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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Clean up your mess~

pairing: Han jisung x reader

warnings: glasses hannie (cuz that's a warning in itself) fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!jisung, virgin jisung, corruption kink, miss kink, handjob, nipple play, cum-eating, oral fixation, edging, slight exhibitionism, cheating (with the intent of divorcing the one being cheated on) possibly more i forgot

word count: 4.2k

a/n: i got a spark of inspiration late last night and stayed up 'til 5 in the morning writing this, read it today and realized it was pretty much incomprehensible so rewrote it

You were bringing him lunch.

He'd forgotten his lunch today, why?

Well because you hadn't waken him up this morning, like you do every morning. Must've slipped your mind.

Nearly late for work, dashing out the door, one arm in his coat, trying to get the other on while grabbing his keys and shoving his feet into his shoes. Barking at you to bring him lunch today.

Shouting at you all the while.

After all, it was your fault. For failing your duty of being a human alarm clock for him the past however many years it'd been since you'd married him.

But it was okay.

You should've waken him up. It was your fault.

So you brought him a lunch.

A coffee you'd picked up just before and a turkey sandwich.

With tomatoes and lettuce and mayonnaise and no cheese because he's picky and only likes cheese in his ham sandwiches.

Cucumbers and just a dash of mustard-just the way he likes it.

Expecting to find him as usual, in his office. Working hard and earning money to pay for the life you had.

He certainly was working at something. Not at his work, but his dutiful little assistant.

Bent her over the desk, the thing rocking and creaking from the force. Holding her by the throat, her moans coming out scratchy as he groaned into her neck, whispering in her hair.

God, if only your own sex life could be that enthusiastic with him.

The things you've had to endure all by yourself due to his poor skills in the area. The nights you'd had to take care of yourself because he surely couldn't.

And this is what you got?

Sigh.

This is what you got for marrying a rich, semi-attractive man. An arranged marriage on both ends but you at least thought that he would stay faithful.

The divorce settlement will pay well at least, you think, pulling out your phone and taking a few pictures.

To show your lawyer, of course.

Thank heavens, they're both being so loud, they didn't even realize you came in, his desk perfectly situated that their direct line of view isn't at the door where you stand.

Snap a few more and close the door quietly behind you.

You'll have to leave his lunch at the front desk with his secretary. His particularly adorable secretary.

His nametag just slightly crooked on his button-up, reading Jisung. Looking down, distracted at something on his computer screen.

You clear your throat, admiring the way his teeth tug at his lip, intently staring at whatever's on the screen.

His eyes flash up at you, widening, body jolting as he frantically clicks at his mouse.

He tries to put on a smile and recollect himself but impulsively reaches up to readjust his glasses nervously, fighting back the blooming blush coating his cheeks.

"H-hi, Mrs. L-Y/N!" He squeaks, remembering the many times you've clicked your tongue at him and told him to call you by your first name.

"Hello Hannie! How are you today?" You smile at him,

His heart skips a beat at the nickname you'd fondly gifted him and he nods. "I'm good, better that you're here now! I've missed seeing you around!"

"Aww," you glance towards your husbands office, still seeing the blinds shut. Then your attention is back on Han, fully and wholly. "I've missed you too, I've just been so busy with everything, you understand."

He adjusts his glasses again, a bright smile lighting up his face. "Ah, yes. Been there, done that. I completely understand."

He doesn't understand, has not the foggiest idea but the way you're looking at him.

It shouldn't have him feeling this way.

You're his boss's wife. He could get fired and lose this job he really needs.

But...you're you.

And oh, he really just wants to impress you.

And your small laugh makes his heart flutter. "Oh of course you do, it's too bad that someone can never seem to." You gesture over to the door. "Y'know, that always one of the things that I've loved about you Hannie, how you get me in ways that he's never have."

Perhaps he's being delusional.

Perhaps it's that he can't read the signs right but the bitterness in your tone when you speak of him, the way your lips twist in distaste compared to the way you say his name.

Hannie.

With such warmth and a fond look in your eye. A fond look that maybe suggests...

He adjusts his glasses but this time you grab his wrist, stopping him. "Stop that won't you, darling? It's so distracting."

His skin tingles where you touch him and he's sure he couldn't be redder, he can feel his skin hot and can't help but stare helplessly where your hand is wrapped around him.

"I-uh, u-um,"

Just as quick as you'd grabbed him, you were letting him go. "Well anyway, I'm sorry Hannie, but I'm afraid that I can't stay for long. I'm just here to drop off some lunch for the boss. And I can see that he's a bit...busy right now, you'll be a good little pet for me and give it to him once he...finishes up, won't you?"

His breath hitches at it. Frozen in place, staring, blinking hard, trying desperately not to do something embarrassing...or fireable...or both.

But he inevitably fails as he reaches to grab the brown paper bag and coffee set on the desk in front of you, instead, his still slightly shaking, slightly trembling hand, knocking the coffee onto the floor and all over you.

"Fuck!" You hiss, more from the feeling of the still-hot liquid pouring onto your skin than from the fabric being ruined itself.

Han squeaks, wide-eyed before he stands up quickly, the first immediate reaction he's been able to have since you've arrived and rushes to the other side of the desk, "Shit, shit, god I'm so sorry-are you okay?"

He scrambles to grab a tissue box, trying to sop up the mess but ultimately proving himself to not be very good at it. "I'm fine. I'm fine. It's okay."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean-"

"-I know, I know you didn't. But it's okay. Give me the tissues." You pull the from his frantic hands. "Try to clean up the mess on the floor. I can do this."

He apologizes again, before taking the tissue box, not the best device but it'll work for now and starts trying to do just that.

You try to soak up more of the coffee from your clothes but there's really nothing else you can do, it's not that big a deal anyway.

You could always just get it replaced or professionally washed.

Especially with that settlement money, and you wouldn't have your husband up your ass telling you to control your spending like it was an allowance or something.

"Here. Let me help." You sigh, leaning down to try to help.

He shakes his head insistently, pulling the tissue box away from you. "No. This is my fault I'm gonna clean it all up."

You sigh at his stubborness. Simply giving him a look and holding out your hand. "Jisung."

The boy in question shakes his head again, and you lift your eyebrows. He pouts. "N-"

You curl your finger under his chin, forcing him to look up, cup in hand, dirty tissues in the other and you realize the position you've put yourself in.

Him crouched down, all too close in front of you, looking up, his normally adorably wide eyes giving a much different perspective than it has before.

He's realized too. "U-um, M-miss-"

"-Y/N."

He breathes heavily, his body slouching in on itself, his tilting his head more up to make up for the lost height. "I, I..."

"It's okay, use your words." You encourage, leaning down the rest of the way, coming face to face.

But he's already forgotten what he was going to say, had he even had something to say in the first place., he doesn't really remember if he did with your hand now on his cheek and the other taking the empty cup out of his hand reaching up and setting it on the desk again.

"F-fine. But I'm going to do most of the work okay? I-i can show you to the storage closet so we can get cleaning supplies?" It comes out more like a question but either way you don't question it.

Instead you stand up, pulling him up along with you. "Okay. Good, so where is the storage closet?"

Honestly, you'd never been in a real storage closet but you'd think it would be bigger than this.

It was tiny, filled with shelves of cleaning supplies and a broom, mop, and a few extras tucked into the corner.

All in all, there was absolutely no way it could fit more than three people and even two was a very tight squeeze as you followed him inside.

He struggles to find the light as you close the door, leaving the room in darkness.

"Where's the lightswitch?" You whisper.

He makes a noise of frustration. "I dunno, open the door again so I can-wait there it is," He reaches over your shoulder but stumbles, shoving you back into the door with a loud thud.

The light switches on and there he is.

Really, really close. His nose practically pressed against yours, glasses slid down halfway. "H-hi." His breath smells like gum, not the minty kind but the actual bubblegum kind, sweet and hot against your face.

"Hi."

The light isn't very bright, flickering and hanging swaying on the ceiling it's barely enough to illuminate the small room.

He swallows and you can hear it from how close he is.

He should move but he can't quite bring himself to. You smell so good. He can't even begin to put his finger on what it is but it certainly making his head spin and the way you're looking at him-the way you're looking at him-

The next thought is scrambled in his mind as you take his glasses and push them up his nose, fixing them for him. "There you go."

"Y-you can't just do that?" He whispers weakly, trying to ignore the proximity of your bodies now.

Your leg is practically pressed up to his crotch with how close the two of you are and fuck, if it isn't driving him insane.

"What? What am I doing?"

Everything.

You breath is fanning across his face. Your hand is resting, hovering right over the side of his face from when you moved his glasses. He's pretty sure you just inched your leg farther between his legs, pressed your thing against him more.

His eyes slip shut but even so, he still knows you're still looking at him, can practically feel your gaze burning into him.

Maybe if he closes his eyes he can forget about everything else.

Forget about the less than romantic setting around him. The bottle of cleaning spray on the shelf right beside his head reeking of chemicals that are making his head spin.

Well he doesn't actually know if it's the chemicals making it spin or you.

"Y-you're to-touching me."

“You're the one pressing me against the door Hannie." You tease.

He knows you're right. Knows you're trying to tease him. Knows that he doesn't want to move at all.

"B-but,"

"Does it have an effect on you?” He can feel as you shift, however that was made possible, closer to him.

“A-nd if I told you that it does?" He can't bring himself to open his eyes. "What about my boss? Your husband? This can ruin you. I can get fired."

He can feel your hands sliding over him. Both starting at his shoulders before trailing down. You scoff "Bastard did it first." Then, "He doesn't matter anyway. I'm leaving him."

You squeeze at his hips as a test, hearing the way he holds back a muffled moan and tuck that away for later.

He finally looks at you. "Y-you are?"

You lick a stripe up his neck and he finally moans. "Mhmm, going to see my lawyer tomorrow to file for divorce."

Nibbling at his ear, hands exploring lower, finally reaching his pants and moving back to graze over his ass. You squeeze and he gasps loudly, rolling his hips in a way that begs for more.

"S-so he ch-cheated on you then?" You brush a finger lower, over his hole and he tugs at his lip with his teeth, muffling a whine.

You pull back entirely, leaving him cold all while lifting an eyebrow. "Curious thing, aren't you Hannie?" He nods senselessly, not caring what you say so much as you would touch him again. "I think that they're more things you should be curious about."

Finally, finally, your fingers hover over his belt. "Can I?"

"Please~"

You stop and he groans with impatience. "What now?" He whines in a way that would be almost cute if it wasn't so bratty.

Huh, you'd never peg Han as a brat.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm the one making you feel good here, so shut up and take it." You hiss.

He pouts but his eyes are alight in amusement. "I'd shut up if you were actually doing something..." He leans in with a newfound confidence you'd never expect from him. "So in other words...make me."

"Oh Hannie," You take his glasses off and wipe them of the condensation built up, full intentions of clouding them up all over again.

You click your tongue disapprovingly before resting back on his nose. "Just remember, you asked for this."

"Yes Miss."

He nods along, swiping his tongue over his lips and you smile, nearly cooing at how cute he looks as you pull his belt undone, placing your lips next to his ear. "And don't lie to me. Tell me everything you feel and let me hear every noise you make."

Then your hands are slipping down into his pants, making his head spin and his toes curl in his shoes.

"S-shit, ah!" His eyes flutter closed. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

As your one hand thumbs over his slit, the other pulls his pants down the rest of the way, dropping both his pants and his boxers down around his ankles.

The next thing Han knows, he's being pushed into the wall, the smell of the cleaning spray strong in his head making him feel desperately dizzy. Or maybe that was from you, looking at him all dark and mean standing there over him.

Or maybe your hand wrapped around his cock, he's so hard and you feel so good. Fuck, he doesn't understand how it could all feel so good.

Or maybe it's your other hand, wandering up his chest and landing on his nipple, leaving him gasping, begging you to stop, begging you to continue. His back arching off the wall into you and a choked moan before he's pawing at your wrists.

"D-don't," but he's non-committal, fingers weakly tugging at your hand nowhere near as forceful if actually wanted you to stop. "I-i'll cum right away if you do that." He cries.

You ignore him and continue. The time a little harder. Pinching it and slightly tugging as he sobs in pleasure.

"I don't know why you think you're in charge here honey," watching him swallow heavily, throat bobbing. "but you're not. And if I wanna play with you, I'm going to." A cry of pleasure is ripped from somewhere deep inside of him, body convulsing. "Gonna wind you up like a little toy until I'm satisfied."

Every nerve set aflame. Every piece of himself free for you to play with. Every little part of his brain sent into overdrive as his hips work automatically, messy and sloppy into your loose grip. Chest pushed farther into your hand although he still begs weakly for you to stop.

"'M your toy. Yes, your toy for you!"

He's shaking, body nearly limp. From what? A few touches to his cock and his nipples? Maybe he's just sensitive. Or maybe it's something else.

"Have you done this before?" You murmur, already knowing your answer but desperate for the confirmation.

"U-um, a-a few times-"

You stop, keeping your hand wrapped around him but still but taking your other hand entirely out of his shirt, taking his face in your hand.

He whines, pawing at your arms needily, forcefully enough that you can tell he's really trying. "No lying, Hannie. I thought I told you that."

His hips move of their own accord, fucking his cock into your fist as much as you'll allow before you pull away completely, ripping a cry from him.

"N-no, don't stop," He tries to bring his own hands down, tries to tip himself over the edge before it's gone but you don't let him.

You grip his wrists, reminding him of when you did it earlier at his desk. He whines again and you think you can see a tear slip down his adorable cheeks "Please no, please don't stop."

He can hardly believe that not even an hour ago you'd dropped off your husbands lunch.

You purse your lips, even in the dark of the room able to see the his eyes from the sheen of the gloss spread over them, only slightly hidden by the fogged up glasses that have slipped down lower to perch on his nose. "What did I tell you? About lying?"

His hiccupy gasps are so cute. "D-don't lie."

"Good." He shivers, your hand finally loosely wrapping around him again. "Then why did you lie to me, Jisung?"

He mewls as you speed up, trying to respond over the fog in his head. "'M sorry miss! M' sorry I lied, I've never done this before!" He gasps, "you're the first, you're the only!"

A moan spills out of his pretty pink lips and you claim them with your own, swallowing the next and the next after that.

Pulling away just slightly to whisper against his lips. "Good boy, Hannie. Such a good boy for me aren't you?"

"Y-yes, yes Miss, 'm a good boy."

Your lips curl up and your hand ventures to his hip, rubbing the area you'd pegged as sensitive and what a surprise, you're right.

His eyes flutter shut with a high keen. "And you know what?"

A meek, "what?" comes from him despite how dazed he is.

"Good boys get rewards."

Your hand moves quicker and he swears he can see stars exploding behind his eyes.

And then your hand's digging so hard into his hip, he's pretty sure-no he's positive it'll leave a mark there.

"God," His glasses are so fogged that he can barely see a thing even if his eyes weren't already in the back of his skull.

"I'm no god pretty thing. But I can sure make you feel like heaven." You whisper and he shudders, legs shaking under him so hard he doesn't think he could hold his weight up if it weren't for the wall behind him.

Breathless and beautiful and feeling bone-achingly high with pleasure he can barely choke out the words. "F-faster, pl-please, please...." He gasps. "I-i'm s-so, please I'm so cl-close."

You can't help but coo. "Cum whenever you need to baby, been such a good boy."

And he does.

Mouth hanging open, tears stained on the apple of his cheek which are such a pretty shade of pink. His glasses so fogged you can't even see what his eyes are doing.

Face entirely blissed out as his orgasm hits him head on like a fucking train, cute little gasps and small mewls falling from his open lips.

And quite suddenly, you're all too aware that only a thin door separates you from the entirety of the rest of the office.

And Han is still moaning loudly, sniffling and gasping. Looking and sounding like the main lead in a cheap porn movie.

In other words, loud as fuck.

You're pretty sure the damage is already done. People have already heard. But you cover his mouth with your hand anyway, muffling the noises.

His eyes widen, the touch bringing him slightly back and his eyes shoot to the door, making the same revelation that you did.

"You gotta be quiet baby" You whisper, looking around for paper towel, perhaps a clean rag that you can clean him up with, but then you look back to his pretty face.

And slowly pull your hand away. "You gotta clean up your mess baby." His eyes widen as you bring your cum-covered hand to his lips. "Wanna clean it up?"

His breath hitches. He nods frantically and begins to eagerly lap at your hand, moaning and wrapping his lips around your fingers.

You watch, entranced, pupils blown wide, watching him hungrily and when he's cleaned that up and your hand is slick with his saliva you scoop up the mess he's left all over his abdomen, bringing it to his lips once more.

He's so far gone he doesn't even realize when it's done, still pulling your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and laving attention around each and every finger.

He can't even hear you as you brush back his hair, "You okay Hannie?"

Doesn't hear until your fingers thread through his hair, providing a grip to tug his head back, focusing his attention back on you with a moan.

"You good?"

He nods quickly, but doesn't look like he's telling the truth, still staring at you hand, tongue still peeking out from his mouth.

"Are you sure? Don't lie."

That has him snapping out of it, shaking him head with a forceful kind of clearing it before leaning down to pull up his pants. "Y-yeah. I'm good."

He's a mess. Messy hair and foggy glasses, red face and sweat still dripping down his neck.

He looks like someone who's just been properly fucked.

Voices outside talk about lunch, where they're going and you know you're husband's looking for his lunch right about now.

You quickly pick up a mop. "Okay. Um, pass me the spray behind your head?" He does, slightly shaky and a little slow still. "So, I'm gonna go and start cleaning the coffee up. You're gonna leave a few minutes after I do, head to the bathroom. Clean yourself up a bit, okay?"

Nodding animately, your hand grips the doornob.

"Wait!"

You turn back.

He looks almost like a puppy, all wide-eyed and begging. "What does this mean for us?" His heart thumps wildly. "Because I like you. I really do Mi-Y/N and I don't know if you like me or if maybe I'm just here for a stress relief or what?"

You don't know.

With your husband and the lawyer you're going to see about him tomorrow, it's really now a good idea to get into something like this.

It couldn't go well for you. But he looks so hopeful and he's so adorable and sweet and maybe you could envision something with him.

He wasn't just a stress-relief and that was for sure but what else could he possibly be right now?

Now is really not a good time to figure it out

"Do you have your phone on you?"

He shakes his head no, so you glance over and grab a sharpie off the shelf. "Here then." You lift his sleeve and begin to write on his forearm.

You finish and pull away, throwing the marker back where you found it. He scrutinizes the ink on his skin. "What's this?"

"My number. I like you too, Jisung. But now is not a really good time, call me later and we can meet up somewhere and talk, okay?" You try to sound as gentle as possible but you can tell that he's not very satisfied with that answer.

"Fine. We'll talk later."

You smile gently at him, making his heart do somersaults in his chest before you're opening the door and stepping out.

a/n: just mind the horrible grammar and anything that sounds off, i write this so late last night and tried to fix everything but probably missed a lot of things, that being said i'll prolly proofread it again later

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cottoncandy-cult · 8 months

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Reader

The young fraccion ran about, double checking her Master's room to ensure that everything was clean. (Y/n) had been assigned to Grimmjow weeks ago, he never trained her or took her anywhere. Her only job was to clean and keep him company, she was well cared for and treated differently from the rest because of her loyal services for him. Perhaps this was because she was basically a house cat, Aizen had made her into an arrancar on a whim. Once she made sure everything was as it should be she laid down on her bed, it was across from Grimmjow's as it made things easier, and he didn't trust her alone. Even now his other fraccion would check the hall, waiting for their Master to return from the meeting being held.

It didn't take long for her to doze off, she hadn't been sleeping well and had been rather restless as of late. When she next awoke it was dark and she was being shaken, looking up she locked eyes with her Master leaning over her. "About time, you were moving around a lot, and it was getting annoying." As he moved to sit on his bed across from her, she noticed a candle was lit on the table between them, it wasn't until she sat up that he realized how tired she looked. "My apologies Master Grimmjow... " He grunted a bit before huffing, resting his arms on his knees. "Come here kitten." It was rare for him to use pet names, only when he felt the desire to lower his guard. She didn't hesitate to walk around the table, approaching him quietly.

Grimmjow had grabbed her wrist, twisting so that she fell onto the bed between him and the wall. "You're sleeping here tonight; you've been doing this a lot and it's made it hard to sleep." The young girl blushed but nodded, shifting to be more comfortable. "Yes Master, thank you." His response was just a grunt as he blew out the candle and laid beside her, arms crossed behind his head. "Yeah yeah, just go back to sleep." He had closed his eyes; she couldn't help but smile and close her own.

-Time Skip-

When (Y/n) next awoke, she was face to chest with her Master, his legs tangled with hers as he had one arm under her and holding her close as the other draped over her with his fingers tangled in her hair. His warmth made her snuggle close to him, he had growled in his sleep and tightened his grip. It was still dark as usual, so she had relied on her internal clock, and she assumed it was early morning, there was no need for them to be awake til well into the late morning. So, she closed her eyes once more, breathing in his scent as she felt herself slip into unconsciousness. When her breathing had slowed with sleep once more, blue eyes peaked open. Grimmjow watched her quietly before nuzzling the top of her head, he breathed in her sweet scent and relaxed. He may not say it out loud, at least not yet, but she belonged to him. She was his queen; he will kill anyone who even so much as upsets her. He smirked at the thought, he would do whatever he must to ensure she was happy and untainted by anyone.

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wheels-of-despair · 6 months

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 4: The Heavier the Dread Words: 2k

The closer you get to the caravan park, the heavier the dread grows. Although he doesn't say anything, you know Tom's feeling it too. The girls who broke your hearts are still there. Together. And you can't avoid them forever.

Tom parks the truck at the office, and you haul your bag out once again. He opens the office door quietly, slips in to drop off the keys, and returns seconds later looking triumphant.

You start toward the van you stayed in last night, but Tom steers you in a different direction by the strap of your bag.

"Might as well go back to the one I actually live in."

You traipse through the park, watching carefully for any sign of them. You knew it was inevitable, but it didn't have to happen now.

Miraculously, you make it to your destination undetected. Tom fights with the door handle for a moment but eventually jerks it open. He stands back and gestures for you to enter through the beaded curtains. Nice touch.

It's smaller than the one you stayed in last night, and obviously an older model. Nothing like Jade's. But still, it's nice. Much nicer than any flea-ridden motel you would've paid too much for in town.

"What the fuck?!"

You whirl around from your place in the living room to see Tom standing in the bedroom doorway. You drop your bag and go to him, seeing an unmade bed… and a hole where a window should be, just past his shoulder. He steps around the bed to peer out the hole. "What the fuck!"

You lean against the doorframe and observe, wondering how hard he's going to freak out. He turns around and points to the hole, as if you hadn't noticed. "She broke my fuckin' window!"

"I see that." You're trying your very best not to be sarcastic, but you have no idea what he wants from you.

He puts his red face in his hands and groans loudly. Not a scream. A loud groan.

"Hey. Maintenence Man. How do we fix it?"

"What?" he mumbles from behind his hands.

"This is literally your area of expertise," you remind him. "How do we fix it?"

He puts his hands down and looks at the window like it's a puzzle that needs to be solved.

"I can put up plywood 'til I get a piece of glass that fits."

"See? Easy."

He looks at you like he hasn't slept in days.

"Do you have a spare set of sheets?" you ask.

"Closet."

"You go grab plywood, I'll wrestle the mattress outside and beat the glass out of it, then we'll board up the window. Teamwork… what's your last name?"

"What?"

"I don't know your last name."

"Grant."

"Teamwork, Grant!" you say with obviously fake enthusiasm.

The corner of his mouth twitches, and he stares curiously at you for a moment. "Alright." He steps past you and out the door, beaded curtains clacking in his wake.

Wrestling that mattress outside was much easier said than done, but you did it. You were red-faced and sweaty when Tom returned with his sheet of plywood.

"You wanna hold this in place while I screw it in?" he asked while strapping on his tool belt like a man on a mission.

An hour later, the hole where the window used to be was covered, the mattress was glass-free and back where it belonged, and Tom had helped you put clean sheets on it.

"Want a drink?" he asks, after you've both taken a second to admire your work.

"Sure."

You follow him the few steps to the kitchen, where he fills two cups with water.

"Uh… sorry I don't have anything harder."

"It's probably for the best. Wouldn't anyone to get hammered and go stumbling around in the middle of the road or anything," you wink. Tom blushes.

"Are you going to get in trouble for not working? I didn't mean to keep you busy with my bullshit all day."

He shakes his head. "We always get the day off after the end-of-season bonfire. Half the people probably passed out on the beach last night, they'd have been useless today anyhow."

"That's cool." He nods in agreement.

"I've just realized we skipped lunch. Ready for dinner?"

"Sure," you shrug.

Tom gets up, opens a cabinet, and stares into it thoughtfully. Curiosity getting the better of you, you come to stand beside him.

"Wow, I can see why you're having trouble choosing."

There are three tins of pasta sauce and three packs of spaghetti.

"There's also cereal," he states.

"And the bag of stuff we left in the other van."

"Right."

"Tell me how to get there, and I'll go get it," you offer.

"I can get it quicker than I can explain it, hold tight."

Quick as a flash, he's out the door. Apparently man cannot exist on carbs alone, you think as you begin washing the dishes that had been left in the sink. There wasn't much to tidy up in the tiny kitchen, but you did it anyway, desperate for something to keep you busy.

"You didn't have to do that," were his first words upon re-entering.

"I did it anyway," you respond, taking the grocery bag from him and placing it on the counter. You begin unpacking it and making his cabinet look a little less sad. "What are you in the mood for?" you ask.

"You don't have to do that, either."

"I already know you're going to fight me if I try paying you for letting me stay here, so you've gotta let me help out in some way."

"You already bought the food, I'm not gonna make you cook it for me as well." He sits on the sofa and rubs his eyes, clearly more ready for a nap than a fight.

"I like to cook. So again: What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything," he yawns.

"Anything?"

"I'm not picky."

"Any allergies?"

"Nope."

"Alright." You stare into the cabinet again, wondering what you could combine to make something more interesting than spaghetti or cereal. When you look back to ask Tom for a food opinion, you see that he's already nodded off on the couch. Poor guy. You work as silently as you can.

Since Tom obviously liked spaghetti, you settled on pasta. You quickly fell into the familiar routine of making a cheesy sauce that went with just about everything. Any shape of pasta. Any vegetables you had on hand. Hell, you'd even seen Jade steal spoonfuls of it from the stove and eat it like soup.

She used to claim that she'd eat anything if it was coated in that sauce. You once joked that you could stir in a handful of Legos and she wouldn't complain. "Try it and we'll find out!" she'd laughed, going back for thirds. You briefly wonder if Tom's girl can cook, and if Jade is eating real food or just a bunch of ready-to-eat snacks, before forcing all your attention onto the vegetables you're chopping.

When dinner was ready and the table was set, you had to wake him. You weren't sure how to do it; waking up strange people is always an awkward affair. You're suddenly reminded of all the strange men you found on your couch in the late afternoon, looking to you for answers after your flatmate had already gone on to another party. It somehow became your job to get the random hookups gone before she brought home the next one.

"Tom?" you ask from a few steps away. He didn't hear you. "Tom?" you repeat, a little louder. He jolts awake, looks confused for a moment, then locks eyes with you.

"Dinner's ready." He gives you a sleepy smile from his place on the sofa and reaches down to untie his boots with a groan. You sit at the table, and he slides into the seat across from you.

He doesn't even ask what it is, or what's in it, before he takes a bite.

"Oh holy hell, what is this?"

You look up in a panic. Did he hate it? Did you do something wrong because you weren't focused?

He takes another bite. "This is fucking incredible."

You laugh in relief, and explain to him what it is. He's done with his first plate by the time you're halfway through yours. By his second, he'd slowed down enough to actually carry on a conversation.

You spent the rest of dinner talking about food. Tom's a sucker for anything home-made, because the familiar smells and tastes are what he misses the most about home. He tried to experiment when he first set out on his own, but most attempts were disastrous. Now he settles for easy meals for himself, and a home-made dinner with his neighbor once a week.

You'd tried to do dishes again, and a struggle ensued. You laughed and tried to shove each other away from the sink. Tom won. Rather, you decided to let him win after he knocked you out of the way with his hip.

The consolation prize was the first shower.

The second you were alone again, your mind returned to Jade. You didn't think it could get much smaller than her bathroom, but Tom's shattered that illusion. Her shower wasn't ideal, but could fit two determined people. The one rinsing off the most awful two days of your life… well, it's a good thing you didn't have to worry about fitting someone else in here with you.

You showered as quickly as you could, trying to get away from the walls that were closing in on you. (And save your gracious host some hot water.) You banged your elbow three times, trying to get dressed in that small, steamy space. Maybe next time you'd just hose yourself off outside. If there were still any bored tourist dads here, you could probably charge them to watch and have enough to reclaim your car and leave this place in your rearview forever.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you sat on the sofa to wait for Tom. The living room area seemed much larger now, compared to that nightmare of a shower. If you were at Jade's, the pair of you would be three or four drinks deep at this point. Dancing like idiots. Making out on the couch. Not worrying about anything at all.

Tom's body dropped on the other side of the L-shaped sofa. He'd lazily towel-dried his hair and changed into sweats and a t-shirt.

"Take the bed, I'm good here." He stretched out on his back, laced his fingers behind his head and crossed his ankles.

"I'm not taking your bed."

"Yes, you are."

"Are we gonna argue about everything?" you say with annoyance, despite enjoying this quite a bit.

"We don't have to argue. You can just do it."

You chuckle, then curl up on the short side of the sofa, which doubles as a seat at the table.

"Go to bed," he orders.

"I just did."

"You're gonna wake up with a fucked-up back if you sleep like that."

"Don't care."

"Why won't you take the bed?" he asks with a huff.

"Why won't YOU?"

"You're my guest."

"Your guest is not sleeping in the bed where she slept." You didn't mean for it come out so harsh, but it did.

"…neither am I," he says quietly. He gets up to turn the light off and drop a blanket on you, then returns to his place on the long side of the sofa.

"Good night, Guy I Almost Hit With My Car."

"Good night, Girl Who Almost Ran Me Over."

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader

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fastcardotmp3 · 2 years

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au where Eddie's in the school band through his original 4 years of school to get all his arts credits and in that time meets and somehow befriends one Barb Holland because no one else is as willing to bitch and gossip about the rest of the class with him as much as she is.

She's witty and just the right amount of snarky in her deadpanned way and she makes him actually kind of want to try with the stupid bassoon he'd been assigned when he refused to willingly pick any instrument other than the guitar simply because competing to have a higher chair than Barb is something fun to keep his brain occupied during the endless and monotonous days at Hawkins High.

It's through Barb that Eddie meets Nancy Wheeler-- kind of a priss and not nearly as funny as Barb-- and they decidedly do not get along nor even try to for Barb's sake. Eddie's got his Hellfire friends, he's got Corroded Coffin, he's got Barb-- he doesn't need more friends and Wheeler really doesn't seem worth the effort to him.

Because she does seem like effort.

It's Wayne that breaks the news to Eddie when Barb goes missing, having been listening to the morning radio on his way home from a night shift.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo, if you need to take the day..."

Eddie knows he can't take the day. He's failing more classes than he's passing (he's passing band. he's always passing band.) and if he wants to graduate on time in the spring, he really can't be taking days off, but his head is buzzing.

His head is really very loud and usually he'd just-- he would meet Barb at her locker and bitch about Ms. O'Donnell 'til his lips were blue and he could organize his thoughts again but.

But.

He makes it through two periods before the hushed rumors start getting to him. Eddie's a known friend of Barb Holland, been seen chatting with her in the hallways plenty of times, and has also gained something of a freakish reputation over the past four years.

People like a story. It would be a really interesting fucking story if he was somehow involved.

He does end up taking the day after having a panic attack in the front seat of his van.

The cops don't find her, call her a "runaway" to cover their own incompetent asses, and Eddie could put up a fuss, but who's gonna listen to him? Who's gonna listen to him? In his heart he knows she's dead because she wouldn't just run away and she's the sort that would do everything in her power to come back home if she were still alive just so she could tease him for losing his second chair spot while she wasn't around to keep him in check.

Skipping becomes habit, full days or just the periods he shares with the most vocal of assholes who want to blame him for her disappearance as if he's not drowning. He's drowning in grief and lack of closure and missing her so he doesn't go to History or Math because Jason loves to give him these knowing looks and there's this girl named Cindy who's, like, actually afraid to sit next to him.

So Eddie goes for a drive or sits out by the dumpsters and smokes until the winter air makes his fingertips go numb and trembly to match the feeling inside of his chest.

He's always there alone. Alone. So fucking lonely until one day in mid-December the back door clatters open and Eddie startles at the gasping breaths of panic that accompany its slamming shut and--

"You alright there, Wheeler?"

She jumps, hand to her chest like a chastised southern belle like she hadn't realized she wasn't alone, and then snorts a bitter laugh in a huff of condensed air.

"Great. I'm great."

Eddie just hums around his cigarette, nods, exhales. He sits where he is and she stands where she is like this rod of anxiety trying to plant roots in the cracking asphalt and Eddie can't really tell how long it is before she's striding over to him and all but demanding he share his cigs with her, but that's what happens.

He lifts an eyebrow at her, hovering there with arms crossed tightly enough he's not sure her little bird frame is strong enough to not snap under the pressure and she's just so much effort, right?

But Barb had loved her. Probably for a reason.

He sighs. "Pull up a seat, then," he pats the ground next to her, helps her light a cigarette, claps her on the back when she tries to cough up an entire lung.

They don't talk about her that first day, just sitting in silence, and they don't talk about her when it happens again or again or again, but at some point it starts.

Tangential stories not really about Barb but which include her and finding that Barb had one set of jokes that she used on both of them. It's hesitant and weird and they only speak over cigarettes out by the dumpsters for months before Nancy asks him for a ride because it's a Bad Day and she just can't be at school any longer.

It's kind of maybe friendship? It's the only other person who knew the person you loved the way you knew them and there's a certain sort of love to be found there too, even if her being gone is the only thing you have in common.

She lets him introduce her to Good Music To Scream To and he teases her about the fact that she's dating Steve Harrington what a douche and it's nice to have her around but Eddie's still fucked up.

He still flunks most of his classes and doesn't get to graduate on time. He still doesn't have any goddamned closure about what happened to his friend.

"You'll walk next year," Nancy tells him with so much self assurance one night when he'd shown up at her house half-manic with grief because only she could ever get it, "and we'll find the truth about what happened to her. We'll get justice. Everyone will know it wasn't her fault."

She's so certain of it, so determined, Eddie thinks it would be stupid to doubt her.

It's gonna be a lot of effort, he thinks, the lot of it.

It's gonna be worth it.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie & nancy #eddie munson and nancy wheeler #EDDIE AND NANCY BEST FRIEND RIGHTS #this is the hill i plan to die on

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sparkymalone · 6 months

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Sexy loud

-sleepy anon

I like the way you think, friend.

A gift for anon:

Maybe it was the giddiness of being able to spend time with a friend like a normal teenager, or the realization that their "unrequited feelings" might not be so "unrequited," or maybe it was the delirium of staying up til three in the morning, but somehow this movie night had become a little unhinged.

Hajime had found a stack of DVDs in the supermarket, and had talked Kazuichi into fixing up an old laptop so that he could use it to watch them. He had invited several of his friends to his cottage to watch movies with him, but most of them were busy. Only one person had shown up.

When he had opened the door to see Fuyuhiko standing there, hands in his pockets, cheeks as rosy as ever, Hajime had felt his heart do a little flip. He gladly invited the other boy in, letting him get comfortable in the space Hajime had prepared on the floor. The air between them was slightly awkward, given that the last time they saw each other, Fuyuhiko had kissed him.

And then punched him.

And then promptly ran away.

They hadn't had the chance to talk about it yet, and Hajime didn't expect that they would anytime soon. He didn't want to make their first unofficial movie night uncomfortable, after all. So he acted like nothing had happened, and Fuyuhiko did the same.

It got a little harder to pretend when they realized no one else was coming. The knowledge that it was going to be just them, alone in Hajime's bedroom, all night, was just a tad overwhelming.

Both boys did their best to ignore the awkwardness, though. They threw themselves into the movie they were watching and their discussion about it. They argued about popcorn like nothing else was wrong. They binged a whole trilogy of cheesy action flicks, laughing like nothing weird had ever happened.

Sometime after midnight (1 AM? 2? Hajime had no idea), the night started going off the rails. It started when Fuyuhiko accidentally knocked over what was left of the popcorn and Hajime had dissolved into giggles.

"It's not that fuckin' funny," Fuyuhiko grumbled, but a smile tugged at his lips, too.

"I know, it's not," Hajime agreed breathlessly. "I don't know why I'm laughing."

The yakuza heir couldn't help but start giggling in response. "You sound like an idiot."

Hajime just grinned at him. "Me? Your laugh is fucking adorable!"

Fuyuhiko glared back. "Shut up! No it's not!"

"It totally is," the taller boy argued, moving closer. "Here, I'll prove it." And he promptly started tickling him.

Fuyuhiko SQUEALED. He batted at Hajime's hands, swearing up a storm between the inevitable giggles escaping him. "I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!"

Hajime laughed even harder, not letting up. "You can't kill me, you love me!" he teased, not even thinking about what he was saying until he saw Fuyuhiko's face turn bright red. He stopped tickling him for a second. "Oh, uh..."

The smaller boy seized the opportunity to pin Hajime under him, looking triumphant despite his flushed cheeks. "So what?" he replied, trying to sound casual. "My mom always said, 'being a yakuza means you can even kill the man you love to get your point across!'"

Now it was Hajime's turn to blush. He stared up at Fuyuhiko incredulously. Did he actually just admit...?

Before he could finish the thought, though, he was attacked. Fuyuhiko began tickling him mercilessly. "How do you like it, ya bastard?!" the blonde laughed.

Hajime cackled, struggling under the smaller boy, and soon they were rolling around on the floor, both grappling for dominance. Honestly, Hajime was kind of impressed. What Fuyuhiko lacked in strength he more than made up for in tenacity.

Finally they came to rest with Hajime on top of the other boy, pinning his wrists to the floor and grinning triumphantly at him. Both of them were panting and flushed, and Hajime tried very hard not to think about that in their current position.

"This doesn't mean you won!" Fuyuhiko argued, still squirming underneath the taller boy.

"Yes it does," Hajime laughed. "Admit it, you lost."

"Never!"

Snorting at his friend's stubbornness, Hajime pushed it even further. "Come on, admit I won!" A smirk curled across his face. "Say my name, Fuyuhiko~"

The blonde looked up at him, wide-eyed, before smirking back. "You fuckin' pervert. You that desperate to hear me calling your name?"

Hajime flushed darker, but didn't back down. "You're the pervert, I never said anything like that!" Despite his protests, though, he leaned in closer. "I'm not asking for much. Just say my name." His voice was practically a purr.

Fuyuhiko stared back at him with half-lidded eyes, still breathing heavily. His smirk fell for just a second before coming back even worse. "Fine. Come closer and I'll say it."

Raising an eyebrow, Hajime complied, leaning further down. As he drew closer, Fuyuhiko leaned up, putting his mouth close to Hajime's ear. There was a beat of silence where they both just froze, and then...

"Oh, Hajime~!" Fuyuhiko let out a mock-moan, practically yelling Hajime's name into his ear. The taller boy fell over in surprise and Fuyuhiko burst out laughing. "You dumbass, serves you right!"

Hajime was just staring at him in shock, brain short-circuiting as all of his blood rushed south. Why the hell was a play moan so sexy?!

Fuyuhiko raised himself up on his elbows, furrowing his brow as he looked at Hajime. "You okay? Did I actually fuck up your ear or somethin'?"

Slowly, Hajime shook his head. He sat up, still staring at Fuyuhiko. "...Can you say it again?" he asked quietly, cheeks flushed.

A blush shot up Fuyuhiko's neck. "Wha-?! Say it again?! You really are a pervert!"

Hajime moved closer, crawling over Fuyuhiko, ignoring the way the smaller boy panicked. He brought their faces close together, eyes locked with Fuyuhiko's. "Please?"

After a pause, a very flustered Fuyuhiko managed a slight nod. "Fine, yeah... Um..." He swallowed hard. "...Hajime," he murmured, not putting any sort of inflection on it.

Hajime huffed, not moving away. "Say it like you mean it."

Making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, Fuyuhiko tore his gaze away from Hajime's face. "Fine! Jesus..." He took a deep breath before letting out another mock-moan, quieter this time. "Hajime~!"

Immediately the brunette pounced on him, crashing their lips together. Fuyuhiko squeaked in surprise, unsure how to react, but Hajime pulled away after just a second. "S-Sorry," he apologized, panting. "Something about the way you say it..."

Fuyuhiko stared at him from where he lay pinned on the ground again. Finally, the yakuza heir grabbed the front of Hajime's shirt, yanking him closer. "Then maybe I'll keep saying it... Hajime~"

Hajime's eyes widened, but he recovered quickly, moving in to kiss the other boy again. This time, Fuyuhiko was ready, kissing back with equal fervor. Hajime lowered himself carefully, resting his weight on the boy beneath him, trying not to feel embarrassed about his obvious excitement poking against Fuyuhiko.

The blonde broke the kiss, smirking up at Hajime. "So I guess you're not mad about me punching you?"

Hajime let out a startled laugh, having completely forgotten about that. "I think I could be convinced to forgive you... If you keep saying my name."

"Hajime~" Fuyuhiko purred without missing a beat. Immediately, Hajime's lips were on his again, kissing him deeply.

The two of them spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, completely forgetting about the movie playing in the background. This was a much better use of their time.

Hajime had never been so happy to hear his own name.

Lol I'm gonna leave it there because I'm at work. But I hope you like it, anon! Feel free to send me more prompts. That was fun!

#fanfiction #kuzuhina #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #danganronpa #drabble #that really was fun #i should be working #but ehhh #giving my boys love and attention is more important #don't ask me what timeline this is btw #i have no idea #sparky writes

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sunhalf · 1 year

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@villainspeech : red son isn't sure what's happened, exactly — things are fine, and then they're not. whatever has come over mei has come over her suddenly, and they're left ——— what??

red son is momentarily frozen in the face of her shuddering shoulders and choked sobs. she's saying things through her tears, and he isn't quite processing them through his startlement. comforting others doesn't come naturally to someone like them, and their hand hovers near her shoulders.

then he blinks and he moves from sitting beside her to kneeling before her, swallowing down his hesitation as his hands slide beneath hers where they cover her face so he can cup her tear-stained cheeks in his own hands. "mei," he says — not dragon girl, not pony girl, not anything other than her name —, "everything is fine now. you're here. i'm here. — everyone's here. breathe, please."

She's just so SCARED, every second. She's watched the people she loves almost die so, so many times. She was so scared, when it looked like MK was dead, way back at the beginning, and that fear just — never, ever went away. Never had a chance to. She forgets about the fear, doesn't notice past the fireworks of her beating, breaking heart, until it gets so loud she can't help it — until she's wreathed in flames and screaming, terrified, I'VE WATCHED YOU PUT MK IN DANGER OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Until her best friend's copy calls her a COWARDLY, RECKLESS MONSTROSITY and she can only choke on the terror of what her reckless weakness means for those she wants to protect. Until her best friend flees before she can promise that she understands what it's like to be less of a person and more a thing that creates corpses and the all - knowing master tells her that SHE'S TOO WEAK TO SAVE HIM.

Until she realizes that Red Son is trapped, and Azure is only growing less merciful.

There hadn't been time to process the Fire — it was straight to learning to control it and suppressing the wild anger that would only hurt MK. There was no time to process the scroll or the words under her skin, just fakin' it til we makin' it. No time to process MK's lack of trust and how she couldn't even justify being hurt by it when she'd fled from him the same way, for the same reason.

But there's time, now, to process Red Son, and losing him, and losing him, and losing him, and the way she's been so scared of losing anyone for months and months and it hasn't, not once, gone away.

And she can't breathe.

His hands settle on her face and her shoulders hike and it's not fear of him, it's just her body breaking in some simple, stupid way, her own hands curling around their wrists. She can feel their pulse that way. She can feel their pulse as she crumples in their hands, and this is so much like then that there's — amidst the grief over nothing, because they're safe, they're still here — a quiet sting of shame in her chest, beside the riotous terror, at the fact that yet again she is being saved by Red Son. "Mei," he says, and her wails go briefly louder, "Everything is fine now. You're here. I'm here. — Everyone's here. Breathe, please."

"I'm truh - trying," she sobs, almost petulant, and she is, struggling to inhale past the way her lungs feel tight and her hands shake and her mouth won't stop twisting. Her chest is full of molten glass and if she dares to breathe it'll come pouring out her mouth. The ends of her hair go up in black flames and she barely feels it. "I'm trying, buh' I was so SCARED ——"

Scared for MK and for Pigsy and Tang and Sandy and even Wukong, despite the fire and the scars that are as much his fault as Macaque's, scared for Nezha and herself and the world, but most of all scared for Red Son, who's so much of her heart, now, and for reasons she knows are so much more than the Fire. Her grip tightens on his wrists, and she feels her heart breaking further, the fear so loud it screams now that there's no reason for it.

"I was so scared you'd be guh - gone an' I couldn't protect — couldn't protect you ——— !!"

His shoulders stiffen and she processes that less than the way she can feel the fire in his shift and she needs to be able to protect them. She needs to be able to protect Red Son. She needs to. They need to live a long time, and Mei needs to live a long time with them.

Red Son doesn't resist or pull back, just stiffens, briefly, in surprise when she releases his wrists to pull him into a clinging, trembling embrace. She's just so scared, every second, and it hasn't stopped for months — but here, at least, she can hold him and cry.

#villainspeech #villainspeech / red son & mei — just give me a reason to keep my heart beating; take my hand & bring me back.#answered.#mei : main verse.#YAHOO !!!!

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‘how willing you were to think the worst of me. why aren’t you happier? i’m just being who you’ve always though I was. i’m giving you the ending you believed in.’

*PROMPT : she who became the sun.

such words were more scathing than he likely knew. she could taste the bitterness of them on her own tongue, the bite of each syllable slashing into her supple, unguarded skin. wendy wondered if it hurt him to say as much as it hurt for her to hear, or, rather, if peter enjoyed watching her squirm under the vicious binds his voice had entangled her in. the girl’s own tongue had been ripped from right out of her throat, unable to utter even the slightest plea against the assault of imputations. yes, it had been wrong to accuse him of playing that horrid trick on her, but had they not made up ? had she not submitted to the quick explanation he'd spun and fallen back into good grace ? had she not done enough to smooth the wrinkle caused by her tantrum ?! fierce sweet mischievous playful fun good happy happy happy . . .

" stop it ! "

it happened in a flash : a hand smacked across his face with the pang of a lightning crack. a sharp gasp followed, her palm—red as the hot blush blooming against her cheeks—buzzing from the sting of her rashness. sky eyes widened, welling with a mix of conflicted emotion, and lips shaped into an 'o'. the girl was frozen. but only for a single second, just enough time to catch back her stolen breath. a crashing tide of pure ire washed over her, wiping away any appearance of surprise or sorry she wore.

" do you really think such horrid things of me ? " tight fists formed at her sides and nails pressed little crescents into her burning palm, millimeters from breaking the skin. she didn’t want him to be right, not when being so mean. " i am happy ! but i'm allowed to be other things, too . . . no, i am many other things ! more than you know. " each jab he'd swiped at her was another knife to the chest, twisting its blade mercilessly deeper into her heart. worse yet was the look in his eyes, or lack thereof. a nothingness existed within them. a void that dug its way into her core and sucked everything up ‘til she was but a cold shell. it was only when peter graced her with the warmth of his smile did she ever feel whole again. he was the sun and without his light, she felt horribly cold. she felt awfully empty.

wendy hadn't realized how loud her voice carried—shooting across the treetops and shaking the dirt floor — until silence had finally fallen over them. her chest heaved from the effort of such howling, as well as a mix of anxiety and upset. peter was an indecipherable enigma that teetered between storm and serenity. wendy was constantly balancing along his tightrope of a temperament, careful not to tilt too far lest she tumble into a pit with no way out, left to be forgotten and replaced by some other performer to play tricks for him.

twisting her lips, a joyless smile painted itself across her otherwise melancholic face. there was no twinkle in her eyes or dimples in her cheeks. no sign of a laugh dangling off the tip of her tongue. she wore the smile like a mask. “ there. is that better ? look how happy i am ! why, it’s like a new game : pretend-happy. i smile and laugh and play, and you get to guess whether it’s real. “

she knew better than to believe that any amount of arguing, yelling, or crying would do much good. the boy was far too bull-headed to be reasoned with, and she didn't have the energy to endure the hot flames that rippled off of him and licked at her skin, charring the girl with their unrelenting ferocity. not bothering to wait for whatever retort or excuse he would shoot back, wendy turned on her heel and stormed off, back towards the tree. she’d had enough of their quarrels but not before tossing a final remark over her shoulder : " you’re wrong, though. the stories . . . they were all about you. it’s always you i’ve believed in. it's always you . . .

now go clean yourself up and pretend-happy or you'll spoil everyone's supper. you are the best at pretending, after all. "

#*PROMPT : answered.#*PETER : promise to never forget me.#sorry #tw slap #?? just in case #us when they finally make up: what if they didnt tho

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onelilhippie · 2 years

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OUTCAST: chapter six

story masterlist

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"JESUS, WE thought you guys were goners." dustin said, a relieved look in his eyes. i slid down from the rock (on my ass, might i add), and hugged my brother tight. i watched with a fond smile as eddie pulled dustin in for a hug as well.

"yeah, me too man." eddie admitted.

"i thought we were gonna die." i sighed, hugging steve. he looked a little surprised, but i figured it would be rude not to hug him, as he did calm me down the other day. i pulled away from steve, and he put his hands on his hips in the motherly way he always does, bro-nodding at eddie behind me, who came up and slung an arm around my shoulders. steve caught the gesture, but didn't say anything. i was grateful for it.

everyone caught up and we greeted each other. then eddie and i sat down and explained what really happened at rick's house.

"...when we got to shore, we wanted to call you guys, but uh," he took a swig of water from a canteen the kids had handed us, then passed it to me.

"the walkie got drowned, man. drenched. so uh, i did the thing that i do now, apparently. i ran." i lightly smacked him in the arm. i ran too, and for good fucking reason. we would've been killed by jason.

"hey. sometimes running is okay. and it was definitely okay when we did it." i reassured him, placing my hand on his back, running my fingertips up and down like he did with me in the boathouse.

"do you know what time this was? the attack?" nancy asked me and eddie, talking with her hands.

"yeah, no. i-i know exactly what time it was. our walkie wasn't the only thing that got soaked." eddie said, disappointed as he removed his watch from his arm. luckily i didn't have anything too crazy valuable on. he tossed the watch to nancy, who read it out loud.

"9:27."

"the same time our flashlights went kablooey." robin realized.

"which means what, exactly?" i had noticed these past couple days that steve didn't catch onto things very fast.

"that that surge of energy was vecna attacking patrick." nancy tossed eddie's watch back to him.

"that means we're closer to finding out whats going on, though, right?" i asked, looking around at everyone.

"yeah, we know how vecna attacks." robin answered.

"and where he attacks from." lucas added.

"so... now we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down, and drive a stake through his heart." max said like it was that simple. i was feeling a different way than the rest of them were. how were they so calm about this?

"if he has a heart." robin said.

"a stake? is he like, a vamp? is he a vampire?" steve asked, a panicked undertone to his voice. i rolled my eyes at him.

"it was a metaphor."

"a bullet should work on him, right?" eddie spoke up, glancing to me. i nodded in agreement. a bullet should work on everything, i thought, but i also didn't really know about everything in the upside down.

"i say we chop his head off."

"i'd say all of the above, but we can't do any of that til we find a way into the upside down." nancy said, killing our ideas.

"your superhero needs her powers back." i commented. maybe this would be easier with the eleven girl.

"yeah, everything was way easier." steve said, then looked at eddie, "we had this girl, she had superpowers."

"yeah, marn mentioned her." eddie dismissed steve on his speech. steve often spoke of these children like he was a proud parent, but i guess i could understand, seeing as he'd been battling with them for years, looking out for my brother like his life depended on it. i'd have to thank him for that, keeping dustin safe when i wasn't there to help. i looked to my brother, as he hadn't spoken in a minute.

"hey, my brother isn't cursed, right?" dustin was pacing back and forth, absolutely not paying attention to our conversation. he wasn't even facing us.

"cursed? no, he's fine. mental? absolutely." steve cracked. i would've defended dustin, but steve was right. dustin was kind of strange in the head and it got worse every year he got older.

"boom!" dustin yelled, abruptly yelling into our conversation. i jumped a little bit, falling over into eddie's side. dustin's voice even echoed across the forest around us.

"bada... bada... boom!" he half-whispered, walking in time with his words, a finger pointed at steve. steve, though, looked unimpressed. as was i, and everyone around him. eddie looked to me, eyebrow raised. i shrugged.

"i was right. skull rock was north."

i pinched my nose bridge in between my index and thumb. was he even listening to us?

"seriously? you're serious?" steve snapped, arms crossed over that bright yellow sweater. i was sitting fully on the ground now, beside eddie, who's hand was perched on my thigh.

"mm-hmm." dustin replied.

"this is skull rock! okay? you're totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. right now!" steve pointed at the ground as if to say right here. they had some serious beef nowadays.

"yes. and no." dustin agreed. i was confused.

"oh my god." steve breathed out, turning and putting his face in his hands. i don't think i was the only confused one.

"this compass worked correctly when we left the wheelers. it was correct when we got in the car on curly. but it started to slip the further east we went. now its way off. when i was leading us here, i wasn't wrong. the compass was." dustin concluded, holding the compass up. i was still confused, but steve looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"so you're using faulty equipment, you're still wrong."

"except it isn't faulty. lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?" lucas was scratching the back of his head, puzzled as i was, but realization hit.

"an electromagnetic field!"

"yep." dustin looked accomplished but i didn't get it, eddie sure didn't, no one else here did.

"i'm sorry, i must have skipped that class." robin said. dustin began again.

"in the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. so either there's some super big magnet around here, or..."

"there's a gate!" lucas finished. i didn't get it.

"but you told me the gate was closed?" i asked.

"but what if, somehow, there's another gate? a gate that we don't know about. it has to be smaller, way less powerful than the lab." he responded, index fingers pointed out. i had to admit, my brother was very passionate about this shit.

"snack sized gate." robin smiled.

"how? why?" steve asked.

"no idea. all i know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we've seen anything like it, it was a gate. and i hope it is, because then we'd have a way to vecna, and a shot at freeing max from the curse." eddie looked concerned. i placed my hand on his, the one sitting on my thigh.

dustin started to leave, sliding down the hill they came up.

"where are you going? hey!" steve yelled after him.

"eddie and marnie are still wanted men. we can't just go take a hike in the woods!" i took eddie's hand in mine, my thumb rubbing over his knuckles.

"this little steel capsule might be the key to saving max, eddie and my sister. what say you, eddie the banished?" i looked to my right, where eddie was deep in thought, a dip between his brows. i tightened my hold on his hand, and he squeezed back.

"i say you're asking us to follow you in to mordor, which, if i'm totally straight with you, i think it's a really bad idea. but uh, the shire... the shire is burning. so mordor it is." i snorted at his reference, and stood up alongside him.

dustin turned to me, eyebrow raised. i took that as a sign that he valued my input.

"sounds dangerous and scary. i guess i'm in." i shrugged. dustin finally peered at our interlocked hands, then back up at me. he started jumping in excitement. eddie pulled me forward, letting go of my hand and slinging an arm around my shoulders. he was always one for PDA.

behind us, steve was confused. "what is mordor?"

eddie turned, ran back to where we were. i stood, waiting for him. he had forgot his shit. he came up beside me, grinning yet again, chain dangling at his side. i smiled back. he looked at me, eyes twinkling with his regular mischief.

"alright, let's go." i said, patting him on the back, trekking through the woods, leaves crunching under the soles of my boots.

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kkokopi · 3 years

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Unlocking a kink: Biting! headcanons

includes: baji, draken, kokonoi

warning(s): mild swearing

wordcount: 2 607 kinktober miniseries

finally edited and made a full koko part read it here!

baji

it wasn't exactly hard to find out that he had a biting kink to be honest

he had a habit of nipping you or grazing his fanged tooth around your neck any chance he gets

man beforew you guys even started dating its happened

he'd nip you on occasion to get your attention

boy prefers being the one to bite though but he doesn't mind getting bitten either, just expect him to one up you every time you do it

if you give him a playful bite he'd return it with a chomp of his own, hard enough that has you gripping on his shirt and whining at him that it could've left a mark

thinks his little fangs were designed for biting at you

his favorite place to leave his little bites would be your neck, shoulder and even your tummy area

there was one time while he was cuddling his face by your tummy and lifted your shirt up to nip at the expanse of skin before him

when he was done he would just give you a proud fanged smile as if he hadn't just done what he did and would return to snuggling his face to your belly

if he was feeling playful he'd chomp at your cheek or ear

would be vocal about liking the expressions and sounds of surprise and flustered noises you make

on the subject on when he does it

well that doesnt really matter since he'd do it when he feels like it

he has no trouble biting or marking you up in public especially when he's feeling territorial though

"Aaaaaaa you're such a cutie pie!" You cooed taking the white ball of fluff into your arms into a hug and Baji just sat by your couch watching. Hell its been like this for weeks ever since you brought that thing home. Your mother even joked about how now he had to fight for your love since your cat was a tough contender.

And God was that true

You've been spending an awful lot of time with your new cat and Baji didn't like that one bit. When he gave you the suggestion to go get one he hadn't known he unconsciously signed himself up to get replaced. Though to be fair he had his doubts at first but c'mon you weren't gonna replace him with a cat right? And you said you were lonely at home so surely a fur baby was enough to keep you happy when he wasn't there.

But now here you were and what was supposed to be a home date with him turned into you pampering your beautiful, but also really narcissistic as baji would say, Maine coon.

Baji swears he's never met such an evil creature like your cat before. Not to mention you spoiled your new fur baby like crazy, so it prolly got it into its little head that you were its person.

The first time he met your cat it hissed at him and he thought 'yeah sure its a cat, it happens cause its their first time meeting me' but we would notice the way your cat would wedge in between the both of you and steal your attention.

It was all harmless right?

Wrong.

Your cat would deliberately go out of its way to cause a scene or disturb both of your home dates. Be it knocking over some items atop tables, whimpering and faking injuries, or just straight up resting on your lap demanding attention with its big eyes and loud purrs and what had Baji ticked was that you were all over it and pretty much heart-eyed at the tiny ball of evil.

(C/n) was pretty much a spoiled diva at this point and you were too dense to realize this. Always smothering your fluffy cat with attention and kisses.

What finally made Baji snap was whenever he would nuzzle and hug you, your cat would start rubbing itself on you and lick at you til what they deemed as clean and would look at Baji like he was absolutely filthy before trying to drag you away in a pretense of asking for food but Baji new better.

he knew your cat was marking its territory and it made his blood boil

Now back to the present, from where he was seated Baji sent the cat an evil eye only for it to return it with a smug look before leaning into your arms and purring loudly for Baji to hear. When you cooed at your little bundle of fur and peppered it with kisses the cat sent Baji a taunting look

'This lil shit' Baji's eye twitched in annoyance

The cat further nuzzled its head to you and brought its paw up to tap on your face to which you absolutely melted in response. Baji sent a loud sigh hoping to catch your attention but your back was still turned to him causing him to clench his jaw a bit.

He didn't come here to be ignored, he thought as he made his way to you who was still rocking your white-haired cat around your arms like a baby.

"Oi, (N/n)," he said peering over your shoulder to lock eyes with your cat, both of them sending eachother the nastiest glare. Upon hearing his voice you gave Baji an award-winning smile before setting your cat down. When Baji saw this he smugly huffed a small laugh almost escaping him as he looked towards your cat who looked appalled to be let down on the floor.

"Dya wanna go out and eat?" He asked almost a little too happily but you dont question it.

"I feel like having something warm tonight, can we do that?" you ask with a smile as you rummage through your closet to find something suitable to wear for this late october weather.

"Anythinng you want, let's just head out." Baji scans his eyes around the room but your cat was no where in sight, 'where the hell is that little shit?'

Just after the though passed his mind a crash came from the other room prompting both you and Baji to look at each other before creeping in the other room to investigate.

You moved to turn the lights on and to yours but not Baji's surprise both you come face to face with your cat that dropped a plant pot on itself and was faking a limp as it alternated its paws into getting to you in which you giggled at before scooping it into your arms

"Awe baby," you say cooing at (c/n) and baji was trying to find it in himself not to roll his eyes already somewhat internally fuming hearing you call this cat 'his' nickname drove him over the edge even more. No way in hell was he sharing that nickname with that attention-seeking creature

He was baby! not this, this cat. Sure he did have a soft spot for animals but your new cat was definitely the exception to that

He huffed and wrapped his arms around you and you sent him a questioning look but he ignored you when he looked your cat in the eye and bit down on your shoulder and slid up towards your neck and took another bite.

"Mine," he growls at your cat before continuing to pepper kisses by your neck.

koko

cmon lets be honest we know him as someone who's business minded and only does things that would benefit him especially when he was the captain of the elite guard of the black dragons

but outside of his business minded nature koko has this quite sly and charming and more boyish side that pops out

it's playful even

but when it comes to the topic of biting, he's pretty sadistic and does it more for his pleasure

he takes great pride when he has you squirming and whining under his arms right after taking a nip out of your skin

he's stick his tongue out at you before proceeding to hug your back and would playfully nip at you again

and thats when you hear his miraculous laughs as he chides you he wouldn't do it again but you both know it isn't true

if you even dare bite him back, a wrong move on your part, because you have unleashed koko's inner dom

like baji he would try and size you up but would be smug about it

The first time you bit him, he gave you a smirk as he raised an eyebrow at you

"oh?" "you wanna try doing that again princess?"

koko as much as he has a biting kink with the preference of giving

his type of physically receiving from you would be lingering touches or whenever your nails would graze and scratch at his skin

it has him taking a deep breath and letting out a hiss, sometimes even tilting his head back ever so slowly and letting a sigh escape his lips

He wouldn't admit it but he loves the feeling of your nails against his skin be it running them on it gently or even squeezing and scratching

he's feral for it

on the innocent side he's soft for scalp scratches doe

draken

okay so the kink came as a surprise to him

he doesn't like biting you cause he's afraid to hurt you so he refrains from doing that unless you ask him to or iif it happens on the heat of the moment

but receiving it?

yes.

You can say both of you never saw it coming when it first happened

It was if a new side to him was unlocked

on a sexual note he groaned the first time it ever happened

to have someone like you, so small to be trying to assert somewhat of dominance over him a 6ft tall boy

it was interesting but he'll let you take the reigns

plus he thinks its pretty hot how you were all over him

on a domestic note though he love love loves it when you bite at him

loves it when you're on his lap kissing his neck and occasionally biting

or even when you're out in public and give him a loving nip

he wouldn't even be fazed even if he was surrounded by members of toman

he'll even let out a small smile at it

(follows the events during the Toman meeting during ep4)

You promised to meet Draken at Musashi shrine for their Toman meeting. After having bailed out on your scheduled date thrice for Toman but today he promised that right after the meeting he was all yours and you were holding him onto that promise.

So waiting by the parked motorbikes by the foot of the shrine

'perhaps the meeting started already' you think but you don't see draken's beloved zephyr, probably the closest thing you had to a competition for the blonde's heart

In the corner of your eye you see a couple walking by the shrine, 'a date?' pretty weird place to have a date at night for, plus I doubt some of the members of Toman would like it if there were a couple of trespassers by the gang's official meeting place, especially tonight when there was apparently something big going on.

You continue to stare at the couple who just stood there standing just as you did.

You let out a hum as you turn your phone on in search for Draken's contact rereading a few of your messages just to see if you arrived on time or not. Your eyes trailed once again, 'they look cute together' you smile at that thought but wonder if that's what people thought of you and Draken. You shook your heads to take the negativity out of your head and that's when you hear the roar of engines nearing.

The headlights were blinding and the sounds of the engines echoed around the vicinity as if to announce the presence of Toman, it had you smiling, they were dramatic as always.

The bikers circled the couple, who looked really frightened and intimidated by the action. The young girl with pink hair, who you assume was around your age hid behind her blonde boyfriend. They don't seem to notice you or if they did they didn't care to gang up on you probably knowing you were affiliated with the vice captain.

"This ain't a freaking exhibition! Get the hell outta hear!" You hear one of the members yell, walking towards the couple. You notice that the blonde boy looked frazzled as a few of other gang members sized him up

"What the crap do you want?!" the same member sneered

"Want us to kill you?"

The blonde hair male responded but that only seemed to rile up the men more as he now fisted the blonde boy's shirt.

"Huh?! Do you even know what place this is imbicile?"

"Who the heck told you to come to a Toman meeting place huh?!"

Without thinking you ran up to them and grabbed the hand of the male firsting the shirt of the blonde hair's

"As a matter of fact I did," you say glaring at the Toman member, "You shouldn't harass my friends like that."

"Eh (Y/n)?" you hear a familiar voice say, "Could you be Takemicchi?"

You then looked between Mitsuya and the boy you know now as 'Takemicchi' who weakly responded a yes

"Why are you scaring the president's guests?" Mitsuya growls as he lightly kicks the member by the back only for them to meekly respond a sorry before running of, careful not to get in trouble with their squad captain.

"I'm sorry for that," you tell them, "I'm (y/n)!" you say before Mitsuya prompts them to follow him, probably to lead them to where Mikey was since they were his guests. You followed in a distance behind them since it kind of clicked that where Mikey was Draken must be there too, right?

"Sorry for calling you all of a sudden," You hear Mikey's voice call from a distance, "Why are you bringing your wife along?"

"I had no idea," Takemicchi replies with his hand scratching his head

"Oh Hina, sorry for scaring you last time" you hear the voice of your boyfriend say, 'hmmm what was that all about'

Leaving your thoughts at bay you ran to your boyfriend and glomping him in a hug. You can feel the confused glances of the couple behind you as you feel draken slide his arm around your waist and you gave him a peck by his chin and nipped at his neck. He leans his chin to rest on your head and unknown to you he had a small smile on his face.

"So gross Ken-chin," Mikey teased

"Fuck off Mikey!" Draken barked and you only giggled at their banter.

"Eh Draken and (y/n)?!" You hear Takemicchi exclaim from behind you and you feel draken's arm lightly hold you firmer and closer to him in a somewhat protective manner.

"You know (y/n)?" You hear your boyfriend question, his voice growing a tone or so lower

You pat his chest before turning to meet eyes with the couple from earlier and smiled, "Kinda a long story," turning back to him you nipped by his neck in reassurance knowing it would calm him down, "No need to worry Ken"

Takemitchy could say he's never seen Draken so whipped for someone, someone so tall and burly to be tamed by someone as mouse like yourself. It was cute to say the least.

NOTE: okay damn i feel kinda bad for not writing a story for koko's but aaaaaa this was originally really supposed to be a hc fic but i couldn't help it with baji and then i got an idea for draken's aaaaaaaaaa okay I might right a continuation fic for koko but that's a mission for tomorrow I guess but for now enjoyyy!

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚎 (𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 & 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗) 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝), 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎��𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙*𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛! 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 × 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚊𝚗 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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The young female looked at the male in front of her in an appalled manner.

"Umm.....what?" She could not believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

Her boyfriend however didn't seem bothered by her reaction nor did the overly enthusiastic smile on his face brush off.

"How do you feel about helping me make a sex tape?" He repeated his previous request.

The girl raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if perhaps he was still drunk from the previous night in which he and some of the other members decided to act like dumb teens and got wasted in their dorm, resulting in him drunk calling his girlfriend and her coming over to help out the oldest and the tallest member control the other 6 men who were going berserk.

"When did you even get an idea like that?" She questioned him.

"Last night actually."

She threw her hands up and huffed.

"That's it. I'm not letting you anywhere near any alchohol for the next year." She swore to herself.

"Awww Y/N, baby, come on, don't be like that. Hear me out."

Taking one of her arms, he pressed her body against his, both of them still warm given it hadn't been long since they got out of the comfort of the bed. With one hand caressing her lower back and the other running itself through her hair, Hongjoong began to lazily press kiss across her jaw, knowing fully well it was a weakness to get her to give in.

"Think about how pretty you'll look. I'll edit it so you look even more beautiful. It'll be like one of those romantic adult films we watch together, and I know for a fact you like watching the explicit scenes."

Y/N let out a soft and shy giggle at being called out like that. She had often wondered, even out loud, how actors could actually go forth with such erotic scenes. She had to admit she admired their courage for doing them so effortlessly.

"Are you sure it's not something you wanna film to take with you whenever you're oversea? Watch a replay of you fucking me dumb?"

Now it was Hongjoong's turn to blush red. Y/N noticed how he swallowed hard, meaning there was something else.

"Hongjoong..... you were suggesting that you film us having sex...right?"

Hongjoong's eyes began to waver nervously.

"Well um...I was actually thinking more along the lines of....... someone else.....fucking you.." He stammered the last parts out.

"Are you serious?!" Y/N pushed him off her in a horrified manner, her hands fanning her face as she felt herself getting hot all of a sudden.

"Come on. You're acting like it's illegal or something. No one else besides us, and I guess the third person, will know about it." He tried to convince her.

"It's not illegal but it is insane. Who did you even think would agree to something like this?" She crossed her arms, waiting to hear what brilliant idea he came up with.

"I was hoping one of the guys would be a willing-"

"No way! That'd be even more embarrassing! It already gets awkward whenever one of them accidentally walks around with no shirt on around me, how could I possibly look at them in the face after we fuck?"

Not willing to listen to her crazy boyfriend, Y/N picked up her bag and reminded him to drink lots of water before sauntering out of his room, waving goodbye to Seonghwa who was in the kitchen and leaving before Hongjoong made things more embarrassing for her. Slumping down on the kitchen table, Hongjoong had a huge pout on his face.

"Lover's quarrels?" His same age friend asked as he began rinsing the dishes.

"Something like that." Hongjoong sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will figure it out. One of you ends up giving in sooner or later." He assured him.

Seonghwa was indeed right. Even if either one of you said no at first, you'd always, always, end up giving in just to try something new. That thought made Hongjoong lighten up and he began to think more about how to put his plan in motion. Firstly, he needed to pick one of the members who not only would be comfortable doing something like that, but would match the needed sex appeal.

"Jongho is out of the question. He's never even dated anyone." Hongjoong began thinking, evaluating in his head all his possible candidates.

"Mingi isn't a good choice either, he already has a lot to deal with so I'm not even going to bother with him."

Hongjoong then thought about Yeosang. He was good looking, but the problem was Yeosang was extremely reserved, not to mention he and Y/N weren't very close to each other. It would be bad chemistry. And his roommate and best friend Wooyoung was a strict no.

"I already know that little brat has a little crush on my girlfriend. If anything letting him fuck her would be like giving a little kid a candy shop all to themselves. I need someone who has absolutely no romantic inclinations so afterwards everything can go back to normal."

Turning his head, Hongjoong scanned Seonghwa up and down. He seemed like a possible choice. He was tall, very handsome, he and Y/N got along very well, in fact he was the one closest to her besides him. He knew for a fact Seonghwa was not innocent or pure in the slightest bit. And he'd be very professional about it. It seemed there was no question about Seonghwa being the best candidate.

"Wait! But they're close. What if this plan backfires and I accidentally ruin their friendship?"

Hongjoong groaned as he realized this was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. His mind then thought about Yunho. Yunho would be perfect in the more erotic sense given his size. He was tall, lean but well built and with defined muscles. And it'd be pretty interesting to watch and see if his girlfriend would be able to take a monster cock like that cause Yunho was definitely packing a lot.

Getting up, Hongjoong seemed decided as he walked down the hallway to have a little chat with his favorite donsaeng. Just before he could knock on the door to his room, it actually opened by itself, or more like, someone else came out right at that moment. It was none other than San, whose recently dyed blonde hair was messy. His skin had somewhat of a glow to it even if he was suffering from a major hangover. He was completely shirtless, his honey abs looking amazing as usual. The sweatpants he was wearing were hanging low on him, the V line near his pelvis poking out. And to top off the visual, his nipples were sticking out due to the piercings that he had recently gotten, a naughty secret that he had kept well hidden for a while til Wooyoung ratted him out. Hongjoong had never actually seen them, but now that he did, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Hyung.....my head is killing me." San groaned loudly, one arm weakly holding him steady against the doorframe.

That tiny sound that came out of the younger male's mouth sealed the deal for Hongjoong. San was absolutely perfect.

"Sannie....... when you're feeling better, Hyung wants to talk to you about something."

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"You're looking especially lovely tonight my dear." Hongjoong looked at his girlfriend who was sitting patiently on her bed, wearing a cute off white two piece lingerie set.

"You always say things like that whenever I'm going to suck your dick." She pointed out, although it wasn't meant to be ill intended.

Hongjoong simply continued to have that suspicious smirk plastered on as he finished setting up the last camera, having placed several ones on different parts of the room to capture different angles of the scene that was about to take place in those 4 walls. On a small stand, he had already installed his laptop so he could monitor more closely all the shots being taken and to start or pause anything if needed. Glancing at the time, he knew it was only a matter of time before their guest arrived.

"You're taking awfully long for someone who was aching to get their dick wet." She snorted, wondering how on earth could Hongjoong be so calm and collected.

Hearing a knock on the door, Y/N raised an eyebrow as she was not expecting anyone, but it seemed Hongjoong wasn't fazed at all. He actually sprinted out of his seat in lighting speed to open the door.

"Yeah but it's not my dick that's getting wet." He sent her a wink.

Before she could even ask him what he meant, San was already being dragged inside the room. He too looked puzzled when he saw his older friend's girlfriend on the bed wearing something so daring.

"Wow! Ok! I take it I got here too early?" San asked as he covered up his face with his hands.

"No San, you're not early. You're right on time actually."

Slumping an arm around him, Hongjoong pulled him into the center of the room.

"He's the one getting his dick wet."

Once she realized what was happening, Y/N grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her scheming boyfriend.

"Kim Hongjoong! You liar! You told me that we were going to be filming a sex tape between ourselves!" She exclaimed.

"A what?!" A confused San shouted, now more embarrased than ever.

"I knew that if I told you both what I really wanted you here for neither of you would agree and would probably think I'm weird or something." Hongjoong tried to explain himself.

"Oh I don't think, I know you're weird, wanting one of your members and your girlfriend to fuck each other just so you could make a porn out of it."

San reddened furiously at her words, eyes looking everywhere but at Hongjoong or Y/N. By now he had already opted for just staying quiet as he listened to the couple banter back and forth amongst themselves.

"What made you think San, out of all people, would want to even touch me?"

That caught said man's attention.

"Wait, hold on. What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted at her, eyes narrowing into slits. Y/N could feel the immediate change in his demeanor.

"Well you know just that.....it's you we're talking about San. Do you know how many girls thirst over you? Why would you even bother looking at someone like me when you look like that?" She gestured at his body and face, trying to get her point across.

San felt somewhat offended by her statement. She made it out to be like he was superficial or that he only cared about looks. Moreover, he didn't like hearing her talk about herself in that way. Brushing past his Hyung, San came to stand in front Y/N, eyes peering down at her. Feeling the intensity of his stare bear down on her, especially given her state of near undress contrasting his full dressed self made her feel self conscious. When she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, San was having none of that as he suddenly gripped her wrists and held them in front of her face.

"And do you have any idea how many of us have checked you out even though we know that you belong to Hongjoong? Do you think some of us didn't feel bad when we found out he decided to take you for himself?"

His admittance not only shocked her but her boyfriend behind them, who had thought only one member had been disappointed when they announced that they were dating. Noticing her shocked expression, San leaned in and smiled at her innocently.

"Don't worry too much about me though, I was mostly disappointed at the fact that I might never get a chance to tap that cute ass of yours." He expressed with no hint of shame whatsoever. San drew his gaze down to fully look at her, admire her silhouette for the first time ever since he walked in the room.

"But now that I know Hyung wants someone to fuck his girlfriend...well.... it'd be my pleasure." He let out a low chuckle before pulling her against him, hands caressing the sides of her torso. Taking one of her hands, he brought it up to his face to place kisses on her palm. Turning to the man that was forgotten for a minute, San raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me right now if there's anything you definitely don't want me to do, otherwise I'm going to have my way with her as I like."

Hongjoong thought about it for a second, wondering if there was something he did not want.

"You're absolutely not allowed to leave hickeys on her. I don't mind you leaving red hand prints or even cumming inside her since that can be cleaned up or will fade in a coupe's hours."

Moving back to go sit on the chair next to the laptop, Hongjoong leaned back and stared at San with a warning glare.

"But I want absolutely nothing that will last for days. That's only for me to do."

San scoffed at how silly Hongjoong sounded, but nodded nonetheless. Meanwhile Y/N looked back and forth at their exchange with fascination. It was arousing hearing them talk about her as if she was nothing more than a mere sex object, and she was loving it.

"Oh and San? Remember I'm going to film this. Try to make it as interested as possible. I mean... if you can that is." Hongjoong smiled slyly, sending challenge to the younger member.

"Oh trust me. I'll fuck her like she's famous." San bragged.

Y/N watched as San began pulling his shirt over his head. Raking her eyes over his arms, abs and chest, they widened considerably when they saw the metal piercings on his nipples. One hand actually came to clasp around her open mouth, she was that surprised.

"Remember I told you not to baby him too much cause he's not actually a baby?" Hongjoong snickered at her reaction, actually finding it funny.

"Hey if it diverts attention from you, I don't care."

Pushing her back until they were right next to the bed, San cupped her face and leaned in, lips nearly kissing hers.

"Are you all right with this?" He wanted to get her consent before anything else.

Letting out a hum, Y/N wrapped her hands on the base of his neck.

"Fuck me like I'm famous." She repeated what he said before.

"Ok."

As soon as their bodies and mouths connected, Hongjoong's finger pressed record so as to not miss anything. Sitting back, he decided to enjoy the show, a satisfied smile on his face after seeing that everything had gone according to plan. Their lips molded perfectly against each other's, their makeout session rivaling those of some of the biggest and steamy ones they'd see on tv. Tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, Y/N successfully managed to get San to allow her access into his mouth. Her tongue settled against his and vice versa, muffled humming adding to the intensity of their kiss. San couldn't keep his hands off her lower back, eventually placing them right on her ass. Hongjoong inwardly patted himself on the back as he had deduced before that San was more of an ass man and now he was getting confirmation of it as he watched his hands cup and harshly squeeze his girlfriend's cheeks.

Not wanting only him to have his fun, Y/N thought it would be a good idea to test just how sensitive his nipples were. Sliding a hand up his torso, it pressed itself onto one of his pecs. She grinned when San emitted a whimper in her mouth when she pinched on his nipple, making sure to twist some of the piercing around.

"Oh my-" San groaned when her mouth detached itself from his in order to give attention to his nipples. He was whining and whimpering each time her tongue flicked around his buds and letting out choked gasps when her teeth would softly tug at them.

"Enjoying your new toy?" Hongjoong piped up, reminding them both that they were being watched.

"Just as much as you're enjoying me wreck your girl." San spat back at him, hissing when he suddenly felt Y/N sucked onto one of his nipples.

"Please. I've barely seen any action yet."

Hearing his taunting words, San pushed Y/N onto her knees, bringing her face close to the tent in his pants. Tilting her chin up, he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

"You have really pretty lips. All plump and pink.... I wonder how they'll look like if they're red, swollen and stuffed with my cock."

Making a quick work of his zipper, San pulled his jeans down along with his underwear, letting out his cock that was thick and well above average in length. Y/N licked her lips when she saw that the tip was glistening with precum that had dripped out when it was freed from its confinement. San was definitely bigger than Hongjoong, she wasn't going to deny that. She began to wonder if she could even fit that entire thing in her mouth, but she for sure wanted to try.

"I think the little cockslut is eager to suck you off San." Hongjoong sat up straighter in his seat, eyes focused on every detail in front of him.

"Is that right?"

Y/N exhaled softly when she felt San slap his cock against her cheek, running the tip on her cupid's bow.

"Go ahead. Just try and see if you can take me." He shot her a cocky grin.

Wanting to wipe that grin off his face, Y/N inserted the tip inside her mouth, keeping eye contact with San the entire time. She first tested the waters by slurping his head, indeed getting a reaction out of him since his thighs involuntarily shuddered. Feeling motivated, she slowly took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch he was slowly stuffing her full. Her cheeks hollowed out to help her fit him better, but still she gagged slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless she was proud of herself at being able to stuff his cock in her.

"Holy crap Y/N, are you trying to prove something?" Hongjoong stared in shock and arousal at seeing his significant other with another man's cock down her throat.

"Yeah, prove that she likes my cock better than yours." San gloated as he pulled her off his length only to stuff it back in and causing the female under him to let out a choked out gasp followed by a line of drool spilling onto the floor.

Grabbing her hair and pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail, San used it to keep her head up as he began a pattern of pulling out slowly only to force himself back inside her. He loved watching the messy scene in between his legs. Spit running down Y/N's chin, the corners of her eyes stained with tears, her muffled whines that were muted every time his shaft filled her mouth, the way his leader was sitting just a few feet away watching as his precious girlfriend was getting face fucked by someone else, San was enjoying it too much. His head was thrown back as he kept forcing his cock deep in her mouth, the loud slurping sounds of her swallowing around him complimenting the hisses and groans that were being exuded from his lips.

"Fuck! Oh my- are you ok with me cumming in your mouth?"

Judging by the way Y/N moaned around his organ and her hand cupped his balls to fondle them, San was taking that as a green light. Releasing her hair, he held onto the back of her head and pushed himself forcefully to and fro in her wet cavern, using it as leverage to help him reach his climax. Through shattered breath and clenched teeth, San's cum poured down her throat, hips stuttering and bucking further up to help him ride out his orgasm. When he pulled out, Y/N immediately gasped for air, her hair in complete disarray, lips darkened and wet with saliva.

"If that isn't one of the hottest images I've ever seen." Hongjoong added his input. He always did love seeing what a mess Y/N turned into after getting her pretty and delicate face fucked and abused.

Y/N smiled over at her boyfriend, looking at the tent in his pants before sending him a flirty wink accompanied by a swipe of tongue across her lips.

"You can suck him off after I'm done with you baby, but right now, I want you focused on me." San made her turn her attention back to him as he lifted her off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. He showed no hesitation as he practically ripped her underwear off her body before tossing it behind him, making sure it landed on Hongjoong's lap.

"Jerk yourself off with that in the meantime cause you're not getting her back for a while."

Toying with the fabric in his hand, Hongjoong sneered at the younger male.

"Trust me, I have more self control than you'd think." He assured him.

"Let's see about that."

Getting down on his knees to be at eye level with her wet and shining folds, San dived in and began consuming her taste. His tongue moved languidly around her slit, savoring her taste on his tongue. Y/N's hands gripped and clutched the blanket underneath her, causing it to wrinkle up from how hard she was tugging at them. Her breath hitched whenever San gave all of his attention to her clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh until it began developing a slightly reddish tint. Her lips were also becoming engorged as San continued his assault on her mound, face practically buried inside her thighs. All throughout it, Hongjoong just took in every sharp intake of breath and every scrunched up expression Y/N made. It gave him joy to know she was definitely enjoying herself, her pleasure always been something he took into consideration.

"Good to see you know how to eat a girl out Sannie. I was afraid I was going to have to step in and show you why rapper are superior." He couldn't help himself but boast, after all, he had pride in being able to get a girl to cum multiple times with just his tongue.

Ignoring the older man's words, San gripped her thighs to hold her down. His tongue sped up as it slurped and slithered all over her heat, applying just enough pressure with his broad strokes across her labia folds. The girl on top of him tried to move his face away from her body as she felt the blood rushing down to her legs, face becoming heated as she knew she would burst any moment. She blamed Hongjoong for this, having spoiled and played around so much with her pussy that she was overly sensitive whenever she received oral sex. The fire pooling in her lower abdomen was about to explode.

"Ah! San- please!"

Muscles tightening and her upper body writhing, Y/N couldn't hold back as she began pumping out her orgasmic juices, her back falling back on the mattress while her mind blocked out anything that wasn't the immense feeling that was taking over her senses at the moment. San lapped up her juices generously, feeling smug about getting her to cum, although he knew it wouldn't be the only time she would be doing that. Sitting up, he allowed her to catch her breath and regain her senses before he continued with what he had in store.

Hongjoong looked with curiosity as San made Y/N sit back up and turned her over on all fours. Hongjoong couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

"You're gonna fuck her doggy style? Can't you be more creative?"

San didn't let his words deter him, he simply unclipped Y/N's bra and removed it from her body.

"I told you I was gonna fuck her like she's famous and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

His hands roamed across her body, caressing the curves and dips of her hips as he pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks. Y/N pushed her ass further back, impatient at the thought of having her hole filled up by him.

"See? Even she wants to be fucked like a little bitch in heat."

Y/N couldn't suppress the moan escaping her lips at being degraded like that.

"Wow, you're such a whore." Hongjoong mused when he heard her reaction.

"You offered this whore to your friend now suck it up and watch him pound my pussy." She giggled softly.

"Oh baby, I'm not just going to pound this pussy. I'm aiming to destroy it."

Lining himself against her hole, San slowly sunk his length deep into her walls. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her warmth that it took everything in him not to start fucking her right then. He made sure to give her time to adjust to his size.

"Hyung do you not fuck her enough? She's unbelievably tight and she feels too good." San grunted, dick twitching inside her as it ached for any sort of movement.

Hongjoong did not hide his displeased face.

"I fuck her quite often thank you very much."

San clicked his tongue in a cocky way.

"Whatever you say."

Y/N cried out in a high pitched tone when San suddenly pulled out only to plunge himself back into her. He set a merciless rhythm as his cock tore her walls open, stretching them as far as they could go, a stinging yet delicious burn heating her up. Strangled noises proceeded to spill forward from her throat mixing in perfectly with the sound of their skin smacking against each other. Shifting angles so his dick could hit against her g-spot every time it was shoved inside her, San's skin was already emitting that after sex glow, sweat beads forming on his temples. He looked completely focused, eyes trained on her ass cheeks that bounced with each of his thrusts. Unable to resist the urge, he brought one hand up so it could slap her skin.

"Oh s-shit!" She exclaimed, the force and unexpected smack on her bum nearly had her upper body collapsing on the bed.

"Can you smack her a little harder?" If Y/N wasn't so caught up with San fucking her so harshly, she would have noted the nearly sadistic tone in her boyfriend's voice.

"Just tell me if I can't take it baby." San caressed the patch of skin he had just slapped.

"Trust me, she can. She enjoys a little pain every now and then." Her boyfriend dished on that dirty little secret.

One slap was soon followed by several more. San made sure to alternate between each of her butt cheeks. Y/N's wailing began to get increasingly louder and frantic, her ass stinging every time San's hand smacked it, making a majority of it turn a deep red color. But he made sure that it wouldn't leave any bruising or anything of that sort remembering Hongjoong's previous rule.

"Damn you're so fucking loud."

The shocked gasp coming out her mouth was half muffled when San pushed her head against one of the pillows, effectively burying her loud mouth into the sheets.

"San didn't you said you'd fuck her like she's famous? Then why cover up her screaming?" Hongjoong pondered, one hand rubbing at the top of his thigh.

"Scream? You wanna really hear her scream?"

Yanking her back up from her hair, Y/N only managed to catch her breath for one second before she felt herself flipped onto her back. The intrusion of San's large cock was just as seering as the first one but it was welcomed nonetheless by her walls fluttering around his cock. One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, his brutal pace heightening the build up in her stomach. Her fleshy mound was extremely swollen and had a pinkish red tint to it. Knowing how vulnerable she was, San licked his fingers before taking them out of his mouth only to have them come down on her clit.

"Oh-oh fuck!" Y/N threw her head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight with tears staining the corners of them as she felt slap after slap on her throbbing and pulsating pussy.

"You like that you little whore? Yes you do, you clench around me every time I do this." San smirked when he placed one final blow on her tender flesh that was responsive to any of his touches.

Y/N was starting to see white flashes of light in her vision, unable to hear or feel anything that wasn't the grazing inside her wetness. With whimpered crying, her arms and upper body writhed uncontrollably as San's hips continued jolting up into her, shaky breaths and pants keeping her from forming any coherent words as her juices poured out of her body. Feeling her heat cover him completely, San trailed not far behind her as his cock twitched and his seed painted her insides.

"Ah fuck!"

He jerked himself until he made sure to fill her to the brim, not satisfied until he had spurted out the last drop of cum he had in him to release. When he pulled out of her hole, he let out a groan of accomplishment as the white and milky like secretion seeped out of her hole, some of it glistening against her folds.

"You capturing that well Hyung?" San turned to Hongjoong.

"Oh trust me, it's all coming out beautifully." He answered as he looked at the computer screen, fingers working unbelievably quick to make sure to save the raw video in his files.

Getting up to go clean himself up on the bathroom, San picked up his clothes that were discarded on the floor. Before he could walk out the door, he was about to ask Y/N if she wanted to join him but she was already busying herself by kneeling in front of her boyfriend.

"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?"

Humming softly as she began undoing Hongjoong's belt, Y/N replied with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe later. Right now I gotta take care of my handsome man, after all, he's been sitting here with a hard ass boner." She chuckled as his dick sprang free.

"God, I love you so much baby."

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Wh. What's the Incident.

Alright. Buckle the fuck up, my lasses and lads and nonbinary chads. Today we're hearing about:

THE INCIDENT

(or: how Hope's opinion on coffee went from "will drink in emergency" to "ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT")

Picture a slightly babier Hope. Tiny and loud as hell, this little blonde bespectacled sophomore girl (for non-Americans, I was around 16) filled with the hubris that discovering high school theater had brought me and taking too many AP classes. That year, I took two, out of... thirteen total? (And I passed most of them, to the detriment of most of my mental health. Kids, don't take AP classes, or at least not the amount that I did.)

Obligatory fuck College Board, moving on.

That year, I had AP US History, and AP Music Theory, in that order. Both tests were on Fridays, the second a week after the first. This is important because the final review project the teacher for music theory was having us due was due a week before that exam.

This would have been a nonissue, except that this is me and I either get my work done weeks in advance or I'm procrastinating at the last minute. The smart thing to do would have been the former.

Obviously, because this is me we're talking about, I did the latter. If memory serves I'd finished the actual project with plenty of time to spare for a good night's sleep, but my mother's printer chose then to stop functioning halfway through printing it. (It was a themed study guide, I had a lot of fun making it and a lot less fun printing it.) I ended up staying up way later than usual, and by the time I finally cut my losses and went to bed...

...well. Getting up at ass o'clock the next morning, in order to drive nearly an hour to my high school for an AP exam starting at 8 AM... was suddenly looking even less appealing than usual.

It'll be fiiine, I thought, dragging myself out of bed like a zombie. I'll just chug some coffee. Tastes like shit but hey, Mom drinks it all the time and she only gets tired suddenly and coincidentally when I want to do something fun with her, so what could go wrong?

(A lot of things, as it turns out.)

(Also, babier me had yet to realize the depth of how fucked up the woman who birthed me was, and how much she'd fucked me up, but this ain't about her.)

So. Ate breakfast, yoinked a travel mug full of the coffee Mom drinks, and chugged it on my drive to school. That alone wasn't too bad, though I was getting a bit of a stomachache. I'd had worse, though. Besides, it was exam day and I didn't dress up as a lesbian cowboy with my then-crush for this class to not come out of it with the college credit I so rightly deserved.

Really, though, if a stomachache was the worst I got out of chugging a mug of crap-tasting coffee, I probably wouldn't have sworn it off for good. I would have relegated it back to the spot it had held up 'til then, which could be summed up as "drink in case of emergency."

I wasn't feeling too tired by the time I got to school. In fact, I was feeling like maybe I could actually do this. But I knew I'd crash eventually, and I did not want that to happen during the roughly four hours worth of exam ahead of me, and so I made a decision that would get me hubris-checked hard.

Y'see, some kind souls (mostly our teacher, who we'd all dubbed Mr. Bro because that's what his actual name shortened to and he was, in fact, quite chill for a history teacher at that school) had brought breakfast for our class. Which was good, because I hadn't eaten much at home, and was bad, because breakfast included some coffee from Starbucks. I didn't even know they sold it in containers you could fill smaller cups from. Apparently they did.

Within the... roughly half an hour, give or take a few, that I had before the exam started, I refilled my travel mug and drained it again twice. By then, well. I was feeling a little jittery, but I figured it would go away eventually. Jitters were good, right? Jitters meant that I'd be faster at taking the test.

The moment of truth, after a frantic thirty minutes spent desperately reviewing via Kahoot and chugging Starbucks coffee that tasted marginally less crappy than whatever my mom made, finally arrived. We all shuffled off to the gym. Made sure we had our number two pencils and water bottles and everything.

I walked into the gym...

...and then I woke up at home, in my bed, the next morning.

I did piece together what had happened later from context clues. According to my friends, I'd acted normal enough after the exam, if really, really, really jittery. And obviously I did okay enough in the exam, because I got a 4. (Scores go from 1-5, with anything above a 3 being a pass and usually only 4s or 5s being good enough for college credit.)

But, y'know. Funny thing, I don't like not remembering what I did! Even if it was probably a whole lot of mind-numbing boring shit that my brain probably did me a favor by forgetting. I'll probably be a blackout drinker, which I fully intend to test once I turn twenty-one in the safety of my own home with my dad, the Lord of the Rings trilogy of movies, and a TV Tropes drinking game I've had bookmarked in anticipation of that moment for as long as I can remember.

But, uh, yeah.

That's why I don't drink coffee anymore, ever.

Because I'm a blackout coffee drinker, and it seems incredibly ridiculous to type it out now, but. That sure was a thing that happened. In fairness, that probably also happened because I chugged so much in such a short period of time, but like... it doesn't even taste good? And it tends to make my stomach hurt.

It's probably the wildest story I've heard for someone not drinking coffee, but I'm sure someone else somewhere on the internet has a wilder one.

#long post #storytime with hope #coffee #if anyone has a funnier/more specific name #like the ___ incident #I am open to suggestions!#ask to tag

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i-writes-things · 3 years

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The Secret.

Part 7 Finale pt.1

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+ \) Platonic, Angst

summary- The newest Avenger keeps a big secret from the rest if the team....

Warnings- swearing, mentions of death, Gunshots and torture

I made this gif*

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? ha! I am Zemo, Baron Zemo. I hear you are a Avenger now?" he asks "no?" he asks again

...

"Well if your not going to talk to me then you just might respond when we put your son, Jake on. hmm, how does sound."

"I'm not telling you anything!" You shout at Zemo

~~~~~

Natasha speed walks down the halls of the Compound into the kitchen, stopping to talk with them about you.

"Guys-"

"Nat, glad you could make an appearan-"

"Y/n is missing, and I think I know where." she says worriedly

There are many responses to this, but mainly concerned faces

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"No that won't work it's Hydra-" Natasha responds

"Knew it!" says Steve pointing to Tony

The team comes up with a plan and heads to your last known location, which funny enough is where you are.

~~~~~

"Aggh!" You scream as the electricity runs through your nervous system, leaving you extremely exhausted.

"You feeling ready to talk yet?" Zemo asks politely, but his demeanor only makes you more angry with him

You hesitate, but shake your head "no" you snap at him

"Well we have tortured you enough physically." He chuckles and walks out of the room, leaving you to be confused.

Two men enter and slap duck tape over your mouth and tie your hands together as tight as possible, they lead you out of the room.

Hearing only the silent footsteps of the two men and your breathing

You know now isn't the best time, but probably the only time you will have the chance.

One of the two men would be luckier than the other in this situation.

Knocking one to the ground and kicking the other in the groin, both going to the ground but that wasn't enough, they would get back on there feet any second, you had to think fast...

It felt like hell, but you kept pulling your hands through the rope, giving you a burning sensation in your hands as you kept going, one of them was getting to there feet.

"Com- Come on" you groaned to yourself

The guy pulled you away from the hook on the wall that you had the rope on trying to pull it off of your hands.

But in his doing so, your hands slipped through the rope and you got straight to work, elbowing the man and pinning him against the opposite wall punching the shit out of him, he fell to the floor unconscious.

The other man still on the ground holding his groin in pain. You hit his groin again over his hands and punching him in the face, knocking the lights out of him. You finally put the two in a closet together and left..

~~~~~

"So, Hydra really has her?" Thor asks in disgust

"I think so." Natasha says giving him a sad look.

"And her 'son' what about him, is he here?" Tony asks.

Steve is looking at Natasha for an answer.

"That, I don't know." She looks down, mad at herself for not trying to find him first for you.

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The east wing is quiet. Should it be this quiet Romanoff?" Steve asks through comms

"For Hydra, they sure as hell know how to hide." she responds

"It seems the western side of this 'base' is also quite soundless." Thor says quietly

"Hey, Natasha there are a few life forms coming up ahead, they look pretty immobile, though." Bruce says obstervantly looking at his screen from the Quinjet

"Ahead, where?" she asks Bruce "The closest closet, up to your left."

She opens the door, gun in hand.

"They're unconscious, Banner. Could Y/n have done this?"Natasha asks the team

"Maybe." Tony sounds sure

"That silly misguardian, what has she done now." Thor says lovingly

"A total possibility." Steve responses with everyone else

"She sure as hell tried." Clint says finally speaking up "I was going through Hydra's camera footage, and there is some alarming stuff going on, in the North wing, I-" He grunts, taking a few steps back "I'd love some team spirt, and some help..." He says almost yelling with heavy breaths over comms

"On our way Clint." Steve reassures Clint, as everyone heads to the North wing in the HYDRA base

~~~~~

"Clint watch out!" You yell going to tackle him out of the way, but instead he gets sucker punched in the face by non other than Revenger Steve. You end up tackling him instead. You both on the ground, you go at him punching the shit out of his "pea brained asshole!" type of face, but before you are able to do enough damage, another Revenger pulls you off Steve. Throwing you against the opposite wall.

"Th- thor is that you?" You say head swirling.

"No. I am ThunderMan." Revenger Thor says steadily, picking you up in the air by your throat.

"Wel- your-" You gasp for air trying to break his grasp around your neck

Finally. The rest of your team was making there way into the room, slightly confused.

Natasha didn't waste time she charged Revenger Thor and got him off you in seconds.

Gasping for breath you thank her.

"Nat. They have- Robot versions of all of us.." You breath out "There clothes are different colors though."

"Is your son here?" she asks, kneeling over you

More Revengers come crashing through the ceiling as she shields you from the ruckus.

"If they do, I know where. I'll be fast." You say fast

"No. Your not going alone." Natasha says stopping you, giving you the look knowing it was her or you weren't going at all.

"Me and Y/n are headed to find her son, we'll be back Rogers." She smirks, running with you out of the room and down the hall.

~~~~~

The chaos that was now behind you and Natasha, knowing the guys would be fine without you, you relax, not fully though your son was probably in danger.

"Y/n/n?" Natasha asks you innocently

"Hmm?" You look over at Natasha walking with her down a long hallway

"Why didn't you tell us?" she was looking at you now

"I didn't want the world to know about him, the danger this job brings to me, is so great already. I couldn't pull him into that danger, the thought that he might be kidnapped at any moment, that's too much stress for me.." You chuckle looking at the tiled flooring ahead of you

"So I'm guessing, all the late meeting arrivals and being so stressed on missions. They all pertain to him, Jake?" She asks and you look up to her at his name.

"Yeah." You chuckle it off again, but there is only silence from her "Sorry. For everything. I should told you guys so much earlier about Jake and I just didn't, it was a shitty mistake, I'm sorry Nat." you say flatly turning a corner, finally realizing where the room is, before Nat could say anything else to you, you were going at a run to the sadly familiar door.

"Y/n?!" Natasha shouts at you as you stumble to open the door

"They- kept him her-" The door swings open with a loud slam against the wall.

You couldn't believe the site. Jake was sitting a chair, in a large glass tube, looking extremely scared til he noticed his mommy was in front of him.

Natasha is shocked walking up next to you.

"Is that-?" She asks shaken

"Yes-" You breath out

"Momma!" Jake shouts in joy

"Momma look!" He pointed to his head

"Hat!" He had a hat on, one you knew too well.

"No!" You shout and run up to the glass, breaking it after a few good punches to a weak spot.

Zemo runs in yelling, shots are fired, but from who and at who you don't know yet, all that matters is that Jake is alright..

He is crying by the time you pick him, holding him close, telling him "It's ok... It's ok, baby. Mommy's here." You hold him and seeing that Natasha had shot Zemo a few different times and took out 5 or so Hydra minions, She looked at the site of you with your son, she was happy for you, but all of you had to leave. Now.

~~~~~

"Tony? Are you Tony or are you Tony?!" "It's me Sir Captain O captain!!" Yelled one of the Tony's waving there arms in the air, Steve immediately obliterating that Tony.

"How'd you know that wasn't me, Cap?" Tony asking now fighting robot Thor.

"You don't talk like that, Stark." He says breaking off Revenger Nat's full left arm and hitting her with it to the ground.

"You know Rogers, I didn't think you would betray me this fast." Robot Natasha says flirtatiously to him as Steve finally pulls the cords out of her head.

Her voice breaks up and finally goes off line, as Revenger Steve picks up Steve and pushes him up against a wall.

"You touch my girlfriend again, I'll kill you." Revenger Steve exclaims

"She already is big guy." Steve says upsetting Revenger Steve further, and punches Steve full force leaving him stunned and trying to regain his strength, but the kicking, punches and shield body slams are not helping at all.

"Clint you seem to be quite out breath?" Thor asks him trying to hold Revenger Hulk away from everyone

"Yeh, I am one of the only Avengers that doesn't have a super power, so yeah I'm getting tired Thor." He says flatly, shooting a few arrows at Revenger Hulk.

"We could use Banner, right about now!" Tony yells "Where is he anyway?"

"He's out in the Quinjet. Tony you literally were the one to make him stay there." You say over comms rushing down the long hallway back towards everyone, Natasha stops you in the middle of the hall.

"Go. Get Bruce for us will you?" She looks down at Jake and back up to you. "Get Jake..." Jake looks up at Natasha at his name "..and yourself safe in the Quinjet, we can handle this." she says pointing her thumb to the chaos that was right ahead.

She smiled sincerely at you, something she hadn't done in a long time. You returned it quickly. Yelling over your shoulder to not die at Natasha as you and Jake leave to get Bruce.

~~~~~

On your way out you hear someone groaning in pain.

You walk into the room, the same room you had just taken Jake from.

Seeing Zemo lying on the ground with a shot in his leg and two in his stomach, blood flooded the ground

"Y/n. Help me." He groans out

You look down at him, hand over Jake eyes so he doesn't have to see the gruesome site that is a dying Zemo.

"No." You say steadily "Hydra will die, as with you." you says flatly and leave

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"Bruce! Bruce! They need the Hulk. Now." You say running into the Quinjet

"You have a so-??" You set Jake down to push Bruce out of the huge jet, watching him run off, turning into The Hulk and jumping over the building to go fight.

You quickly make sure Jake is inside the jet before putting it on lock down.

After a few minutes

"Mommy?" Jake whines

"What's up?" You ask him looking over the controls of the jet.

"You were all gone." he says upset that you weren't there for him.

You stop what you were doing and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek "I know I was, and they won't ever get to us again, ok?" he nods in response and you hug him close hearing the faint crash of Hulk breaking into the base

~~~~~

"AAAGGGGGGG!!" Hulk swings in crashing a new hole in the ceiling towering over the other smaller Revenger Hulk, Smashing him to bits in seconds.

He didn't know the difference of who was who, so Barton and Stark almost got smashed, but Thor was the one to throw the Revengers at Hulk so he could just smash them, this worked for maybe 10 minutes before he smashed Thor into the ground.

Leaving everyone horrified, Hulk yelled and jumped out of the large room, hearing him stomp on the floor above them, dust falling from the ceiling as he went by.

So far only Natasha, Hulk, Thor, and Tony was down on the Revengers, and only Clint and Steve to go which was a very unfair fight, but there robots why would they care.

So they fought. It was a quick fight, Natasha fighting Revenger Clint to the ground, and Steve punching the fuck out of em. Thor threw his hammer at Revenger Steve, which turned out he caught it. Throwing it back at Thor, knocking him out. Clint shot the last strike to his Robot. Revenger Steve was going to be a bit more trouble, once he got sight of Natasha he melted thinking that was his girlfriend. Steve got jealous of himself. Steve finished Revenger Steve off in a matter of minutes.

Finally done battling, they all rushed to the Quinjet.

~~~~~

Everyone walks onto the Quinjet wrapping you and Jake into a group hug.

They all went there separate ways to clean wounds or get the Quinjet out of here, you go and sit the launch bay, It was quiet there. Jake needed to sleep, after being up for almost 2 days straight.

Natasha had finally found you.

"You know, I have missed you." She says and you look up at her

"Well, I haven't been very far." You look back down at your sleeping son

Nat comes sits next to you

"I'm just glad your safe, Y/n/n"

"I'm just glad we are on good terms again Nat."

She gives you a side hug

"I'll leave you two alone, and Tony said he was having a party later tonight, I don't know why in gods name he would have a party right now, but it's Tony so." She slightly smiles at you, doing the same you watch her leave

Finally looking down at your sleeping son, Jake, you smile

"Were finally safe." You say quietly to him and kiss his forehead

Your secret was safe, with the Avengers, you knew they would protect you forever.

Ahhhhh!! ‼️ This story was very fun to write and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them I mainly do platonic stories!! ❤️❤️ I can try to write for any marvel character but the ones on my master list are the characters I am most familiar with!

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hoforhaechan · 3 years

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A Warm Winters Night - Lucas ff

TW: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Lucas x female reader, SMUT, domlucas, sex toys, overstimulation, oral sex, protected sex, sex with other people in the house but not really exhibitionism

You smiled to yourself when you pulled up outside the large log cabin that your boyfriend had booked for everyone to stay in for a few nights to celebrate the new year. "You like it babe?" he said with a little smile. You nodded. He leaned in closer to you and you shivered when you felt his warm breath near your ear as he whispered into it "the rooms are pretty big too." You giggle and he pecks you on the lips before you go in and wait for the others to arrive.

You're not the best at remembering names so you make a mental note of everyone a few times. You've known Ten and Johnny for a while because Lucas used to take you on double dates with them but you were only vaguely familiar with the rest of the members. And you definitely didn't know their girlfriend's names.

There's Kun and his girlfriend Andrea (who prefers to be called Annie) , Ten and Johnny, Xiaojun and his girlfriend Paige, Hendery and his girlfriend Hannah, Yangyang and his girlfriend Elise, and Winwin and his boyfriend Yuta. You greet all of them and after having a few drinks and talking for a while you really start to like them. Or, well, most of them.

You've all decided to play a board game and Lucas and you are winning but you can tell that a certain someone is not happy with those results. Annie starts laughing and says, "This is boring let's do body shots" and she flips the board and all the pieces onto the floor. Lucas stands up and says "What the actual fuck Annie?" Kun and you try to calm down the situation but the two of them just start screaming at each other until Annie screams, "YOU USED TO BE FUN BEFORE YOU STARTED DATING THAT SLUT" and she gave you a death stare. You were about to clap back at her but you didn't have time before Lucas left the room and you heard the front door slam. "Shit. " you said, "You better hope he's right outside or I will hurt you." You glared at her. You walked out the room and Kun followed and said "I'm really sorry, she's not usually like this she's just had too much to drink." you gave him a small smile and took your coat off the rack. You then realised that Lucas's coat was still there. He was out in the snowy woods with just a jacket on. You grabbed his coat and stepped outside into the cold.

You couldn't see him anywhere so you walked into the forest and looked around for a while. The snow was quite thick and you were getting cold so you put Lucas's coat on. You shouted his name for a while and walked around but it had started to get dark and you looked at your watch and realized you'd been looking for almost an hour. Your anxiety started rising and you were struggling to breathe. You spotted a log that was under a tree so it had barely any snow on it. You sat down and tried to get ahold of yourself. You realized you were lost and didn't know how to get back and you started crying. It started as just silent tears but after a while it was loud sobbing and screaming. You heard footsteps and shouted Lucas's name. No response. You kept crying even louder until you heard leaves crunching around you and you felt a pair of arms around you. You flinched and shrieked not being able to see in the dark. "shh baby, it's just me." it was Lucas's voice. You immediately felt safe and you let him pull you up and carry you back to the cabin as you snuggled into his chest while the tears still streamed slowly down your face.

You reached the cabin and Lucas knocked on the door with his foot and shouted, "Can someone please come open the door for us, I have my hands full?!" You heard someone approaching the doorway and heard it open and heard a gasp and Johnny said, "Omg y/n! Lucas? Is she okay? What happened?" "She just had a bit of a shock, I'm just gonna take her to our room." Lucas placed you on your bed and lit the fireplace. "I'll be back in a minute babe I just need to let the others know that you're okay" he leaned in and kissed you. You closed your eyes and snuggled into the blankets.

Lucas walked down the stairs from the room. He was thinking about how terrified he had been when all he could hear was y/n screaming and not knowing where she was. He walked into the living room and sat down in his chair. "i apologize for storming out, I just got too riled up. Y/n is okay she just had a panic attack. She suffers from chronic anxiety so I really shouldn't have left like that. It was stupid. Andrea, im sorry that I yelled at you." Andrea looked worried and teary eyed. "Lucas I'm so sorry if I hadn't been so immature this wouldn't have happened." Lucas gave her a small smile, "it's ok." Kun sighed, "alrighty everyone I think its time for bed."

You had calmed down and were ready to go back and have some more fun. You were walking down the stairs when you heard Kun saying it was bedtime. You frown. An idea pops into your head. "What are you talking about Kun, the night has only just begun. I think we should play another game. Hmm, maybe truth or dare?" Annie smiled at you apologetically and you smiled back. A few drinks later and Hannah had been dared to lick sigar off Hendery's nipples and you were all laughing and having a good time. "OK ThAts EnOuGh i NeEd tO pUt mY sHirT bAcK on!" said Hendery through chittering teeth. You all laughed. "Ok Hannah your turn to dare" said Yanyang. "Okie dokie, let's see shall we," she looked around at everyone, "y/n I dare you to kiss Xiaojun. You heard everyone laugh, Paige and Xiaojun among them, so you knew they didn't object to the dare.

You looked at Lucas and you could already see the jealous look forming on his face and you smiled to yourself. Time to have some fun. "Ok" you agreed. You crawled towards Xiaojun and pecked his lips knowing that the audience wouldn't be satisfied with that. "Seriously y/n you call that a kiss" said Yuta. You shrugged. "Come on, kiss him properly, use a little bit of tongue, its not like it means anything" said Ten and everyone laughed. Everyone except Lucas who was looking at Ten like he wanted to kill him. You giggled to yourself and sat on xiaojuns thigh and leaned in for another kiss.

You kissed again *properly* this time until Lucas said "Ok time for the next dare." You sat back down next to him and he leaned down to whisper in your ear "You're in big trouble tonight babygirl" you felt yourself get turned on just by those words. You didn't pay much attention to the rest of the game, instead daydreaming about how lucas would punish you this time. You were so lost in your thoughts until you felt lucas pick you up and you noticed that everyone was heading to their rooms.

He carried you to your room and threw you roughly but carefully onto the bed and said. "Stay there. Don't move." From the tone of Lucas's voice you could tell he wasn't angry enough for you to get what you were daydreaming about. You wanted him to tease you til you were crying and begging him to give you what you want and to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk. But right now all you were gonna get was a few spanks and sex a little rougher than usual. Luckily you knew how to rile him up. You had to disobey him. You started stripping off your clothes and then positioned yourself on the bed with your legs open wide and you started rubbing your clit through the thin lace of your panties. You looked up at Lucas as he walked in and you bit your lip and moaned his name. He smirked but you could tell he was furious, and now you've made it worse.

You don't think you've ever seen him this angry before. "Take off your clothes" he demanded. You took them off quickly not wanting to anger him any more. He looked at your naked body and smiled. "You okay with this babygirl? As much as I want to punish you I dont want to do anything you're not comfortable with?" You nodded. "Use your words babygirl." "I want you." Lucas smiled and then his caring side was gone.

He went over to his unpacked suitcase and pulled out a familiar black box. "Shit." you whispered to yourself, but Lucas heard and smirked. "You didn't think I would leave this at home did you. No. I know how much you love to make me mad so I knew I would need it." You were a little scared now, but excited, because you knew that everything in that box was there to rile you up and make you scream.

He first pulled out the handcuffs and cuffed your hands to the bedpost so that you were helpless. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. You loved it when Lucas was rough on you, when he showed you no mercy. You wondered if he would choose to overstimulate you and make you a crying moaning mess underneath him or if he would deny you your orgasm until you were begging and screaming.

You watched him pull a silver vibrator out of the box. He made no move to get himself undressed so you decided he had probably chosen to go with option 1, torturing you with overstimulation. He spread your legs apart and positioned his mouth near your entrance. He looked up at you through long lashes. The sight made you feel wrecked and you let out a small moan. You told him how sexy he looked but he wasn't happy with that response. "You're enjoying yourself a little too much for this to be a punishment babygirl." He didn't move before speaking and the vibrations from his words made you shiver.

He pulled away to fetch something else from the box. A fluffy black blindfold. You knew this was gonna be a long night. he put the blindfold over your eyes and now you were completely at his mercy. You couldn't see or touch so all you could do to try gain some clarity on what was happening was to listen. You heard Lucas move around for a while until you felt hot breath on your heat. You moaned quietly, worrying about the rest of the house hearing you. Lucas didn't like that so he slapped your thigh and growled "dont be quiet baby, let the whole house hear how good I make you feel. Let them know you belong to me." You moaned loudly as he licked a stripe up your pussy.

He licked and sucked at you while you squirmed underneath him, moaning uncontrollably. He held down your thighs to keep you still. But as he sucked on your clit a little too harshly you trapped his head between your thighs, crying out loudly, as you came on his face. Lucas was satisfied but took it as an opportunity to torture you more. "You little slut, you came on me without permission. You're making it hard for me to go easy on you." You moaned softly at the degradation. He entered two fingers into you without warning and you screamed out a moan. He was thrusting and curling his fingers in you, completely wrecking you.

He removed his fingers from you and put them in your mouth. You whined around them as you tasted yourself. You heard him switch on the vibrator and he held it against your clit as he ate you out again. "Lucas," you whined, "I'm gonna come." With his permission you came again and he continued to lick you till you were clean. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet baby." He took off your blindfold and you moaned at the sight before you. Lucas's previously styled hair was messy and his eyes were dark with lust as he groaned at your facial expression. He was beautiful. He took off his shirt slowly and teasingly. You knew this trick. This was your least favorite punishment. To watch Lucas being turned on and watching him touch himself without being able to help, or to get any satisfaction of your own.

He knew how much it riled you up and he loved it. You already wanted to just hold him and run your fingers over his abs. But you couldn't. He unzipped his pants at an agonizingly slow pace and you whined. He smirked at you and pulled them down and took them off. He started palming himself through his boxers and you couldn't stand it. You wanted to be making him feel good. He finally pulled off his underwear and started stroking himself. You were crying and moaning and desperate. You wanted so badly to help him. You knew you could make him feel better. You knew because you had heard the way he moaned when it was your hand doing that to him, or your mouth. He would moan loudly and let out high pitched whines and cries.

"PLEASE," you sobbed, "please Lucas!" "What do you want baby" he groaned. "Let me help you, please. I can make it up to you. Let me help you." you begged him. He decided you had learned your lesson so he unlocked the handcuffs and you immediately wrapped your hands around his dick and started jerking him off. "fuck," he groaned, "so good."

You replaced your hands with your mouth and started sucking him off while using your hands to pump what didn't fit. "Babe," he warned, "I'm close" do you want it in your mouth or do you want me to fuck you?" You pulled off and looked at him. He let out a moan at the sight of your fucked out expression." "I want you" you said quietly. "You're gonna have to be more specific than that babygirl" you let out a whimper. "Want you inside" Lucas groaned and grabbed a condom from the box and ripped it open with his teeth. You smiled. You loved it when he did that. You whined at the expression on his face while he rolled the condom on.

He hovered over you and pecked you lightly on the lips. "I love you" you told him. "i love you baby" he responded. And at that he pushed into you and you both let out sinful noises as he filled you up. You could tell that neither of you were gonna last long as he thrusted into you. It didn't feel like a punishment anymore. It felt intimate. You could tell that Lucas was close, but you didn't worry, you knew he would make sure you came.

He started rubbing your clit as he thrusted and soon you reached your high and you threw your head back as you entered a state of ecstasy. When you had finally calmed down Lucas was finished and after a few seconds he pulled out. You lay still for a while. You got up and went to the bathroom quickly and when you got back Lucas had packed up the black box and was lying in bed with his arms open, waiting for cuddles. You smiled and happily obliged, climbing into bed and snuggling into his embrace.

The next morning you woke up with stiff muscles and aching legs. But you were happy. You pulled on some leggings and one of Lucas's hoodies. You gently shook him awake and kissed him. When you both entered the kitchen, it was occupied by Ten, Johnny and Yuta. They were all smirking and when you looked at Lucas in confusion he let out a soft chuckle and went to make you both drinks. "So y/n," said Johnny, "sounded like you slept well last night."

#nct x reader #nct smut #lucas wong #lucas smut #lucas x reader

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hufflesight · 3 years

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Team - inej x fem!reader

Description: The reader is a squaller. On a mission, she almost kills Inej, before revealing her feelings for the other girl.

(ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes, I wrote this at 11pm lol)

(I apologize for it being so gendered; I want to write in second person, but for this I'm just going to stick with 3rd)

Warnings: Brief mentions of death, y'know regular soc stuff

Words: 1960

Wait 'til you're announced

We've not yet lost all our graces

Y/n stood nervously, edging further and further away from the center of the ballroom, where couples spun in dresses so vibrant she was getting dizzy. She found herself cursing Kaz Brekker, the reason she was here, for the third time that evening.

She looked at her simple blue shoes, trying to notice any details she could in an effort to keep calm, while still keeping her senses sharp, in order to catch Kaz's signal. A minute or two later, after realizing that repeating blue. dirty. boring. over and over in her head might not be helping, she looked away from the stolen slippers she wore. Her gaze drifted, and she began to trace the lines between floorboards further and further away from her, counting every time the gap got wider or a new board started.

The hounds will stay in chains

Suddenly, she felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, in the same fashion as what one gets when being stared at. Glancing up, she saw man several feet in front of her, and as their eye contact locked she got the sense he she wasn't supposed to be here.

Her heartrate was so loud and fast at the moment she knew Nina must notice, even if the heartrender was out of sight, hidden outside the entrance to the room.

But thinking about her friends wouldn't get her out of this situation. The man, who was almost certainly an undercover guard, was talking to her. steeling herself one last time, she spoke up, hoping her voice wasn't wavering or cracking.

"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that? The music is so loud. Speaking of which, who's playing? I'd love to ask them to play at my favor-"

Her unsubtle attempt to control the conversation clearly hadn't worked, as the guard instantly interrupted her.

"I've seen you before. you run with the Dreg's don't you? That damned Brekker, always trying to get his dirty hands on whatever's not his. Well, this time, why don't you tell him it's not going to work. There's no way he's getting to that ring, especially if all he can throw at us is some weak little girl like yourself."

Despite the blood pounding through her ears, Y/n had to bite back a smile. The one thing she always had to her advantage was how gladly people were to underestimate her. Well, if she could just stall him for a couple minutes, she'd show him just how "weak" she was.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about! Wait.. Brekker? Is he here? Oh god, he's going to blow this whole place up! I need to find... find my friend... where is he?"

"You're not fooling anyone. I need to escort you out. We don't allow street rats in here." The look he shot her filled her insides with a combination of dread and anger. If Kaz didn't let the others in soon.. she didn't know what would happen.

"No, sir please, my friend, I- I can't leave without him... please-"

Look upon 'your greatness' and he'll

Send the call out, send the call out

She was rescued from the humiliating pleading by a loud boom that filled the room.

Everything was silent.

Then the noise erupted.

And in the center of the room stood Kaz Brekker himself. How he'd gotten there without anyone noticing, Y/n would never understand.

The man who was previously so invested in her swore loudly and gave her one last glance, before deciding Kaz was the bigger threat and running toward him. Thankfully, he didn't obscure Y/n's view of the center of the floor, as just then, Kaz hit the ground twice with his cane. A simple action, but exactly what Y/n had been waiting for. She raised her hands, and let the power rush out, the familiarity of the action finally calming her nerves. If there was one thing she knew she had control over, it was her small science.

Air began racing towards the entrance of the room and clearing the smoke, pushing it from the doorway and instead in intricate patterns decided by the subtle twist's of Y/n's fingers.

Finally, the entryway was fully visible. And there stood the four other other crows.

The screaming intensified, and dozens of guards began running toward them

Call all the ladies out

They're in their finery

A hundred jewels on throats

While the other three blinked, clearing their eyes, Inej jumped right into action, running straight over to Y/n. She was simply dressed in her classic black outfit, yet Y/n couldn't tear her eyes away. Her partner --her friend-- would never stop catching her gaze. After all, the Wraith was the most beautiful person Y/n had ever seen. It got harder each day to not spill all her feelings on the floor in front of Inej, but the reminder of how their connection would likely be severed if she did forced her mouth shut. Years of built trust was worth hiding this one thing, right?

"Y/n?" Inej's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?" She internally cringed as to how flat the response sounded.

"Nothing, you just seemed like were thousands of stars away from here. Are you okay?" The genuine worry in her voice pulled at Y/n's heartstrings.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The lie hurt to tell. She wasn't fine, she was inches from everything she wanted in the world but couldn't reach out to take it. "Is everyone else ready?"

"I think so, but it'd be good to double check."

A hundred jewels between teeth

Looking around, Mathias's large frame was easy to spot. He appeared to be body shielding the smaller frame of Nina, whose hands were raise, the clear source of the fallen bodies all around the dance floor.

Nina caught her gaze and nodded once before returning to deal with the guard attempting stab Matthias.

Now bring my boys in

Turning to the left, she spotted Jesper, grinning with guns out, and Wylan crouching behind him, quickly readying another bomb. Jesper also nodded at her, not missing a shot while he did so. Wylan stood, bomb ready, the final cue.

Their skin in craters like the moon

The moon we love like a sister

Y/n turned back to the girl next to her.

"You ready?" She asked Inej, the adrenaline of the moment piping hot through her veins along with the power itching to be released.

"Ready."

"Alright... GO!"

While she glows through the room

I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air

Inej jumped into the air, barely starting to fall before a large gust of wind blew her back up. She rose, righting herself midair until it appeared she was walking on nothing. In reality, far below her, Y/n was sending gust after gust, fighting hard against the gravity persistent to bring Inej down. But Y/n won. She always did in the end.

Whenever she and Inej worked together, she felt like she was the one rising, lifting above the ground. Though her feet were planted firmly on the floor, her mind was up there next to the person she was closest to in the world, feeling what she felt and predicting her next move.

that's what 3 years of practice had given the pair of them: the synchronization they needed without any communication.

That was what Y/n was terrified they'd lose if she dared reveal her feelings.

So there

So all the cups got broke

Shards beneath our feet

But it wasn't my fault

In perfect tandem, Inej's feet and Y/n's wind worked their way over to their goal: the balcony overlooking the ballroom, where the ring was proudly displayed, reflecting the lights of the chandeliers everywhere. There were only two guards there, since the rest were on the stairs. They'd made the naïve mistake of assuming the crows were restricted by gravity.

They weren't.

And now Inej was simply pulling out her daggers, and the two guards dropped swiftly to the floor.

Y/n grinned as she saw Inej's hand wrap around the ring.

Everything had worked perfectly: Kaz as a red herring to draw the ground guards away from herself, Nina, Matthias, Wylan and Jesper ensuring their safety, and Inej quietly stealing their future 120,000 kruge.

But then a hand wrapped around her mouth, as a second held her hands back.

We live in cities you'll never see on-screen

Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

"I knew you were one of them. But a grisha too? It'll be a blessing to kill you."

The voice filled her with pure dread. It was the man from before. He'd given up on Kaz. He'd come for her. And he had her hands.

Y/n had never been a fighter, never been able to defend herself without her power. It was her biggest weakness, and this man had just exploited it.

She screamed for any other crow's attention, but the hand covering her mouth muffled any noise.

"No, your friends aren't going to help you. This time, it's just you and me."

Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams

Except it wasn't, and that was the worst part. Inej couldn't see the predicament Y/n was in. Inej would assume everything and-- Inej would jump. But Y/n wouldn't be able to catch her.

In front of her eyes that exact thing happened. The world slowed down, ad Y/n saw in excruciating detail as Inej's feet left the ground, her hand still wrapped tight around the ring. She screamed again, this time not just out of fear but with the effort she was putting into trying to escape.

"Oh, I know just what you're trying to do. And guess what--" He whispered the next part directly into her ear, "It won't work. I'm going to make you watch, as her bones shatter one by one, before my men shoot her. Then I'll kill you."

The idea of that scenario coming to fruition was the last straw. A sudden energy rushed through her, strength coming from the pure fear of watching the girl she loved die.

She loved Inej. And so she would save Inej.

And you know we're on each other's team

In contrast to the slow motion of Inej's fall, Y/n's actions were a blur. She kicked ferociously behind her, finally hitting a part of the man's figure. It turned out to be his leg, which was knocked out from under him so violently his grip on her hands loosened. Using the second of weakness, Y/n shoved her hands free. She only took one or two steps, barely stepping out of the man's reach, before raising her hands up, raw power unleashed from the tips of her fingers.

She slowed Inej's fall mere inches from the ground.

Sprinting over, Y/n was filled with pure fear. What if something had gone wrong? What if Inej was hurt?

What if she was dead?

"But when she reached the girl, the Wraith's eyes were open, full of life.

"Inej I'm- I'm so sorry I shouldn't've-- I shouldn't--" Y/n couldn't even get a full sentence out before tears began to leak from her eyes.

"You caught me. You have nothing to be sorry about. Your power is... no, you are amazing, Y/n. You should know that." Inej's hand raised, resting lightly on Y/n's cheek.

Damn their connection. Inej had almost dies. Y/n couldn't live with herself if that had happened when there was still a secret between them.

We're on each other's team

"Inej... I- I love you. I just need you to know that"

Inej smiled.

"I love you too."

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Cherry Lane Challenge Day 3 - Crow

A flutter of black, out of the corner of his left eye is what first catches his attention. His hand raises, signaling his party to stop in their tracks. There's some shuffling and a few annoyed huffs which he ignores in favor of taking careful steps towards what caught his eye in the first place.

All is still for a second and then- There. The dry sound of feathers brushing together.

Silently, he steps closer to the source of the sound. When he sees what it is, he relaxes minutely allowing himself another breath. It is but a crow, its left wing dragging over the dewy grass of the clearing. He sees no blood so he assumes it must be broken.

Another careful step takes him even closer to the scared bird, his fingers nearly brushing its feathers, so close-

"Steve, what's the hol- Is that a bird?"

Tommy and the rest of the hunting party burst into the clearing with too loud steps and raised voices, startling the bird into a frantic state once again. It squawks in its fear, broken wing fluttering pitifully as it tries to escape what it assumes to be a predator.

"I almost had it, Tommy!" He turns to his companion, features set into an angry scowl. He may only be seventeen but he was the Crown Prince and they should've listened to his orders! "Why did you break position?"

Instead of answering his question, Tommy walks past him as crouches right by the bird, poking it with a stick and laughing at its resulting squawk. "Can't believe you stopped a hunting party just to save a bird, Stevie. What are you? Snow White?"

Heat rises to the prince's cheeks and he smacks the stick out of Tommy's hands. "Leave it. It's already hurt enough without you making it worse."

Tommy quirks an eyebrow, teeth bared into a nasty smirk. He gives a mock bow that makes Steve's eyes narrow.

"As you wish, milord."

And then, making sure he's got Steve full attention, he gives the injured bird a sharp kick sending it smacking against a tree with a feeble squawk.

The bird struggles to upright itself, collapses, and tries again, before eventually just laying there. Unmoving if not for the minuscule shifts of its diaphragm. All Steve can do is watch, knowing full well that if he so much dares make a move to help it again, Tommy might outright try to crush it under the sole of his boot.

Under the raucous laughter of the soldiers, he follows the hunting party back to the deer trail they were following, the back of his neck red with poorly contained rage. All thoughts of injured crows and helpless birds are stored at the back of his brain where he no longer has to think about them again.

---

So that night, when he walks into his chambers half-drunk on too much ale and a hearty roast, the last thing he expects is to find a girl sitting on his desk chair. Her vermillion hair is cropped short and would help her pass for a man were it not for her curvaceous figure, so distinctly female even under the black robes she wears. On her head, a crooked hat sits adorned with what he thinks are feathers.

As he steps inside, she stands up and he notices her eyes appear yellow behind her spectacles.

"Who are you?" He tries to sound authoritative, like the prince he's supposed to be, but he's too drunk to manage anything more than slurred inquisitiveness.

"Don't you recognize me?" Her lips barely move as she speaks and yet her voice comes out as a shrill squawk, not too different from the frantic sounds of the crow in the forest. It makes him flinch, taking a step back. "Maybe this will help jog your memory."

Under his watchful gaze, he sees her shift into the same crow he saw that morning. His eyes follow the bird as it flies around the room once, before landing on the chair. A blink later, and the girl from before is sitting in the same spot.

No. Not a girl.

A witch.

Because of fucking course the crow had to be a witch. That was just his life.

"Look, I'm sorry for what Tommy did to you earlier today and I truly wished to help you but if I did-"

"But if you did, your companions might've killed me while you watched." She hums, inspecting her sharp nails with clear disinterest. "Those are but excuses and we both know it."

"They are not-!"

The witch clicks her tongue disapprovingly and he finds the words he meant to say dying on his tongue. Fear rises in him, and only then does he consider that the reason she's here and not with Tommy is that he's the one she's planning to hurt.

"It is an excuse, darling." She fixes him with a sharp glare. "You're Steve Harrington, Crown Prince of the kingdom of Hawkmond. They should respect you and yet your own foot soldiers treat you like you're below the sole of their feet."

A feeble protest rises in his throat but she only has but to look, before silence descends upon him again. The worst part? She is absolutely right.

"You're weak-willed. Spineless. A disaster in the making." She huffs, taking the few steps that separate them until they are standing almost nose to nose. "I shall not allow a person like that to ruin what this kingdom could become."

In her yellow eyes, he sees rage flash however briefly, and he wonders what sort of circumstances led a witch to care this much for the outcome of a whole kingdom. It is but a split-second judgment, yet it's all he manages.

For the next thing he knows, pain radiates from every single nerve ending in his body. He falls upon his knees, writhing in agony, and through his anguished screams, he swears he can hear the witch croon in a sticky-sweet voice.

Scion of swords and kings

A curse of feather and blood

Placed upon thee

For thine will is brittle as bone

This shape thou shall keep

Til’ the day thy soul’s to pass

Unless thy lesson is learned

And thee flies with thine own wings

By the next morning, every single person in the Capitol knows Crown Prince Steve Harrington has gone missing. None a single clue left behind to find him.

---

He finds out pretty quickly that the best way to find food in the forest is to follow the wolves.

It's been two months since the night he was cursed, and Steve's come to the conclusion that while sometimes annoying, being a bird wasn't as awful as he first assumed it would be. Flying was nice once he managed to get the hang of it, and messing with the occasional villager while he indulged in the instinctual desire to steal shiny things was something he hadn't expected to enjoy so much.

But he really could do without the feeding.

The first few days he had outright refused to take part of any rotten bit of meal he found, no matter how appetizing it might've seemed to his new instincts.

By day four he had to give in and eat, or he risked worse injuries.

It had been a distasteful ordeal up until he had found the wolf pack during his first full moon as a crow. Night had fallen, and as he made his way through the thick trunks on unsteady talons, he had heard the first howl. For a second, he had almost considered leaving. Retaining this half-human form was still something he struggled with and he wished to enjoy the little time he had before he once again had to return to his feathery prison.

But the call of the wolves ensnared him, and he had to find them.

Except none of them were normal wolves, as he found out once morning came.

From what he has observed in the last month, most members of the pack preferred to stick to their wolf forms as much as they could. Occasionally, one or two of them would venture into the closest town for certain necessities but that was about it.

It was weird.

It was also fascinating.

They didn't seem to mind his prolonged stay, in fact, it almost looked like they welcomed him among their midst without so much as a second thought. He didn't question it, just enjoyed it for the time being although he always made sure he only shifted into his halfling form where the wolves wouldn't find him.

At least, that had been the plan.

But now, staring into the ice-blue eyes of the blonde wolf he had started thinking as his wolf, he realizes that he overlooked one tiny but very important detail.

Wolves tended to have a keen sense of smell.

Well, shit.

Silence pervades the small nook between the trees he had taken as his hiding spot away from the pack, as he simply stares back at the wolf. Waiting for something, maybe a shift, a lunge. Anything.

Except a whole minute passes with nothing happening, and Steve is starting to feel foolish.

"So is this the part where you try and eat me? Or warn me to stay away from the pack?" He chances, hoping for a reaction.

The wolf cocks its head to the side, blue eyes looking almost mocking before there's a ripple and a human is crouching in its place. A very blond, very handsome, human with ice blue eyes. Who's also kind of naked.

Huh.

"The fact that you think nobody knew what you were as soon as you hopped into the clearing that night is telling." At Steve's confused look, the wolf (the man?) chuckles. Guess he was right about the mocking part. "You reek of magic, little bird. Magic and human flesh."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" He snaps, the small feathers that cover his neck fluffing up.

"Common sense?" There's a smirk this time, along with a flash of fangs. "Did your mother not teach you about magical signatures once you came out of the egg?"

"I- ah" He falters, unsure if he should explain that he wasn't born like this but rather turned into this. He runs a talon through the feathers that have replaced his hair before sighing. "I'm a human, actually. Just got cursed to look like this."

The man-wolf hums, giving him an appraising look. "That explains a few things."

Steve scoffs, ready to stand up and leave this guy alone to go bother somebody else when suddenly he feels a heavyweight drop onto his lap. When he looks down, he's met with a pair of ice-blue eyes looking back at him.

He wonders, not for the first time, why he picked this particular wolf to stick close to out of all the others.

"Does the little birdy have a name?" That smirk is back again and it almost makes him blush. Makes him glad that his whole skin is now covered in black fluffy feathers.

"If I tell you, will you stop calling me that?"

"Nope. But I might give you my name too."

It sounds like a fair deal at least. And that way he could stop calling him man-wolf in his head.

"Steve."

"Steve. Hm. Not quite what I expected." It's been so long since the last time someone said his name, it feels weird hearing it now from someone that is not himself. "Mine's Billy, by the way."

"And what did you expect, Billy?" The name feels foreign on his tongue but he figures time will make it easier. After all, it's not like he ever can return to Hawksmond unless whatever conditions the witch placed upon the curse are met.

Billy shrugs, stretching languidly across Steve's lap in all his naked glory. Something that Steve's doing his best to steadfastly ignore. "Some fancy bullshit like Stefano or Guillermino."

He snorts at that, covering his mouth with a clawed talon. "Why would you even think that?"

"You look the part, little birdy."

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