“it’s okay! you deserve it. you’ll still be a star, even if you mess up. you’re such a good performer i can’t stress that enough” he avoided your eyes. you tried to gain his attention again, in which he complied.

“can i tell you something?” your stomach was going so many flips, you couldn’t contain yourself. he nodded slowly, allowing you to continue.

“without you, i would have probably given up by now. thank you for staying by my side. i can’t thank you enough for how nice you’ve been to me. and i think it would be a good time to say that, i really like you. like a lot. like i think about you after every small positive thing that happens to me because you are just such a positive person! and this gift is just so meaningful. you are such an amazing guy, and i hope you like me too” you blurted out , watching as his face became stunned. words refused to leave his mouth. you pouted softly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“i was going to tell you that i liked you after the musical but you beat me to it. if it weren’t for you, i would have quit being a stage hand after my detention. but i really wanted you to see how amazing you are. i’ve known how amazing you were since the talent show. i was surprised to see that you were a supporting role. you deserve so much more. i admire all of your confidence, and i can’t get enough of you” he spoke with such admiration you began tearing up. you hugged him tightly, refusing to let go, mumbling ‘i like you so much’ in his chest. he softly giggled, “i like you too cutie”.

———

opening night was a success. as the final bows were being taken, you looked over at chenle and ushered him to join you on stage. he quickly shuffled to you and took a bow with the rest of the crew.

“congrats on everything” he whispered to you.

“you’re adorable” you mumbled before placing a quick peck on his cheek. he looked over to you in shock. you were unpredictable, quick witted and he was completely whipped for you.

musicals weren’t so bad after all.

#nct imagines #nct dream imagines #chenle #nct chenle imagine #chenle fluff #chenle fic #chenle imagine #nct dream fic #nct dream fluff #jisungsmochi masterlist #jisungsmochiimagines

109 notes · View notes

pocminiseries · 4 years

Text

Sweetest Taboo|2

Taking Chances.

♣️♣️♣️♣️

"So, I uhh...seen your little baby's comeback with his group recently and I must say, he was looking mighty fine in the video,"

"Don't start this today, Jessie, please..." Subria was quick to protest, clearly not in the mood for her friend's antics and childish teasing.

Hearing Subria's tone, Jessie playfully held up her hands in self-defense. "Look, I'm just saying he looked nice. You know as well as I do that these record labels know exactly what they're doing when it comes to these idols. Most of them are barely legal but out here doing and saying questioning things while playing innocent. They not fooling no one cause I know," She voices with the shake of her head. "Tell me I'm lying?"

Subria gave Jessie a knowing look, choosing to ignore her question altogether. "As if you haven't tested those waters before," She throws out, earning a sneaky grin from Jessie in return. "Army will eat you alive if they found out what you did to their precious Jungkook,"

With the shrug of her shoulders, Jessie twirled in her chair at the memory. "He was 20 when that happened and till this day I don't regret it," She shrugs, winking at Subria's bored expression. "But all jokes aside, how are you and Hyunjin doing? I'm surprised that you two have even been talking this long,"

Sitting back in her chair, Subria laid her head on her closed fist as a slight smile pulled at her lips. "You and me both but in all honesty, we're good, for now at least,"

"What do you mean?" Jessie questions, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"You more than anyone knows my situation when it comes to love or just relationships in general," Subria begins as Jessie quickly realized where this conversation was going. "Things between him and I are changing, and have been for a while now if I'm being honest. So just to be safe, I decided to take things slow...I mean extra slow in an attempt to protect us both but the shit is harder than I thought,"

"So you mean to tell me that Ms. I'm not looking for anything serious, has developed feelings? And for someone you swore up and down was too young for you-"

"He still is," Subria swiftly cuts in, making it clear that the statement she made before she and Hyunjin were even introduced, was still very much relevant.

"Barely. Regardless of how you may feel about that, you can't let past failures reflect on what you have going on now. You're smarter than that," Jessie voices, taking on a sudden tone of seriousness. "Might as well keep going and see where and how things will end up,"

Biting into her bottom lip, Subria eyed her phone as it dinged with a new text message. "I know that you're right but Hyunjin...it's just-"

"Just what? There's a five year age gap between you two, Bria, not fifteen. You really need to let that go already," Jessie urges with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "With all that set aside, have you two...you know?" She proceeds to question with the wiggle of her eyebrows.

"What? Hell no. I want to ease him into that. I'll break him if we just jumped right into it," In order for this to work, Subria knew that she would have to teach Hyunjin a few things, let them explore each other first.

"For what though? I thought you said that Hyunjin wasn't a virgin?"

"He isn't but let's not pretend as if I'm not a whole different breed from what he's used to," Subria states, using her hand to wave over her body. It wasn't that she was being cocky but it was clear between her and Hyunjin who was the most experienced.

"So what all have you two done so far?" Jessie probes, wanting her best friend to get to the juicy details of her relationship.

"We've kissed but that's about it," Subria replies, avoiding making eye contact with Jessie because she could already feel her judgemental black orbs staring back at her.

"Huh? This isn't the third grade, Bria. You haven't even let him get a taste yet?"

"No, Jessie."

"Play with your pussy?"

"Definitely not,"

Crossing her arms, Jessie shook her head in disapproval. "Well damn. Did you at least let him feel on your titties?" She questions curiously, watching as Subria shook her head. "I'm surprised. Since you insist on treating him like he's a baby, you might as well let him suck on your nipple like one too,"

"Shut the fuck up, Jess. Besides, you know how respectful Hyunjin is. A few nights ago he gathered up enough courage to feel on my booty. Shocked the hell out of me when he did it," Subria reveals, causing Jessie's eyes to grow wide.

"Really?! With all that ass you got, I know babyboy was living the dream at that moment," Jessie laughs as the image of a nervous Hyunjin gripping a handful of Subria's backside played out in her mind. "You were probably leaking like a faucet, weren't you?"

Subria rubbed the back of her neck, refusing to answer the question. In reality, all Hyunji had to do was look at her, and her body would always seem to react to it. "Look, it's just better that we take things slow, you know, to really get to know one another,"

"I hear you, I really do. However, you need to accept the fact that something serious is blossoming between you two. It's ok to cross that line, Bria. You can put on a front with him all you want but I can see that you want him, just as much as he wants you. Just let go and go with the flow. You're too damn serious sometimes," Jessie advises before she downed the rest of her drink, slamming the glass onto the countertop.

"Anyway, I need to head home. My bathtub is calling my name, Plus it's my turn to open up this place tomorrow," She adds, standing up on her feet, stretching out her long limbs. "I'll see you in the morning,"

Pulling Jessie into a warm hug, Subria watched as she gathered her things and headed out, locking the door behind her. For a minute, Subria sat inside of the quiet restaurant she ran with her best friend, in her own thoughts. Jessie's words replayed over and over in her mind just as the sound of an incoming call filled the silence around her.

Glancing at the name on the screen, Subria couldn't help but smile at who was calling her. "Yes?"

"Come get me," Was Hyunjin's reply on the other end in a hushed tone. "I want to see you before my schedule gets hetic...please, noona,"

Glancing towards the clock on the wall, she saw that it was almost midnight. And though she wanted to argue with him that it was late, she decided to accept Jessie's advice. "Where are you?"

______

"So you guys still keep in contact with Woojin? I know you guys must miss him," Subria questions before she takes a lick at her ice cream cone.

"Of course but we all knew that him deciding to leave was something he's been thinking about for a while. We just hated when the day finally came," Hyunjin answers, forcing his eyes to look anywhere but at her.

Nodding her head, Subria lowly hummed, briefly glancing at him. For a second, she looked over his side profile and wondered if he ever got tired of looking so perfect all the time?

"Papi..." She says lowly, knowing how much he liked when she called him by that pet name specifically.

His eyes were quick to find hers just as she took another lick of the cold treat in her hand. "Hmmm," Was his only response back while he laid his head back against the headrest, letting his bangs slightly get in his view.

"Have you been good though? Eating well? Sleeping well? I know how you can get sometimes," She recalled the number of times he would tell her how many hours of sleep that he and the boys would sometimes get or what their diets would be like. Giving him his props for dealing with it was a necessity because there was no way she could do it.

"Yes I have, I promise. If anything, our manager gets upset when we don't eat or sleep enough. Things are better now," He tells her truthfully, watching her tongue lap up her favorite flavor of ice cream. In a way he found it to be almost funny at how his body was reacting to her eating something but there was no doubt in his mind that she was partially teasing him simply because she enjoyed too.

"Better be because you know I'll whoop somebodies ass over all of you if I have to," She reminds him as she gave him a serious look. "Just ask your old makeup artist,"

At hearing her bring that up caused Hyunjin to instantly bust out laughing. He still remembered the day the woman showed up with a badly bruised face and limp walk after Jeong-in had informed Subria about some harsh comments the woman had made while she was doing his make up. It's safe to say that she hadn't dared speak to him or any other member in that way again.

"I'm almost positive that's the day he fell in love with you," He lightly jokes, once his laughing fit had died down earning a playful eye-roll from Subria.

"He had contacted me earlier about already having my birthday present ready," She softly chuckles before eating more ice cream. Just mentioning her birthday was bittersweet. She thought about what Jessie had up her sleeve for her big day almost to the point where she was dreading it. That woman could not be trusted.

"He wouldn't leave us alone until we took him to get it while we were in the Philippians. I think you'll like it, noona," He nods, knowing how excited Jeong-in is to give it to her. "And I think you'll like mine as well," He adds, shooting her a look that left her curious.

For a few seconds, she eyed him as his words replayed over in her mind before she went back to licking her ice cream again. "Well, that's good because I have something for you too,"

"Like?"

"You'll like it, papi. Don't worry," She winks, watching him shift a bit in his seat.

A comfortable silence fell between them with Subria finishing her snack and Hyunjin deep in thought about something he's been waiting to tell her all day. Every time his gaze settled on her, he found it to be difficult to say what's been on his mind for a few days now.

He was nervous, and Subria was starting to sense it.

"Noona..." Hyunjin finally speaks up, reaching his warm hand out to link his fingers with her cold ones.

Leaning back against the driver's side door, Subria softly squeezed his hand once her eyes settled on him. "Wassup? I can tell something has been on your mind,"

Licking his lips, Hyunjin broke their stare, choosing to look glow of the radio that played a familiar song through the speakers. "I've been talking to someone else for a while now...but it's only because our label suggested it. I guess they decided that I'm old enough now to be involved with other idols more freely," He reveals, biting his lip nervously. "The girl, Eunbin, she's nice and I..." He slowly trails off once his eyes met Subria's.

Staring at her, he tried to read the look on her face but the light illuminating from the radio only did so much. Reaching up, he clicked on one of the lights above them to give him a better view but still, he struggled to see what she was thinking.

"You what?" She questions softly with her eyebrows slightly raised, making him almost hesitant to continue but he had already started so he pushed himself to tell her the rest.

"I mean it's nice to have someone to talk to that understands certain things that only we know about and go through you know? Plus we're around each other a lot because our schedules are similar but I don't know what to make of her or the situation yet," He expresses, rubbing his thumb across her skin.

"Yes you do and it's ok, I get it," Subria reassures him with a small smile. "You have someone you can better connect on a level that you and I never could,"

Hyunjin quickly shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. She's nice to have as a friend but that's it," He rushes out, instantly regretting telling her anything. "I want you and only you,"

"You know how much easier it'll be if you date another idol instead? A relationship with me will never be approved for obvious reasons and you know this," Pulling her hand away, Subria shook her head as she chastised herself for letting things get this far when she knew better.

However, Hyunjin wasn't having any of it.

"Come here," He instructs, reaching for her hands again, rolling his eyes when she refused. "Please, noona..." He lowly urges, using a tone that caught her attention immediately.

"Come where? We're in my car,"

Smirking at her childish response, he gently pulled her closer. "You know where. Let's not do this. Now come here,"

"I'll squish you," She declines with the shake of her head. Saying anything she could to get out of doing what he wanted. There would only be one outcome if she obliged to his request and he knew it.

"I'm stronger than you think. Don't underestimate me," He warns lightly, although the double meaning behind his words was heard clear as day.

Sighing, Subria carefully crawled over to him with his assistance and soon found herself straddling his waist. Reaching down, Hyunjin adjusted his seat to make their position more comfortable as Subria settled into his lap.

"Why do you say things like that when you know you don't want me to go anywhere?" He asks as he places his hands on her thighs, causing Subria to become stiff. "Was it because you were jealous?" Hyunjin teases, grinning at the look that spread across her face.

"Jealous? Of what and who? Don't try to play me like that," Subria retorted back, feeling offended. "I was only doing what was best for you,"

"Best for me? I'm not a child. I can think for myself and what's best for me is you," He finishes by moving his hands further up her thighs. "Are you saying you don't want me?" He cutely pouts, giving Subria his best puppy dog look.

"I wasn't saying that at all," She mumbles, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "You make this so hard for me,"

If she didn't care about being caught or what the consequences that would come, she'd throw all caution to the wind and fuck him right now but....she just couldn't cross that line...not yet. "Touch me," She encouraged as her eyes roamed over his features before placing kisses along his cheeks and nose.

"I am touching you," He whispers back, unsure of what she meant.

"No, papi, I mean touch me like this," Moving back slightly, Subria took his hands and demonstrated what she meant by placing them underneath her sweater and onto her bra covered chest.

Hyunjin's throat instantly got dry at her request. "Noona..." He croaks, forcing his gaze to meet hers. "I don't know..." He trails off, feeling nervous, simply because he didn't trust himself.

Smacking her lips, Subria pulled up her sweater high enough to reveal a bra that left little to the imagination. "It's ok, I-" She begins, pausing mid-sentence as Hyunjin placed a kiss to her lips, shutting her up completely.

He barely gave her time to adjust, quickly finding his tongue moving against hers. With her hands gripping his shoulders, Subria relaxed in his, allowing Hyunjin to take the lead for once. Only growing stiff for a second when his lips found their way to her neck, where he licked and sucked on her heated skin in a manner she loved a way too much.

Subria found her hips moving at their own accord to create some type of friction to sooth the familiar ache between her thighs.

Biting her neck, Hyunjin managed to pull a sensual moan from Subria that was pure music to his ears. It was a sound he needed to hear again as he pulled her closer, letting his hands tug down the material of her bra to release her breasts. His fingers were quick to tease at her nipples while he continued to work his tongue across her neck, making Subria shiver against his ministrations.

"Wait-" She begins to protest with a shaky voice but Hyunjin didn't care to hear her excuses. She started this and he was determined to end it how he wanted.

"Shut up," He instantly shot back, moving his mouth towards her exposed chest. Even though this wasn't his first time experiencing something like this, Hyunjin wouldn't pretend as if Subria's titties weren't the prettiest ones he's seen because by far they were. Which is why he wasted no time by allowing his tongue to move slowly over her left areola.

All that could be heard besides the music playing in the background, were Subria's low whimpers of need while he worked his muscle in a way that left her a mess in his lap. Her hands soon found their way to his hair, pulling him closer to her chest, needing to feel more.

And once she felt him lift his hips to match her movements she knew....that maybe, just maybe her sweet Hyunjin wasn't as inexperienced as she originally thought.

Because he was too skilled at this. That innocent face of his had deceived her and now she was stuck.

"Don't..." Subria pleads, feeling one of his hands slip between them and to the very place she needed attention. "Hyunjin!"

71 notes · View notes

luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

Text

Reset

Summary: After a spell goes wrong and sends you back in time and alters your age, you seek out the help of a young Dean Winchester to get you home...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language

“Move, Dean!” you said, shoving him aside, a cloud of pink smoke surrounding you. You coughed as you breathed it in, a gunshot ringing out.

“Y/N, you alright?” you heard Dean say but you couldn’t see him, no matter how hard you swiped your hands.

“I can’t see. I can’t...” you said, coughing some more.

“Sammy, I can’t get through this smoke,” said Dean, bumping into something close by. “What’d she do to Y/N?”

“Looks like a de-ageing spell and...oh crap, we gotta get her out of there and now,” said Sam, a shot pinging off the smoke.

“Sam! Watch it!” shouted Dean.

“It’s a time spell too. I don’t know how far back it’ll pop her but we got less than a minute before it happens,” said Sam.

“Guys,” you said, coughing again, their voices farther away. “Dean! Get me out of here!”

“It looks like it’s gonna pop her back in ‘05 if we don’t-”

“Y/N, find us,” you heard Dean say, pounding on the smoke, his voice growing fainter. “Sam’s still at Stanford. It’s not far from here. You know the first cases we had if we aren’t there. Find us and we’ll help you get back. Just-”

You blinked your eyes and looked around, standing in a short grassy field. You swallowed hard and looked around, a sign off in the distance. You headed for it and heard a road, gulping when you read you were standing in a future housing development.

“Oh crap.”

You finally found Sam’s place when you saw Baby parked out front, sighing in relief.

“Oh, Baby, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you said, walking over to it, the trunk slamming shut, two young men looking at you.

“Can we help you?” asked Dean. He had to be 26, fresh faced and so much more boyish than you were used to. “Is she a drunk freshman or something, Sam?”

You glanced down, gulping when you caught your reflection from the street light on baby’s hood.

If Dean was almost forty where you came from and you were ten years younger...

“I’m sixteen!” you said, running your hands over your face. “No, no! The once was bad enough!”

“Hey, kid. Do you need help or not?” said Dean, narrowing his eyes.

“Shut it Winchester. I ain’t no kid. In fact, I’m older than you on a normal day. Now I need-”

“Great, she’s drunk. Or on drugs,” said Dean quietly, forcing a smile on his face. “Okay, kid. We’re going to call someone to come help you, okay?”

“Dean, I don’t know her,” said Sam. “How’d she know our name?”

“Because Sammy, I do know you. I know both of you and short version is I got sent back in time and deaged and I need your help to send me back home,” you said.

“Alright, listen-”

“You have a group of freckles on your back just above your butt that looks like the big dipper,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Tell me you did not sleep-”

“Of course not Sam,” said Dean. “I’m not an idiot and I’ve never seen this girl in my life. I so do not have freckles like that.”

“Rhonda Hurley. Pink. Satin. Do I need to continue?” you asked, Dean gulping. “I know you, Dean. I know your secrets because you told me them. Now I know you guys are going to work a case right now but I desperately need-”

“We don’t have time for this,” said Dean, ripping open the drivers side door. They were both in the car and down the street in a flash. You sighed, throwing your hands up when you looked back at Sam’s apartment.

Jess.

Maybe you could go warn her this second. You looked around, jogging up the front path to Sam’s building when a cop car pulled up out front.

“Dammit.”

“Hi Bobby,” you said, giving him a smile at the police station. He was still cocking his head at you like you were an alien but he said you were his niece and picked you up regardless. “Thanks for the ride.”

“I just drove for how long to come pick up a strange teenage girl that I’ve never met before in my life why?” he asked.

“If it makes you feel any better, technically, we’ve never met. I heard all about you from the boys though. You’re like a father to them,” you said with a smile.

“How exactly do you know about the supernatural?” he asked.

“I told you on the phone,” you said.

“You sound like a basket full of crazy,” he said.

“Just...hear me out. I’m in need of serious help.”

“Bobby?” you heard Dean say, walking into the front door of the house. It’d been a few months. You knew they had downtime between a few cases right about now so you felt less likely like you’d screw something up if you decided to introduce yourself again.

“Dean,” you said, giving him a smile when he poked his head in the room. “Thanks for calling the cops on me. I appreciate that one.”

“Okay, who the hell are you?” asked Dean, crossing his arms, Sam cocking his head at you.

“She’s your girlfriend in about ten years, ya idjit,” said Bobby, coming up from the basement, dropping a box of books on the desk. “Best researcher I’ve ever seen.”

“Great. You’re a nerd,” said Dean, rolling his eyes.

“You read all of Harry Potter in a week. I’m the nerd. Right,” you said, giving him a smirk.

“Harry what now?” asked Dean.

“Ah, I forgot. You’re still cool guy, Dean. Only cars, women and whiskey for you,” you said, flipping a page.

“Damn straight,” said Dean.

“Don’t worry. You become a normal person soon,” you said, flipping shut the book. “Bobby, the spell I’m looking for packs a punch. A big one.”

“Well alright princess. I’ll go raid my stash. Again,” said Bobby, heading back downstairs.

“Bastard won’t even let me have a drink,” you said, stretching as you stood up.

“Considering you’re a teenager, I can’t argue with him,” said Dean with a smile. Sam excused himself when he caught you staring at them a bit too long, Dean more than eager to let you. “So I got to ask. Are you a hunter or a civilian?”

“I’m a hunter,” you said, Dean nodding his head like he was expecting that. “I know some things, things I can’t tell you. I...there were things I’d like to try and change but I can’t. I’ve already tried a few times and nothing seems to do the trick.”

“Part of your freaky time backwards thing,” said Dean with another nod. “Well, I’m still around and kicking at least.”

“You will be for a while,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“I’ll call that good news then,” he said with a smile, going to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “So am I super into younger chicks in the future or what?”

“We have a bit of an age gap but perfectly normal,” you said. “You always say I’m older than my years.”

“I could say the same thing now,” he said with a more relaxed smile.

“Your jokes do not improve by the way,” you said, Dean shrugging before you saw his eyes go wide. “What?”

“Oh my...” he said. You felt a bit smaller suddenly. Not too much smaller but glancing down you definitely noticed a change. “I don’t mean to startle you or anything but...you just got younger by a couple of years.”

You ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, your twelve year old face staring back.

“Fuck. We have to stop the de-aging. Now.”

“I hate this,” you grumbled, groaning as you hopped off the desk chair and to the ground, stomping to the bathroom. You had to use a step stool to use the sink, your groans giving Dean more to laugh about. “It’s not funny, Winchester!”

“You’re a very grumpy four year old. It’s quite hilarious actually,” he said. “At least we stopped it.”

“I still hate it,” you said, throwing open the door, going back to the desk. Dean tsked you and you felt a pair of strong hands pick you up. “I will kick your ass if you don’t put me down.”

“You have been at it since dawn. It’s late. Sam and Bobby are working a case and you need food before bedtime,” said Dean, plopping you down in one of the kitchen chairs.

“You are not my babysitter,” you said, scowling at him. “I can make myself a sandwich.”

“Well I’m hungry so you might as well eat too,” said Dean. You sighed, your tiny stomach rumbling. Another reason to hate this body beside the height issue was it all felt so off. You couldn’t push it like an adult one. You fell asleep researching after lunch. You needed to go to sleep earlier. You needed more snacks and you knew you were irritated more easily.

Then there was the irrational fear kid crap you were still fighting off.

“Here we go,” said Dean, walking around and flicking on the lights. “Bobby always keeps this place so dark.”

“I’m not scared,” you said, glaring at him.

“Never said you were,” said Dean. He started to move around, your gaze flickering to the calendar on the wall. You knew he’d seen his father just a week ago. He’d meet up with him again soon and then shit would hit the fan. So many parts of you wanted to stop everything that was about to happen but you knew nothing you did would change anything.

You hadn’t realized you were showing your emotions on you face until Dean was bending over, handing you a tissue.

“Okay. Okay. No more teasing today,” he said, ruffling your head as he went back to dinner. “Something bad is going to happen soon isn’t it.”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“Then don’t get upset over it, Y/N. It happened and we survived it where you come from. We’ll survive it now too,” he said.

“You realize that’s your lying voice. I know when you’re pretending you’re okay with something Dean,” you said.

“I can’t change it. Any time you do try to change something, it goes wrong and you get hurt. What’s the point of obsessing over something I have no control over? Now do you want tomato sauce or white sauce on your pasta?” asked Dean.

You shrugged, Dean silent as he finished with dinner. You tried not to make a mess, sighing when you were stuffed full with half the plate to go.

“You can have it for leftovers,” he said, picking up around you when you finished. You yawned and looked at the clock, grumpy that your little body was already asking for sleep. You hopped out of your seat and went to the stairs, about halfway up when the lights went out.

Your foot missed the step and you tripped, a wet spot leaking through your pants near your knee.

“Y/N?” you heard Dean say. “Was that you?”

“Yeah,” you said, turning around to sit on your bottom. You saw a beam of light appear, Dean coming to the bottom of the stairs and looking up.

“Oh, what did you do?” he said.

“I bumped my knee is all,” you said.

“You shredded it,” he said, tucking the flashlight under his arm. He walked up a few steps and held out his arms, plucking you up and carrying you down the stairs.

“Put me down,” you said. Dean sat you the ground and aimed his flashlight for you. You intended on going to the kitchen and cleaning yourself but your leg wobbled at the knee and you let it smash against the floor again.

You whined, hating how low your pain tolerance was. Dean picked you up again and had you on the kitchen counter in no time, a flashlight hanging down so he could see what he was doing.

“Sorry for being so grumpy,” you said.

“I do not envy being in your position,” he said, a roll of bandages on you before you knew it. “Good as new.”

“I want to go to bed,” you said. Dean nodded and set you down, watching as you went to the couch.

“I’m going to stay up and research some,” he said. You yawned and climbed on the couch, hiding away in a blanket that was far too big for you. “Get some sleep.”

“Hey,” said Dean shaking you awake. There was an awful odor near your face, Dean holding a cup too close to your nose. “I figured out the time part of it. I can send you back but you’re stuck little. Do you think you have something where you’re from to figure that out?”

“I think so,” you said.

“Okay,” said Dean. “Drink this and in a few minutes you’ll be back in 2018.”

“Alright,” you said, reaching for the glass when Dean pulled it away. “What?”

“You’re an adult in your head but I can’t let a four year old wander around by herself,” said Dean.

“I’ll be fine,” you said.

“I’m coming with you. When I know you’re safe, I’ll use the spell to jump back here,” said Dean. You opened your mouth to argue but you already saw a backpack on the floor behind him, a smaller one for yourself too. “I got a feeling old Dean won’t be too happy if I let you get lost.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. After a few minutes you were standing in the living room, holding Dean’s hand, your head swimming. “Dean.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. You felt something pull at you before it got cold. It was night and you were standing in a pile of rubble and Dean looked absolutely mortified.

“Dean,” you said, tugging him out of the old wood and towards the junkyard.

“What happened to Bobby’s house?” asked Dean.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, hoping one of the old cars would run. It took an hour but Dean got one running eventually.

“Where are going little lady?” asked Dean.

“Lebanon,” you said, resting your head on your backpack. “Wake me up when we get there.”

“Rise and shine, Y/N,” said Dean, gently shaking you awake. “We just hit town. Where am I supposed to be going?”

You gave him the directions, Dean stopping the car just near the door down into the bunker.

“We live here?” he asked. “Underground?”

“No. I brought you here to stare at this door for no reason,” you said.

“Someone needs her nap,” said Dean, holding up his hands.

“Come on,” you said, tugging on his pant leg so he went to the door. You pressed a hand against it and it opened, Dean cocking his head as he followed you inside.

“Who the hell...” you heard come to a stop, a smile spreading on an older Dean’s face before he frowned. “You’re so tiny.”

“I’m hoping you can fix that,” you said, moving down the stairs too fast, young Dean scooping you off your feet.

“We don’t need you falling again,” he said, setting you down at the bottom. You couldn’t hide the blush on your face when you looked up at your Dean.

“You okay?”’asked Dean. “We found the spell to get you back a while ago. We were hoping you did too.”

“Mhm,” you said, your Dean kneeling down to be at eye level with you.

“Sweetheart?” asked Dean, rubbing your arm.

“She needs a snack,” said young Dean. “Her body acts like a toddlers.”

“I imagine that’s got you pretty pissed off,” said Dean.

“You have no idea,” said the younger Dean. After a hug from Sam, you went to the kitchen and got yourself something, so happy to be home again. “Hey, kid. I’m taking off.”

“Thanks for helping me,” you said.

“Eh, no problem. I’ll see you around someday,” he said with a smile.

Ten minutes later the bunker was quiet again, Dean chuckling as he came into the kitchen.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“He won’t remember any of this. I didn’t. Sam and Bobby didn’t,” said Dean.

“I’m glad, otherwise this would be too weird,” you said.

“Because me talking to my girlfriend stuck in the body of a four year old isn’t messed up enough,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Alright. We’ll work a spell to get you fixed up while you settle in.”

“Dean,” you sighed, half crawling over the table for the cereal box. “No offense but how long is this going to take? It’s been two weeks.”

“Other me got like a whole year and I get two weeks?” teased Dean.

“Make me big again,” you groaned.

“Sammy thinks he found something that’ll work but we sort of had to ask Rowena for help,” said Dean.

“I don’t care. I just want to be an adult.”

“Well aren’t you the most adorable little thing!” said Rowena, pinching your cheek.

“Ro. I will bite you if you ever do that again,” you warned, raising an eyebrow.

“Ball of spitfire like always,” she said. “Alright. Sit the munchkin over there and we should have a full grown woman in just a minute.”

Except nothing happened. You frowned, waiting another minute in silence before Rowena was moving around.

“It must be the other spell that’s stopping the de-aging that’s preventing this one from working,” she said.

“We’ll fix that one then,” said Dean, giving you a reassuring smile.

Three hours later you excused yourself, finding your bed and crawling in it. The door opened not long after that, a small blanket placed over you.

“Other Dean left this for you,” said Dean, rubbing your back. “We’ll get it. Rowena needs more time is all. You’re not stuck.”

“What if I am though?” you asked.

“I’d make sure you found a nice family to grow up with then,” he said.

“I’m already grown up,” you said, throwing back your covers. “I-“

“Would you calm down, sweetheart? I didn’t say I’d put you foster care now did I? “ he said, waiting for you to sit back down.

“What do you mean then?” you asked.

“No hunting. We could go somewhere else. You could grow up normal if you wanted. No school unless you really want to go through that again,” said Dean. “You wouldn’t have to try to act like someone you’re not.”

“I’m just freaking out. It’s hard to control these emotions sometimes,” you said.

“Like how you cried at that dog commercial?” asked Dean with a smile.

“Shut up, loser,” you said, fixing your bedspread. “The least you can do is give me a piggyback ride.”

“Alright. But when you’re an adult again, I am so not doing this all the time.”

One Week Later

“Good morning Dean,” you said, sipping on a cup of coffee as he strolled into the kitchen looking at your very much adult self. “Exactly one week, like Rowena said.”

“I missed you,” said Dean, walking over and picking you up, giving you a tight hug.

“Dean. Need to breathe,” you said.

“Look at you!” he said, spinning you around but quickly setting you down. “You’re heavy.”

“Am not,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck, Dean already halfway to the kiss you were looking for. “I’m so glad I’m an adult again.”

“You were pretty cute. I gotta thank my younger self for keeping an eye on you. Not sure how he did it for a whole year,” said Dean.

“Actually Bobby watched me for the most part,” you said. “I see why you turned out the way you did. I sort of took something from him while the house was still standing. Well I made a copy which you have no idea how hard that was to do for a four year old in 2005.”

“What is it?” he asked. You nodded to the counter and the object on top.

“Pictures. There weren’t a lot but there are some of when you and Sam were little. I thought maybe I couldn’t change the past but I could take something back at least,” you said.

“This is awesome,” said Dean, flipping through the small photo album, a smile on his face. “Thanks Y/N. I got to show this to Sam and mom too when she gets back.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“I definitely missed that.”

#spn #supernatural #dean x reader #one shot #dean fanfiction #dean winchester #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean one shot #spn fanfic #dean spn #supernatural one shot #dean x #dean winchester x reader #winchester

1K notes · View notes

icecreambeach · 4 years

Note

a prompt I hope you saw coming: McCree, sunning his butthole

I did my best to live up to this real-life comedy gold.

So this takes place very early on in the gang’s reunion, when they’re still training as a team and Hanzo/Genji are still a little tense with each other. (Hopefully I kind of conveyed that through context clues alone but just wanted to be sure since I didn’t want to spend a lot of time polishing this because I have lol zero time.)

I hope it TAINT bad. : - D

The simulation is set: nine opponents, fourteen hazards and two environments. McCree figures the first will be blizzard—why else would Mei be up in the box, waving down at them with that innocent smile?—but he has no clue on the second.Probably it has something to do with Genji, since he’s over half an hour late.

“It’s not like him,” mutters Angela, a little too opaque to show any judgment.Hanzo’s judgment, however, is very clear; he snorts loud enough for even Winston to look over, and he’s all the way up in the box with Mei.“I’m sure he’s just puttin’ the finishing touches on things,” Jesse drawls, nudging his boot into the concrete to scratch an itch on his heel.

“My brother is not one for keeping to a schedule,” says Hanzo. The effort to keep any bitterness out of his tone must’ve been monumental.

Jesse’s a quickdraw with more than a gun, so he’s a little miffed when Reinhardt gets to be magnanimous before he can: “I have seen people change in greater ways and in far less time than in our Genji.” He clasps a hand on Hanzo’s shoulder and Jesse feels even more miffed when the archer doesn’t bristle and brush Reinhardt away like his usual character would dictate. “Perhaps he will surprise you.”

Hanzo seems to hum and cough at the same time. Reinhardt takes his hand back and Jesse licks his teeth behind his lips. “Dunno ‘bout that, Rein. Dickin’ off to meditate is still dickin’ off.”But both Reinhardt and Hanzo give him looks of disappointment and displeasure, respectively. Jesse coos out air like the room is getting hot, looking up at nothing, then turns instead to Angela, who is masterfully ignoring the entire situation.

“You get those new bio-shots in yet, doc?”“Not yet. But the shipment should come any day now. It’s not unusual for that kind of order to take so long. I once tried to have two gallons of e-CTM delivered to a safe house in Bucharest and the driver—”“Oh thank Christ,” Jesse mutters when Genji jogs into the room.“Forgive my lateness,” says Genji. “Torbjorn had not yet finished our suits.”The whole team squints at him. “Suits?” says Reinhardt.

Genji sets down twin crates and hits a button on their sides to let them snap open. “Winston wanted me to set the environment today, so I decided on fire.”Hanzo scoffs even louder than before. Jesse gets the feeling there’s some joke he’s not in on.Reinhardt, ever doe-eyed, persists: “fire?”“Yes. But these suits are not fire-repellant. They are fire-attractive.”Angela actually sounds intrigued, if a tad apprehensive: “come again?”“They will attract fire.” Genji takes out a suit and holds it up; it looks like a Tour de France onesie, only with far shorter shorts. Jesse thinks he’d be shocked if they even cleared his inner thighs. “Particularly to the torso and head.”“Gotta be shittin’ me,” mutters Jesse, turning away, spurs clicking.“Ridiculous,” rumbles Hanzo.“I do not see why I deserve such dissent,” Genji says, his robotic voice a lofty, melodic drawl. “I have designed this course to mimic the eventuality of a burning building. Something most of you would have difficulty overcoming,” he adds with a carefree lilt and tilt of his head. He leans towards the room com link on the wall and holds down the button, carrying his voice to the box above as well as the entire room. “Winston, Mei—you’ll find the simulation code under command 12-A.”

“If you are selecting an environment in which you are already an expert,” Hanzo drawls back, his own voice the total opposite of carefree, “then what is the point of your participating?”“It will still be a challenge for me. I have not been in the position of having to assist other teammates during a battle for a long time.”“Yes,” Hanzo crosses his arms, and Jesse pre-winces before the man even finishes, “Your position is more often far behind enemy lines, getting yourself injured and then calling for help.”Genji crosses his arms, too, though he keeps his tone light. “Now, brother. That was long ago.”“So that has never happened, then?” Hanzo quickly fixes his intense gaze on Angela, who hesitates just one second too long; Hanzo looks back at Genji with the most superior smirk Jesse has ever seen.Genji rolls back one shoulder, seemingly unperturbed. It’s hard to tell with the mask. “Overwatch is based on teamwork. We have all been in the position of requiring help from time to time. That is the reality of working with others—something that you, perhaps, could benefit to learn.”“I have worked in groups many times, as you are well aware.”“And the general of a group, what is their position, often?”“I do not have to explain myself to you.”“No, you just need to adhere to the new order of things.”“You should adhere to—”“I can’t wear that!”Everyone turns to look at Jesse.

The gunslinger clears his throat—he hadn’t really meant to shout—and squares his hips towards Genji. “I can’t put that on.”Genji lowers his arms and puts one hand on his hip, obviously sensing another mutineer. “And why not?”“There’s no way those things ain’t gonna ride up my groin like they’re goin’ for a chokehold. You ever see those boxer-briefs where the legs are just a tad too short on a guy with big thighs? Turn into tighty-whities before you can—”“Oh, please,” says Angela, barely suppressing an amused, if a little grossed-out grin. “I’ve seen you wear far more uncomfortable things for a mission, Jesse. It will only be for a couple hours.”“Certainly!” Reinhardt half-lifts his axe, “Remember those wet-suits in the North Sea? I could hardly breathe! And we were in those all day. Also, my thighs are far—”“Well I wasn’t dealin’ with localized bodily damage at the time, Rein.”“Damage?” Angela looks him up and down. “Are you hurt?”“Naw,” Jesse pulls the brim of his hat down, which he quickly realizes he should not have done, because most of them know him well enough to take that as a clear signal that he is hiding something. “I mean… not in any… it wouldn’t interfere.”

“It seems to be interfering now,” says Genji.“Jesse, if you are injured, you cannot just keep it to yourself. What if we had to ship out today?”“Tell us what it is, Jesse,” says Winston over the room com. “Better to take care of it now.”“It don’t need takin’ care of!” Jesse grumbles, his voice growing louder without his consent. “I just… I can’t be wearin’ shit like that.”Genji looks at the suit still in his hand, then slowly back at Jesse, who feels all the hairs on his arms stand up. “Is it a…” He gestures vaguely to his own pelvic area.“No! Jesus. I mean… not in the way you’re…”

Jesse’s throat closes up as he realizes the deep, deep hole he’s dug under his own feet. Everyone is staring at him with varying levels of suspicion, except for Hanzo, whose face looks more like… alarm? Apprehension?

Jesse sighs. Just get it over with.

He mumbles under his breath.“Sorry?” says Angela. Genji takes a step closer.“I sun-burned my perinmhihmm,” Jesse mutters a little louder, still barely legible.“Wait,” says Genji, who physically removes the com-link from the wall and holds it up to Jesse’s mouth, holding down the button so that his voice echoes like God’s judgment. “Can you just,” the cyborg almost trips over his barely-suppressed laughter, “Can you repeat that please Jesse?”Jesse stares him dead in his green-lit visor and, in his most confident drawl, announces to the entire room: “my pucker hole is crazy burned.”

The laughter hits them all differently: Genji’s head flies backwards with a sharp bark that dissolves into ludicrous snorting, Reinhardt brays one loud note that bounces off the walls again and again, Angela covers her mouth and laughs until Jesse sees her whole face turn red, and Hanzo, also hiding his mouth with his hand, lets his chuckles mostly just shake around inside his chest. He’s the only one who doesn’t look away from Jesse.

“Alright.” Jesse looks up towards the box where Mei is leaning over a console as if having a heart attack and Winston is trying to make sure she’s okay through his own chortling. “Alright, now. Ain’t that goddamn funny.”“Are you shitting me?” Genji, barely able to stay upright, shakes his open hand fingertips-first at Jesse, “How? How could that have possibly happened?”“It’s… it’s a type a’yoga! Shit. You never heard of it?” Jesse puts his hands on his hips, decides he might as well own it. “S’called ‘perineum sunning.’” While Genji collapses into laughter all over again, he goes on, “S’all about absorbing the sun into your body through your… your grundle.” Genji is almost on the floor now, repeating the word ‘grundle’ to himself like it’s a holy mantra. “I been having, y’know, trouble sleepin’ and the like… thought it’d boost my auric field with the power o’the sun and whatnot. Keep my life force from leaking out and all.”Now Genji is repeating ‘leaking’ to himself in a very high-pitched voice while Angela, bless her, manages enough self-control to speak. “Joking aside… Jesse, that does sound serious. Have you… done anything…?”“No! What am I supposed to do? Stick a biotic emitter up there and hope for the best?”“N-no,” says Angela, still fighting giggles but blessedly stepping in front of Reinhardt and Genji, who are both using Reinhardt’s hammer as a kind of crutch for their hysterics. “But some burn ointment may help. Do you have any aloe vera?”Jesse snorts. “Yeah… probably in my kit somewhere.”“You should apply some. Perhaps… perhaps you should sit out this session to do so. We can… ping Lucio to replace you.”“God, yes, please,” Genji wheezes, “Please let’s bring Lucio out here.”Fully aware that Lucio is not really an appropriate replacement for what he brings to the table, Jesse grumbles a thank-you and turns heel for the door. But right before he exits (since Genji and Reinhardt are still laughing), he sticks his head back in to add: “it’s an ancient fuckin’ Taoist practice!”

An hour later, someone knocks at Jesse’s door. He almost ignores it, but at the second knock—faster, snappier—he gets up to at least see who it is. If it’s Genji and Lucio come to taunt him, he can at least open the door with his gun in his hand.But it’s Hanzo, standing all regal with his hands resting inside his kimono jacket. Obviously still amused but doing a good job of trying to hide it. A much more welcome sight, despite everything.

Jesse taps the door command and leans on the frame with as much swagger as he can muster. “Well hey there. Sim went by kinda quick, huh?”“Yes,” says Hanzo, those perfectly-shaped lips toying with a smirk, “It was difficult to achieve adequate team cohesion after your… announcement.”“Well, ain’t my fault we’re workin’ with a couple’a gigglin’ frat boys,” Jesse sighs, stepping aside.

The door hisses shut behind Hanzo, who immediately walks to the console. “Athena, cease surveillance of this room. Command three dash eight hundred and four.”“Confirmed,” says Athena.“Still don’t know how you managed to swipe Winston’s command codes,” chuckles Jesse.“It was a crime of necessity.” Hanzo comes up close, presses against Jesse’s front. Chin tipped up to smirk at him. “I don’t want anyone seeing or hearing what I do to you.”Jesse opens his mouth to agree, but Hanzo seizes that opportunity to plant his own mouth there, tugging down on the gunslinger’s chin to line them up. Their arms wrap, their bodies slot, and Jesse lets out a low rumble of pleasure. Hanzo kisses him slower and warmer than he has yet and the effect is melting. Time goes still and Jesse swears he hears a bird singing.

“Wha,” Jesse clears his throat, when it’s over, looks down at Hanzo from heavy-lidded eyes. “What was that for?”“For lying for me,” Hanzo hums. “I will admit,” He playfully unbuttons Jesse’s flannel shirt, “That was the most unorthodox way of getting out of having to show a hickey I have ever heard of, but I commend your creativity.”“Huh?”Hanzo gently pats Jesse’s cheek, still smiling. “Stay with me, cowboy. I appreciate you keeping our time together a secret. I do not know how the others would have reacted if they saw what I did to your thighs.”“Oh.” Jesse takes a half-step back, still loosely holding Hanzo by the elbow with one hand while the other scratches at a side-burn. “Well… yeah, Han. I know you wanna keep things quiet for now.”“It is for both our benefit,” Hanzo mutters into Jesse’s jaw. “It is… I have never done this before. Nothing like this. I want to take things slowly.”“O’course. I mean, I… y’know I’ve had a shaky run of things, too. Though I’d yell it from the top of the rock this afternoon, if you gave the go-ahead.”Hanzo chuckles, that warm, resonant rumble that Jesse is already falling a little bit in love with. “Perhaps someday.”As he goes to kiss down Jesse’s throat, the gunslinger coughs a little. “Well, there’s… I mean, there’s that, but…”Hanzo’s smile fades as he blinks up at Jesse. A shadow of worry crosses his face and Jesse’s heart spasms in pain. “But what?”Jesse sighs again, only with ten times more despair than in the simulation room.“But I really did burn my pucker hole.”There’s a moment in which Hanzo just stares with gently widened eyes, as if he doesn’t understand. Then a bubble of disbelieving laughter makes his chest contract. “You…” More chuckles bubbles up and Jesse thinks it’d be damn endearing, the way this usually self-controlled man can’t hold back his laughter, if he didn’t feel a very real burn of embarrassment spreading across his own face. Not to mention the burn between his ass cheeks.“You what?” Hanzo asks, as if he is really trying to give Jesse the benefit of the doubt here.

“I went down on you for nigh on an hour yesterday on the top of a cliff with my bare ass pointed at a 3pm sun in the goddamn Mediterranean, Han! What did you think was gonna happen?” Jesse pauses, his eyes fly off somewhere up and to the left, then come back to Hanzo with his tone even higher-pitched: “and you don’t think I’d come up with a better lie than that if I had to!?”

“I didn’t… I am sorry, I did not…” Hanzo is practically choking, his hand slapped up over his mouth again.Jesse sighs. He looks at Hanzo, with his shaking shoulders and his bouncing bang-hair, and a rueful half-smile breaks through his irritation. “S’okay, darlin’. You can laugh. It’s funny.”Then Hanzo lets out a bark of laughter even louder and grander than Genji’s, his head tossing back in a very similar fashion. His hands tremble as they hold onto Jesse’s shirt flaps for dear life. The sight is almost enough to make Jesse forget about the horrible, horrible pain.It’s not long before the archer comes back down to earth. “I,” Hanzo starts, wiping away a tear, “I am deeply sorry for this… for your…”“Yeah, yeah.” Jesse adjusts the waistband of his loose sweatpants, which is about the only article of clothing his ass can stand now. “Never gonna live this one down, y’know that? Genji’s probably gonna bring it up at my goddamn funeral.”“I apologize,” Hanzo says, both hands still holding onto Jesse’s shirt. “Why did you not say something sooner?”“Couldn’t find the right words, I guess.”“‘My pucker hole is crazy burned’ now seem like the only right words.”Jesse scoffs and rolls his eyes and cackles into his hand, then winces as the movement makes his thighs shift too much. Suddenly he turns boyish: “it really hurts, sweetheart.”Then Hanzo draws forward with a sound like a low, rough coo, and smoothes out Jesse’s shirt. “If you are truly in need,” his eyes sweep up to Jesse’s and Jesse can’t express how much that adds to his downstairs discomfort, “I can assist you with that aloe vera.”“Really, Han, you ain’t gotta—”“I insist. It is the least I can do after your…” Hanzo gets closer, smirks with those cat-like eyes dangerously narrowed, “…Skilled favors.”Jesse feels a very different kind of burning and chuckles, looking off to the side. “Aww, Han. I don’t think that’ll be as enjoyable as you’re makin’ it sound…”“I will make it enjoyable.” He lowers his hand and palms over Jesse’s cock to prove his point. Licks Jesse’s bottom lip into his mouth and lets it slide out between his teeth.Well, shit. “Alright,” Jesse sighs, “You insisted and all.”

“Mmm,” Hanzo purrs, still rubbing Jesse through his sweats. “And do not worry about Genji. I know many stories of his that more than overshadow yours.”“As nice as that is, darlin’, I really don’t wanna talk about your brother right now.”“Then stop talking and get on the bed.”

#prompt #mchanzo #asks #robocryptid #my pucker hole is crazy burned #robo-cryptid

58 notes · View notes