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abeautylives · 1 year

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Nothing Could Compare

a/n: This was supposed to be a blurb. I needed to get it out of my brain, but in typical fashion it got out of control. ALSO, the subject matter will not be for everyone I’m sure. Read the warnings 🍑

Parts 1 and 2

pairing: Joshxfemale!reader

word count: just over 7k

summary: Trying something new can be intimidating, but love finds a way 😂

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, mentions of masterbation (f. and m.), mentions of sexual situations, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex (vaginal and anal - surprise! it’s about butt stuff)

“So you have thought about it.”

He sounds entirely too satisfied with himself, the smug tone is paired with one eyebrow arched so high that it’s hiding halfway underneath the curls that fall over his forehead.

He’s sitting behind you on the edge of the bathtub, watching as you finish swiping mascara onto your lashes. You make sure he can see how far your eyes roll through the mirror. “Don’t sound so proud of yourself Josh, everyone thinks about it.”

That may or may not be true, but you’ve been thinking about it more often than you’ll admit. It’ll creep into your brain when you’re alone, when you miss him and your fingers are already inside you, doing a poor imitation of his. The thought will appear out of nowhere and doesn’t release its grip on you until you let yourself give in to the fantasy. So, on occasion, you’ve let a finger slip lower until it’s circling that place you’ve forbidden Josh from going. Maybe, once or twice, you’ve pushed it into yourself there, brain screaming… I wish it was him.

He stands to sidle up behind you, eyeing your face in the mirror and smoothing his palms over your ass before running his fingertips under the lace at your hips. “Hmm perhaps, but this is you we’re talking about. You gonna let me in, honey?”

What possessed me to even say anything?

It started with an innocent joke. Well, innocent may be an inaccuracy - Josh’s body had been laid over yours, the hot and sticky skin of his chest pressed to your back and pushing you into the mattress. While he was still seated inside your cunt, slowly going soft, he ran a hand from your shoulder, over your ribs and down your waist, stopping at your backside. A firm squeeze and a light smack later, he’d mumbled quietly, “Next time you should let me stick it in your ass.” He’d laughed as you bucked his body off of yours and slapped his arms away from you. You’d laughed as you told him to fuck off and keep dreaming.

He’s more curious than anything and would bring it up here and there, you’d made a quip about it that night at the beach house, and though his mind had been preoccupied then, he wasn’t lying when he said he believed he could convince you.

Maybe love and trust had made you more comfortable. While you’d always cared for Josh, you’d very recently confessed how your feelings had grown and changed over the last couple of months, much to his delight. Afterwards the sex had been unhurried, blanketed in devotion as you finally let love roll off your tongue when he spilled inside you.

The tipping point that convinced you to bring it up was a candid conversation with a friend. Joy always carried an air of sensuality and tended to speak freely about her sex life, which could be awkward for you considering her boyfriend is like your little brother. Often you would tune it out, but you were out having lunch together without the buffer of a Kiszka’s presence when she started to go into detail about the night prior. About Sam. You tried to focus on a particularly red cherry tomato that was eluding the tines of your fork as you poked through your salad, but something she said caught your attention.

“Wait, you’re into that?”

“Well… yeah, when it’s done right.” Her giggle is charming and genuine. “I mean, I haven’t done it with Sam, but we’ve done other things. I’ll get him there eventually.” She sounds confident and unbothered while telling you she wants her boyfriend to…

“So you want him to fuck you in the ass?!” You’ve said it entirely too loudly and a couple of disapproving faces are turned in your direction. Your cheeks turn red but you continue in a whisper, “Like… you like it? It feels good?”

Unfiltered, she described it to you and answered a multitude of your questions. “You thinkin’ about letting little Joshy…?” She wags her eyebrows instead of finishing her sentence.

“I… don’t know, I don’t know, maybe? I’m positive that he wants to.”

“Oh my god, you totally should. You have to do it right though.” She went on to explain what she meant, though you hadn’t asked. You got it. And the more you thought about it, the more you wanted it.

The more you wanted it, the harder it was to get it out of your mind. Every time he was fucking into you, whispering filthy things from above you, or behind you… your pussy would clench around him as the image flashed behind your eyelids. And Josh, none the wiser, would offer up a groan or an oh you like that honey? Little did he know.

And so, here you are getting ready in your bathroom while your sweet angel of a boyfriend waits for you. You’d been mulling it over in your head, how you were going to bring it up to him in earnest. Nothing sounded exactly right to you, so you figured you’d drop a hint and hope he grasped it.

“Babe? I wanna ask you something.”

“Ask away my love, I’m all ears.” His grin is wide and perfect, sweet and beautiful and your nerves calm when he calls you his love.

“Well, I was wondering… if you’d be interested in trying something… new.”

“Oh the possibilities! A new… restaurant? A new wine?” You’re giggling at his little display of drama. “Or… ooh is it something sexy? You wanna try something dirty, honey?”

There’s still a jesting quality to his questioning, but when he sees the way your mouth is set into a smirk, eyelids lowered, he knows he’s onto something. “Is it a sex toy? New position? Another person? Tell me, I’m dying to know.

Oh my god, it’s anal isn’t it?!”

Heat creeps across your cheeks and down your neck, suddenly embarrassed when he guesses correctly. Once you’ve admitted that you’ve thought about it, Josh is all in. Innocent curiosity shaping his features, he looks awestruck standing behind you with hands wandering over the exposed flesh of your ass and the lace of your panties.

“Not like right now, calm down.” You push your ass into his hips, forcing him to step back from you but he doesn’t go far.

Moving back in, he presses the length of his body into yours and moves your hair aside so he can get his lips on your shoulder, your neck. After a few soft kisses, he says it simply, as if it’s no big deal, “Mm you just let me know when you’re ready. I knew I’d convince you, you’re kind of kinky huh?”

He’s joking but you pretend to be offended, eyes narrowed and mouth dropped open in a silent scoff. “Watch yourself babe, or I’ll leave you out and just keep taking care of myself.”

“You’ve been doing it by yourself?!” You’re both laughing as you shove him out of the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind him.

Your date that night, a simple dinner at a less than fancy restaurant, had been filled with sly comments and lingering eye contact that had heat spreading over your skin. The days that followed were the same as you both continued to ponder over it without acting on it. Until Josh couldn’t take it any longer.

“Let me touch you,” he huffs it out with his thrusts, deep and steady into you, you’re already on your knees for him, face being pushed into your pillows.

“Yeah, please baby, m’so close,” it comes out muffled against the bedding and he knows you’re not talking about the same thing.

His hands are already gripping handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass and then sliding back to your hips to pull your body into his harder. You both curse, you call out his name and ask him again to touch you, please. Hands moving cautiously over your skin, he brings them back to your ass and squeezes so hard you think you’ll have five tiny bruises on each cheek tomorrow. His touch turns gentle despite the pace he’s set with his hips, and he spreads you to him, giving him a sinfully clear view of where he’s moving in and out of your cunt. But also…

“Wanna touch you here, please honey, tell me I can.” His voice is laced with desperation but he needs your permission.

You’re completely wasted on him right now, drunk on lust and love, you don’t hesitate.

“Do it do it, c’mon.”

“Fuck, okay baby,” he tests the waters first by slowing the rhythm of his hips and brushing the pad of his thumb over you, the first time he’s ever touched anyone there. Your skin is soft and warm and the whine that escapes your throat encourages him to do it again with a little more pressure. The sound that breaks through your lips is feral, a pleading moan.

“God damn, okay I’m doing it,” he reaches forward first, bending over your body and presses his thumb to your bottom lip, pushing it down and forcing your mouth to open. You accept it greedily onto your tongue, wrap your lips around it fully before sucking it in and coating it with saliva. “Fucking hell babe,” he whimpers when you suck it further into your mouth before opening it and releasing him.

Resituating into position, he’s stopped thrusting into you momentarily, dick throbbing but unmoving inside you as he focuses on the task at hand. As soon as he’s touching you again, swirling wet circles over you, you’re begging him for it.

“I will, I will. I don’t wanna hurt you-“

“You won’t Josh, I’m ready,” you cut him off and your words rush out of you, causing him to wonder just how often you’ve been tucking your fingers inside in secret.

He’s still nervous but you’ve begun pushing back against him, forcing his cock deeper inside you and his thumb to press harder against your hole. You’re mumbling low words of encouragement from below him and as they float up to his ears, the tip of his thumb crosses that forbidden threshold.

You can’t stop the hiss of air that you suck through your teeth.

“Fuck baby, are you okay? Do you want me to-“

“More, keep going. Please please please, keep fucking me.”

And he does, watching as he pulls out of you almost completely before crashing his hips into you and slipping his thumb deeper. Just a little. He keeps it tucked there just to the first knuckle as he finds the rhythm he’d lost, fucking into you rapidly, he can tell he’s close to finishing and the pleading words tumbling from your mouth are only pushing him there faster. He’s not expecting it when you say it.

“Fuck me with it, I can take it.”

He’s struck dumb by it, can’t find the words to offer even an affirmation, all he can do is what you’ve asked for. Moving his thumb at the same pace as his hips, he watches it slide out and get sucked back into you.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum babe I’m sorry-“

“Me too, me too don’t stop - oh fuck.” As if you spoke it into existence, your orgasm steals any other words you may have wanted to say, along with the breath from your lungs. When your muscles tense and your back arches, pushing your ass against his pelvis, he lets go with you. He can’t bring himself to move or relax when it’s over, his finger is still inside you so deeply that his palm is resting flush against your lower back.

“It’s okay, just do it slowly.”

He chuckles but doesn’t move yet. “How’d you know what I was thinking?”

“Because you always drop as soon as we’re done,” you tease, “and you haven’t moved a muscle. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

He’d eased himself from your body and left to clean himself up, returning to do the same for you.

For days afterward he wouldn’t stop pestering you for information.

What did it feel like?

You definitely liked it?

Should we get some… I dunno, some toys or whatever?

Wait, do you already have some?

And his most persistent question, “Can we do it again?”

He’s so naturally gentle and eager, and when the boys have to leave for three weeks he texts and calls you more often than he might have in the past. He misses you and spends what little free time he has thinking of you, dreams drifting to you almost nightly and causing him to wake up hard and frustrated. When they return home, he’s at your house as soon as he can be and though you’ve had many reunions over the years, this is your first since you told him you loved him too. Your pairing is frantic and demanding, hands and mouths making up for lost time and as you lay together after, he tells you that everyone wanted to get together and grab dinner that evening and your presence had been requested. Excited to see them, you drag him from the bed and into the shower with you and you end up getting to dinner late.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the girls, not since before the guys had left, and once you and Josh have made it to your seats and ordered your drinks you’re all catching up on the last month. Your phone, lying face up on the table, lights up and you see it’s a text from Joy who’s sitting well within your line of vision, across from you to Sammy’s right. Curious what she would have to say that she couldn’t out loud, you snatch it up and hold it suspiciously close to your face.

Joy 💋: Soooooo? Did you do it?

Me: Lol nosy bitch

Me: No, not quite

Joy 💋: What are you waiting for?! We talked about it forever ago

Me: Idk I think we’re both nervous, he got scared he was gonna hurt me with just a finger lmao

Joy laughs aloud at her screen, offering a wave of apology and brushing Sam off when he asks what’s so funny.

Joy 💋: Girl you better take what you want, Josh would give you the moon if he could

Joy 💋: And all you want is a dick in your ass 😜

It’s your turn to laugh and you throw your phone back to the table. Feeling left out, Josh drapes an arm around the back of your chair and leans in to your ear. “What are you two devils talking about that’s so hilarious, honey?”

“None of your business, considering it was obviously a private conversation,” you turn your head to place a placating kiss to his cheek, but he catches your face in his hand and wraps his fingers around your jaw. He soaks it in when your eyes go wide and lock onto his, revels in it when he can feel the rest of the group watching. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but it isn’t the soft placement of his lips to yours as his hold on your face loosens and turns into a caress of your cheek. You raise an eyebrow in question when he pulls away.

“I’ll find out, I saw my name. That makes it my business.” He scans the other faces around the table with his eyes and finds they’re all trying desperately to ignore you both now aside from Joy, who keeps watching with a cheeky smile on her lips. When he brings them back to you he smiles, sweet as candy. “I love you honey.”

The distinct feeling of whiplash has a grip on you but his face, precious and pure, pulls the sentiment from your lips.

“I love you too Josh.”

“Awwwwwww!”

“Shut up Sam,” Jake leans across the table and reaches an arm out to slap the side of Sam’s head, then brings it back to the table to wrap his hand around Jita’s as he reclines back in his chair.

The rest of dinner passes without incident and you feel happy and whole being back together with your favorite people. Josh hasn’t put any distance between you since he’d wrapped his arm around your back, and even when he removes it his hand finds your thigh under the table. After a couple more drinks it’s started to wander, and you let it until he’s moved it so close to your cunt that the side of it is pressing into the center seam of your jeans, moving rhythmically as his fingers draw figure eights on the inside of your thigh. It doesn’t occur to you to stop him until a soft whimper floats from your mouth and out over the table.

The movement of his hand stops instantly and his face snaps to yours. Everyone’s does, actually.

“Josh if you don’t take her home and fuck her right, I’m going to! Byyyyeee!” Joy exclaims then dissolves into a fit of giggles as you and Josh both turn red, lips opening and closing but no words forming. Jita’s hand is over her mouth and her own cheeks are pink with transfer embarrassment.

Sam is cackling, a loud raucous sound, but Jake remains silent as he watches the scene unfold. Seated to your right, he reaches his left hand over to tap the underside of your chin and close your mouth before he leans in and does the same to Josh.

“Go home, the innocent patrons of this establishment have seen and heard quite enough, I’m afraid.” He’s shooing you off with his fingers while the others try to regain some semblance of composure.

You’re not sure how to react so you just do as you’re told, standing from the table and looking back down to Josh. When he turns his body to you he stays in his seat but meets your eyes with his.

“Let’s just go, Josh.” You speak quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. “Please.”

You’re simply asking but to his ears it sounds needy. Imploring. Like you’re begging. He feels his heart rate jump as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and holds it there with his teeth, analyzing you. His eyes darken slightly but you can see it happen, even in the dim lighting. As he releases his lip he takes a sharp breath in and on his exhale he says, “Yeah, okay honey. Let’s go.”

He pulls his wallet from his back pocket when he stands, going to leave enough cash with Jake to cover the two of you but Jake waves him off again.

“Get me later, have fun tonight.” A knowing smirk settles on his lips.

You both mumble an awkward goodbye to the table and walk toward the front of the building, but by the time you make it there you’re practically running. Outside, you race through the parking lot and pause to catch your breath when you reach either side of the car. Staring at each other over the roof, Josh cracks first. It’s a soft chuckle to start and as it turns into a belly laugh you can feel your own begin to bubble from your throat. You’re both wiping tears from your eyes as your laughter dies and Josh speaks.

“Get in the car Y/N, we have things to discuss.”

Confused but compliant, you get in and he follows suit. Once he’s pulled the car out of the parking lot you ask what exactly it is you need to talk about.

“First of all, I love you,” he pauses as you reply instantly, confirming that your feelings are the same.

“Second of all, I lied. I saw your phone, what Joy said. Don’t do that with your face, I wanna talk about it. I was… doing some research while I was gone.”

“Research, huh? What kind of research?”

“Okay just hear me out,” he continued on, babbling past the incredulous look on your face as he started listing everything you should do, an entire game plan worked through in his mind that he spouted off to you as if he was reading it from a textbook. You let him keep going, let him get every thought out of his pretty little head, but when he pulls your car into your driveway and parks, you reach a hand over the center console and place it high on his thigh. The contact stops his words short.

“Josh, babe… I’m really glad you’re excited about fucking me in my tight little ass,” the words feel foreign in your mouth but his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head and you’re infatuated with his reaction, “but I don’t need you to tell me how to do it. I don’t need to hear what’s best for me. I'd rather hear you beg me for what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been asking for for almost a year. I wanna hear what you fantasize about. Tell me how it goes when you’re thinking of me, alone in your bunk in the dark…”

You can actually see his brain short circuiting, his lips are parted and no sound comes out aside from the breaths that he’s working hard to control. When the pink tip of his tongue darts out to run over his bottom lip, you watch the limited light shine off of the slick moisture left behind.

You give a squeeze with your hand that’s still on his thigh, then pat it lightly. “Lemme know when you figure it out, handsome.”

You leave him in the car.

By the time he makes it inside, you’ve already poured a glass of wine for yourself and one for him and made yourself comfortable on the couch. He pads into the living room slowly, running a hand through his hair where you watch it get stuck in his curls. When he tugs it free and looks up from the floor, you hold his glass out to him and pat the cushion next to you. He throws himself onto the couch, legs spread and head leaned against the back, wine glass cupped in both hands in his lap. You’re about to say something but he beats you to it.

“It usually starts slow,” his words are quiet but confident, he knows exactly what he wants to say. “Not every time, but I do always like to think about you going down on me. You look so pretty with your mouth full of dick.” He picks his head up to make sure you’re listening, but you're already spellbound and pulsing with need.

“You do. And I can picture it so clearly when my eyes are closed, I can almost feel it. I think about it just to get hard, works like a charm.”

He stops talking just to look you over. Your eyelids are already heavy and your bottom lip is held tight between your teeth. With a nod of your head, you encourage him to keep talking.

“I think about your pretty, pink pussy when I touch myself.” One of his hands has released his glass to touch himself now, adjusting himself in his pants. “Warm and wet, nothing compares to the real thing but I do what I can. I have a pretty vivid imagination, but my memories of you are better.”

You can feel yourself soaking your panties, this is better than you’d thought it would be. You always love it when he talks dirty - the words sound depraved coming off his sugar-coated tongue, normally so sweet. You press your thighs together and shift against the cushion of the couch.

“Keep going…” it’s a breathless whisper.

His eyes are now focused on the glass in his lap, on the finger he’s running over the rim. “Of course honey… See, I have to get creative with my hands but I’ve almost perfected it, it almost feels like you. Never as soft though.

And when I’m close to cumming, that’s when I have to imagine it. Because I’ve never done it, I don’t know what it feels like but I do remember how you felt around my finger. Hot. Tight, unbelievably tight. So soft, softer than your cunt, your mouth. I have to make it up to picture it, but I think about sliding it in, the way it felt when my thumb slid in, how you sucked me in. I hardly ever make it farther than that before I’m making a mess on my hand, my stomach.”

He leans forward to set his glass down, untouched by his lips. You set yours down too after taking a deep drink. A drop is rolling down your chin when you face him but he reaches up and catches it, his hand cupping your jaw. Instead of wiping it away he pushes it back up your chin and between your parted lips. He lets you suck it from his skin before he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and watches it bounce back into place.

“Josh, I-“

“You gonna let me in, honey?”

As if you could say no.

“Yeah… yeah, I want it.”

His hand is still on your jaw and he uses it to pull your face to his, your lips to his. It’s soft as he shifts your bodies so he’s laying over you, one leg between yours and the other foot planted on the floor. He pushes his knee against your core and you immediately roll your hips into it and let a whine out over his lips.

“Let me take you to bed,” he breaks from your mouth and breathes the words into you, “fuck you real dirty, princess.”

He rarely calls you that anymore, and never in moments like these, but right now it sounds wicked and wrong. Just like what you’re about to do.

“Please.”

Lifting you both from the couch, Josh hands you your wine and you each take a drink from your glasses, you finish yours, before taking his hand and walking ahead of him down the hall to your bedroom. There he disrobes you and you help him do the same, taking a certain amount of care but not moving too slowly. You’re both throbbing and leaking, incapable of waiting any longer.

Once you’re naked you tell him to get in bed, and he figures you’re in charge tonight so he does what you ask and props himself up against your headboard. His cock is resting on his stomach and leaving droplets of precum on the skin just under his navel.

“Need you inside babe, I hope that’s okay.” He loves foreplay, you both do, but his immoral storytelling in the living room has left your arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs and you can feel the slick slip of it as you walk to the bed to climb on and crawl to him.

“Whatever you want, honey. You’re already giving me everything I’ve dreamed of,” he laughs quietly but you’re dead serious right now.

Crawling into his lap, you’re straddling and hovering over it, gripping him immediately, slipping the head of him through your folds. You lower just enough to tuck him inside before you lean forward. He thinks you’re going to kiss him, puckers his perfect lips, but instead you lick a stripe over his bottom one and then speak against it.

“Call me princess again.”

Before he can question it, you’re sinking down on his cock slowly, rocking your hips until his are flush against yours and he’s seated deep inside you.

“Fuck, anything you want princess. Dirty girl, c’mere.”

When your arms wrap themselves behind his neck he thrusts up into you as he pulls your head in and forces your lips open with his tongue. He fucks your mouth with his as he picks up a shallow rhythm with his hips, fucking your cunt as his hand grips your hair at the roots. His other hand, having found its home on your hip, slides in toward your pussy and he runs his thumb over your slick flesh wrapped around him before bringing it to your clit. When you groan into his mouth he pulls your head back hard and fast, you gasp as your eyes meet his.

“Want you to cum for me, cum on my cock. I need to feel it, we don’t know what’s gonna happen once I’m in your ass.” The last words come out through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. He knows what he’s doing, knows his voice is going to make your cunt squeeze him. It works, and he keeps his thumb moving against your clit, tight circles, not too hard, not too soft. He’s playing your body like it’s an instrument and he’s classically trained.

“Jesus, Josh, you feel so fucking good babe, I’m almost there, so close.”

He doesn’t change his motions with his hand but he can’t help but fuck up into you just a little harder.

He also can’t help it when his grip on your hair tightens, just the tiniest bit, and he yanks your head backwards. It forces your back to arch and the fire burning in your belly explodes, a string of expletives mixed with Josh’s name burst forth from your mouth.

“God damn princess, that’s right, keep going.” He doesn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles go lax, then he pulls you to his chest and goes still for a few long moments, petting over your hair and running his fingers down your back. He’s pressed your face into his neck so you leave kisses there, lap your tongue over his skin to taste his sweat.

“You did so good for me honey. We can stay like this for a bit, if you want.”

“Mmm. M’not ready to stop,” you mumble into his shoulder as you lift your hand to point a lazy finger to your bedside table. His eyes follow and you tell him, “There’s lube in there. Don’t ask, unless you wanna know.”

His laughter rumbles through his chest. “I’m sure I can imagine what you’ve been up to. Shit, I have imagined it. Lay back for me, I’ll grab it.”

He helps you climb off of his dick and out of his lap, lays you gently against the mattress toward the foot of the bed before rolling to dig through the drawer of the table.

“Princess… What is this?” He's already tossed the modest bottle of lube to the bed, but when you crack an eye open in his direction, he’s holding a pair of cute little pink silicone toys between his fingers, one a little bigger than the other. You knew they were in there, knew he would see them.

“Ummmmm, plugs?” You giggle, unashamed.

“Have you been… practicing? I don’t even know what you call it.” He’s mystified by your nonchalant tone.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you make sure he’s paying attention. “Josh…” He tears his eyes away from the pink pieces of silicone to look into yours. “I told you, I want this, and I’m ready. Come fuck me.”

Dropping them from his fingers, the plugs land back in the drawer and he climbs back up and over your body, his dick is hot and heavy against your thigh. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose over your shoulder and up the side of your neck before whispering in your ear, “You really are a little freak, aren’t you princess? You had me fooled.”

“Hmm you bring it out of me, what can I say? You’re so sweet and pure, makes me wanna dirty you up.”

“Fuck, let’s do it then, roll over.”

You do it quickly and once you’re on your hands and knees you have to grip the bedding to calm the shakes vibrating up your arms. Josh already has the cap open on the lube, but he notices.

“You okay? You can always back out.”

“I’m good, I’m good. Excited.”

“Maybe we should have a, what do you call it, a safeword? Just in case. I really want this but I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

You turn your head to see him over your shoulder. “We can just use colors, if you want. Red, yellow, green? Pretty self explanatory.” He nods his head in agreement before bringing himself up to his knees and moving between your legs. His hand finds its way between your thighs and he runs two fingers through your slick before nudging them inside. When a satisfied hum slides up your throat and your head drops forward, he pulls them out and swirls them through your folds again to gather as much of your release as he can.

“Fingers first honey.”

“Yeah, do it, please Josh.” You sound fucked, and he supposes you are.

The way your legs are spread, your ass is already presented to him on a figurative silver platter, but he can’t resist using his other hand to grab a handful of one of your cheeks and squeezing it, spreading you further. When his fingers land between them, your body jerks forward in surprise.

“Ah ah, relax and take it princess.”

Fuck.

His slick fingers move against you and you’re both already whimpering, him at the sight and you in anticipation. When he adds pressure, your whimpers turn to whines.

“You want both?”

“Yes, please, now Josh!”

Crossing them slightly, his middle finger over his index, he pushes them past your entrance and feels it as you immediately clench around them, barring him from going further.

He whispers, “Relax, I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You know he’s right, regardless of his inexperience, he’s going to make you feel good no matter what. He always does. You feel the tension release from your muscles and he does too, as soon as he’s able to he pushes his fingers deeper.

A guttural moan rips from your throat and he starts to work you over, pumping them in and out of you slowly until they’re inside you as far as your body will allow.

“Jesus Christ Y/N. You’re so fucking tight, I don’t know if I’m even gonna fit.” His voice sounds strained, like just the thought is pushing him to the edge. Or the thought of not being able to get inside you has him distraught. You can’t tell, your brain is buzzing, body thrumming with pleasure.

“More, keep going.”

He works them out, in, a little faster and your arms give out, face landing on the mattress. It immediately strikes Josh that this is exactly how you’d been propped up and begging for him when he first touched you like this.

Leaning to the side so he can see your face, he finds you with your eyes closed tight and teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your hands have a white knuckled grip on the comforter.

“Color babe?” He says it softly, quietly.

“Green green, so fucking green, don’t stop.”

He leans back up to watch his fingers move, smiling to himself. He quickens the pace again and sees it when a drop of your arousal slips from your pussy and creeps its way down your inner thigh. His free hand moves to wrap around his dick and strokes it slowly a couple times.

“Oh, honey. Your pretty little cunt is making a mess, let me slip it in just for a minute, fill you up all the way.”

Your head just nods wildly against the bed, but he sees it. Fingers pushed deep inside you, he grips himself a little harder and runs the tip over your wet skin before sliding in easily to the base.

You moan in unison and he thrusts his hips into you slowly, pumps his fingers at the same rhythm.

“Yesyesyesyes, fuck babe it’s so good,” you’re whining, sound like you’re on the verge of tears and it has him pulsing against your walls.

“You’re so fucking good, letting me fuck both of your holes, you’re filthy babe. And all mine.”

Jesus.

“A little more, just a little more, want you inside,” he’s already buried deep inside you but he knows what you want.

“Yeah princess? You need me inside your tight little ass? You’re already taking me so well,” his throat constricts, if he keeps going like this he’s gonna cum before he’s ready.

“Please, do it now Josh, I need it!”

He slams his hips against the back of your thighs, does it again and curls his fingers inside you at the same time. When you curse, he slides himself from your cunt slowly, watches as he withdraws and his dick bobs in the air once it’s left you. Pulling his fingers back gently, he also watches you close around nothing once you’re empty.

“Fuck, okay,” a little overwhelmed, he reaches around you for the lube and quickly squeezes some out into his hand and strokes it over himself. “Shit.” He adds a little more then swipes what’s left on his fingers over you. From above you, eyes raking down the curve of your back and down at what he’s about to do, he lets a string of spit fall from his lips.

It lands at the top of your asscrack and he watches as it rolls down, rubs it over you.

“Ready princess?”

“Do it, fuck me, take me, do it do it.”

He shakes his head in disbelief that you’re real right now, his curls shake around his cheeks, the ones over his forehead are stuck there.

With a hand wrapped tight around himself, he runs the head down from the top of your crack following the path his saliva had taken. Looking at the scene before him, he’s still not convinced that the head of him, swollen and flushed, is going to fit. With a thumb pressed to it, he rubs it over your hole and pushes into it.

“Relax honey, relax, let me in.”

You focus on loosening the tension in your muscles, sinking further into the bed.

“Good girl baby, so good for me…” He pushes into you again and has to close his eyes and take a deep breath as soon as he sees and feels your body accept him. The sounds spilling from your mouth combined with the intense pressure of you wrapped around the tip of him are almost too much. You’re murmuring below him, a string of please and more, you’re almost sobbing it.

With a strong grip on your hips, slowly, so slowly, he pulls your body to his. Only about half of him is inside you when you push your ass back and he disappears into it.

You’re both cursing, panting, sweating.

While your body adjusts to the size of him, you stay still for a moment.

“Green?” Your voice lilts in question, sounds entirely too innocent and sweet for the moment. It makes him chuckle, but the movement forces a groan past his lips.

“Heh, yeah, my favorite color. I’m not gonna last, wanna fuck you hard, fast. You want that?”

“So bad, let me have it sweet boy.”

He retreats from you just as slowly as he’d entered, pushes his hips flush to you again. Repeats it until he’s sliding easily in and out of you. He can’t stop himself from dropping his head and spitting on you again, hitting his target and watching as it spreads over him as he moves through it. When he picks up speed you call out to him, not needing a response, just needing him to know that it feels good, perfect and full. When he’s worked himself up to a bruising pace, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your backside, you push your face into the comforter and bite down on it. You’re tiptoeing the border between pain and pleasure, you know he’d stop if he knew but when a pathetic whimper is absorbed by the plush fabric of the bedding, he goes even harder.

“Can you cum for me, do you think you could?” He can hardly breathe and he has to force the words out.

You mumble a confirmation and reach a hand back, tuck it between your thighs and find yourself soaked, slippery. Without grace or precision you start swirling circles over your clit. He feels it when your body clenches around him, impossibly tighter as you choke out a sobbing breath.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing. I can’t believe you’re real… I’m close, so fucking close.”

“Hold it for me, wait for me, I’m almost there Josh, almost there,” your muffled words turn into incoherent babbling and he struggles to maintain composure, wanting to do whatever you ask, trying to hold out for you. Until he can’t.

“Baby I can’t, fuck fuck fuck-“

His hips stutter and he slams your body to his, the feeling of his release, hot and deliciously wrong, pulls you down with him. The comforter is released from your teeth when you scream, the sound of it steals whatever air he had left in his lungs and his body doubles over, draped over your back. His weight forces your knees to slip over the surface of the bed until you're both flat against it.

Neither of you can speak as your breaths heave, you're dragging air in past your teeth the best that you can and even if you were able to, you’re not sure you could find the right words just yet.

Josh can feel himself smothering you and with shaky arms he lifts his chest from your back.

“Just go slow.” It comes out as a whisper, all you can manage.

He moves his hips off of you slowly, suddenly terrified of hurting you, but you sigh at the loss of him once he’s gone. Wordlessly, he runs one hand down your back before climbing off the bed and leaving the room. You hear the sound of the water running in your bathtub, and when he returns he’s wearing a soft smile.

“Let’s get cleaned up, honey.”

He scooped you up off the bed and carried you to the bathroom, didn’t put you down until he was over the tub and easing you into the water. He slipped in behind you and pulled your back to his chest, leaving kisses in your hair and whispering love and praise into your ear.

Though his inquisitive mind was turning, he resisted peppering you with questions until the next morning.

I didn’t hurt you, right?

What did it feel like?

You definitely liked it?

Should I have done anything differently?

And his most persistent question…

Can we do it again?

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Hazbin Hotel Fanfic GO!

Vox and Dove

(Part of a larger story; details subject to change)

After a long day flitting here and there for Vox; taking notes, fetching drinks and documents, and other such odds and ends as his assistant; Dove finally got a chance to just sit down in peace and sort all her papers. She parked herself on the couch in Vox’s office, neatly sorting through the day’s work the way that Vox had instructed her. The man in question was off dealing with his own responsibilities at the end of a long day, likely spending time in his observation room or addressing one of the other Vees.

Dove didn’t know how long she had been sitting in the quiet room when the door of the office suddenly burst open, startling the poor sinner. Standing there in the doorway, the screen of his face slightly cracked, bottle of hard liquor in his hand, was the TV Demon himself, Vox. “That stupid FUCKING prick, I swear!” was all that Dove could understand from the rapid fire amounts of drunken words cascading out of the mouth of Vox.

Vox takes a hard swig of whatever alcohol is in the bottle, steps into the room, slams the door behind him, and stomps into the room with a continued tirade of slurring words and curses. Dove watched him pace around as he ranted incoherently, still stunned by his abrupt appearance. After collecting her thoughts and composure she spoke up to her raving boss, “Mr Vox, sir, maybe… maybe you should sit down for a minute.” He turned and glared at her silently, looking her up and down as if taking her measure. He opened his mouth to snap back at her, closed it and thought quietly to himself. He rubbed his hand down his face then sighed heavily, “Yeah. Yeah, maybe you’re right, Dove. Gotta compose myself.”

Dove expected him to sit down at his desk like usual but this time she watched as he stumbled over to the couch she was seated on and plopped down beside her, her wings fluttered slightly against her back with the shifting weight of the seating. She continued to sort the papers, albeit slowly, turning more of her attention towards Vox, who sat slumped back on the couch staring wearily at the ceiling. The two of them sat there in silence for what felt like several minutes, till Dove set down her papers and turned slightly in her seat to observe Vox better. “You definitely aren’t your normal self, sir. If you need to, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I don’t judge and I won’t tell anyone else, Mr. Vox, you have my word.”

Vox barked out a harsh laugh, “Yeah right, like I haven’t heard that one before.” then took a swig of his liquor. He looked over to Dove, saw her staring with her red eyes, and saw nothing but sincerity in them. Vox looked down at his bottle and slowly sighed, feeling the shields around himself lower ever so slightly. “Its fuckin’ Valentino. Fuckin bastard is on one of his tantrums again. Try to fuckin help him and all he does is bitch, complain, and throw fists.” His hand lightly brushes the crack in his screen as he says this, the damage of his attempts to calm Valentino. “Every fucking time some little thing goes wrong with him he’s gotta act out and who has to come deal with it and clean up the messes? Me! Always me! His ‘flat-faced prince’ or some bullshit like that.”

Vox leans forward, takes another swig of his drink, then continues his venting. “I’m getting sick and tired of this same shit day in, day out! What if I want something different? What if I want something more than this shit? Just…fuck!” He tries to take another drink from the bottle but finds it empty. He tips it and shakes it to be sure, but finding no last drops he winds his arm back to throw the empty bottle angrily across the room. “Ah! Sir! No no no no! Don’t do that!” Dove chirps in, springing up across the seated Vox, quickly grabbing ahold of the bottle in his hands. Vox’s eyes drifted down to the smaller demon now craning across his lap, taking in the ivory curves of her neck and shoulders, the soft feathers of her wings. Distracted by the sight, Vox’s grip on the bottle loosens and Dove gingerly removes the bottle from his hand, sliding back and setting the bottle onto the table before settling back into her spot, still facing towards Vox.

Dove looked over Vox, who was still keeping his eyes lazily locked on her. What should she say, what should she do? This was an Overlord of Hell, a prideful sinner demon; someone who should be feared by someone like her. However what sat there in front of her was a man, lost and broken, letting himself open up for the first time in who knows how long. She couldn’t help herself, she reached her hands out, cupping Vox’s closest hand in hers, his eyes drifting down to look at their hands together. “May I ask, sir, why? Why is it you haven’t shut that down? Why do you still seek him out when you know he will just do this again and again?” Her voice quivered with concern.

“Your hands are so soft.” Vox absent-mindedly stated, causing Dove’s heart and wings to suddenly flutter and her face to begin to flush. She tries to compose herself and stammers a response, “Th-thank you sir, but please, why do you continue to deal with him when he does this constantly?” Vox sighs and pulls his hand away from hers, “Why? Good question…probably because I deserve it.” he says matter-of-factly. Dove’s eyebrows furrow with concern, “Sir, you can’t actually believe that, can you? No one deserves that kind of treatment from someone that’s supposed to care about them.” Vox shoots a look at Dove, “You can’t actually believe that can you?” Seeing that her expression hasn’t changed nor has she backed down from her statement, Vox feels shame welling up inside him and looks away from her. “Of course you do.”

Vox takes a long, slow breath in, “Listen, Dove, that may be true for a sweet little thing like you but not me. You don’t deserve to be here, but me? I’m a fucking monster. A goddamn asshole, in life and in death, I belong here, I deserve this cause someone like me isn’t supposed to be happy ever down here. I’m suppose to suffer and be hurt and hurt others, so why not stick around with a fucking psychotic demon who will make sure I get what I deserve!” He slams his fist onto his leg in frustration and pain and grits his teeth, biting back any other harsh comments about himself. Dove feels a sharp pain in her chest, a pang of sincere empathy for this man. It hurt her to see this man talk of himself that way, to think that way. She had always wrestled with the thought that all the bad that happened to her in life was things she deserved for not being a better person, not being the way others were in life. “I don’t think you deserve that at all sir. No one does, you don’t have to be the monster you think you are. You don’t have to be like how you were. Just because it's easier to fall into old habits and old ways of life and feel that’s just how things are, it's not. You can be something else and still be you.”

Vox shakes his head in disagreement but says nothing, keeping his eyes locked to the floor, though his expression softens. Dove hesitates, not knowing how to help, then thinks up at least one thing she can do to help: “Just think on it, Mr Vox. But for now, just forget about all this going on. All this pain and punishment and such, just focus on the now, this quiet and calm.” She thinks briefly before turning herself parallel to how Vox was sitting, sliding her back against the couch. She patted her lap, “Here, I know something that will help. Rest your head on my lap, sir.” Vox stares at with a look of surprise, his eyes flicking from her face to her lap, “Excuse me?” It took a second or two for Dove’s brain to register what this seemed like, her face once again flushing a little, “I…I mean, umm, sir.. Umm.. just trust me okay?” she stammers as she pushes some of her hair behind her ear nervously. Giving her another once over Vox shrugs, “Eh why not.” and swivels himself so that he can rest his head on her lap. It was awkward at first given her small stature and his monitor shaped head but they managed it. Dove placed her hand on the top of his head, near where the crack in his screen caused by Valentino was, and began to lightly stroke his head. “Right now, just focus on me. Focus on my voice, focus on my touch. Nothing else matters right now outside this moment, outside this room. Just you and me, here, away from everything. Just relax and let your eyes grow heavy.” After a slow inhale Dove begins to sing a calming lullaby, her voice sweet and lilting.

Vox stared up at her, a drunken smile spreading across his face, “Heh..heh…nice tits.” he reached up with his hand to grab one. Flush-faced Dove quickly grabs his hand and gently lowers it back to his chest and holds it there, rubbing her thumb across the top of it, not breaking away from her singing. Vox’s eyelids began to grow heavy, his muscles beginning to relax as a sense of tranquility flooded over him. The alcohol, her sweet song, and her soft touch were working their magic on him as starts drifting off to sleep. He mutters in his drunken half-awake, “This… this is nice. You sing so beautifully. I’m glad we met and I’m lucky to have you, Dove. You’re my sweet little songbird, stay here will you?” His eyes closed and soon his chest was rising and falling rhythmically with sleep. Dove felt her heart speed up, having heard him call her that. There was something genuine, something sweet in his tone, not like his usual catty remarks he’d make when sober. She felt an all too familiar warmth in her chest, something she told herself she wouldn’t feel again. Something she knows she shouldn't be feeling for this man, and yet there it was.

She sighed and continued singing softly to the sleeping Vox, lightly stroking his head. That was something to figure out and deal with later. For now, there was nothing else outside this room, this moment, the two of them.

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Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

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“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.”

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

* * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger!

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at.

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black.

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me.

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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fangirl-creates · 3 years

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The Most Unlikely Thing

A Stolitz Wedding One-Shot

Inspired by this lovely art by @sator-the-wanderer on Instagram (Link at the end)

(Note: This is my first time writing with Helluva Boss Characters—I was worried they wouldn’t be in character, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Most would say a night like this would never happen. That it was one of the many outlandish and downright ridiculous thoughts that appeared within the mind of anyone who knew them. If you said it outloud, you’d get a quick laugh out of the person you told, then the subject would be changed in an instant-as if it was never said at all.

Moxxie had that thought once. Right around 2AM he woke up from an uneventful dreamscape, and processed the thought with every ounce of his intellect. Even after that, it still made no sense. He turned to Millie’s side, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“Millie? Are you awake?”

His wife stirred for a moment, a small yawn before she responded. “Yeah, Moxx?” She mumbled.

“I...had a weird thought..” He sat up, running his hand through his snow-white hair, soon scratching the top of his head.

“What was it?” She sat up a little, both curious and worried about what he might be thinking.

“Well-” He paused for a moment, giving the room a good look around before he continued. If a certain someone was here, listening, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s about Blitz and uh...Prince Stolas.”

Millie’s golden eyes widened as her tail started swishing like a curious cat. Any worry she had was gone, now she wanted to know all the details surrounding this. “Well?? Don’t keep me in suspense!” She smiled eagerly, shaking him by the arm a little.

“So like...and this is just a hypothetical..” He chuckled, smiling nervously for a quick second. “I just wondered for a second...well..” At this moment their eyes were locked, Moxxie’s face now torn between smiling or frowning. He had no idea what to feel. “Do you think they could ever...end up like us?”

Millie tilted her head, raising a brow. “Ya mean like...married ‘n stuff?”

Moxxie nodded a few times. “Yeah, Yeah! Do you...do you think-?”

She put a hand on her chin. “Well...I don’t think it isn’t possible. I mean...I’m pretty sure...excluding their little agreement...maybe they do like each other..”

“Do they though?” He started to lay down again, now staring at the ceiling. “I mean clearly Stolas likes him to the point where he won’t stop gushing over him. But...Blitz?”

“Who knows, hon. Blitz hardly talks about how he really feels. Maybe he does. And maybe one day they will…” The last thing didn’t sound so sure.

Moxxie turned his head. “But?”

“All relationships are complex, Moxx. And those two? Hell, it could take them years before they even think about something like that. But then again…”

“What?”

“Sometimes the thing you least expect might happen sooner than you think.”

Moxxie blinked a couple times, squinting a bit. “Sooo...you do or you don’t think they could-” He was interrupted by Millie giving him a kiss on the lips. She turned the light off next, shifting back into her sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Moxxie.”

Moxxie sighed, slowly closing his eyes as sleep began to cloud his mind again.

He still couldn’t believe he actually thought that. Although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it still surprised him no less. But despite how much he just wanted to forget it, it made him think about what Millie said.

It was true Blitz was starting to show a small glimmer of affection towards the Goetian Prince, especially since the rescue from a few nights ago. The concern and sudden display of power through a demonic transformation was enough to make Blitz gawk at the sight of it. And the way Stolas gently cupped his face asking if he was alright afterwards made everyone else in the room stare, Blitz feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Yet it still made him think that maybe...just maybe something like that could happen. But that wasn’t up to him. Whatever they decided would leave this idea, this thought, completely within the hands of faith itself.

And with that, Moxxie fell asleep.

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Three years ago, it was never spoken of outside of that one night. And neither of the two had ever acted upon such a decision until much much time had passed. But now the stars were in their favor.

The sky was a dark, beautiful crimson that had mixed with a captivating wine purple. The stars were scattered, dusting the sky and turning it into a dazzling display of twilight.

They had kept it small, the only ones being present were close friends and family—which was basically four people. But it didn’t matter how many people were there, or where they did it. All that mattered was that it happened—which had ended up on the roof of I.M.P’s office building.

The vows had been short, with a few important bits here and there; Moxxie having to be both the one to wed them and the best man to the boss himself. He wasn’t sure he had the exact authority to do so, but both explained it was better than having someone else they didn’t know. Because once this got out, they’d have a whole other thing to deal with. But that was a future problem they would solve when it became relevant to them.

Blitz was given a stepstool so he could reach Stolas without having to stand on the tips of his toes. He didn’t want the stepstool, saying that he’d look like a complete joke. But if Stolas had to lift him up for this part, he would be unable to think clearly from the embarrassment.

Stolas didn’t seem to care how many people were present, or where they decided to host the reception. There was only one thing that mattered in this moment, and the smile of genuine compassion refused to leave his face the entire night. Blitz looking up with him while trying to contain himself only seemed to make him smile more. He was adorable.

Both eagerly waited for Moxxie to finish up, Blitz trying to keep himself from falling off the stool by how much he was moving. Of course he stood perfectly still once he heard the last few words out of Moxxie’s mouth.

“You may now kiss—”

Blitz practically jumped into Stolas’ embrace, quickly locking lips with him as the two slowly started to get lost in intimacy.

The four clapped while giving the newly weds smiles of congratulations. But those quickly faded away when they noticed the two weren’t paying attention anymore. The passionate kissing lasted for almost two minutes before Loona had to break them away from each other.

“Hey, lovebirds. Maybe wait till none of us can see you.” She rolled her eyes, putting Blitz down after basically pulling him off of Stolas.

Blitz put a hand on his head, taking a look around. “Oh shit, I forgot we were doing this.”

Stolas bent over with a light chuckle, booping Blitz’s nose. “-and aren’t you so glad we did, Blitzy~?”

The Imp pushed his face away as he blushed a bit more. “Yeah yeah just…don’t make it a bigger deal than it already is..”

“Looks like someone’s trying to pretend he can’t be romantic for once.” Moxxie smirked, making Blitz turn around in retaliation. His face was now a different form of red.

“Well you know what, Moxxie?! You—!” Then he stopped, biting his lip as he put his accusing finger away. “You…did..a good job…tonight..” He mumbled under his breath.

Moxxie kept smirking, raising a hand to where his ear would be. “Oh, what was that? Could you repeat what you said a little louder?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably, hoping this was the last time. None of this was like him. And in front of his entire friend circle too!

“You…didagoodjobtonight..” He said it louder as per Moxxie’s request, just a bit faster than normal. Now everyone heard him…however-

“Maybe a little louder…and slower?” He leaned in closer.

“Goddammit, Moxxie! I already held back insulting you just let me have this!” He snapped a little, making everyone else just laugh in response. Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder, his smile genuine.

“Thanks, Blitz.”

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The rest of the wedding had lasted a couple hours. Since the group was so small, dancing and talking underneath Hell’s strangely unnatural starlight felt more meaningful.

Eventually, M&M had to leave. But they wished the two best of luck, the wedding present they got the only thing left of them from tonight. Octavia and Loona decided to head inside the office to give their dads space. Now that they were legally sisters, hanging out would feel more genuine. Like you had someone else there looking out for you. Loona now was able to shout anything about being her big sister to anyone who tried to mess with them.

Up on the roof, Blitz and Stolas were laying down on what used to be the tablecloth to the buffet, staring at the stars. Blitz had taken advantage of using Stolas’ chest as a fluffy pillow. It was so comforting, like he could just lay there forever and never get up. But then…something did make him get up. He sat and hugged his knees close, his expression somewhat distraught. His eyes turned briefly to the owl demon, feeling strange.

“Stolas?” He finally broke the silence.

Stolas had already taken note of Blitz sitting up. But he quickly sat up when next he saw his partner’s face.

“What’s the matter, Blitzy? Are you feeling alright?” His questions were genuine, making Blitz feel worse.

“Is this…is this what you want? Do you really want…me?” Something in his voice cracked and that made Stolas’ heart feel a strike of pain.

“Of course I do! Tell me, what brought this on?” He held Blitz’s chin in his hand gently so their eyes met once more.

“It’s…It’s just how we started out. And everything after that…I don’t know why it took me so fucking long to actually admit that I…” He paused. “…felt this way.”

“And?”

“And…I didn’t think that you would actually..! You…You said yes.” His eyes started to water. “Why the hell did you say yes?!”

Stolas pulled him in close, caressing his back. “Because I love you, Blitzy…And you being there all those times, even when I didn’t truly feel this way—it still meant something to me. And I know it meant something to you.”

Blitz let out a crying sound, something he would never do. At least, not in public. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so vulnerable now…and he hated it. Stolas quickly responded to this by cupping his face and lifting it up so they were at eye level again.

The Imp’s lip was quivering and his eyes were bloodshot enough to almost blend in with his eye color. The tears were staining his cheeks, big droopy ones making him look like an absolute wreck. He looked even more embarrassed now than he did before.

Stolas wiped some of the tears away with one of his hands, a comforting smile. “Oh, Blitzy…do you think we’d really be here if I didn’t feel this way?”

He sniffed, trying to contain himself before he responded. “No..None of this would be…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m so used to pushing people away I never thought you’d actually stick around.”

Stolas gave him another kiss, shorter than before, but something about this one felt even more emotional than the last. Something about this one made Blitz want nothing more than to be with him. No matter what his fears were telling him.

“I love you, Blitzy…” It was the third or fourth time he had said it tonight, but this time it felt deeper.

“I love you too, Stolas…” He returned the kiss, both landing back down on the floor.

It was at that moment they refused to let this feeling leave them. For even though the memory of this magical night would fly by, they would never ever forget it.

End.

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COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Hopper pulls up to the library, thankful to get a spot up front. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way inside, Powell behind him.

Hopper takes off his hat as he enters the building, making sure to send a big smile to the librarian.

"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?"

The disapproving look on Marissa's face never left as she spoke.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"What?"

"You could have at least called, said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's not gonna work out. Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm a dick.'"

Powell was unsure of what to do; he looked from Marissa to Hopper, waiting.

Hopper only stares ahead for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, with a subtle smirk, he mutters,

"Yep."

She looks to him, shaking her head expectantly. He seemed at a loss for words again as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Uh... Maybe we could go out again next week?" He offers, hoping for the best. She slowly turns her head to Powell and gives him a 'is he for real?' look. In turn, Powell slowly looks over to Hopper awkwardly. Hopper, already knowing he chose his words poorly, visibly cringed, and was eager to change the subject.

"Newspapers? You guys got newspapers around here?"

Marissa had shown them over to the filing cabinet and started pulling out drawers, naming the selections.

"We have the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room." She briefly gestures behind her.

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"Well, shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?"

"Yeah." He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We are."

She nods her head, suspicious.

"Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post."

Marissa scoffs and looks behind her to Powell, unsure if he's serious. She turns back to Hopper and lets out a soft 'hmph!' before strutting away. Powell steps forward and lowers his voice in a questioning tone.

"The librarian?"

Hopper shrugs wildly before diving into the drawers of files.

The two men had gathered a handful of files and set to work in the other room. Each at their own microfiche, reading every column.

Hopper scanned another column that caught his attention.

'ALLEGED EXPERIMENTS, ABUSE' by T. Bridges.

"Terry Ives' legal case against embattled research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner suffered another setback today when the district attorney's office formally refused to press criminal charges against Brenner, his fellow researchers, assistants, or the project's sponsors, citing lack of evidence. Local law enforcement executed a search..."

Next column.

'MKULTRA EXPOSED' by T. Bridges

"The trust of the American people has been shaken to its core as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK ULTRA, has exposed the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade. Six subjects have come forward..."

This particular column was accompanied by a negative of seven people. Five of which were slightly disheveled, in hospital gowns. A man in a turtleneck and blazer stood obediently in the back. A man in a fancy suit and tie, holding a clipboard stood front and center. A man with whom Hopper guessed to be Brenner.

Next slide.

'DR. MARTIN BRENNER NAMED IN LAWSUIT' by A. Ward - Staff Writer

"Senior researcher Doctor Martin Brenner and seven other staff researchers have been named in a new lawsuit filed today on behalf of former federal research study participant, Terry Ives. Dr. Brenner's attorney in conjunction with the Department of Energy has asked the circuit court to seal the details of the lawsuit until the attorney general's office can determine that no federal..."

Hopper found himself more engrossed and confused as he read.

"...her newborn daughter for scientific research. Following an investigation, the district attorney has already declined to press criminal kidnapping charges against the research facility and staff, citing lack of evidence. Dr. Brenner's attorney called Ms. Ives' allegations baseless and tragic, citing Dr. Brenner's excellent reputation, his twenty recent peer-reviewed scientific papers..."

The next slide was a short column with another accompanying photo. Although the picture was small and blurry, it wasn't hard to see the grief-stricken features on the young woman.

TERRY IVES SUING - 'They took my daughter' by Benjamin Buck

"After the district attorney's office declined to press criminal charges citing lack of evidence, local resident Terry Ives is not giving up her search for justice for herself and her daughter, and this morning filed a lawsuit against research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner and his staff.

Ms. Ives' suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping; both attempted and successful..."

Hopper sighed, trying his best to swallow all of this new information.

'What the hell has been happening in this damn town?'

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Three. One. Five. The numbers on the strange new bracelet read three one five.

Thankfully, El was able to find her way back outside by the large telephone pole where Mike told her to meet them. But El was still nervous. She just hoped no one had spotted her.

El couldn't find it in her ability to stay still. She couldn't stop pacing and she was subconsciously shaking out her hands, her nerves shot.

'What if someone saw her?'

She eagerly checked the bracelet, muttering aloud to herself.

"Three-one-five. Three-one-five. Three-one-five..." her voice turned soft as her confidence wavered. The only thing that was able to take her attention away from the bracelet was the familiar sound of meowing next to her.

Shocked, she looked over to see a scrawny orange cat staring at her from the other side of the fence. It began to meow again and panic and guilt crashed over her as once again another terrible memory resurfaced.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The white cat in the cage before Eleven let out a terrible hiss at her. Her head began to shake as she strained her ability. The combination of the cat growling and hissing and the frantic beeping of the machines was enough to push her even further.

She didn't want to. She never wanted to hurt this poor creature. But she knew that if she didn't, she would have to face the consequences. She would have to go back there. The cat gave out another deep growl and Eleven tried to the best of her ability not to cry. Not to break.

The cat began snarling, and it quickly turned to whimpers of pain. Eleven was freely crying now as she looked between the frightened cat and Papa. She gave one final look at the cat before yanking the wires off her head in defeat.

No. She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She looked at Papa defeated. She shook her head in defiance, though her sobbing gave away her true feelings. He only stared at her in disapproval.

"No! No!" She struggled and kicked. She fought back with all her might while Papa stood at the end of the hallway. Doing nothing.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!" She screamed her throat raw as the men dragged her away, yet as always Papa only watched it happen.

"No!" Her shrieks grew more violent as she neared the room.

She couldn't go back in there.

She couldn't.

The men tossed her inside and began closing the door.

She wouldn't.

Eleven stood to her feet and before they could close the steel door, she threw it open in a fit of rage, her attention quickly shifting to one of the men doing this her. In the very next instant, his back was thrown into the ceramic just behind him. His limp body slipped to the floor, leaving a large hole in the tile.

The second man spared a second to look before turning to her to try and restrain her.

Before he could even step foot in the room, he was dead on the floor, his neck snapped. All with the flick of her head.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, she collapsed against the wall, her nose and ears bleeding.

Papa appeared. He took one look at the cracked wall, to the collapsed man, and then at Eleven. Yet she couldn't move. She was completely drained, all she could do was stare at him. He slowly stepped towards her, staring at her.

She looked up at him in fear of what would happen next, and what did was not something she could have anticipated. He slowly reached his hands out, cupping her face. Sobs wracked her body, and he stared at her in awe.

"Incredible."

He reached down, hooking an arm under her legs, th arried her like an infant. He carried her out of the room and down the hallway, staring at her sobbing form as if he hadn't been the one to cause it.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"El!"

El turned her head to see Mike, Y/n, Lucas and Dustin. They were walking their bikes across the muddy grass in her direction.

Mike looked to her concerned as he, as well as the others, turned their bikes around.

"You okay?"

Relieved to see her friends, she nodded her head.

Mike gave the seat of his bike a few pats.

"Hop on. We only have a few hours."

Hesitantly, she walked forward. But she complied nonetheless and got on Mike's bike, and the five of them peddled off.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The five us were walking our bikes through the woods. Dustin and Lucas were in the back, while Mike and El were just a few steps in front of me. El was looking around as she walked and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my cut.

I got it to stop bleeding eventually, but I don't know how I will ever explain this to Mom. She worries so easily. And, I don't think I have ever had a cut this big but I'll survive. My thoughts are cut short when I become very aware of the fact that El had fallen back next to me and was now looking at me with concern.

"Why did they hurt you?" Her voice came out very soft but was laced with concern.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

El extended her arm out and pointed to my chin. I looked down, upset with how things went today.

"Oh, that. I uh, well... I was tripped. By this mouth breather, Troy."

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"'Mouth breather?'"

"Yeah. You know, a dumb person,"

I suddenly grew quiet, and El noticed.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

I paused. "Yeah. Yeah, it'll be ok." I said.

I knew what she meant but I didn't think it was noteworthy to bring up how I was feeling.

"Y/n." I turn to look at her and she is giving me a knowing look. "Friends tell the truth."

I began to fight tears that were stinging my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I just... I just miss him. Will, I mean. And the things Troy was saying..." I began feeling myself get worked up again at the mere thought of it. "They were awful. Truly awful, and I just... I'm tired. And worried. And I just want to find my friend."

There was suddenly a somber silence over the group that was quickly broken by El's soothing tone.

"Y/n," she said sternly, pulling my eyes to her. There was a soft demand behind her eyes, willing my gaurd down. "I understand."

I looked at her, a grateful smile on my features and my voice came out in a weak whisper.

"Thank you, El."

She gave me a warm smile in return. It very much resembled the one I gave her the first night we met. It was at this moment I knew. I had just found myself a very unique and powerful friendship; one that stood out from my friendship with the party.

El and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

#you'll float queue #stranger things #will byers x reader #reader insert #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #cosmic #y/n henderson #stranger things x reader #x male reader #x m!reader

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jovnie · 3 years

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Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

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Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

#bts fanfction #bts x reader #bts smut #bts #bts fics #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic #kim namjoon #namjoon #au #bts fanfic #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x y/n

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bedbellyandbeyond · 3 years

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Dynamics

(Story Post)

Reid woke up when the twins started to cry. He got up quickly, hoping to handle it so their parents could save on sleep. Lucky for him, the wee beasties just wanted some attention, and he took them out to hold on the couch. He sat and played with them quite a while, but eventually they got hungry. Reid checked the fridge for milk bottles, but he couldn't find them in and among all the cuts of meat and baskets of berries. When they started to get particularly fussy, he gave up and decided to ask Nathan. When he didn't find Nathan or Dax in the loft, he was quite surprised. He did not expect Nathan to just leave the twins in someone else’s care without letting them know firsthand, so he had to be around somewhere, but it wasn't the biggest cottage and there weren't a lot of places to hide. After doing a round, checking the porch and deck and all, Reid could only hope Kent knew where they were. Hopefully, he hadn't disappeared either.

He knocked on the bear man’s bedroom door. “Hello?” He heard a low grunt and just took it as admittance. At the very least, he was glad Kent was there. Opening the door slowly, Reid peeked in. “Kent? Are you—” The sight he saw made him freeze in place. All three of them were there, Kent, Nathan, and Dax, all curled up in Kent's bed, fully in the nude. Dax actually appeared to be quite the blanket hog with most of it wrapped around him like a burrito. Kent’s body hair likely kept him warm enough on a summer night, and Nathan looked toasty snuggled under Kent's big arms. Reid had to hold in a cry of glee. He just backed out and closed the door. Another look in the fridge and he found some bottles in the vegetable crisper. Containing his joy as he sat feeding the twins felt like the hardest task of his life. Regardless, he was quite happy to keep the beasties occupied for a couple hours before their parents woke up. Slowly, closer to noon, the sleepy three rolled out of bed. Kent trudged out first and he made a beeline to the coffee maker. He didn't even acknowledge Reid's presence until after he had some caffeine in his system, then he came around and scooped up Gabriel so he could help feed him. “Sleep well?” Reid hazarded a question as Kent sat down in his armchair. “Mm…” was all Kent bothered to say. “Random question: what size bed do you have in there?” Reid asked. “…Queen, I think.” “Ah, okay… Not horrible. Could still be a bit cramped, maybe…” Kent looked at the doctor then stood again. He came over close to Reid, before scooping up Grace as well right from his lap and walking away. Reid blinked and turned to see him head to the door. “Where are you taking them, in case Nathan asks?” “Just out back.” Kent then disappeared out the door. Reid chuckled a bit to himself and just checked his phone notifications in case anyone was trying to contact him. It was Nathan's turn to sneak out. He must've gotten cold without his Kent blanket, Reid thought to himself. Nathan had pulled on his shirt and shorts again before leaving the room. When their eyes met, he just put his hand on his hip. “Shut up.” “I didn't say anything,” Reid said innocently. Nathan huffed. “‘I told you so' is written all over your face.” “Well…” Reid shrugged. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Nathan blushed and changed the subject. “Where are my kids?” “Kent took them out back,” Reid said. “So, how big is it?” “Reid, I swear to god…” “I'm thinking girthy, yeah?” “It is too early in the morning for the word ‘girthy'.” “And Dax? Quite the first time you got going on.” Nathan got some coffee from the pot Kent made. “I'm not going to share the details of my intimate life with you.” Dax’s head finally peeked out the bedroom door and he looked to Nathan desperately. Reid could see he'd dragged along the blanket to cover himself. “Nathan, I need some help…” “Can't untangle yourself from the blanket?” Nathan asked. “No, I can't find my underwear…” “Good morning, Dax!” Reid said beaming from the couch. Dax was startled and dropped the blanket a bit, scrambling to keep himself covered. “Reid! You're up! Uh, good morning!” “Absolutely the best morning. Did you sleep well?” “Uh, comme ci, comme ça…” Dax mumbled. Nathan exhaled. “He knows. Reid always knows things…” “Knowing things is part of what I do,” Reid stated. “Oh, uh,” Dax flushed red. “I mean, we didn't, you know… I mean, we did…” Nathan went over and handed Dax his coffee. “Relax, he's cool with it. Like, too much.” “I feel like I should buy you ice cream something,” Reid offered gleefully. “Can we celebrate in some way?” “I did want to see another museum…” Dax said. “There's an idea!” Reid supported. “On the way, you can tell me how we got here.” “Plane,” Nathan said. “Train,” Dax continued. “Aye, and automobiles, aye,” Reid said. “But you know what I mean.” Nathan shrugged. “It just happened.” He popped into the bedroom, pulled Dax's boxers out from under the bed and handed them to him. “I'd like it on the record that it was Nathan's idea,” Dax said, before closing the door to change. “Of course. He is the parriarch of this group,” Reid said. “So, what's the plan?” “There is no plan,” Nathan stated. “It was just a one off…” “Sure, sure,” Reid brushed off. “Did Kent enjoy himself?” “He wasn't comfortable doing everything so we kept it mostly topical…” Nathan shared. “But I think he's loosened up, for lack of a better word...” He gave Dax’s cheek a kiss when the other finally came out again, boxers on. “So, no penetration, I’m assuming?” Reid asked. “Another word it is way too early for…” Nathan groaned. “Shame…” Reid lounged across the couch towards them and propped his head up on his hand. “Can I ask, what were the dynamics?” “Dynamics?” Dax asked as he pulled on the rest of his clothes. “I'm a bottom for example,” Reid said, waving a hand. “Actually, let me guess…. Dax is true verse, Nathan's a bottom, and Kent's strict top. For now.” “Pretty much,” Nathan said. “That is eerily accurate,” Dax said. “I'm…gonna take a shower, then we can go out or whatever.” Before he could go to the bathroom though, they could all hear someone's phone started to vibrate. “Not mine,” Reid said holding up his phone. Nathan and Dax both started patting their person for their mobiles. Nathan then climbed up to the loft and grabbed the phone he found threatening to buzz itself off the top floor. “Dax,” Nathan said, handing over the device. Dax was surprised because he didn't recognise the number, but he answered. “Allô? …Yes, this is he…” He paused for a few moments. “…Yes, I did.” He waited a bit more, paling a bit. “Okay. I will try to come in today if I can, I'm way out of town…Alright, thank you. Salut.” Nathan put a hand on his shoulder. “Who was it?” “Syd. They want me to come in to have more blood drawn,” Dax said. Nathan frowned. “Today?” Reid crossed his arms over the arm of the couch. “Sounds like it's urgent.” “Yes, um… They believe they know what caused my behaviour last weekend,” Dax said. “I need more testing to determine the result. I don't really know what that means, but I think I should try to go today.” Nathan took his hand. “Okay, I'll go with you then.” “No, I can't ask you to do that,” Dax said. “Kent still has time with the kids and you should stay with them. I wasn't supposed to be here anyway.” Nathan frowned. “But you’re scared, I can tell. I want to support you.” Dax shook his head. “It's alright. I’ll go and I'll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Part of me is a little excited actually, just getting some answers.” Nathan pursed his lips. “If you're sure, then…” “I’ll go with you,” Reid said getting up from the couch. “I'll get us a flight down courtesy of APID so you don't have to sit on a train all day.” Dax rubbed his neck. “You don't have to do that, but I would appreciate it.” Reid went around and patted Dax's arm. “Don't even worry about it. I'll make some calls.” “Thank you, Reid. Honestly.” Dax then turned back to Nathan. “Are you alright with that? It'll just be yourself and Kent left.” “I'm fine, but are you okay with that?” Nathan asked, wrapping his arms around Dax's waist. “Yes, of course,” Dax said. “I think we're in a good place. We can be comfortable.” Nathan nodded and kissed Dax's cheek. “Okay. Well, you should probably take your shower before you go with Reid. I'll get Kent to bring the kids in to say goodbye.” “Alright,” Dax smiled and gave Nathan a quick kiss back. “I love you.” Nathan smirked. “I love you too. You'll be alright.” “Thank you.”

#lore #Reid #Kent #Nathan #Dax #Grace #Gabriel #werewolf #werebear #thunderbird

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btsficsforthehumble · 3 years

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Four

Warnings: explicit language

Word count: 2k

Your alarm forces you out of a deep sleep at eight on the dot. Groaning, you blindly press the snooze button and flip your face into your pillow, not quite ready to deal with a new day. You let yourself doze for a few minutes, longing for the dark pull of sleep to take you back.

Now, you had to be at your class in under an hour and you were stressed. Seeing how much time had passed in your drowsy state allowed a fire to be lit under your butt, encouraging you to quickly jump in the shower and get ready for the day. All the while, all you wanted to do was answer the call of your abandoned bed.

After rushing around your apartment, you finally stepped out in some light brown corduroys and an embroidered blouse tucked into the waist. A light jacket thrown over top, you felt put together enough to start your day. Even with the rush, you managed to grab a couple of your million muffins from your baking spree yesterday and a to-go mug of coffee. You learned your mistake yesterday, when you showed up to morning classes without caffeine to push you through.

Walking across campus, you watch other students scurry off to their own morning classes. It still being the first week of the semester, most people hadn’t lost the motivation to go to their early classes just yet. You really hope that you won’t fall victim to that… you can’t afford to skip in a class you struggle with.

Once you arrive at your classroom, you head to the same spot you sat last class, and plop your bag down as you get your muffin out to eat before class. Setting it out, you sip your coffee and scroll though your phone, checking your inbox that had accumulated honestly way too many emails overnight.

Your eyes glued to your phone, you don’t even notice when a large hand swipes the muffin right off your desk.

Still absorbed in an email about volunteering for a local animal shelter, you hear someone sit loudly in the seat behind you. Ignoring it, you continue to read though the details of the email --- it looked like the animal shelter for your city, Autumn Leaves Adoption Center, was accepting new volunteers and was looking for students from your university specifically. You had always had a huge soft spot for animals, so you were excited at a chance to spend time helping out.

You glance up from your phone when you finish, and immediately notice your muffin missing from it’s spot on your desk. Bewildered, you begin to search around the classroom with your eyes to locate the stolen baked good. Not finding it with anyone on your sides or in front of you, you swing around to check out the suspects hiding from view.

Ding ding ding!

You found it. Well, you found half of it. The attractive boy that had pestered you yesterday had the other half of your precious muffin stuffed in his cheeks like some sort of squirrel. Caught, he gives the best grin he can with his mouth full, including his eyes crinkling and his eyes shining with mischief.

“Excuse me, you can’t just steal people’s breakfasts right off their desks! Who raised you?!” you whisper yelled. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks from being flustered, and hoped he couldn’t see.

“Wuh yahr warn ehten et,” he replied, cheeks still full.

“Ugh, at least swallow first you animal!”

“Well, you weren’t eating it,” he flashes a grin.

“Um, excuse me sir, who allowed you to go around stealing people’s food the second you deem them to be not interested in it,” you snapped.

“Oohhh, can you say that again?” As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow while his eyes traveled up your body.

“Say what?” Your flat tone gave away your high level of irritation at him.

“Call me sir again, sweetheart. I think you and I both liked it,” he leaned forward as he spoke. His gaze was challenging, almost to see if you were able to handle him.

The truth is, if this asshole hadn’t just stolen your goddamn muffin you’d be happy to do so --- outside of the classroom --- anytime. The guy, you remember being named Taehyung, had gorgeous dark curls that anyone would dream about pulling on. His dark eyes were enigmatic, and by every definition intense. Tanned skin, clear and smooth only made him seem more ethereal. HIs natural looks, coupled with an artistic and sophisticated fashion sense, made him look like a character of a k-drama.

But, this guy had some audacity if you’ve ever seen any. So, you weren’t going to give into his charm as easily as he wanted.

Slowly, you lean forward on his desk, allowing him to get a good view of your tits while you lift a hand to his mouth, to swipe away excess crumbs that had been forgotten during his cookie monster moment. You lightly trace his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb, pushing down just hard enough for the flesh to ripple.

His eyes become more hooded, obviously thinking he had won you over with his charms.

“Why would I call someone sir, if they need to clean up after like a child, hmm?” You dropped your voice as you spoke, not only trying to limit prying ears but also to give yourself a more sultry sound.

You lean back and retract your arm. But instead of letting it drop, you raise the hand you had reached out to him to your face, and pop your thumb into your mouth. While your lips are still encircling your thumb, you let your eyes meet his.

Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to look as affected as he does. His eyes are narrow, surely from your jibe. However, you see that he seems to be breathing a little heavier than before, and that his hands were gripping the edges of his desk with more force than would be considered normal. This makes the veins and tendons pop on his already large and beautiful hands and you can’t help but let your eyes linger on them for a little.

“Mmm, I did a good job with these muffins, I can tell even with just crumbs,” you say after popping your thumb out of your mouth.

Catching you off guard, a cheery voice asks from over your turned around shoulder, “Oooo, are you sharing muffins? I love muffins!”

You turn around in your seat quickly in response. “Oh, uh, yeah.” You bend over and grab the other muffin you brought with you, thinking you’d eat it as a snack later in the day. Oh well.

You hand the muffin over, and quickly realize this is the same guy that sat in front of you yesterday, the cute one with the even cuter smile.

“Yay! Thank you so much! You’re my new favorite person!” he declared. He was giving you a smile even bigger than the one that you had swooned over prior, and really looked like the embodiment of sunshine. “My name is Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.”

“I’m y/n! And don’t worry about the muffin, I have about a million back at home. I went on a bit of a baking spree yesterday,” you giggled.

You hear a surprised scoff come from behind you. Apparently, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome is unhappy with the heat you gave him, now knowing that not only did you have much more at home, but had another with you. And you gave it away. You can’t help but let out a small smile at his indignation.

“It’s nice to meet you y/n! I hope I’ll get to have more of your treats in the future, this is delicious!” Hoseok says, already taking a bite.

You give him a wide smile in return. “If you want, I can save you one of whatever I make. I love to bake new things all the time.”

Hoseok begins to reply, but is cut off by the professor starting class. His eyes widen a little, surprised at the intrusion, but quickly sends you an apologetic smile as he turns around to face the lecturer.

Prepared for social hour to be over, because frankly, this was way too much for you at 9 am, you pulled out your notes. As you straighten up, you feel a presence behind your ear. Being this close, you could smell a musky, dark, masculine scent wash over you.

“I hope you save some for me too, sweetheart. I’m a growing boy,” Taehyung huskily murmurs, quiet enough to be missed by anyone else.

Cheeks hot at the double meaning of his words, all you manage to get out was a flat, “No promises.” Hoping to appear unaffected by him, you go right back to paying attention to your professor. Hoseok, in front of you, was oblivious to your and Taehyung’s hushed conversation and was busy scribbling away in his notes. You take a deep breath, and follow suit.

Unfortunately, calculus is as hard as you remember. As the professor lectured, you could feel whatever understanding you had previously drift away. You write notes at a furious pace, in hopes that whatever you copy down you’ll understand at a later time.

You sigh after your professor dismisses class. You are feeling frustrated that even during the first week, you seem to be slipping behind in your understanding of the class material.

“Hey are you okay? Class was a lot today, huh.” Hoseok turned around in his chair to speak, seeming to have caught your pitiful sigh. You glace up to meet his eyes, your expression slightly sheepish.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just not very good at calculus,” you admit with a small smile.

He gives you a sunny smile in return. “Do you wanna study together? I actually like math. I know, I’m strange for that.”

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. He barely knows you but is offering to help you with the subject you struggle with the most. It was a no-brainer.

“Oh my gosh, yes! I’d love to have a study partner for this class. I’m so worried about falling behind.” You feel your face fall into a small pout at your confession.

“Can I join? I’m not too great at math either.” You jump a little, completely forgetting about the human pain in the ass behind you.

“Of course! The more the merrier!” Hoseok beams, looking past you to the boy behind. “I’m Hoseok, but everyone just calls me Hobi.”

“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you.” He gives Hoseok a grin as he introduces himself, seemingly never not up to trouble.

“You too! Do you guys want to meet tomorrow? We can go to the coffee shop around the corner from here,” Hoseok suggests.

You nod, and Taehyung gives a noise of agreement behind you, before asking, “Do you guys want to trade numbers? That way we don’t have to wait to see each other to get help.”

Internally, you sigh, having a feeling he was going to use your number for more than just that. Regardless, you comply. The three of you swap your phones, inputting your contact information, and stand to exit the classroom as a new stream of students enter waiting for the next class to start.

“Bye guys! See you tomorrow!” Hoseok flashes his signature sunny smile as you depart.

“Bye Hobi!” You smile at him in response. Taehyung gives his own goodbye to the boy.

After Hoseok heads off a different direction, Taehyung leans closer to you to give you your own farewell. “Goodbye y/n, see you tomorrow sweetheart,” he basically purrs at you.

You give him a glare in response. “Bye, Taehyung.” After, you swiftly make your exit. That boy was a handful, to say the least. But, as much as you hate to admit it, he was hot. Like really hot. While Hoseok had that ‘boy next door’ quality, Taehyung oozed sex appeal. You were really going to have to train yourself to act normal around those two, if you were going to be spending extended time alone with them. Heading to your next class, you decide that is a problem for later.

#BTS #ot7 #ot7 x reader #poly ot7 #fanfic

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 3 years

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Welcome Home (Part One)

(NOT MY GIF)

Summary: After not speaking to her brothers for over a year, Peyton Rhodes’ life is turned upside down when her boyfriend of four years cheats on her. She uproots her life with WWE and returns home to Atlanta. She finds herself among great friends and she is finding herself again after being lost for so long.

WORD COUNT: 2,624 (well shit).

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Dustin Rhodes x OFC (Sister), past Seth Rollins x OFC, future Kenny Omega x OFC (maybe?), MJFx OFC( maybe?) Could end up being Matt Jackson x OFC (who knows) let the writing gods surprise us.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mentioned cheating, possible future smut (Warnings are subject to change as I continue writing and will be updated as needed).

A/N: This has been a WIP for over a year now. This will be multiple parts. It will be a slow burn. (MAYBE) I’m a sucker for the friends to lovers trope. Please do not think that this reflects my feels toward a certain wrestler (Seth). This story is strictly fiction. I do not own any of the characters except for my OFC(s). Please, please, please, give me feedback. I’m slowly working myself back into the fanfic world. <3

“Cody was right.” I cried as soon as my brother’s wife answered the phone. I hadn’t spoken to my brothers since they left WWE. Cody was upset that I wouldn’t leave with him. Brandi was my way of communication with them. She’d call at least twice a week. This week was different.

“I caught him. I went to congratulate him after his win over Finn and they were,” I sniffled, hurt coming over me again. “It was Mandy. I thought she was my friend.” I explained to my sister in law.

“Pey, I am so sorry. Please come home. You know AEW has a spot for you whenever you want it.” Brandi offered. It was the same thing she said to me every week, but now I’m ready.

“I just don’t know why.” I cried. “I was the perfect girlfriend. I basically put my career on hold for him. I thought he was, I thought he was it for me.” Brandi had said that they were going to be home for Cody’s birthday in a few weeks and invited me to come to the party.

“I’ll talk to Hunter.” I choked out.

Luckily, my contract was almost up and as soon as Vince heard I didn’t want to re-sign, he settled for my release. We didn’t have the best relationship, but Hunter advocated for me stating that it was best for the company as well as myself. He knew the situation and didn’t blame me for wanting to go.

I knew I had to go back one day. I just never thought it would be this soon. I parked my car in the drive. I could hear Pharaoh announcing my arrival before I could make it to the door. I made my way up the sidewalk to the porch. I took a deep breath and knocked.

Brandi opened the door immediately. “Well I'll be damned.” She said, “I can’t believe you came!” I smiled, embracing my brother’s wife.

“Like I would miss my big brother’s 35th birthday.” I lied and she knew it. If Seth hadn’t cheated on me, I wouldn’t be here.

Brandi led me inside where there were some guests who had gathered in the foyer. Brandi introduced me quickly, leading me through to Cody. “Hey, babe. Your surprise is here.” Cody, who was standing by the fireplace, talking to Dustin, turned and saw me.

Awkwardly, I raised a hand to wave. “Hi.” I whispered. Cody sat down his drink and walked over to me. I expected him to cuss and yell, but instead, he threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

“Peyton, I'm so happy you’re here.” He whispered. Dustin came up behind him.

“Long time, no see sis. You know, they invented this thing called a phone. You should look into it. Call your big brothers sometime.” Dustin fussed before hugging me too.

“It is really good to see you guys.” I tried to hold back the tears, but some escaped anyway. “How have you been? AEW has really taken off huh?” I said making small talk.

Cody nodded, “Yeah, I have the best business partners. I can’t wait for you to meet them.” Looking at my brother, he was truly happy. WWE had given him a few more stress lines, but seeing him now, you couldn’t tell.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me to follow him. He led me to Matt and Nick Jackson, standing with Kenny Omega and Adam Page. “Guys! Guys! Look who decided to show her face.” Cody beamed, smiling big. The four guys waved.

“Finally! We get to meet the prodigal sister.” Kenny Omega spoke first.

“Peyton, these are the guys.” Cody pointed to each of them. “Matt. Nick. Kenny. Adam.”

“Nice to meet y’all finally. I watch your show every week. You are all very talented.” They all mumbled a “thank you” in tandem.

The rest of the evening went by smoothly. We all sat and talked. Getting to know The Elite was amazing. It was almost as if I hadn’t been AWOL for a year and a half. When the party was over, I was helping Brandi clean up.

“Pey, you don’t have to help. You’re a guest.” She said, grabbing the glasses from my hands. I shook my head.

“I’m family. And family helps.” I smiled, taking the glasses back and continued to the kitchen. Cody walked in behind me with plates.

“Hey,” he started, “Thank you for coming.” He finished, placing the plates in the dishwasher. I added my glasses.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, turning to face him. Cody looked at me, confused. “I should have left with you. You were right about that place. My career, my relationship, everything, became a shitshow after you left.” tears began to fall.

“Pey, it’s okay. I’m just happy you’re here now.” Cody wiped the tears away.

“Code. I lost my title. Seth cheated on me, and I barely got any TV time.” Cody scoffed. He never liked Seth.

“He cheated on you?” Cody growled, and paced around the room.

I nodded, “I caught him. I went to congratulate him after his win one night and they were,” I sniffled, explaining to Cody. “I don’t know why.” I cried. “And then I lost my title, and then stopped getting TV time, unless I was on Seth’s arm.” I darted my eyes to the ground. “We still had to work together. After everything, I had to pretend like we were the perfect couple, until my last appearance.” Cody pulled me into a tight hug.

“I pissed a lot of people off with the way I left. I’m so sorry that affected you.” he whispered into my hair, like it was his fault.

“I don’t blame you, Code. I was granted my release.” I mumbled into his chest. He pulled back.

“What?” His eyes were wide.

“I asked for my release and Hunter pushed it through. I’ll be a free agent in 90 days” I explained. Cody smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“Babe! Dustin! Get in here!” Cody yelled, startling me. The both of them came running, looking for an emergency, but they only saw Cody pouring champagne for a toast. Confused looks covered their faces.

Cody gave everyone a flute and started a toast. “To our baby sister, the newest AEW superstar.” Brandi squealed and hugged me tight. The guys joined in.

I was finally home.

It was hard, walking away from my life in WWE; However, finding my place within the Elite was easy. Especially with Kenny Omega. He quickly became one of my closest friends. The next 3 months were the best of my life. The break from wrestling gave my body and my heart time to heal. Everyone did their best to hide that I was coming to AEW, even leaving fake trails that I was going back to NJPW.

After working out the details of my contract, I was officially signed with AEW. Cody wanted me to make a surprise entrance, interrupt one of his segments. Creative loved the idea of brother and sister reuniting, but they wanted to make it interesting. When my debut date came, I couldn’t have been any more nervous.

Sitting in catering, I was alone, lost in thought, picking at my food. It had been a long journey here, but they made it. AEW came to life and it was thriving. Double or nothing had passed, and that meant tonight was Dynamite.

“Guess who?” Someone had snuck up on me, covering my eyes. I smiled because I knew exactly who it was.

“Hmm, Prince Charming?” I guessed quickly. Kenny placed a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

“Close, but better.” He said uncovering my eyes. “Hey, princess. Just thought I’d come save you from your thoughts. What’s going on in that head of yours right now?” he asked, knowing I’ll tell him, taking the seat next to me.

I sighed, rubbing my face. “I was thinking about my journey, how I got here.” Kenny nodded, but didn’t say anything. “I was thinking about how I get to see Jon again, since leaving WWE, and I was thinking about Seth.” I finally spit it out. Seth, his name leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

“I knew something was bothering you. Talk to me, doll.”

“I was scrolling through Insta earlier. He’s engaged. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. Not because I still have feelings for him, but because she is, was, my friend, and I don’t want him to do to her what he did to me.” I explained to him.

“That’s understandable, Pey, but people gotta make their own mistakes. Mandy knows what he did to you and she still said yes, so that’s on her.” Kenny said, ever the voice of reason.

I nodded in agreement with him, knowing he was right. I needed to focus on my new path, my new future.

“Peyton!” Cody called from a distance, Brandi following him. It was time.

Cody stood, center ring, proudly. He had won the TNT title at Double or Nothing. He went on about how he was issuing an open challenge every Wednesday.

I stood nervously behind the curtain, waiting for my cue. I was about to make my debut. My life has been a little crazy since I left WWE behind, but definitely for the better.

As an avid Fall Out Boy fan, I had struck a deal to have my favorite song as my entrance music. I had been using it for most of my career. The music hit, the crowd went crazy. “Holy Hell, that music can only mean one person. The sister of the American Nightmare. That’s Peyton Rhodes!” JR yelled into his mic as I strolled down the ramp, ignoring the crowd. “Peyton” chants filled the arena as I made my way to the squared circle.

“Peyton Rhodes has joined AEW and the crowd couldn’t be happier,” Excalibur added. I walked around the ring to the time keeper, grabbing a mic from Justin, and strolled on toward the ring.

The music cut, and Cody was first to speak. "Oh yeah. I guess we didn't announce this but Peyton Rhodes is AEW!" The crowd screamed at Cody's news, chanting "AEW".

I soaked in the cheers because I knew it was all about to change. I had been a face for most of my pro-wrestling career, and now I finally get to pursue the heel turn my fans had been begging for. I took in a deep breath and adjusted my leather jacket.

“Oh, Atlanta, shut the hell up!” I groaned into the mic. I revelled in the audible gasp that could be heard. “That’s right. No more sweet ‘Georgia peach’ Peyton Rhodes. I came to AEW to raise hell, and that’s what I’m going to do.” I wandered around the ring, stopping in front of a camera. “I’m sick and tired of wanting your approval. I’m here to get what I want. And I want it all.” I punctuated as I looked dead into the camera.

“Hear that big brother,” I turned and faced Cody, “Hell just arrived in AEW I hope you’re ready.” I gestured to the crowd, “I hope you’re all ready, because if you thought Cody was a nightmare, wait til you see me, the Dream Killer.” I dropped the mic, and rolled out of the ring. The crowd loved it. “Dream Killer” chants echoed in my ears all the way backstage.

I was greeted by Dustin, Brandi, and Kenny. “That was perfect, Pey, they loved it.” Kenny said as soon as I was in sight. I grinned, running up to him, jumping into his arms for a hug.

“The crowd loved you. They’ve been hoping for this heel turn since your WWE debut.” Cody said, smiling from ear to ear as he returned to the back after finishing his promo.

“For real, Pey! You pull off the ‘heel’ thing. I can’t wait to work on your wardrobe!” Brandi squealed, embracing me in a dancing hug. “Just think about the shoes, Pey, the shoes.” Brandi was way more excited about the outfits than the actual turn. She had helped me pick the one I was wearing. Black jean shorts, a front-zip black and white crop top, leather jacket, and black boots.

“I can’t wait to see where this takes me.” I said before we were joined by the rest of The Elite.

Nick was the first to speak. “Not bad, Rhodes. You might be a better heel than your brother here.” He elbowed Cody in the ribs.

Matt nodded in agreement, “For real Peyton, the crowd was so hyped for that turn.” He said with a soft smile, bringing me in for a quick hug.

I turned to face everyone. “Thanks guys. All of you. You gave me this chance.” I thanked them, “I promise I won’t let you down.”

“You’re a great addition to the AEW family.” Adam complimented, “Come on Ken, we got a match to get ready for.” he said before walking away. Kenny gave me one last hug before following him.

Cody and Brandi also parted as she had a segment coming up, leaving me with the Young Bucks. “Come on, Pey, lets celebrate!” We had walked back to catering where some more of the AEW stars were waiting. In the back, I spotted the one person I couldn’t wait to see again. I told The Bucks I’d catch up with them.

“Jon!” I screamed, almost running to him. When he saw me rushing toward him, he opened his arms, inviting me in for a hug. Hugging him was a blast from the past.

“Peyton fucking Rhodes. I heard rumors you were coming. Sweetheart, you knocked them dead.” He spoke into my hair. I gave him one more tight squeeze before pulling away. “Well, you look great.” He said, gesturing to my outfit.

“I’m heel now. Finally.” I boasted. I’ve been waiting for this for the longest time and no one was taking it away from me. Jon and I talked, catching up. I asked about Renee and he lit up. He was happy and that’s all I wanted for him. He was finally able to be the fighting champion everyone knew he could be.

“What about Seth? What happened? The last time I spoke to him, he said you guys were happy and he had bought a ring.” Jon asked, and it knocked the breath out of me. I knew he would ask, but I wasn’t expecting him to mention a ring.

“He cheated on me. With Mandy. They’re engaged now.” I said without choking up, which was a good sign. I could see the disappointment well up in Jon’s eyes.

“You were always too good for him.” I knew he and Seth were still good friends, but I appreciated the words nonetheless. Jon gave me one last hug before he got called away for his match, leaving me alone in catering again.

I found a table close to a TV so I could watch the end of Kenny and Adam’s match. They were well on their way to becoming tag team champions. I started thinking about what Jon had said about Seth, about him buying a ring. I couldn’t believe it. He was going to ask me to marry him and I would have said yes, had I not found him with Mandy. I was pulled from my thoughts by my phone vibrating. It was Seth.

I saw your debut.

You look good.

You’re gonna be a great heel.

I miss you.

I wish you would talk to me and let me explain.

I read and reread the messages a hundred times before replying.

Okay, Seth. When and where?

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04. hyunjin ; hyunsung / 6067 words

incubus!hyunsung, oral (m receiving), female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, semi public sex (almost getting caught oops), a little bit of daddy kink, a little fluff at the end

parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03

your fingers lightly tapped on the mouse pad of your laptop, your eyes squinting carefully at the screen as you enlarge the photo printed on it. the summoning glyph showed in a pixelated format, it was blurry but you could still make out the little details.

holding up your laptop, you slid off your bed and went around so you could check out the white sheet you had laid out on the space in your room.

you used the same red paint you did last time when you summoned jisung, and you were fairly sure you followed the picture correctly when you drew it minutes ago. glancing between the symbol on your sheet and the one on your computer, you couldn’t find a single mistake you could have made.

so why hasn’t hyunjin showed up? you chanted the spell right, you did it three times just to make sure you’ve got backup. it has almost been twenty minutes now and he was still nowhere in your room.

you were hoping you could call him up to spend some time with him. as amazing as it was with jisung last time, you still couldn’t shake the guilt in your chest that you had left him out of the fun. not that you believed hyunjin particularly missed your presence or anything, even though jisung told you that both of them did miss you last time he stopped by.

either way, you needed a reason to summon him that didn’t pertain to you wanting to see him, or fuck him, or anything along the lines of those. as if those boys haven’t been all you thought about lately.

it was like your mind gets hornier with each encounter with those two boys, and so far there has only been two! both of them mind-blowing as well!

you’ve done things you never thought you would, you’ve made noises and said words so inappropriate that your innocent mind still blushes when you recall them, and you have fanaticized about them so much in your own time that it was starting to take your attention away from other things.

the way they kept leaving you wanting more and more of them was beyond anything you have expected from yourself. you didn’t hate it, it was just unexpected and you were often shy of sudden things.

“oh, why are you so lame?” you accused yourself with a grimace, balancing your laptop on one hand while your other reached up to rub your forehead. “maybe he’s busy. you aren’t the only person summoning him.”

or perhaps he was mad at you for leaving him out last time. but you had prepared an explanation to why you didn’t summon him as well so there should be no grudge held against that problem.

or, what if he changed his mind? what if he suddenly stopped liking you? that could be a possibility, one that would make a lot of sense and one that you would expect too, to be truthful.

you pursed your lips together then, your eyes furrowing as you placed your laptop on your desk. your head hammered against your thoughts, an unsettling feeling surfacing in your chest as your mind started to spiral down a self-deprecating path.

you were unsure when you started to feel like this, this tightening feeling in your chest whenever a negative thought appeared has never happened before. you were often so susceptible to the damage of your own insecurity now that you were suddenly denying it made you felt uneasy.

but a part of you wanted desperately to hold onto the hope that it could be possible for the two demons to really care for you just as you are, just like how they have shown to be on certain occasions.

“oh, stop worrying,” you muttered to yourself as you shut your laptop and glanced down at the white sheet. you heaved a sigh, looking around your room for any signs of the blond-haired boy, and when you found none, your shoulders dropped in faint disappointment.

moving away from your desk, you went into your closet and fished inside for a towel before holding it on your forearm. your mind was telling you to take a hot shower, let it clean your head and calm you down for a moment before you start worrying again.

you could try summoning him again later. it’d be a bonus if you smell nice when he shows up too, something you had read online that it could be pretty appealing.

with that in mind, you open the door to your room and left for the bathroom just down the hall. after just a few whiles of you turning on the showerhead, the same black portal appeared in the midst of your room and, as per usual, hyunjin morphed from the substance and landed on the ground.

he gave himself a moment to adjust to the sight of your room.

an opened textbook laid on your desk with your laptop beside it. that was the second time he’s seen that book, and just like last time, he could feel your stress all over the material. your worst subject, he assumed.

a new mattress, he recognized, and you’ve got yourself a new hamster plushie laid at the pillow. he grimaced slightly—those damn cheeks reminded him of han jisung, who absolutely did not hesitate to let his tongue slip when he hinted on sharing some alone time with you.

cheeky bastard. whatever, it didn’t matter. he would just have to make you forget all about him when his turn comes. and it seemed that his calling has finally arrived.

the white sheet on the ground took up most of the space, as well as his attention. you had been trying to summon him, and he heard you. he just wasn’t able to leave immediately because he was with somebody else, but hell, when he heard you say his name after so long—it was like his chest got struck by lightning, a sense of thrill washing over him.

all he wanted to do was finish off quickly so he could go find you. his eyes closing as he chased his high, the image of your face coming in quick flashes across his mind.

looking around himself, hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts and it finally came to light that you weren't in your room. he raised his brow, confused. he was sure you called his name, there was even proof of the ritual being set up on the floor, yet somehow you weren't anywhere in your room.

spinning around, his eyes slightly widened at your opened door, revealing the hallway outside. a short hum escaped his lips as he approached it and poked his head outside. the apartment was empty but it didn't feel so. and he could smell a waft of coconut shampoo in the air, one that he had sniffed out on several other ladies these past weeks as well.

they were never as appealing as you, for some reason. there was just something special about the coconut smell blending in so well with your personal scent, the sugary honey smell a perfect mixture with the shampoo you used. the smell accentuates at the crook of your neck, he vividly remembered, and he loved it so much.

shoving his hands into his pants, hyunjin stepped a foot out of your room. he looked around, his hair framing over his jaw prettily as he did so, and with a sharp left turn, he walked down the end of the hall where the smell came from.

his steps came to an abrupt stop before the locked bathroom. he glared at the wooden pattern printed on top, his eyes grazing past the lines as if he could see inside. then they landed on the metal doorknob, the key to the other side, the only thing keeping you away from him now.

he reached a hand out for the knob, but before his slender fingers could touch the roundness, the lock clicked and you swung it open with ease. you took a quick step back when you found a person standing at the bathroom door, and you huffed out a relieved sigh when you saw that it was hyunjin.

"oh–you scared me, hyunjin!" you exclaimed, placing a hand over your chest as you huffed out a laugh.

"i did?" he eyed up at your startled expression, amusement and a hint of longing rushing up to his smirk as he stood up straight. he tilted his head, a piece of his hair falling over his eyes as he blatantly checked you out.

"well, yeah, i was just taking a shower and–" you paused with furrowed brows, unsure why his eyes were gazing you up and down before your cheeks reddened suddenly.

right, you were just taking a shower. and since you did not expect anyone to be inside the house when you would be done, you had only brought a towel along with you. and now you stood before hyunjin, with only a towel wrapped around your body and slightly wet hair tied up into a loose bun.

seeing the blush on your face, he chuckled under his breath and took a step closer to you. his eyes softened with lust, his finger moving up to tug a piece of hair behind your ear. it slowly dragged down the side of your face, and then down your neck, across your collarbones, and it stopped to rub circles on your shoulder.

ahh, your skin was much softer after being rained down by steamy droplets. and he wondered how much better it could feel with water rolling down your body.

"what are you blushing for, doll?" he hummed lowly, his tone shoved with a hint of smugness in it. "it's nothing i haven't seen nor touched before."

"i know." your voice came out rather squeaky, much more than you'd like.

"you know?" he said, the sentence not intending to be a question but you nodded in response anyway. he smiled faintly then, his fingers finally gripping hold of your shoulder, causing you to hold down a breath.

it was somewhat strong, not strong enough to hurt but definitely enough to make a point. but you weren't so sure what he was trying to say yet. was he annoyed? was he disappointed? did he miss you too much? you haven't the slightest idea.

you stumbled back when hyunjin moved, walking you back into the bathroom until he reached his free hand over and closed the door behind him. his hand found the knob and swiftly clicked the lock shut, his eyes glimmering at the sound.

the bathroom was steamy, almost suffocating with the hot water heat it was previously filled with. the humidity made his clothes stick to his body, and the limited air surrounding you both only fueled his desire to take you even more.

hyunjin stared into your eyes intently, his gaze shifted ever so slightly down to your lips before it returned to your eyes again. he was leaning closer and closer, his waist bending down as his one arm circled around your back to pull you closer to him. your noses touched, causing your breath to quicken in anticipation at the long-awaited kiss.

"then do you know how much i've missed you?" he asked, his hot breath hitting your skin before he finally closed the distance between you two.

hyunjin let out a soft breath through his chest. he was able to immediately melt against you, his hand bringing you closer to him unconsciously. his lips moved carefully against yours to savor this moment he had been longing for since the day he left your side.

it just felt different, better; he has been on edge kissing somebody else for weeks, not that he has any choice regarding that problem. being able to close his eyes knowing he is touching your lips and nobody else's is reliving.

the desperation seeping into his gentleness made the kiss all the better for you. it was wrapped around you, from the way he leaned onto your lips and the way he pressed at the small of your back, his neediness wrapped around your body like a cocoon.

when he pulled away, you could barely open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks were flushed and your chest heaving against the confines of your towel, your bulging breasts a vivid reminder of his hardened member under his pants.

"do you have any idea how badly i've needed you these weeks?" he whispered, his hand running up your sides before his fingertip ran along the soft surface of your squished up breasts.

you let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when he dove down to your neck, his lips soft against your skin. the hickeys jisung left recently have faded already, much to your surprise, and here hyunjin was planting new ones by biting and sucking on your neck.

if those two keep it up like this, you'd actually have to start learning how to cover your neck up without using a sweater or a scarf.

as you relaxed against the way he kissed down your collarbones and shoulders, hyunjin's hands slid around your waist before reaching up to the hem of your towel. you released your hand, letting him unwrap the knot you've tightened to the side and slipping the towel onto the floor.

his hand quickly found its way to your breasts, palming over the perky roundness with his cold hands and sending a shiver down your spine. your toes curled lightly, your feet raising up to a tip-toe when he leaned down to take your boob in his mouth, sucking on your nipple before biting on it.

he pulled away with his eyes focused on your face, his gaze a soundless laugh when you briefly glanced down to find your nipple being pulled between his teeth. it bounced back to your chest when he released his grip, his tongue flicking out to soothe over the spot as you moaned at the feeling.

"hyunjin." you didn't have anything to say, you just felt like saying his name. it was tasteful against your tongue, a name you were willing to repeat over and over again like a maniac.

"hmm?" he hummed lightly, his hands roaming down your stomach and your hips before they finally reached your wet core.

you whimpered at the feeling of his hand against your heat, his palm covering most of the area and the heel of it rubbing against your sensitive clit. he slid his hand up, his fingers slowly gliding past your slit and meeting your hole for a brief moment. dipping the tip of his finger in, hyunjin chuckled in dark delight at the slickness of your insides.

"you're so wet, doll," he said, straightening up but his fingers lingered at your heat. as you licked your lower lip, unguarded, he took the chance to slip his middle finger inside and felt you immediately clench around him. "i wonder why."

"is it because of me? were you playing with yourself in the shower earlier?" he asked, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, you breathy moans a melodic song to him. "or were you thinking of somebody else in there, hmm?"

your eyes rounded for a second, his words barely processing in your brain. "wh–what?"

"don't act dumb, doll," he said, casually dipping his ring finger inside your heat. he smirked when you trembled, your back arching forward into him. "a little birdie told me that you had some alone time with somebody else."

interesting. was that jealousy you sensed? it felt less like disappointment, which jisung had exuded last time. hyunjin was being much more... passive-aggressive about it, like he was more annoyed and competitive than sad.

you could be overthinking it, though. you could be overestimating the power you have over him.

hyunjin looked at you when you opened your mouth to speak. no words were spoken, mainly because you didn't know what to say to him. he scoffed with a roll of his eyes; well, now he knew jisung wasn't lying just to rile him up. somehow part of him still desperately hoping he was.

"you hurt my feelings, baby doll. was he better than me?" he faked a pout, curling his fingers in your heat and gathering up your essence to create a loud squelch.

you moaned, your face red from the moment. what a question, how could you possibly answer that? either answer would end up getting one of them upset, and you've experienced how things could be when they're upset.

you could still feel the leather around your neck.

"don't go tongue-tied on me now," hyunjin said, his voice rising. he pulled his hand out of your cunt and dragged them up along your clean body. "i still need that tongue of yours to work."

they met your mouth, slathering your juices all around your lips as he roughly pressed against its surface.

his brows raised in bliss at the mere sight of your half-lidded eyes. your head tilted up at him as he pried your mouth open to rub his fingers all over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers. he sighed gently, watching the saliva string in your mouth.

"i'm–i'm sorry," you said then, your teeth grazing past his fingers as you opened your eyes at him. "i was going to summon you too but jisung stopped me."

"and you let him?" he said, raising a brow.

"i–" you pursed your lips together in dismay, your brows furrowing. "yeah... i did."

hyunjin nodded, his gaze turning solemn for a moment before the elegance returned. he could tell you felt bad, for whatever reason it was. and he liked that you did. he wasn't fond of jisung having you all to himself, the idea itself made his skin burn, so to know that you did slightly regret not inviting him made him over the moon.

"i'm sorry," you said meekly, giving him a faint smile as you reached up to hold his cheek. "i summoned you today hoping to make up for it, but it took you so long to arrive."

"yes." he nodded. "i was laying with another."

the dimming of lights that flickered across your eyes made him less giddy than he expected. you weren't sure why it was affecting you so much, you knew when you summoned them that you wouldn't be the only person with their names on the on-call list, and you have come to terms with that.

it's just... hearing him say it out loud forces you to admit it. and you had wanted to drown in your ignorance for a little longer.

"you upset, hmm?" hyunjin said, tracing his fingertip down your face. "then you can imagine my disappointment when jisung told me how good he fucked you the other day."

"yeah..." you nodded. "sorry."

"i think i'm gonna need more than just a verbal apology, doll."

you held in a breath, knowing exactly what he meant. your heart hammered strongly against your chest, not that you were in any way opposed to the idea but that you were unsure in your ability to meet his standards. you have never actually sucked someone off before, the last times it happened you were mainly restrained or controlled. all you needed to do was keep your mouth open.

however, despite the nervousness, you looked up at hyunjin for a brief moment, finding his gaze encouraging as you slowly dropped down on your knees.

hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, the anticipation swarming in his head overshadowed by the lust present in his eyes. he couldn't break now, he needed to put a front to assert his dominance, even though the sight of your bright eyes trembling as you fumbled with his belt was just so distracting.

his pants fell to the ground after you pulled them down, and your eyes slightly widened at the bulge underneath his boxer. your hand flew to touch it delicately, jumping when hyunjin hissed at the feeling.

"doll," he said pointedly, looking down at you.

you hummed knowingly, your hands tugging at the waistband of his boxer before ridding it as well. your eyes shut when his cock sprung out, your head leaning back slightly to avoid being hit in the face with it. and you blushed when you heard him laugh from above.

pouting slightly, you returned your attention to him and your hand reached over to grab ahold of his shaft. his girth surprised you, the fill of your hand quite a grabby touch to it, and you squeezed your fingers around him once to earn a reaction.

hyunjin shut his eyes, a soft grunt leaving him. he liked that, good.

alright, just concentrate and don't overthink it. you know the general gist of how to do this at least. just do what you have done in your imagination, nothing too hard about that!

you pumped him a few times, your hand gliding up and down as you flicked your wrist to go in a twisty motion. you repeated the motion for a while, gathering his pre-cum and lubing him up until you felt his dick was wet enough, then you finally took him in your mouth.

hyunjin breathed out when he felt your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue brushing along the lines of it as you eyed up at him in uncertainty, your mouth gently sucking his tip to giving him a little pull.

his heart stuttered at your wide eyes, asking for permission of sorts to move, and he could only manage to give you an encouraging smile.

your lips quirked a little in a grin before you took him further into your mouth, your hands covering the parts your mouth didn't reach. you bobbed your head along his length, your tongue lapping at his skin and running with its tip pressed against his shape. every time you tried to suck in, a slurping sound emits from you.

hyunjin continuously let out soft grunts of pleasure. your mouth was just as warm as he remembered, those slurping sounds and little pops of you leaving his tip adding as a bonus to what he couldn't hear last time.

and as usual, there was just something about it being you and no anyone else that really got him going. it prompted him to lose control, but he wanted to wait, he wanted you to please him instead of him controlling you to do so.

"baby doll, you can go all the way," he said, challenged almost, as he glanced down at you. his hand ran through your hair and he rubbed your head, this thumb pressing against your scalp when you licked his tip in thoughts.

you could. you would gag a lot, but you could. the last time you did it was because they had shoved it down your throat, but you supposed you could do it on your own as well. removing yourself from his cock, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his tip, and you caught your breath before taking him in your mouth again.

your held in your breath, your lips pressed tightly against the skin of his shaft as you took him in slowly. your tongue flapped, touching his cock mindlessly and unpredictably, giving hyunjin a sheer thrill. he moaned loudly when you gagged after his tip hit your throat, the inside of your mouth moving in an attempt to get him out of you.

the saliva was gathering inside but you couldn't swallow them normally, so you didn't bother. you pulled away slowly and moved back in, letting his dick meet the entrance of your throat with each agonizingly slow bob of your head. and he could feel your mouth getting wetter and wetter by the second, your saliva gathering at your lips and threatening to drip out.

"shit, ahh, keep going," he muttered, tugging at your hair before letting go.

fuck, he was getting close. you were adjusting to the feeling and have started to move faster along his cock, the full, sucking sound mixing in with your wet slurps a symphony to his ears.

feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, his thighs flexing as they wobbled slightly, hyunjin's hand flew to your head and he pushed you against him, making his tip touch brush against your throat again. you whined at the sudden force, your eyes widening as your hands curled into fists at your lap.

hyunjin's moan spluttered out of his mouth, his gaze hardened as he felt his high coming up. before he could release, he pulled out of your mouth and pumped himself a few times. his cum sprouted out of his tip, landing messily on your face and melting in with your drool.

you were startled at the sight, your eyes closing at the substance that touched your face. when you opened your eyes again, hyunjin was already pulling you up by your arm and pulling you to the side where the shower was.

"good girl, turn on the water and i'll join you in a second," he said.

you did as he told, stepping into the cold tiles and immediately turning the showerhead on. the hot water took a while to come out, and when they did you gathered them up in your hands and splashed your face with it.

hyunjin appeared from behind, soundless as a ghost, and you gasped when he wrapped his hand around your waist to bring you back against his chest. oh, he took his clothes off, understandably. you were just surprised since it was always you who got fully naked the last two times.

"hey..." you greeted timidly, turning around to face him.

hyunjin smiled faintly, his eyes trailing past your features and your skin. ahh, he knew it. you looked just as ethereal with steamy droplets rolling down your shoulders, like a goddess coming straight out of the holy pond.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you look?" he impulsively asked, his hand roaming to your back and trailing up your spine.

you panicked with a shake of your head, the compliment was so unexpected and hard to believe that the only thing you could say was, "what, no, no! you're beautiful, you're so pretty!"

he paused, frozen up. his heart pumped against his chest, threatening to tear open his ribcage so it could land closer to you. the way you complimented him, not in the least seductive, just purely out of sincerity. it wasn't to spice up the mood or to gain something in return, you just wanted to tell him he's pretty.

and it was so endearing, hyunjin couldn't think of anything else. he just blanked out. and he couldn't find it for the life of him how you managed to make him fall for you just like this.

"hyunjin? are you okay–mmm," you cut off with your eyes shut tightly when he captured your lips.

he was rougher than usual, his lips moving quickly against yours as he pushed your back up against the wall. the water splashed over his head, making it stick to the back of his neck, and his body was warm all over from the heat.

you sighed against his mouth, melting into his embrace as your hands went up to his neck so you could wrap your arms around him. a gasp left your lips when you felt his member poking at your inner thigh, and you pulled away with a slight whine.

"hyunjin," you called, opening your eyes to see his droplet filled face. your eyes could barely open with the shower head pouring water at your face, but even then you could make out his divine features. "hyunjin, i need you, please."

"you need me?" he whispered, his breath hitching in his throat.

you looked at him, your lashes fluttering as you glanced down at his lips before you kissed him once, sweetly. when you pulled away, you nodded. "yeah, i need you."

something tells him it doesn't only apply to sexual pleasure. he hoped he was right.

"jump," he instructed then, his hands going down to grip your thighs. pushing you up against the wall, the water dripping down your chest now and your head just before the waterfall, he positioned himself at your entrance.

you back arched off the wall, your head rolling up as you whimpered at the stretch. he slowly pushed himself in, stopping when he was in at the hilt so you could adjust to his size. and when you hit the back of his neck a few times to urge him to move, he finally started to roll his hips against yours.

fuck, this was heavenly. there was something about the water, the additional wetness that made this feel all the better. the pitter-patter of the water a prickly sensation aside from the way he moved against your walls.

he was kissing you everywhere his lips could land. messily, longingly, desperately—his lips trailed all over your jaw, your collarbones, your shoulders, and your chest. and you clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as he relentlessly thrust into your incredibly tight cunt.

"oh fuck–hyunjin! ahh–" you moved closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist when his tip brushed against your sweet spot. "shit, yes!"

"mmhm, good girl, keep saying my name," he grunted.

he pinned your back against the wall, using that as leverage so he could roam a hand around your body, the other at your hip to hold up your body. he breathed out a sigh when his hand reached your abdomen, feeling his shape fainting bulging at your tummy.

ugh, you're so small! such a delicate little thing, he was tearing you apart so easily. if only you were sane enough to notice how you were acting from the way he pounded into you, you could have heard yourself pleading and begging for more, you could have sensed yourself hopelessly bucking your hips forward for more.

you could feel your high approaching, your moans gradually tuning louder and more rapid the more he slammed at your g-spot. but before you could start trembling into cloud nine, a loud knock sounded at the door and you turned over with eyes wide in alert.

hyunjin slowed down and turned off the showerhead, his brows furrowing in annoyance at the intrusion.

"hey, baby girl? are you okay in there?"

your jaw dropped. why is your father home? you turned to hyunjin, your fingers tightening around his shoulders as you eyed him to shut up before looking back towards the direction of his voice.

"hey dad! i'm fine, just dropped the soap! please leave!" you yelled out, your face starting to flush when hyunjin decided to slowly ride into you anyways. you glared at him, and he only shrugged.

"okay, be careful!" your father said from outside the door. "your mom's department manager invited us to have dinner with the crew today so we won't be home until late tonight, alright?"

"ye–yeah!" you squealed at a particularly harsh thrust as if hyunjin was calculating the moment you'd speak and just waiting for the time to mess you up.

"i put money on the table for you, just get some takeout and be good at home, okay?"

"i'll be fine! see yo–ahh!" you clamped a hand over your mouth, your eyes widening as you blushed at the sound hyunjin just pushed out of you.

"are you sure you're okay, baby girl?"

hyunjin smirked, enjoying this moment way too much. "oh, sir, your baby girl is doing more than okay," he hummed out, his hips bucking into yours continuously. "aren't you, hmm? tell him you're doing great, doll."

your chest panted as you looked weakly at him, then you turned your head so you could give a quick response. "fine! just go, i'm–taking a shower!"

you waited a few moments after your father left the door, calculating the time needed for him to head back outside and leave the front door.

hyunjin raised a brow, sighing slightly at your worried expression. "he left, i can hear the door click."

you exhaled in relief before lightly hitting him across the chest, a pout permanent on your face. "what was that? my dad could have heard me!"

"aww, aren't you a good little girl?" he laughed as he slowly dropped you to the ground.

you looked him, confused and feeling empty at the loss of his girth. hyunjin smiled at you, then he suddenly opened the shower curtains, revealing the glass mirrors on the other side of the small bathroom, he quickly reached back for you and slipped himself into you from behind.

you watched your jaw drop, a pornographic moan flying out of your lips when he threw his sanity to the wind and started to thrust up against you. your breasts bounced with each movement and your legs trembled at the slams, his hand having to hold you up by the waist.

"look at yourself, baby doll. look at how much you're loving my cock," hyunjin hummed at your ear, his hand gripping your jaw and yanking your head down to look at the mirror. he was smiling sinisterly, his eyes a blaze of redness. "daddy's little girl isn't so naive anymore."

"fuck–hyunjin, i have to–i'm gonna come," you exclaimed, your back arching more with each thrust, feeling your sensitive spot being punched repeatedly. and your face, your fucked out face—why did you find this appealing?

"please–hyunjin, ahh!"

"mmhm." he grinned lowly, his lips pressed against your neck before they trailed up to your ear to whisper out a command. "cum, cum around daddy, baby girl."

your moan came out high-pitched and squeaky when you started dripping all over him, his words infiltrating your mind like a disease and spreading an unfamiliar bliss all over you. you were still drowned in the fading feeling when hyunjin took the chance to speed up his pace, his head buried at the crook of your neck until a strong groan left his lips.

he pulled out of your weak body, the white liquid oozing out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.

looking at you, he smiled a little at your dazed expression. it looked like you were somewhat in deep thought, and he had an idea what it was about.

he planted kisses along your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down then, his hand gently rubbing at your tummy and patting against it.

"are you okay?" he asked softly, looking at you.

you snapped out of your thoughts then, the lights returning to your eyes as you processed his words. you nodded with a small smile. "yeah, yeah i am. just... surprised."

he giggled, turning you around so he could hug your warm body to him better. he turned the showerhead back on afterward and took it off the hook so he could carefully rain the water down on your body.

"found out you quite liked being called baby girl?" he asked, kissing your lashes.

you laughed. "i've always liked that. i just didn't know it would be... i didn't know i'd like it in that context as well."

"well," hyunjin started, shrugging, "you discovered something today!"

"i did, crazy," you said to yourself before looking up at him. "thank you, it was really nice today... and i hope you’re not too upset with me now...”

he could only smile down at you, watching your face with eyes so tender. if he spoke, the endearment piling up in his chest might overflow his words. but if him cleaning you up right now isn't any indication that he has very special feelings for you, he wasn't sure what is.

there was a hammering at the back of his head, and he ignored it so he could continue rubbing the shampoo over your body.

coconut, mixed in with your natural, loving scent—if he has a home then it'd smell like that, and he wouldn't want to go anywhere else.

#skz smut #skz dark hours #stray kids dark hours #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut

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fandom-junkie2020 · 4 years

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Unbreakable

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary- Y/N, sister of Cedric Diggory, once hated Draco Malfoy with a burning passion. Well, that changed and when tragedy strikes the Diggory family, Draco is there to comfort her.

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Hogwarts had always been a dream come true. Every day was filled with magic, friendship, and best of all conflict. It was never a dull year at Hogwarts, which meant that some catastrophic event had to occur. Although nothing damaging had happened so far, there was still one thing that made this year different than most.

The Triwizard Tournament.

Y/N sat at her house table, the Slytherin table. Being in Slytherin was something to be proud of--being in any of the houses was something to be proud of--yet most looked down upon Slytherins because of the stereotype that came with the house. The pure hatred that most had for the Slytherins made it difficult for those who were in the house to make friends beyond their group.

Not one had expected Y/N to be in the Slytherin house. It wasn't because of her unusually bubbly attitude or her determination. It was because of her brother.

Cedric Diggory.

Cedric was a year older than Y/N and belonged to the Hufflepuff house. Everyone, including the Diggory family, had expected Y/N to follow in Cedric's footsteps. However, she unexpectedly was chosen to be in the Slytherin house. Even though her family was disappointed by this outcome, they supported her nonetheless. Making friends was more difficult than earning her family acceptance.

At the start of the year Y/N was subject to bullying. She stood by her brother's side and often chatted amongst his friends instead of trying to make her own. This worked out nicely for a while, but like any older sibling would, Cedric got annoyed. Why did she have to always hang out with his friends? She was in first year for God sake, making her old enough to find her own friends. She didn't need to latch onto his life just so she didn't feel lonely.

Although this was somewhat harsh thinking on Cedric's part, this benefitted Y/N.

The astronomy tower was dark. The moon was shining and there was a light drizzle outside. The air nipped at Y/N skin as she sat against the cool metal floor. She sat there with her knees tugged toward her chest. Her hands clung together, desperate to hold onto something. Tears slowly streaming down her face.

Her brother had turned her away. Her only friend, the one person that is supposed to be there for her, told her to leave. She didn't know where else to go. She didn't want to go back to her dorm. The other girls continually picked on her, stole her robes, and even poured water on her bed so she couldn't sleep in it. She could head back to the common room, however that might be worse then the dorms. Most likely, the Slytherin prince himself, would be sitting in one of the armchairs, his goons close by to defend him. If she went to the common room she would be subjecting herself to an even worse fate than that of the girls dorms.

Malfoy was always good at tormenting every student he deemed necessary. Y/N was someone that Malfoy deemed inferior, worthy of torment. Although their paths had barley crossed, the boy still decided to pick on the poor girl. She was an easy target. He got all the information he needed from the gossip smothering the school halls. Anything he didn't know, or needed to know, could be easily at his fingertips with one order to Crabbe and Goyle.

Going to the common room wasn't an option.

Going to the dorms wasn't an option.

Going to her brother wasn't an option.

Going to the astronomy tower, however, was an option.

She had been sitting there for quite some time. Alone, wondering if her time at Hogwarts would get any better. How could it? Everyday she was tormented. How could the life she was living possibly get any better? Life always disappoints doesn't it? Everyone says life is going to get better. That one day, you won't be sad anymore. How can that be? There are always going to be people who want to destroy you, to rip apart your happiness.

"It sucks here," Y/N said to the stars. The stars, of course, remained silent.

"Yeah for you."

Y/N whipped her head toward the stairs that entered the astronomy tower.

There appeared the Slytherin prince. He stood at the entrance and leaned up against the railing of the stairs. His arms crossed and his eyebrows were tilted downward, forming a frown. Y/N looked and took in Malfoy's appearance. He was in his night clothes--not the ones provided by the school of course. These looked to be of a soft material and the stitching was done tightly and neatly. On his left breast was an embroidered Malfoy family crest. The details were delicate and precise.

"Easy for you to say, Malfoy," Y/N sneered. Normally she wouldn't dare to speak to Prince Draco in such a negative tone, for this would cause her to be in more trouble then she normally was in. But tonight, exceptions were made.

Malfoy scoffed, "Well maybe if you weren't such a baby about everything then you'd actually understand the importance of the Slytherin house and embrace who you were meant to be, a Slytherin. Then--and only then--will you actually have some here at Hogwarts."

As Y/N sat, looking over at Malfoy, she pondered why she didn't stand up for herself. Cedric always stood up for her no problem. Why did she have such a hard time with it? What does she have to lose?

She rose from her seated position, took a few steps towards Malfoy, clenched her fists, and spoke.

"Well, Malfoy, if you weren't such an outright wanker then I wouldn't be alienated by my own house!" Y/N yelled.

Malfoy thought tactically about his text words. He paused, looked Y/N up and down and said, "If you weren't such a disappointment to Slytherin then maybe I wouldn't have to be a twat all the time."

Much time had passed since that awful night and Draco had gotten over his irrational bullying. Now things were much different. As the years progressed so did Y/N and Draco's relationship. Instead of being enemies, the two had grown closer than anyone had ever imagined. No one expected Y/N Diggory, sister of Cedric Diggory, to start dating Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince. Even though the two had become good friends before they started their relationship, no one could understand why a Malfoy would date a Diggory. The two of them were good at ignoring everyone else because at the end of the day all the pair cared about was

However, after the start of the Triwizard Tournament, there was more attention on the couple than there ever had before--Rita Skeeter was a lovely help with that. Cedric was consumed in the “celebrity life.” He was being showered with attention from dozens of girls from multiple different houses. His friends were the epitome of the name “Chad.” Altogether, Cedric time was being consumed with studying for the torment and trying to catch the perfect date for the Yule Ball that was scheduled for the winter time. Since Cedric was dragged into the spotlight, his sister was as well. The usual great hall buzz shifted from that evening's outlandish happenings to Y/N and her relationship with Draco.

“Such things are unnatural. No Slytherin should be seen with the like of a--a Diggory.”

“I can’t believe that he chose her. Did you see what she was wearing last week.”

“Diggory and Malfoy? Ugh that whole relationship is disgusting. At least they’re both pure bloods right?

“He’s gorgeous. Maybe slippin’ him a love potion or two will make him forget about Miss Y/N Diggory.”

To say that their comments were rude would be an understatement. Despite the harsh tone fluttering about the Great Hall, Draco and Y/N were able to discount the murmurings. They would sit quietly chatting with each other while Crabbe and Goyle sat across from them, engulfing their time with the freshly baked pastries. While those around them would be projecting hate onto their relationship, they would be avowing their love for one another.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so pretty.”

“You’re amazingly smart.”

“You are everything I’ve always wanted.”

“You are worth everything in my life and more.”

While the two were together, everyone around them disappeared. No one else mattered. It was them and only them. They could spend hours defying the expectations of their fellow classmates. While they were together, nothing could touch them. They were unbreakable.

The final task, the most important task out of the three. The area was filled with hundreds of students, staff, and family members of those who were entered in the tournament. There were dozens of flags representing that of whom the individual wanted to win. Trumpet blasted its music through the area as the crowd cheered for the entering contestants.

Out of a doorway, hidden beneath the audience, appeared Cedric, Fleur, Victor, and finally Harry. Cedric, accompanied by his father, looked into the stands in search for his sister. They had been growing apart in recent years, however, he wanted to know that she was there. That she cared. His eyes weaved through the Slytherin crowd. The search didn’t last very long. All he needed to do was find the boy with the platinum blonde hair. His sister, Cedric knew, would be right next to the boy.

Once he locked eyes on his sister, he smiled and waved. For half a second Cedric would have sworn that she wasn’t going to wave back. Then he saw his sister’s eyes light up. She stretched her arm high up into the air and shook her arm back and forth. Her smile stretched from ear to ear. Then she turned to Draco, excitement flooding her expression. They exchanged a few sentences with each other before she turned back to continue waving at her brother.

In that moment, hope filled Cedric’s heart. Maybe--just maybe--he could mend the relationship he broke long ago. Maybe he could talk to her and tell her how much he loved her. Maybe they could forget the countless arguments between them. Then Cedric began to wonder if his sister had meant to react with such excitement. Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly. She was obviously having her fun with Draco. Surely she didn’t mean to acknowledge him with such energy.

Regardless, I’ll talk with her later, he thought.

Y/N sat next to Draco, her hand intertwined with his. Fleur and Victor had already been illuminated from the tournament. Surely, Cedric and Harry would be done soon?

“I’m worried,” Y/N looked towards Draco.

He looked back at her, his eyes crinkling downwards, “Why?”

“Well,” Y/N paused as she gazed at the center of the arena, “they should be back by now. The task couldn’t take that long.”

Draco rubbed his thumb along the top of Y/N’s hand, “Probably working extra hard to ensure Potter doesn’t win the cup.”

Y/N let out a puff of air, “Ya you’re probably right.”

Just then, out of thin air, Harry and Cedric appear in the center of the arena. The crowd cheers, the trumpets let out load notes of upbeat, champion music, and everyone stands. Including Y/N and Draco. At first she cheers, glad that her brother made it out of the maze with the cup, even though he and Harry were together. Then she looks closer (as close as she can from the distance she’s at). Harry lays on top of Cedric, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. Cedric, positioned on his back was unmoving.

“Draco,” she reached over to her boyfriend who, like the others, was immersed in cheering.

He glanced over at her, continued to clap, and asked, “What?”

“Draco.”

Then someone let out a strangled cry.

Dumbledore ran towards Harry, pulling him away from Cedric.

“No! No!” Harry cried as he continued to latch onto Cedric’s body.

Everything stopped.

The music.

The cheering.

Everything.

“Draco,” Y/N whispered, her eyes grew watery. Cedric hadn’t moved from his supine position.

Y/N like many of the professors pushed past the crowd of people, attempting to reach her brother. A hand grabbed hers but she yanked it out of the grasp that was trying to keep her from moving forwards. She reached the bottom of the stairs.

“He’s back! He’s back! Voldemort’s back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back! I couldn’t leave him, not there!” Harry yelled frantically as Dumbledore attempted to console the distressed boy.

Y/N paused, listening to what Harry said. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look, saw Draco, and continued walking forward. Her feet carried her faster the closer she got. Everything moved in slow motion. The sounds around her were barely audible. She could only focus on her brother laying in the grass, lifeless.

She reached Cedric’s body just as Harry was being pulled away. She kneeled down, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Ced--Cedric,” she said forcefully.

This must have been another one of his stupid pranks. He was no Fred or George but he loved to pull a quick joke on his sister, no matter how cruel.

“Cedric, this isn’t a joke, come on,” she insisted. She shook his shoulder.

Nothing.

She shook harder.

Nothing.

“Y/N,” a voice behind her said softly, “Y/N.”

She turned around slightly, her eyes still trained on her brother.

“Y/N,” a hand was placed on her shoulder. She whipped her head around, her watery eyes overflowing. Draco stood above her. His blonde hair glistened against the light from the torches. His eyes were filled with sadness. He knelt down, grabbed the hand that she had placed on her brother's shoulder, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Y/N, come on, we should go.”

She looked at her brother then back to her boyfriend, “But, Draco, he--we can’t leave him here, Draco. He--he--I need him--we have to--” Draco looked sadly at his girlfriend as her voice began to crack. The tears that were streaming down her face were getting heavier.

“Come on, love. Let’s go somewhere else, ya?” he suggested, voice slow and carefully punctuated, almost as if he were talking to a child.

He carefully grabbed her upper arms, lifted her from her knelt position, and engulfed her in a hug. Her arms quickly found themselves around his waist, her head tucked downwards in his shoulder. The tears seemed to be forever flowing as they soaked into Draco’s robes.

“Let me through--that’s my son! That’s my boy! My boy!” Y/N’s father’s agonizing screams burst through the crowd as he too pushed through the sea of people. He reached his son, sobbing as he kneeled down. His screams penetrated the ears of everyone in the arena.

Y/N moved her arms from around Draco and placed her hands over her ears, eyes shut tight. Draco squeezed her shoulder with one arm and raised his other hand to cradle the back of Y/N’s head. Her sobs, much like her fathers, were cut off by harsh breaths.

“He’s dead, Draco. He’s dead,” she whispered continually into Draco’s chest.

Draco pulled away momentarily, cupped Y/N’s cheeks, and brought his forehead to hers.

“It’s going to be okay, love. I promise.”

One thing was for sure, she was broken,

but they were unbreakable.

#draco #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #draco x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #cedric diggory #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader

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mearcatsreturns · 3 years

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15 for Abby/Luka

For reasons ;)

Under a cut because it's long.

July 2003

To: Luka Kovac <“[email protected]”>

From: Abby Lockhart <“[email protected]”>

Subject: I’m drowning and praying ghosts are real

Dear Luka,

Something about knowing that I’ll never talk to you again is just unbearable. I’ll never laugh at your malapropisms, look into your beautiful eyes, feel your strong hands holding mine, or make love to you again. There won’t be any more jokes about jam and cheese on toast, or you teasing me for my weak but constant supply of coffee. I’ll never hear your amazing, deranged laughter after you prank someone again. No more of your hugs—which are somehow the best hugs in the world. Because you’re gone.

It’s been three days since we got the call telling us you died thousands of miles from home, whether that’s here in Chicago or in Croatia. I didn’t know your dad’s name, Luka. We needed to call him, and I didn’t know. How did I not know? And now I can’t. I mean, L’Alliance told us his name, but the fact that I’ll never learn pieces of your history, of the wonderful man you are, FROM you...how am I supposed to go on and live my life?

For years, I’ve thought medicine was my great thwarted love. I’ve wanted to be a doctor for so long, and I thought I was bitter about having to let go of that dream. Now I wonder. I let obstacles get in the way of pursuing medicine, and it’s made me...well, it’s part of why I was so unhappy. But that makes me think about how I also let obstacles get in the way of us. I was happy with you, you know, until I let fear and my mother and Carter get in the way. God, I wish I could do that over again. We could have had everything, and if I hadn’t gotten in my own way, I’d be happy. I think maybe I could have made you happy, too.

It’s funny. I knew things with Carter weren’t working, and he implied you were part of it. I said it wasn’t, but then five minutes later, I found out you were—are—dead. And I realized you were the reason, or one of the big ones. As soon as Chuny told me, I knew I loved you and had loved you for years. Yeah. Great timing, isn’t it? I keep thinking that maybe I could have kept you from going if I had known or if I had told you. I didn’t want you to go when I thought you were my very attractive friend and ex that I still was fond of. Knowing that I love you—how do I move past that? Knowing that I lost you, first to my stupidity and then to death?

I just...I miss you, and I don’t when I’ll stop, or how to. Susan caught me crying on my last shift, and I didn’t even know what to say. I feel like I’ve been crying or standing still, brittle and stuck in time, since I heard the news. I can’t, Luka. I know I have to keep on moving, and I thought maybe writing you would help. I know you’ll never see this, never have a chance to respond. But the idea that some fragments of your soul linger and can maybe sense...I don’t know. That I’m writing? What I’m feeling? Jesus, this is crazy.

All my love,

Abby

Abby angrily swipes the tears from her eyes. God, what’s the point of writing this? He’ll never see hsi email or her again. Just...without Luka, how can the world be anything but grim and sad and pointless?

She laughs mirthlessly. Maybe it doesn’t matter. No, she knows it doesn’t. Because Abby knows the futility of it, aches with the meaninglessness, she presses send without another thought.

&&&

Three days after that, a miracle occurs. Luka, the Lazarus of this new millennium, comes back from the dead. He’s never been dead, and maybe, Abby thinks, there’s a God above after all. So many people wish for this exact boon, and she—they, the world—gets it. Some higher power believes this planet is a better place with Luka Kovac in it, and Abby is ecstatic.

Until she remembers the email and that they can’t be unsent.

It’s fine. She’ll be fine. Luka is coming back, apparently with a French nurse. Maybe he’ll just delete it without reading it. Maybe it didn’t go through—how does email work for the dead, and how quickly is all that processed?

Abby shakes her head. It doesn’t matter; Luka is alive and returning to them. She can handle a little awkwardness in the face of the sheer joy of knowing the world is a brighter, kinder place. He’s coming back, and that’s what’s important.

&&&

August 2003

It takes Luka almost a week after returning to Chicago to convince Kerry and the other staff to let him go back to his apartment. Even so, they only agree when Gillian assures them she’ll see to his every need.

Abby winces when she hears that, and it makes something flutter in Luka’s chest. Which probably isn’t good for his malaria, but the hope...that is.

It’s another two days of lying in bed before he has the energy to ask Gillian to bring him his laptop. At this point, it’s been months since he’s checked his email, and Luka grimaces at the undoubtedly horrible state of his inbox. He briefly considers never checking again and just getting a new one, but he knows his father struggled to add him to his contacts once already. To expect it of him again would be absurd.

With a sigh, Luka opens his email. It’s just as bad as he feared. He snorts at the myriad messages about Viagra, Nigerian princes, and Russian brides, deleting them without thought. He saves a couple from his dad. He slowly whittles down his inbox, but he freezes when he gets to one email in particular, sent about a month ago.

It’s from Abby, during the time everyone thought he was dead.

Luka considers calling and asking her if someone hacked her email or is sending spam from her account, but the subject line...it looks real. And Abby’s been odd around him lately, seeming both deliriously happy to see him and awkwardly nervous.

His heart pounds, and he clicks to open it. If this is a spammer, they’re probably about to get whatever they want.

&&&

Abby pours herself another coffee, internally swearing as she prepares for the last two hours of her shift. Deciding to go back to school is great; having to coordinate all the details is less thrilling and leaves her tired and cranky.

Frank ducks his head into the lounge, beady eyes narrowing on her. “Hey, Abby. The Croat is on the phone for you. Line 2. Try to get back out there as fast as you can, Weaver’s yelling at the med students about IVs.”

“Okay, Frank,” Abby says, though she flushes and her palms start to sweat. It’s fine. She can always hide the panic and butterflies in her stomach with sarcasm. It has yet to fail her.

Frank gives her one last suspicious look, then nods and heads back to Admit.

Abby takes a deep breath, then picks up the phone. “Hey, Luka?”

“It’s me. Glad I could reach you. How are you?” He sounds...ugh. So good. And eager and happy, and her heart could leap right out of her chest.

“Doing all right. I just have a couple hours left on this shift, and it hasn’t been too awful today. Only one MVA. How about you? You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Recovering. Listen, did you want to come over for dinner?”

“Please tell me you’re not trying to cook.”

“What? I’m a good cook, even if you don’t appreciate wonderful, traditional Croatian dishes,” he says with a chuckle.

“Luka, you just got out of the hospital five days ago. You still need to be resting.”

“Abby, don’t worry so much. I was just kidding. I have some sandwiches from Manny’s, and Anna sent me home with lots of matzo ball soup too.”

Abby bites her lip. Of course she wants to go. But the prospect of spending the evening with Gillian cooing over Luka, knowing that she shares a bed with him, is decidedly less appealing. And there’s the email she sent, which Luka hasn’t acknowledged. He might well have deleted it, or he’s giving her a gracious out.

Her conscience twinges as soon as she thinks about bailing, though. Didn’t she promise herself she wouldn’t take life for granted anymore? She’ll go back to med school, she’ll have dinner with Luka when he asks.

“Abby?”

She starts, realizing she needs to respond. “Yeah, sorry. Yeah, I can do that. I can be there an hour after my shift, if that’s okay.”

“Sounds great. Looking forward to seeing you.”

“Me too.” He has no idea how much, even if she wishes she knew for sure that he’d deleted the email.

&&&

Abby rings Luka’s doorbell three and a half hours later. She’d meant to come straight from work, but after a patient vomited on her, she decided to head home, shower, and splurge on a taxi to Luka’s. The poor man is recovering from being deathly ill and doesn’t need County’s fumes making things worse.

There’s the sound of the deadbolt sliding, and Luka answers the door, grinning happily at her. “Good, you made it! Come on in!”

“I did. Sorry it took me longer than expected.” Abby steps into his apartment, looking around. It’s been such a long time since she’s been here, and she notes the subtle changes in the art and decor.

“No worries. I know how it goes.” He places a hand at the small of her back, guiding her inside.

Abby stiffens for a second at how his touch burns even through the layers of her shirt and light jacket, but she relaxes, enjoying the feel while she waits for Gillian to appear and end the fleeting joy.

Luka is unfazed. “Now, of course we can just eat the sandwiches, but if you want to heat up the matzo ball soup, you can. Since you don’t want me standing,” he says with a wink.

Abby smiles back, shaking her head. “Oh, I see how it is. Make the woman who worked all day do more household work when she gets ho—wait, where’s Gillian? Isn’t she supposed to be taking care of you?”

“She’s not here,” he says simply.

Going to the fridge and taking out the containers of soup, Abby places them in the microwave. Is Gillian out for the evening, or is she gone gone? “Shouldn’t you be with her? Or her here with you, whatever.”

Luka is quiet for a long minute, and Abby wonders if he intends to answer. Finally, he breaks the silence. “I asked her to leave.”

Abby’s pulse speeds up. “What? Why?”

Luka takes a deep breath, clearly ready to respond, and—

The microwave dings, and they both jump. Exchanging a sheepish look, they laugh.

“Look, let’s get some food, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Abby dishes up their soup and sandwiches, preparing trays so they can sit on the couch. Luka turns on the television, and Abby’s heart rate comes back under control. They sit together in companionable silence while they eat and watch Thom and Jai and the rest of the Fab 5 whip some hapless lawyer’s life into order. When they finish their meal, Abby cleans up, taking the trays back to the kitchen.

She heads back to the couch at the opposite end from Luka, not daring to get closer when she really has no idea what’s going on.

Luka clears his throat and mutes the TV. “So, yeah. I asked Gillian to leave.”

“Oh. So, um, did you break up?”

“She was never my girlfriend, really. She has a boyfriend back in Montreal, they just…” Luka shrugs and runs a hand through his hair.

Abby is more lost than ever. “Ah.”

Taking a deep breath, Luka continues, finally looking over at her. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful she helped me get here and took care of me, but we were never serious.”

Something starts to tug at Abby’s heart, squeezing and twisting and kicking to get free. Is it...hope? “Well, I’m glad she got you here safe, but you should have someone staying with you while you recover, Luka. Malaria is dangerous.”

He gives her a look. “I know how dangerous malaria is. I’m getting better. And besides, it wouldn’t have been fair for me to ask her to stay when things are over because I’m in love with someone else.”

Her heart leaps into her throat. “Someone else?” she squeaks.

Luka nods, swallowing. “Yeah. And I have a reason to think she might be in love with me too.” He slides over to her side of the couch, reaching for her hand.

Abby meets his eyes—those beautiful green eyes that are the best color in the world—and squeezes his hand, incapable of words. Does he mean…?

With his other hand, Luka reaches up and cups her cheek, running his thumb along the subtle arch of her cheekbone. “Abby, if you’ve changed your mind since you sent that email, please tell me to shut up.”

That stupid, ridiculous email might be the best thing she’s ever done in her life. She leans into his hand, licking her lips as she shakes her head slightly. “I haven’t changed my mind. I didn’t mean for you to see it and hoped I could learn how to hack computers and delete it but—”

Luka cuts her off. “I would never forgive you if you managed to delete it. You wouldn’t believe how much faster I healed after that.”

Abby leans forward, sliding into Luka’s waiting arms. “Then maybe I’ll write you some more emails.”

“Emails aren’t what I want right now,” Luka says.

Funny, Abby doesn’t either. Then his lips brush hers, and all her worries and fears fade away. She knows she has to tell him about med school and he needs to finish recuperating, but when Luka deepens their kiss and pulls her closer, Abby ceases to think at all.

She has Luka back, and now they have each other again.

#er #nbc er #er ff #luby #luby ff #abby lockhart #luka kovac #<3 #my fanfic

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happylady215 · 3 years

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Have I fallen in love with him...?

Mitsuhide x Reader

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(English is not my first language. So, I'm sorry if there's any bad grammars 😅😅)

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(Reader POV)

Spring has come. Many beautiful flowers were blooming. Spring is the most beautiful season. Besides enjoying the beauty of flowers, spring is the season where you meet the people you miss or your true love.

…. At least, that’s what I heard from people around here. I was in the middle of preparing to open my teahouse. I have a teahouse located in Azuchi. My shop is not always crowded, but, many people like the food here. This teahouse is the last legacy of my parents. My parents… they died 3 years ago, and it makes me a little lonely everytime I remember them.

While waiting for customers to come, I drink a cup of hot tea. “I’m bored…” The spring wind blew and hit my face. It feels really nice. I closed my eyes, remembering something. “Speaking of spring, it always make me to remember that person…” Yes, spring is the first time where I met that person, my only childhood friend that I missed a lot. “I really want to see him again…”

(Around 10 years ago)

I was playing in a meadow full of flowers. At that time, I found a very large cherry blossoms tree. “It’s so big..!” I thought, while staring at it in amazement. My feet move automatically into that direction. “I wonder how old the tree is?” “I don’t know, maybe almost a hundred years old?” I hear someone answered my question. I was startled and immediately turned my body.

There was a boy who seemed 2-3 years older than me. His eyes were golden, he has silver hair and long lashes. Where did he come from? I’ve never seen him at all. Ah, he actually handsome too, but, why does his smile looks sly like… a fox?

“So you see me as a fox, huh?” he grin.

Wha-?! How did he know what I was thinking about?!

“Are you surprised because I know what were you thinking?”

AGAIN?????

“H-hey, how did you know what I was thinking?” I asked him.

“Because I’m ‘Satori’, a mhytical creature who can reads people minds. But don’t worry, I won’t eat you.”

Is he being serious? Or just joking? I can’t tell. He just keep smiling.

“Don’t lie to me, there’s no way you’re a monster or anything.”

“Oho? I thought you will get scared with this kind of thing, little mouse.”

“As if! I won’t get scared by that! And, ‘little mouse'?? Did you see me as a little mouse?”

“Didn’t you see me as a ‘fox’ too, earlier?”

Damn, he’s right. I tried to search another topic to change the subject.

“Hey, where are you from? I’ve never seen you. And, are you a noble? Your clothes looks expensive.”

That boy paused for a moment.

“I’m just a merchant son. And yes, I’m not from here, I came here to visit my distant relatives. But sorry, I can’t tell you where I come from.”

“Oh, I see”

“Then, what’s you’re name?”

“Hmmm? Why do you want to know my name, little mouse?”

“You don’t want to be called ‘fox’ forever by me,right? And I don’t want to be called ‘little mouse’ by you either.”

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first before asking other people names?”

Ughhh..! how long will he tease me like this?! How annoying!

“My name is (y/n)… (full name). "

“My name is Mitsu, nice too meet you little mouse.”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you that I don’t want to be called ‘little mouse’? And introduce yourself properly, will you? At least, tell me your full name.”

“Hoh~? Since when I will call you by your name? And since when I will introduce myself properly?”

“OH, WHY YOU-“

Since that day, Mitsu and I always meet each other and play together. We always meet under that cherry blossoms tree. We became close friend very quickly. He always tease me until make me angry, but he actually has gentle side too. He always cheer me up every time I feel sad, he always protect me whenever someone bully me. But, one day he must return. That day, he came to me to say goodbye. I’m sad. Of course. He’s my bestfriend, how could I not sad?

“Mitsu… will you come here again…?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can we meet each other again…?” my body is a little bit trembling, trying to hold back my tears.

Mitsu noticed that, and then, he hugged me. And slowly, he gently stroked my head.

“Little mouse, I promise that someday we will meet each other again. No matter how long it is, we will meet. I will find you.”

“You’re not lying, right?” I hug Mitsu tightly.

“This time, I’m not lying.”

I can’t hold back my tears anymore. I’m crying while hugging Mitsu. Mitsu kept silent and still stroking my head. He’s gentle touch make me comfortable, it makes me feel calmer.

“Good bye, (y/n)…”

And that’s the first and last time he called my name.

(Back to present)

“Iss..? Miss..? Excuse me? Hello?”

“Huh? Ah!”

“Oh my god, are you tired? You shouldn’t have to open your teahouse if you’re exhausted, dear.” Apperantly there’s a customer who wake me from my nap.

“Oh, no. I’m perfectly fine. Do you order as usual?”

“Yup, as usual, please. I’ll sit on the bench outside, okay?”

“Okay, please wait.”

I can’t believe I fell asleep, and my customer is the one who wake me up. Gosh, this is embarrassing. Why did I dream about that again? Even though I try to forget it. ‘We will meet each other again’ he said. Hah, how funny. It’s been years and we haven’t meet again.

…….

Oh, come on! Why am I keep missing him? This longing makes me uneasy.. Can we really meet again? I’ve been waiting too long. Was it just a lie that time?

“Thank you for your visit, please come back anytime.” I bowed my head to the customer who just walked out of my teahouse.

“Excuse me.” Ah, I guess there’s another customer.

“Yes? May I help you-“ I gasped. My eyes widened staring at the person in front of me in disbelief. Otherwise, that person also looked at me with a look of disbelief.

“M-Mitsu…?”

“Little mouse…? Why... Are you here...?”

Yes, there’s no mistaking it. This person is Mitsu, my childhood friend that I missed a lot since that day. I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I immediately run to him and hug him tightly and can’t hold back my tears once again. Finally… finally, we meet again..! I’m so happy.

“Little mouse, we should go inside first.”

I think my eyes a little bit swollen, it hurts a little. Fortunately, today only a few customers came here. I’m glad they didn’t have to my ugly appearance, now. “Little mouse, how did you ended up here? Aren’t you not from Azuchi? I tought you live in another village a little bit far from Azuchi?” Mitsu ask me while comforting me. His voice sound very gentle. “This teahouse is mine, Mitsu. Our family decide to move to Azuchi, not long after you return to your home. I think it’s 3 months after that.” “Oh, I see… so that’s why I can’t find you..” he mumble. “Did you said something, Mitsu?” “Ah, no. it’s nothing.”

And after that, he explained everything. That time he can't tell his real name because he actually on a secret mission with his father. His real name is Mitsuhide, Akechi Mitsuhide. Oda Nobunaga’s left-hand man that called as ‘Silver Kitsune’, many bad rumours surrounded him. I can’t believe that the ‘Silver Kitsune’ is my childhood friend!?

“How about your family? Are they healthy as usual?”

“Ah, about them… they died 3 years ago because of illness.”

“…. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. By the way, why did you keep calling me ‘little mouse’? Did you forget that I don’t like being called that??”

“Hooh… You hate it? I thought it’s cute, though.” Finally he smile again.

“Geez, it’s not cute!”

“I’ll call you whatever I want and you can’t deny it.”

He’s teasing me again.

Since then, Mitsu always came to my teahouse when he wasn’t too busy. We chat and spend time just like when we were kids. Oh, how miss am I to feel this atmosphere.

“Mitsu- ah, no. I mean, Mitsuhide.” I still not used to call him by his real name.

“You can call me ‘Mistu’ like you always do. I don’t mind at all.”

“Oh, okay. Mitsu?”

“Yes?”

“Are you aware that you have been called ‘Silver Kitsune’? Did you know that there’s many bad rumours surrounded you?”

“Of course I’m aware, little mouse. Because I’m the one who spread those rumours.” He answerd it calmly. He seems very calm I must say.

“What..?! Why did you do that?”

“It’s just part of my job as Lord Nobunaga’s left-hand man, you don’t need to know the details.”

“… still… Don’t you ever feel angry or qualmish by those rumours?”

“What do you mean?”

“People said you have intimidating and cold gaze that makes people scared of you, no ones know what you think, people called you ‘Kitsune’ or ‘Snake’ and anything. Don’t you feel angry?”

Actually I’m the one who angry to hear such rumours.

“Oho? I didn’t know that my rumours became that much. How fascinating.” He chuckle.

“Hahh… nevermind, forget it.”

“But it seems, that you angry with those rumours, little mouse?” It seems he read my mind.

“Of course, I am.”

“Oh? Please do tell the reasons.” He seems interested to hear my reasons.

“Because they’re wrong. You maybe often to tease and trick me, but you never do anything harmful to me. You always protect me. You have gentle side too, you know? You actually care about other people, but you never let anyone see that side of you. I even like it when you’re beside me, Mitsu. I love your gentle touch when you stroke my head. It makes me feel safe and comfortable. But yeah, I’m always comfortable when we’re together.” Unconsciously, I smiled when telling the reasons.

Huh? Why is he even silent? And also lowered his head instead? “Mitsu, what’s wrong?” When I was about to touch him, he slightly back away from me while covering his face. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” I feel a little bit panic because he didn’t answer me at all.

“Ha…. Haha…Hahahah….” He chuckled.

“Mitsu?”

“Oh, dear. You've never changed a bit since we’re a kid, huh? Always being a straight forward and speak what’s in your mind.”

He finally showed his face. And I’m a little bit surprised what I saw.

His cheeks were painted with blush to the tips of his ears. This is the first time I’ve seen him like this. The usual Mitsu I’ve known always looks calm and cool.

Ba-thump Ba-thump…!

Oh,god why my heart is pounding right now? I feel my cheeks become hot too.

“Little mouse.”

“Y-Yes!?” dammit, why am I become nervous suddenly??

“Why are you blushing too? Yo’re like an innocent teenager, you know?”

“Hah? Shut up, and stop smiling you-“

“But that’s why I like you since we were kids.” He take one of my hand, and lifted my chin with his other hand. “(y/n)?” this is the second time he call my name.

“Yes?” I felt my cheeks became more hot, because he brought his face closer to me.

“I like you since childhood. You are my first love, who I always miss since then. (y/n), I love you from the bottom of my heart. Will you be my life companion forever?”

“Are you teasing me right now?”

Without any warnings, he suddenly pull me closer and kiss me. He kissed me slowly and gently. It feels nice, I don’t hate it at all. Instead, I feel very happy. It feels like my heart could explode anytime.

After that he release me.

"Do you think I was teasing or lying to you, right now?” he smirk.

My heart is pounding harder right now. What is this feeling? What is this euphoria? I can’t think anything but him. Have i… Have I fallen in love with him….?”

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #akechi mitsuhide #ikesen mitsuhide #fanfic #ikesen fan fiction

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Is it possible to request part 5 of Unexpected Resistance?

😅

I look forward to reading about 2 humans dealing with their awkward (in love?) Robo companions.

It is indeed! I hope you like this, and thanks for giving me the incentive to write more!

Unexpected Resistance. (Part Five)

T-800 (The Terminator) x OC

Warnings: injury detail, blood, swearing

Context: the T-750 and T-800 come round

A/n: I'll try to update this more frequently 😅

Masterlist

Co-written by: @jawline-of-steel

As the T-750 comes back online, her body suddenly goes rigid, eyes staring directly ahead as her head snaps upright, joints locked in place. Instinctively, Kyle backs away from her, nudging Sarah behind him as he watches the terminator recalibrate, paying close attention to the slow but sure movement of each separate finger, wrists cracking as she bends them. Tense, the two humans await the return of their protector, unnerved by the systematic bodily movement she seems to be doing, her head finally rotating to scan the room, eyes unblinking and unseeing, expression totally blank.

It takes a moment, but eventually, the T-750 blinks, body relaxing again as she stands, turning to face Kyle and Sarah, head tilted to the side momentarily.

"My CPU has been successfully reprogrammed." She intones, going to the dresser, using the mirror to hide the cuts made to her scalp with her hair, before she returns to them.

"How do you know?" Sarah inquires, slight fear giving her voice an edge.

The T-750 makes eye-contact with her.

"Upon my reconnection, all new changes to my CPU were made known to me and are logged in my files. This also includes any change made to both my outward and inward form." She explains, turning her attention to the hulking form of the T-800 still prone on the bed, "The T-800 will reconnect imminently. It is vital that his CPU is recalibrated before this time."

As she says this, the T-750 swiftly relocates the nail kit from before, and moves to the space beside the superior terminator's head, remaining standing as she runs a hand through his hair. Finding what she's looking for, Kyle and Sarah can only watch as she efficiently performs the same operation on him, cutting back the relevant flap of skin and hair to expose the access plate, which she expertly picks out. In the bad lighting of the motel room, the T-800's skull shines brightly under the thick coating of blood, indents and notches collecting the stuff before the T-750 plucks the plug from the hold of the chip. With clinical efficiency, she then uses the tweezers to reach into the available crevice, pulling the CPU chip from it's safe hold.

Holding it up to the light, the cyborg locates the switch and flips it using the scissors, leaning back over the large body of the terminator before she replaces the chip and plug, moving the flap of skin back into place.

"And he won't be hostile when he comes round, will he?" Kyle asks, still shielding Sarah with his body as they watch the T-750 work.

"He will be initially. Some time elapses before encoded data can be overridden by the new input, which will induce a series of short-circuits on his database. This will likely mean he is violent towards the nearest target, which will likely be Sarah." She confirms, standing over the T-800.

"Sarah? Why Sarah?" Kyle questions, frowning, "And why aren't you attacking us?"

"Sarah was his last primary target, and there is no identification of you on his files, so his initial overrides will focus entirely on the nearest subject. I am not violent with you now because your identity is written deeply into my coded data, which cannot be overridden, a feature that the Resistance added in. It does not yet exist in the T-800."

Both humans nod, only to jerk in surprise when the cyborg on the bed suddenly snaps awake, body jack-knifing upright.

"Fuck!" Kyle curses loudly, pulling out his shotgun, aiming it at the bed, where the terminator has already recalibrated all of his joints, his head moving in a broad scan of the room.

"Put your weapon away! Any sign of hostility will register negatively and it will attack." The T-750 snaps to them, eyes fixed on the T-800.

The male terminator regains sentiency, at which point his gaze fixes unwaveringly on Sarah, a crease appearing between his piercing eyes as he stands from the bed. Terrified, Sarah hides behind Kyle, only to realise that the T-800 has not, in fact, moved closer, and is simply staring, apparently running through data on his HUD. Behind him, the T-750 stands, ready to intervene, should things turn ugly, expression blank as she watches the other cyborg calibrate himself properly, muscles slowly relaxing as he speaks.

"Changes have been made to my CPU. Why?" He states, voice deep and unaffected by the hours of disuse.

"Adjustments to suitability of life in this time period were necessary. If they were not made, termination would have been performed." The T-750 explains, holding the T-800's stare steadily as he turns to face her.

"That was not a parameter of my mission." He tells her, ignoring Kyle and Sarah now.

"Your mission is no longer ongoing, and so the parameters have changed. You are now required to exist as humans do, just as I will." She responds, observing the other cyborg closely.

"I will update my files." He acknowledges, turning to face Kyle and Sarah again.

"Jeez, we've really gotta work on how you guys talk." Sarah mutters, pressing a hand to her forehead, "Can I go get some sleep now? I'm tired as hell."

"In a minute. I think we should give these guys names, so we don't just call them T-750 or T-800 in public all the time." Kyle suggests, head tilting to the side, "What about Mark and Grace?"

Sarah shakes her head, the two terminators simply watching as the two humans decide over their names.

"No, not those. What about...Jack and Lucy?" Sarah looks at them both as well.

"No, they don't fit." Kyle chews his lip, glancing around the room for ideas, even as Sarah does the same.

After a moment, her eyes land on the cheap bible placed on the bedside table, the names clicking instantly.

"How about Adam and Eve? You know, like the first two humans on earth? These two are technically the first terminators on earth, so it fits." She clarifies, quite proud of herself.

"Yeah, that works, I like that." Kyle grins, the terminators still staring.

"Those are satisfactory names." Eve acknowledges, nodding at the suggestion.

Just as she says this, the T-800's eyes suddenly go dead, and the huge figure steps forwards, expression deadly. Sensing the danger, the other cyborg moves up beside her new companion and kicks out his legs, sitting down on his back as he goes down, hanging on for dear life as he starts to buck her off.

"Get out of here! He will show no mercy during these episodes!" Eve shouts, wrestling to stay in control as the bigger terminator throws her off.

Terrified, Kyle and Sarah rush from the room, narrowly avoiding being swiped by the T-800, who makes a grab for them, only to be pulled back by Eve.

As quickly as it came on, however, it fades out, the terminator going lax once more.

#terminator imagine #terminator #terminator 1984 #t-800 #oc #arnold schwarzenegger

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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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Thoughts on the Shadow's Doppelganger, Lamont Cranston

The funny thing about Cranston in the original stories is that, yeah, one of the most famous scenes across all Shadow media is the “Lamont Cranston Talks to Himself” chapter in The Shadow Laughs, where we learn that The Shadow is not Lamont Cranston, but has usurped his identity, and now shows up at his bedside looking like him, talking like him, knowing more about his own life than he himself does, and ordering him to leave town, effectively blackmailing him into letting him use his face. It’s a very iconic scene that exemplifies a lot of what makes The Shadow unique as a character, and you can imagine why so many adaptations have gone with the idea of Cranston being either a hapless stooge bullied into submission, or an actual villain, because that whole scene is very much a horror movie scenario.

Thing is, none of them seem to remember how Cranston and The Shadow’s relationship developed past this. I’ll post this excerpt from Atoms of Death:

"Good morning, Cranston," came a quiet tone from the foot of the bed.

"Good morning, yourself," returned Cranston, rubbing his eyes without noticing the visitor.

"You should say: Good morning, myself," chuckled The Shadow, dryly.

Cranston was pulling down the sleeves of his pajama jacket. He sat bolt upright, staring. Then a slow smile showed on his lips; one that was almost a replica of The Shadow's.

"So it's you," remarked Cranston, sleepily. "Well, I knew that last night. It was about time we crossed paths again. Well, old man, you landed me in for plenty this trip."

Cranston shoved bedclothes aside and perched on the edge of the bed. He found cigarettes on the telephone table; The Shadow supplied a flame from a lighter before Cranston could ignite a match. The millionaire noted that The Shadow's lighter bore the initials "L. C."

"You handle every detail, don't you?" questioned Cranston in admiration. “Jove! I remember the first time I met you. In this very room. You dropped cloak and hat and left me looking at my own face as plainly as if I had seen it in a mirror. Just as it is today."

"And I advised you," recalled The Shadow, in Cranston's own tone, "to take a trip abroad, while I used your identity. You were a bit exasperated at first."

"I must admit that I was. I threatened to have you arrested, as an impostor, until you proved that you knew more about my affairs than I did. I really believe that if it had come to a showdown, I would have been proven the impostor and you the genuine Lamont Cranston. Jove!"

"Jove," repeated The Shadow, quietly, "You have acquired that expression recently, Cranston. I shall remember it for future reference. You have a penchant for acquiring anglicisms during your sojourns in British colonies. Jove!"

"Bounder and blighter," laughed Cranston. "Don't forget those. I still use them occasionally."

Or this excerpt from The Hydra, which is an incredible book where the chemistry between the two really shines:

Lamont Cranston woke up and wondered why his head still whirled. It took him about half a minute to learn that the motion came from the fact he was riding in his limousine. Someone must have put him back in the limousine and Stanley was driving him home.

He didn't have to guess who had helped him on his way, for at that moment Cranston heard a low-toned laugh beside him. He turned to see the black-cloaked figure of The Shadow.

"What did you hit me with?" asked Cranston. "All four of your automatics?"

"I'm only carrying a pair tonight," replied The Shadow

Look at these two dorks, just palling around and getting into shenanigans and The Shadow outright joking around Cranston, like they are just two old chums having a laugh at the weirdness of their lives. The “real” Cranston didn’t show up very often in the original stories, especially in the last stories when Lamont Cranston essentially became the real identity of The Shadow, but when he did, part of what makes him stand out as his own character is that he’s funny. Gibson gets a lot of mileage out of Cranston as this guy who is completely nonchalant and chill about all the weird shit that happens to him, even in The Hydra after he kills a man with an elephant gun, he’s still more or less the same, he largely just walks out of it with a newfound realization.

Relieving Cranston of the elephant gun, The Shadow steered his friend into the closet. Hauling the big weapon with him, The Shadow opened the door to meet and dismiss arriving servants who had dashed upstairs when they felt the house quake.

"Whenever I see this gun," began Cranston, coming from the closet, "I'll remember what I did with it -"

“Quite right," interposed The Shadow approvingly. "What you did to Mance will make amends for any elephants you may have killed. Too bad Mance didn't bring along a few more Hydra Heads.”

Slowly, understanding dawned on Cranston. He'd never compared his big-game hunts with The Shadow's quests for men of crime. He felt that The Shadow's cause was justified, but it had seemed outside the field of sport. It still was, but Cranston, now that he had dealt with a murderer who deserved to die, was realizing that his game hunts were more deserving of rebuke.

His encounters with The Shadow gradually changed Cranston from a useless millionaire wasting his resources and talents on idle pursuits, to...still largely a useless millionaire, except his resources and talents are no longer wasted and he’s gradually grown into a useful ally and friend to The Shadow. The Shadow tends to have that effect on people who work by his side and even Cranston, the guy whose main role in his organization is to just stay away and be useless somewhere else, can’t help but change a little into a better person when he appears.

There’s an interesting article written by Bob Sampson called “The Third Shadow” which refers to the Bruce Elliot run of The Shadow Magazine, which is incredibly maligned by fans and not without reason, the stories all largely suck and the Shadow bears little resemblance to his former self, instead mostly feeling like a diet take on the radio show Lamont, more of an average detective. The theory Sampson puts out is that, during this period, it was actually Lamont Cranston who became active as The Shadow while Allard was busy overseas, and I definitely like this theory. It makes sense specially considering The Hydra sets up for Cranston to become more pro-active and serious:

While not the towering master-mind of Allard, he does become the next best thing: A post-war sleuth. He even indulges in wearing the cloak and slouch hat from time to time (to varying degrees of effectiveness), while trying to laugh like Allard (also to varying degrees of effectiveness) as if to fulfill that forbidden fantasy until he finally gets it out of his system. After all, The Shadow pretended to be him, why not the other way around?

As Bob Sampson put it: “It is always Cranston who explains all and takes the credit”.

Probably very cathartic for Lamont, who for the last 18 years was relegated to being a distant supporting player in his own life. Cranston is still in contact with the agents however. He even receives "assignments" from Burbank.

This entire arrangement could only be with The Shadow's tacit approval. Let us remember, Cranston was not merely some insipid fop. He certainly had done his own share of exploring and was indeed a hunter. He could handle a variety of firearms, was familiar with exotic peoples and their customs, knew how to stalk dangerous animals through the jungle and veldt, but he was not, nor ever claimed to be, a master secret-agent and soldier.

I think it is fitting that the writing is completely different for this period as well. Not the enigmatic journalistic style of Allards exploits, but the witty, modern champagne fizz of Cranston's odyssey in a Post-War world. He feels a full range of emotions. In the Gibson stories, The Shadow is at arms length. In the Elliott stories, Cranston is sitting right next to you on a train or an airplane or roadster.

It’s also interesting to consider how Lamont Cranston has basically become the true name of The Shadow in pop culture. Often times it’s the name people use when they specifically want to reference The Shadow, the supposed “Ghost of Gay Street” hauntings in Gibson’s former apartment took the form of Lamont Cranston, and even in the stories, more and more people became aware of it as the years went by (which also helps reinforce the idea that the “real” Cranston eventually took to acting as a fill-in for The Shadow, to draw attention away from the real Shadow’s operations), and Gibson even mentioned a few times that Cranston was The Shadow’s “favorite” identity along with Arnaud. Which is kinda fascinating to think about and does hint at some weird underlying aspects of The Shadow’s psyche, that his favorite identity is one not his own.

And at last, there’s these passages from The Whispering Eyes, a book that does not mention Allard once, and the very last Shadow novel:

From beneath the seat he was taking his black garb. Cloaked and hatted as he stepped from the cab, Cranston merged immediately with the darkness. He had become The Shadow.

Cranston's switch to his other self could well be attributed to a hypnotic mood. The mental lapses produced through hypnosis were the sort that would often cause a subject to revert to habit. Now, as The Shadow, Cranston was still in what might be termed a haphazard mood. He was skirting through darkness, pausing, changing direction, behaving generally as though avoiding something that did not exist.

Lang had flung away his glasses; his eyes now showed the shining, hypnotic force that the lenses normally softened. He recognized the eyes that met his above a leveled gun muzzle.

The Shadow's eyes, yet strangely Cranston's, for this was one time The Shadow did not care to disguise them.

Which begs the question: Did Cranston succeed in fully becoming The Shadow? Or did The Shadow succeed in fully becoming Cranston?

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